i’m a simple lesbian, sometimes i’d just like to write really sapphic, romantic scenes and i’ll be the happiest they/them lesbian alive.
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I’m in. For whatever you want.
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mxrvelled » OH, WE’RE PLAYING BINGO :
+ “ Being on the TRAIL of a huge underground ring isn’t exactly what I had on my BINGO card this morning . “
Ming holds up her hand - it’s all so carefully dramatic. The way she just squints at said hand before sticking her tongue out the slightest. She marks some invisible spot on her hand with an invisible writing ... utensil.
“ I have it! Bingo! Finally, I never get bingo. ”
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tornfalse » ELSA , MY BELOVED :
ELSA CHUCKLES, despite herself, smiling in amusement as she just rests her head right there on Emily’s. There’s something INFINITELY MORE PRECIOUS in this moment right here, where time ticks on and they are here, frozen within a moment. ( Elsa thinks about cold and blue and memories dancing around her and getting so caught up in them that time moves on without her. Blue eyes close for a moment, white lashes resting upon cheeks, and Elsa almost seems to press HARDER against Emily, into her warmth, before the vertigo passes. )
“I believe my sister would disagree with you.” She murmurs back, fondly. ANNA STILL CONSIDERS HER A FOOL, but in the joking, lovingly sisterly way. Elsa knows that, knows she is not a fool, but rather someone who is too smart for her own good. “But I have a feeling you two have bickered enough for a lifetime.” She adds, remembering a SLIGHT PAIN pressing herself to her frost-covered door and listening to Emily and Anna argue over meaningless things.
Elsa blinks, her eyes misted, just a bit glassy, FROZEN FLAKES clinging to her lashes. She hums in agreement, a slightly-choked sound as the emotions ACTUALLY HIT. She’s getting married, she’s actually getting married. They’re going to be planning a wedding. “That is all anyone can ask of us, Emily.” She whispers, eyes flickering gold before they go back to blue. “Do not make my same mistake in get CAUGHT IN YOUR HEAD over what you think people think.” Her voice fills that pause, thumb pressing into Emily’s cheek as she strokes it methodically. The God smiles, a warmth in the chill of her being.
“We could always, as well, host it in Arendelle if the conservatory is too painful. In the Uppsala.” She suggests, her voice casual. “But we do not have to decide that this moment, all I want to do right now is KISS YOU.”
Emily leans back from the forehead, just to peer into Elsa’s striking eyes. Her eyes flutter, in such a way that it was obvious Emily was taken, absolutely enamored by what Elsa had just said. Emily would reply in her astute way, announcing with the right amount of romanticism that having the wedding in Arendelle would be perfect. Emily sincerely doubts the conservatory will ever return to it’s former glory, there are too many ghosts haunting it’s halls. Just as Dunwall now has too many ghosts. Delilah was a whole plague, not just a problem, but another whole plague.
The tip of the sword was on the floor, Elsa’s hand over Emily’s on the pommel. Emily’s other hand moves, fingers wrapping around the back Elsa’s upper arm, just above the elbow. Because if you don’t brace for a kiss that’s always like Elsa’s and Emily’s, it’ll be sure to knock you right off your feet. Emily’s head merely tilts upwards, nose glancing along Elsa’s still. Brown eyes close, she kisses the corner of Elsa’s mouth. Then, after those fleeting seconds, she finally kisses Elsa’s. Lips moving with lips. Always in sync.
Emily’s sigh against Elsa’s mouth wasn’t just heard, wasn’t just felt - it was understood.
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the truth is that no child can save her mother
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my homework: please finish me
me: yeah, hold on. hey google? what’s slang for fucking in the 1800′s like around 1850ish???
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tornfalse » ALEX CHEN :
ALEX IS NERVOUS, she’s never done this, really. She’s never really initiated like this, fully sober, fully conscious and aware of her actions. It’s the first time she’s felt SAFE ENOUGH in a relationship to do anything like this. Steph is… She trusts Steph, loves her so much. Alex KNOWS that, intimately, because how she could not? Even without actively using her powers, Alex can FEEL THAT.
Truthfully, she agonizes over it, shuffling in one of Steph’s shirts, staring at Bowie like she’ll chirp out an answer or a sudden boast of CONFIDENCE. Instead, the blue-and-white parakeet just chitters, preening her wings and eventually chirps a soft urging ‘go get ‘em, babe’ in a mimicry of Steph’s voice. ( The phrase, uttered during Alex’s solo time on stage, followed by a quick peck on the cheek and a gentle push towards the stage. )
“Right.” Alex says, to herself, to Bowie, who parrots it back assuredly. It is comfort, still, and Alex toys with the SOFT FABRIC of the sleeves. It smells like Steph, it feels like her, too, traces of JOY rolling off of it like a comforting hug. Alex inhales, shakes her hands, and — before she loses all nerve — strides out to Steph.
Almost instantly Alex feels her face heat up, her eyes meeting Steph’s intently as she walks over. Steph’s reaction has her TINGLY, warm pooling in her gut at the way Steph looks at her. It’s reassuring, comforting, but oh — oh Alex is so fucking nervous.
