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lucreziajuan · 7 months

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LUCREZIA BORGIA + GIULIA FARNESE (requested by @sacredkafka) "You will learn, my dear, as women, we control so little of our destiny. Men do. The outcome is, we hate each other. But we should not."

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widebruh · 2 months

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#mommy sorry mommy sorry #pretty ladies #women are my favorite guy #i love women #women are so cool #i wish women were real #bottomposting #me irl #:3 #196 #r/196 #rule #apartmentofawesome

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inkskinned · 10 months

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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

#writeblr #this is a mashup of like 3 dates i accidentally went on lol #by that i mean that i was out with a woman on a date in 2 of these situations #and a man just. joined us. and we were too awkward to say anything while he tried to ''date'' me #& one was a longterm friend that i was like. you what????#like he's nice he's a doctor and my mom was SO happy she was like raquel think about it #''it's a perfect love story you grew up together and reconnected as adults and like the same things and he's friends with ur brother #and his sister is one of ur close friends!!!''#yes but alas. he is a boy . she only likes girls. can i make it any more obvious #anyway im tryna write about like the force of male attention being actually incredibly ingrained to women like we are SUPPOSED to like it #it's seen as the only important thing #even if ur gay #and it's a nuanced thing idk #and while rn i i.d. as lesbian #like .... it wouldn't be UNTRUE to say i am probably like ''cusp bisexual'' bc i CAN experience attraction to men bc like .#sexuality is fluid...#don't tell straight ppl tho bc they do not understand the concept that ppl don't necessarily need a solid everlasting label #they're like GET in the BOX #if ur gay & in boston i'm 30 and pretty please come kiss me.#(i usually only date older ppl sorry in advance tho)

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vrtuallsoul · 1 month

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I missed the live cause I was studying but MY LORDDDD they’re so pretty it hurts☹️💕

#paige bueckers #ice brady #bossman dlow #miami #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #theyre so pretty #i love them #omgggg #aaaaaa #idk what else to tag #but so cute #!!! <3

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undercovercannibal · 10 days

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DEAN WINCHESTER in SUPERNATURAL 1.03 ⛥ Dead in the Water ANASTASIA STEELE in FIFTY SHADES OF GREY

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bigcats-birds-and-books · 29 days

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Straightforward Mitts by Mone Dräger, modified!

I made these with Dye Mad Yarns' Chester Sock base in Play for a Purpose (2023). The pattern linked above does not come with fingers, but a friend saw @ninalanfer's version modified to include half fingers and loved it. So, naturally, I had to Make These For Them :)

Huge shout-out to nina for generously linking me (an absolute finger-knitting noob) helpful patterns and notes for learning how to do fingers! It was super helpful and very appreciated, and now I feel Unstoppable!!

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samarecharm · 6 months

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it happens alot

OG link (ha) and image under the cut

lol

#persona 5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #listen. look at me. I draw the roughest women and sweatiest bears. its my favorite pasttime. I know damn well he does not look fucking butc #I was tempted to change it to lesbian instead of butch but like #thats not whats in the IMAGE .....head in hands #IN REALITY he is just a very pretty lesbian that is also sometimes butch if u get to talk to him #like oops haha its just that *gestures to all six feet of him*#padding out the 'hes nb but also its cause he doesnt care at all' hc #also. man i need to draw him more; he comes out looking so baby everytime #too used to drawing gay old bears and furries so when my brain says hey ur drawing a Young Man im like GOT IT......baby time #ah well #at least he looks more like Him in my wip #Oh u know what? i was going to add more tags about him but i have a BLOG w a POST button. love that shit <3

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chaos-lioness · 1 month

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In general I have not been engaging with this show in a fandom way but I gotta say Molly Cobb is absolutely my blorbo. My skrunkly problematic fave. Rotating her in my mind etc. one of my favourite ‘asshole’ characters of all time. I’m so glad they didn’t have her die of space cancer or in a fiery test vehicle crash and instead she got to round out a good decade of flying very large vehicles very fast by stalking around NASA with her fuckin. Seeing eye wolfhound and spending time in her brass tub with her weird husband (who I also love.) good for her.

