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antlerkingvan · 7 months
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Bottoms (2023) dir. Emma Seligman
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ampjess · 4 months
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fizzy0bloom · 4 months
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lazy edit p3
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the only thing that is keeping interested is them honestly
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blog-made-at-3am · 2 years
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Shout out to gay people who are aromantic. Shout out to trans people who are aromantic. Shout out to asexual aromantics. Shout out to allosexual aromantics. Shout out to lesbian aromantics. Shout out to bisexual aromantics. Shout out to arospecs. Shout out to people who say queer when they mean aromantic because its easier to explain. Shout out to aplatonic aromantics.
Being aromantic is great.
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stories4thepack · 19 days
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Save you
Carol Danvers x vampire reader
Warnings: blood, violence, vampire stuff
You get hurt on a mission and Carol is there to help you get better. Even if that means you gotta bite her….
Kamala’s grin had fallen for the first time since the four of you had originally met. Monica was sat Beside you, watching as the few remaining Skrull vanished from the ship in a flash of light. Sorrowful silence replaced their prescience
You leaned against the table, desperately attempting to cover the wound on your abdomen with your hand. You wore a plain, black shirt and matching leather jacket which kindly assisted in hiding the dark blood seeping through the fabric.
“Y/n? Are you alright?”
Monica asked, her stoic face shifting into an expression of pure concern. You tried your best to smile, swallowing down the painful hiss as you got to your feet, stumbling as you took a step away. Kamala is on her feet immediately and Carol dashes to your side, fear moulding her clay face.
“Im alright, just tired. Don’t worry.”
You glanced at Kamala, who’s eyes were tearing up with guilt. She had tried to shield you as the large, rocky over hang had fallen, but she had swapped places the second she used her powers. As a result, a large piece of the boulder had dug itself into your body, while it was removed, the wound refused to close without blood. You shook your head, almost begging her not to mention it.
“She got trapped under one of the rocks that fell.”
She cries out and Carols eyes widen with shock. She had seen you disappear for a moment as she had blasted the falling boulders, but she had never thought for a second that you had been caught in the rocks, never mind been impaled by one of the shards.
“You’re coming wit me”
“Carol-“
You began to protest, but Carol began to drag you from the others into the room down below. Once there, she forced you to sit down, quickly tearing your jacket off your shoulders.
“Carol-“
“Y/n, im going to help you.”
“Carol!”
You tried again as she lifted the bottom of your shirt up, revealing the deep, seeping wound. Blood flowing down onto your dark, vibranium infused trousers. She froze, staring in horror at the wound.
“Carol, you can’t help. The wound is way too bad, I need blood. Pass me one of the bags in the fridge.”
Carol remains staring fixedly at the wound, almost as if she was contemplating her next move. She slowly raises her head, meeting your soft gaze.
“There aren’t anymore. I forgot to ask fury for more.”
“What?!”
You shout, yelping as pain shot through your body at the action. Panic bubbles inside of you. Without blood and with such an injury, your hunger would grow faster than usual. You were a danger to everyone in this ship. You needed to go. Get out. Before you hurt anyon-
“I’m going to help you.”
Carol says again, releasing the words deliberately slowly as she moves her hair away from her throat. Allowing her neck to be on full display. Your eyes flashed red at the sight, hunger boiling in the pit in your stomach and burning through your veins. You snap your jaw shut, locking it in place and lurching away from your girlfriend. She grasps your hands, holding them tightly as she speaks gently.
“Please Y/n, let me help.”
“Captain-“
You muttered, leaning a little closer to where she is crouched in front of you. She gasps lowly as your lips graze her neck, pressing light kisses against her pale skin. You feel her arms wrap around your shoulders, fingers rubbing small, encouraging circles on the back of your neck.
“Go ahead.”
She whispers into your ear, sending chills throughout your body. You sigh, sinking into the crook of her neck, running your tongue gently over the skin there, attempting to numb it a little before you hurt her.
Your fangs slip easily from your gums, trailing the flesh until they froze on your girlfriends pulse point, you pull the strap of her top down her shoulder a little, giving you a greater area to work with. She moans quietly as your fangs sink into her skin, breaking into the vein. Her blood flows into your mouth, the warmth soothes the pain of the wound, you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her up into your lap. She lifts her head up, gasping up at the ceiling as you drink. Her hands trail down your chest to where your wound is, feeling the skin as is twists and knits itself back together. She feels you press further into her throat, your fingers curling around her hips as you attempt to control yourself.
“Y/n”
She mutters, the name barley a whisper through the blur of pain and pleasure. But you hear her, slowly retracting your fangs from her throat before trailing your tongue over the wound. Gathering the blood that had attempted to slip away from you.
“Thank you”
You mutter, barley away from her throat before she grasps your shirt by the scruff and pulls you into a kiss. Her tongue tailing your lips, tasting her own blood in your mouth. She feels the vibration of your moan ripple up your throat as she breaks away, biting down on your neck in return. You close your eyes, feeling her lips suck against your cool skin. Trying hard not to moan in case the others hear-
“Carol, we’re not alone on the ship, remember?”
You manage to force out, missing her touch as she gets up quickly. A sly grin painting her face.
“We’ll finish this when we’re alone then.”
she chuckles, giving a final, desperate kiss to your lips before leaving. Wiping the blood from her neck and leaving you a flustered mess behind her.
(sorry for any spelling mistakes, I did this in The car 😅)
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tarlosislove · 8 days
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Stills for 7x05 of 9-1-1 'You Don't Know Me'
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dreamsofhannah2 · 7 months
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𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓱 2
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butch-ershop · 11 months
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my mom said i look very handsome with my new haircut what do the gay girls in my phone think
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sku1iz · 1 month
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I wanted and still want to look like her fr
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heyitslucky · 7 months
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oh to be a royal like a queen, having my favorite knight as my personal bodyguard, taking her to my special place by the lake, feeling so safe around her<3<3<3
this post is about lesbians with swords btw
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redesign-your-icon · 1 year
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Harley Quinn Pride Icons
Free to use! Credit is appreciated but not required
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i need to know if anyone else does this or if i am genuinely crazy.
ever since i was a kid i would write love letters to a partner i don’t have. like not an imaginary person or a crush but like the love of my life who i have not met.
like i have stacks of paper from ages 10 till now of just letters of things i want to do with them and promises i made.
if anyone found them i would have no choice but to fall off the grid. like i genuinely don’t even think i would show these to anyone i date because they are so mortifying.
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mel-grace98 · 25 days
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I've been on hrt for almost 4 years on and off and I am way happier than I would ever be if I didn't start
The first picture is from 2019 a few months before I came out the second is from a few days ago
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A Prayer For Aphrodite Antheia (The Blooming Friend of the Flowers).
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Hear to me my call for spring to have sprung,
Oh, sweet one scented of honey and nectar. 
Hear my call Aphrodite Antheia,
As I harken a need for the sweet bloom.
I crave the beauty of the opening flower,
The sweet taste of its nectar upon my lips.
Ah Aphrodite Antheia,
Bring to me the joy of the fresh blooms.
Let the petals cascade upon my body,
Allow me the joy of the sunshine.
Oh sweet one,
Oh Aphrodite Antheia.
Bestow upon me and mine,
The gifts of the flowers fair.
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hellsitevistor · 5 months
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i'm really bad at recognising lesbophobia, because it's been a constant my whole life and i tend to down play it in my mind. It is almost validating to learn the bad vibes i shook off were present and I wasn't crazy
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I am aroace but I feel like I would totally date a girl (I am a girl) does that make me a aroace lesbian?
Sure! If that’s the label you like and connect with!!
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