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happy lesbian visibility week

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JENNIFER COOLIDGE & JENNIFER TILLY The 14th Annual GLAAD Media Awards – Los Angeles – April 26, 2003

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Came Back Wrong from the gocey store

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1 for cam × rebecca

1. “It wasn’t my choice to make.”

It wasn't my choice to make is a lie that Rebecca tells herself often.

Kissing Cam on the porch of her parents' house when they were 16 wasn't her choice to make, it was Cam's, who grabbed onto the lapels of her leather jacket and leaned their foreheads together and said, "Fuck, Becca."

The music they played at Gabe's funeral wasn't her choice to make, it was her parents', of course it was. And her parents fucked it up the same way they would make Gabe breakfast for dinner and he would laugh his ass off at the pure confusion on their faces when he'd ask, what's this for?

Leaving Victoria wasn't her choice to make, it was a beckoning that she couldn't decline, less running away from falling apart and more running towards empty hopes of forgetting, and she knew that anything that might have made her stay there would have been ruined even worse if she had let it convince her to remain.

Often, she knows, the rebel kid ends up making no waves at all, leaving nothing but the posters she hung on her walls and the weed beneath her floorboards behind her. There's a difference, Rebecca knows, between making the wrong choices and having no choices.

But these little lies have a tendency to run deeper in your mind than the truth. At least, for Rebecca they do. Taking root in the center of her brain and growing through her synapses effortlessly, while the truth required intention. An intention to tell it.

"It wasn't my choice to make," Cam said, way back when, running a hand through her hair. She was moving back in with her dad and her brother, leaving Seven Oaks, and while helping her pack, Rebecca wanted to know why she'd make that choice.

Rebecca thought it stupid then. As an adult, she can't help but think she was the stupid one.

And now Rebecca watches Cam at the police station, in her uniform and hat, talking quietly to a concerned parent. For a moment she forgets why she is there. For a moment she remembers that Cam who didn't have choices, and tries to fit her on top of the Cam she sees now: the Cam who made a hell of a choice.

These lies they tell themselves, she thinks as she convinces the young officer to let her through without seeing Cam.

They run deeper than water.

They have no choice.

#fuuuck #A HELL OF A CHOICE #🫠✨️💀💖 #rebecca x cam

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respectfully, they put their entire p*ssy into this

#oof. #rebecca x cam

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Rebecca and Cam Under The Bridge 1.02 // 1.03

#youre killing me today #😭😭😭 #rebecca x cam #under the bridge

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- You hate cops. - Yeah, well, I like one cop.

#so jelly #under the bridge #rebecca x cam

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32 for rebecca x cam?

32. “do you ever regret it?”

Cam's never been good at talking things through.

You see, the problem with talking things through is that these sort of conversations require you to reach definitive words -- no vague descriptors or noncommittal physical gestures would suffice for the kind of conversation which aims to explain something. And Cam has very little that she's capable of explaining, is what she's found.

Her brother asked her once if she felt lucky. Her dad asked her once if she felt loved. Gabe asked her once if she loved his sister. Rebecca never asked her anything. She made it easy to be with her by never asking Cam anything. And it was good, until it wasn't.

Because she also never asked Cam if she wanted her to stay. Never told Cam she was going to leave. Never asked Cam if she wanted to come with her. And Cam is grateful, because she wouldn't have had the answers, and now she gets to be mad, indignant about Rebecca falling off the face of the earth when the truth is she felt a little relieved when it happened.

For a while.

Until it sunk in that she wasn't coming back.

Until she found out that missing Rebecca might be just as difficult as having her near.

Like right now, when Cam's hair is fanned on a pillow and Rebecca is kissing down her chest bone. Sometimes that feels as impossible as talking things through. But Rebecca's good at navigating her. Good at making it feel like no question at all.

Cam threads her fingers through Rebecca's hair and pulls a little to signal her to come back up, and Rebecca goes, kisses her softly. Then again. And again.

She has this way of looking at Cam when they fuck, like she'd be damned to look at anything else. And Cam sometimes thinks she'd be damned if Rebecca looked at her like that even a second longer. Sometimes, though, it opens something deep within her chest, and she can speak.

Rebecca's thumb is drawing circles on Cam's hip and Cam asks, "Do you ever regret it?"

"Leaving?"

"Coming back."

"Both," Rebecca's voice is barely above a whisper.

Cam nods. Closes her eyes while Rebecca kisses southward and then opens her legs for her, sinking deeper into her body, a body which requires no explanation.

Not for Rebecca.

#ughHhHHHHH #i absolutely love how you write cams pov its so good #so perfect #chef's kiss

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AND YES, THEY LOCKED THE BATHROOM. 😏 Based on the non-fiction book by Rebecca Godfrey UNDER THE BRIDGE (2024)

[+] LGBTQ 🏳️‍🌈 [+] ..more on “Under the Bridge” 🎬

#god this is so gorg 😍 ✨️ 💖 #under the bridge #rebecca x cam

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★ LILY GLADSTONE + makeup looks for the awards season 2024.

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while you were studying girls i was kissing the blade

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been feeling a lot like him lately

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Rebecca looking at Cam Under the Bridge

#im unwell #how dare you make this #under the bridge

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