#for all mankind #for all mankind spoilers #In all seriousness I genuinely kinda love all the women on this show #I’m on season 3 so idk what they do later but like. Margot Madison? God Forbid Women Do Anything etc. Aleida? My hero for real.#Tracy Stevens? Elevates her foils Gordo and Karen so well I cant even hate them much (although also season 1 Karen is so interesting to me)#DANIELLE POOLE? I think she’s great and also extremely interesting and the way her personality as a determined and optimistic and helpful #person reacts with being constantly devalued on so many levels is like. Quite believable. Genuinely I think she’s one of the best written #characters on the show.#Anyway.#my stuff #Also I KNOW Molly Cobb’s ending(?) is more complicated than that I actually thought it was also pretty interesting and well done ish but #This is NOT a serious post (except apparently in the tags for a sec) this is a post about my favourite abrasive daredevil and her cool dog #And her husband the painter who gives weed to housewives sometimes

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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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Reluctant Bride

Pairing: Ellaria Sand x Baratheon!Fem! Reader (background Oberyn Martell x baratheon!fem!reader)

warnings: description of war, derogatory description of women, forced marriage, oberyn talks lowly of the reader’s appearance and status because he’s angry he has to marry in the first place, Oberyn is a dick but he gets better, (this makes it sound worse than it is lol. Just lore building with angst and sapphic yearning lmao.

Summary: Just months after the rebellion has ended, Ellaria Sand meets her lover’s betrothed.

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Ellaria was dressed in finer clothes than you on your own wedding day.

Orange silk embroidered with golden serpents hugged her curves and fine jewels were weaved into her hair that your betrothed seemed content to twirl with his finger as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

You didn’t need to be told who she was. The beautiful woman by your husband’s side, you saw it plainly in his eyes. Love and devotion that could never be found in a marriage under the sept’s roof, but rather one made by affection and passion.

Ellaria Sand was more of Oberyn’s wife than you ever thought you would be.

But bless the poor woman’s heart, she was frightened.

She didn’t want to come to his wedding at first. But Oberyn has all but begged her to, laying gentle kisses up her arm until he was mumbling his plea into the crook of her neck.

“If I will be forced to wed against my will, the least you can allow me is the pleasure of having my true love by side when I am chained to another.”

He always has a flair for dramatics, her sweet prince.

But Ellaria felt it, as she entered Storm’s End by his side, the judgemental stares and hushed whispers when his hand did not release hers. She knew exactly what they thought of her without ever heaving to hear their voices grind against her ears.

“He brought his whore?”

“To his own wedding, the gal!”

“She’s a bastard too, I heard.”

“That’s the dornish for you, debauched dogs, every single one of them.”

But she would not flinch at their words, she knew she was a bastard since birth, Dorne may have welcomed it but the rest of Westeros had no issue reminding her and every other sand in the world of their place. She learned it well and wore it with pride. She was the lover of the Red Viper, a child of house Uller, the gossip of tittering lords and ladies did not frighten her.

However, the Baratheons did.

She would be a fool not to, truly. They were the ones that started the war, plunging the realm into a year of bloodshed and horror that their eldest son charged headfirst into without a second thought.

Strong, dutiful, dangerous.

As she entered Storm’s End, thunder echoing against its stone walls that made their grand home resemble a shadowed cave rather than a castle, she is reminded of their words.

Ours is the fury.

It had been the third child, who greeted them. Dressed in all black and face somber, he looked well past his age, like a soldier returning from war rather than the young man just coming to age as he was.

“It’s a great honor to have you, my prince.”

But Stannis Baratheon had suffered a siege while his brother commanded from the battlefield, he had seen the war just the same.

His eyes, dark and cutting like a hidden blade, fell onto Ellaria, for a moment she felt as if she had come to an execution, rather than a wedding. Stannis looked at her like an intrusion, before bowing his head.

“My sister is eager to join our houses with this union. As are you, I am sure.”

Oberyn’s agreeance was slick with mockery, teeth flashed in a grin that made the young man’s face go sour.

“There is nothing I look forward to more.”

He had yet to let go of Ellaria’s hand.

The pair did not separate until they reached the sept, a grand building covered in tapestries of every dead saint and alive with hymns that speak of love and devotion.

Two things seldom found between husband and wife.