Fuck, God, shit, this was, this was — Alex shifts, slipping into Steph’s lap, fingers reaching to cup her jaw. “Yes,” she whispers, soft, achingly so. OH SHE ABSOLUTELY DOES.
Alex leans in, PRESSING HER MOUTH to Steph’s before she can say anything else. It’s not a HARD KISS, but it’s not as timid as Alex thought she might have been.
The way pleasure just spiraled inside of her chest and along her spine - all because of Alex’s yes. You know, if Alex hadn’t kissed her and she wasn’t currently entranced with said, the talkative counterpart absolutely would have gone into this long spiel about how Alex is just different and why Steph feels the need to explain that. Not like different as in: Alex has a power, but different as in: Steph both can and can not pinpoint why she’s never been this in love before.
But, hello! She’s being kissed, while still 100% thinking about how attractive Alex looked in her own button up shirt. Both of Steph’s hands find Alex’s thighs. She just moves Alex, the slightest, urging the other woman to get more comfortable. Then her hands move again, both resting somewhere on Alex’s upper back. Arms lock around Alex, pressing into the other woman. That was definitely one hell of a hug, mixed in with that kiss.
Not to sound cliché, but with her lips moving against Alex’s and pressed so close - it really did feel hard understanding where she ended and Alex started. You know what? She likes cliché. Who is she trying to be, some big bad ass? Please, not possible. Steph was smiling into the kiss - which is the only reason she had to pull away. Her forehead easily resting on Alex’s.
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I hate those stairs!
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tornfalse » GRUMPY GIRLFRIEND :
SHE LOOKS TIRED BECAUSE SHE IS, her body feels heavy, something itchy under her skin as her leg jumps UP AND DOWN. She looks over at Carol, unable to bite back the snort at the superhero outfit. It’s still so fucking stupid. Carol LOOKS stupid, in Jessica’s opinion, and she’s said so multiple times. Still, every part of her relaxes when Carol slips through the door. It’s RELAXING, knowing Carol is safe and hasn’t — hasn’t —
Jessica scowls, reaching as Carol comes closer, thumb pressing to SMUDGE OF DIRT gathered there, eyes tracking her movements for ANY SORT OF INJURY.
“Yeah, pot meet kettle.” She huffs, deflecting Carol’s statement with her own shrug. She IS tired, she’s always tired. She feels like she hasn’t slept, can’t sleep, too scared to CLOSE HER EYES.
Her fingers twitch, reaching to run idly through Carol’s hair as she lays down. The movement is methodical, and Jessica just watches her fingers for a moment.
“Chewie’s fine, probably hiding under something waiting to SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF ME.”
The first little side laugh came after Jessica’s ‘pot meet kettle.’ You know, that signature little carefree laugh Carol has. Where her head tilts and there’s something playful in her blue eyes and her laugh just sounds so weightless. And, this wasn’t supposed to be them but it’s still them and somehow it just all fits ---
A hero: going out of her way to stop anything problematic not only on Earth but in space too. An anti-hero: she’s not going to go out of her way to stop every little thing, but when she’s there, she’s good. Here they are, dating, still with their difference in opinions. Because Carol and Jess are still Carol and Jess, those friends drinking in a dorm room before life violently separated them.
Before Carol can even retort, something as sarcastic, there’s a loud meow from under the couch. Carol laughs again. She knows that meow. It’s the one where Chewie somehow understands. Alien cat, slightly more intelligent than Earth cats, of course. Science. Still a cat because as cats do: Chewie adopted Carol, chose this alien-human to steal food and cuddles from. She merely tolerates Jess.
“ Pot missed Kettle. ” Carol just breathes out after her laugh, cheek rubbing against Jessica’s thigh.
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chokethelight » CLARK KENT :
“All I am saying is that I could have done that ten times faster and far more efficiently.”
“ AlL i Am SaYiNg ... ”
Somehow, even when Carol was jokingly being mocking, there’s always something soft and affectionate to everything she does.
“ I wasn’t thinking of efficiency, or even speed. I just wanted to save the family inside. ”
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A concept: Jessica Jones threatening people
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the one letter you can find by emily to wyman or wyman to emily, i forget which, just joking around about that one time emily was in a rush and ended up not even wearing pants to an important meeting, she just plopped down behind her desk in her dress shirt and coat and she and wyman had to hold refrain from laughing. i think about it all the time and how simply happy it was.
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Like this for a steph starter. Satisfy my brain rot. I’ll do them after homework tonight
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CAROL DANVERS in WHAT IF…?: EP. 7 – “What If Thor was an Only Child?”
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YOU WERE ELEVEN YEARS OLD!
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Me, 45 minutes late to this party with my macaroni salad hoping they’d have the food cooking: I don’t want /this/ much socialization.
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I think it’s rather homophobic that tumblr hasn’t been alerting me to some of what @tornfalse has tagged me in. I only know they did because I religiously stalk them lmao. Anyway, Rowan probably isn’t the only one I’m missing posts from so if I didn’t acknowledge the post in some way - I really didn’t see it.
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