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fetchen · 1 month
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karen shetty wouldn’t mind being in love with a girl if it didn’t mean being in love with gretchen wieners.
gretchen wieners wouldn’t mind being in love with karen shetty if it didn’t mean being in love with a girl.
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magicpotatothoughts · 25 days
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Why is this the most accurate thing to have ever accurated
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herlostlover · 1 year
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I don't want to look back in five years time and think, 'We could have been magnificient, but I was afraid.’ In five years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn't let it.
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starslovechasers · 19 days
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You're Losing Me, Tolerate it, The 1.
disclaimer: i'm sorry for this angst. i'm obsessed with this concept, i'm obsessed with them. i may never sleep again. enjoy
Taylor swift Songs x Lily & Narcissa.
It was practically impossible for Lily to get a moment along with Narcissa recently. They didn’t have a single class together, considering the fact that Narcissa was a year her senior. Secret rendezvous in dark areas and silent study sessions with nothing but a mere touch of pinky fingers were enough. They had to be.
But, tonight was a rare occurrence where they could be in the same room. The highly anticipated Gryffindor/Slytherin Quidditch match had been that evening, and the highly anticipated Victory party would be that night. Lily didn’t even care that Slytherin had won, all she cared about was the fact that she would get to steal glances at Narcissa without being questioned.
But when she arrived at the Slytherin Common Room with her friends, Narcissa didn’t even glance in her direction.
Lily felt like the breath had been taken right out of her lungs when she saw her.
Her long blonde hair was no longer tied in her signature Quidditch braids, it hung down in ringlets that framed her face almost perfectly. Her red lipstick, unmarked. Narcissa was speaking to a Slytherin who was in sixth year with her. Laughing at a joke that he made. Some pureblood that Lily had seen in the hallways. She ignored the taste of bile.
‘I’m going to go congratulate the Captain.’ She said over her shoulder to her friends, just tuning into the conversation long enough to hear Sirius and Marlene arguing over who the better kisser is out of the pair.
She made sure not to let her emotions show on her face, after all– she had been seeing Narcissa for months now. Lily hated how easy it had become, lying to her friends.
Narcissa didn’t even look up when Lily walked up to her.
‘Good game today. Congrats.’ She spoke, her voice louder and more bitter than expected.
The blonde looked up. She racked her eyes over Lily slowly. Lily held back a shiver. The Slytherin boy she had been talking to turned around. He took a single glance at Lily then rolled his eyes.
‘Shouldn’t you be fraternising with your own kind?’ His tongue lingered on the word kind.
Lily scoffed.
‘Sorry– who are you?’ Her jaw grinded.
‘Lucius, please.’ Narcissa interrupted, her tone almost bored. Lily tried to ignore the sting.
‘Watch how you speak to me, mudblood.’ He spat. Lily reeled back. Her eyes flicked to Narcissa, almost accusingly.
And when Narcissa didn’t say anything, only avoided her gaze. It felt like the final nail in the tomb.
Lily nodded sourly, and stepped back. She resisted the urge to suckerpunch ‘Lucius’ in the face, she wouldn’t waste a detention on that foul thing she had decided. Narcissa had chosen her side, that was fine. Lily just wished it didn’t hurt as much as it did.
She walked back over to her friends, calm and collected. She ignored the snickers that came from Lucius, and the silence that came from Narcissa. Unsure of what had hurt more.
Once she reached her friends, they exclaimed excitedly at her reappearance.
‘You know what, it’s been a long week. Let’s get pissed.’ She said decidedly, taking a shot straight out of Mary’s hand and slamming it back. She didn’t wince at the taste, after seeing Narcissa look at her like she didn’t know every inch of her skin– nothing would hurt more, ever again.
The night fluttered past like a blur. Shots on shots, dances after dances. Despite the heat that sped through her skin, she couldn’t bring herself to kiss someone else yet. She wanted to, just out of spite. I don’t need you, she wanted to yell. Fuck Narcissa.