Oberyn walked to the altar alone, but his eyes caught hers in the crowd and he smiled. Even from afar, she knew him well enough to catch the twitch of his thumb at his side. That despite his anger and dismissive arrogance he loves to wrap himself in like a silken robe, he was at a disadvantage. This was not his home and nor were these were not his people. He was in the house of the family responsible for the death of his sister with no plan for vengeance, but a wedding he was forced into, just like his Elia.

Ellaria’s gaze is pulled from her lover as the grand door creaks open over the singing, where their king enters, face still laden with scars of the rebellion, of his conquest, escorting the bride by hand.

Robert Baratheon was large in every way possible. His presence commanded respect. Even in his formal wear the bulk of his muscle was seen through as he walked. The hymns dulled to a soft hum at his entrance, head turning as his eyes cut into the crowd before they landed on Ellaria and she froze in her spot.

For a moment, fear clenched her heart.

Robert had unleashed a war upon the realm when Rhaegar took his betrothed, he plunged his siblings into starvation and rode against countless noble families that now bend the knee to him. He caved in the chest of the silver-haired dragon prince himself, severing the three headed dragon with his war hammer until there was nothing left of it’s legacy than two eggs, lost to the wind.

And here she stood at his sister’s wedding, the proud lover of her betrothed.

There’s a brief moment where she wondered if he was going to say something. Shout an order for her to be escorted out for being so bold to be at the union, but then a hand squeezed his and he pulled away from her gaze to yours.

“Don’t.” Barely a whisper that only he could hear. No question nor plea, but an order.

One the Usurper obeys without resistance.

Ellaria had never seen you in person before. But Oberyn had painted a foul picture of you the moment your betrothal was confirmed to still be held after the rebellion. He spoke of your sneer and the way your lips puckered into a sour pout each time somebody spoke to you, your eyes were flat and empty of any emotion.

“If it weren’t for her skirt I wouldn’t know which one I was marrying.” Oberyn jested as he lifted a goblet of wine to his lips. “Her or Stannis.”

Ellaria watched you walk down the aisle to her lover, struck by your beauty.

A hood sat atop your head that fell to embroidered lace covering your shoulders, her eyes found a stray curl that dangled by your face and wondered what it would feel like under her finger tips. Dark eyes flick over to her own if only for a second and she felt herself stopped once more, not with fear.

But desire.

You continued forward and she watched you walk down the aisle to the awaiting prince.

A strong nose frames the soft line of your features, shoulders drawn back and head held high like a queen to be worshiped or a painting to be admired.

You were regal. Looking more like a crowned ruler than the king by your side.

Your voice did not waver during your vows, she wondered if you were frightened. Any woman would be. To marry a man who loathed her family for a death you had no part in.

But you didn’t let it show. Instead the promise to be a loyal wife echoed through the sept before you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Oberyn’s, who was just as stiff as you.

As she watched the first kiss of an unwanted marriage, Ellaria’s chest filled with envy of her beloved prince.

#ellaria sand x reader #ellaria sand x you #baratheon wife tag #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x you #teehee #id like to say my fantasy/medival fics have gotten some inspiration from my poetry of desire class last semester <3 thanks professor #those annotations were torture but the poetry slapped frfr #i think i still have my book actually #one of my favorites was the vine #i just. *clenches fist* love lore and WOMEN #im proud of this but also embarassed it took me like. four hours to write 1.2k words jfc man #i like putting oberyns wife in pretty hoods and gowns hehe #also i listented to tamino like the entire time i wrote this i hope it shows #anyways its..three am now. woof

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small-spark-of-light · 7 months

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day 23 was to pick a color palette and stick to those colors(with some blending allowed)

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christiangeistdorfer · 3 months

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LIANE ENGEMAN, 1969

#HELLO ??#love learning abt vintage women in motorsports #she could drive when she was 15!#i was fretting abt boys at that age!#she's so pretty as well <3 #liane engeman #women in motorsport

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comfied-chriterature · 2 months

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Okay seriously what is it with the "straight a student popular girl adored by everyone as the most beautiful and most caring and helpful actually resents everyone around her and the pedestal she's been put on and fake smiles her way through the day" always having PURPLE HAIR??

(Also she's comphet lesbian-coded -> "Little Miss Perfect" vibes LMAO)