She swayed to the sound of the music, her hands around Mary's waist as they giggled and danced. She had almost lost the memory of Narcissa looking like she didn’t care for her in the midst of the dancing when gentle fingers wrapped around her wrist and yanked her from Mary.
Lily stumbled, her vision blurry, but she didn’t stop. She followed the person who was dragging her out of the common room. The door slamming shut behind them, she spun around, almost falling in the process to be met with Narcissa.
‘I don’t understand.’ Lily spluttered. Her red hair clung to her face, a mixture of liquor and sweat scattered across her skin. She reached for Narcissa, but she couldn’t reach her. Just like always.
‘I know you don’t.’ Narcissa’s jaw clenched. She spoke each word eloquently and softly. It didn’t matter how smart she was– when it came to Narcissa, no one made her feel like she knew nothing like she did.
‘Don’t do that– Don’t talk to me like you’re so much wiser and I'm just- I'm just a fool!’ Lily shook her head, dropping her hands down by her sides.
‘Lily.. you’re not a fool.’ Narcissa sighed.
Lily wanted to scream. How dare she just stand there and act like this wasn’t happening, like their relationship wasn’t on the verge of collapsing, like she didn’t even care. How dare she.
‘Fuck you.’ She spoke, hoping she wouldn’t slur her words.
‘I have to marry him.’ Narcissa’s words felt like a slap across the fight. Lily’s eyes widened, before she scoffed.
‘Like hell you are.’
‘I’m serious.’ Lily met Narcissa’s eyes. They had softened. Narcissa always had beautiful eyes. They were a deep shade of blue, and Lily was more than willing to drown in them.
‘You can’t marry him– you can’t love him?’ Lily’s voice cracked on the word love. She hated how she sounded, so weak. Then again, that was always the way it seemed to go with Narcissa.
‘It doesn’t matter what I want.’ Narcissa’s voice was soft, gentle. So unlike her, she was strong. Narcissa had always been the stronger one out of the two of them, but she sounded so soft. Like it was hurting her, like she didn’t have a choice but she did. There was always a choice.
Narcissa reached for Lily’s hand, and she couldn’t help but allow her to take it. Just for a single moment, she let her manicured thumb stroke the back of her hand– for a moment she almost forgot where they were. Looking into her ocean eyes, she felt like they were in the Forbidden Forest again, and Lily was fourteen and they had just had their first kiss.
But Lily wasn’t fourteen anymore, and Narcissa was engaged.
Lily took her hand back.
‘You’re losing me.’ Lily said, her voice sad. Narcissa looked at her with pleading eyes. ‘If you do this, you’re losing me.’ She repeated, voice shaky. She took a step back.
‘Lily it doesn’t have to be like that,’ Narcissa stepped towards her. ‘We can still be us– we just have to be more careful.’ Narcissa raised her hand to Lily’s cheek, taking it in her hand carefully as if she was scared she might break.
Lily turned away.
‘You know, I wouldn’t marry me either. What? A pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her.’ She said bitterly.
Narcissa reached for her again.
‘Do something, baby. Say something, Choose something– risk something Narcissa for fucks sake!’ Lily cried out.
Narcissa flinched, but didn’t say anything. When she didn’t fight Lily, or argue. She knew she had lost. Although she let her shoulders drop, she wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t let Narcissa see her cry.
‘I’m sorry.’ Narcissa whispered.
She stepped towards Lily, taking her by the wrist. Narcissa turned Lily to face her, and she let her. At the end of the day, she was only a girl. A girl in love.
Narcissa placed her hand cautiously on Lily’s cheek. Lily swore she saw fear on her features. She let her forehead fall onto Narcissa’s forehead. As weak as she felt, she needed a moment of familiarity– a moment of love, even if it would be the last one ever.
Lily looked up, meeting Narcissa’s eyes. They watered. She hated seeing Narcissa sad, but a part of her felt comforted by the fact that even a small part of Narcissa was hurting too.
‘I’m sorry.’ She heard the blonde mumble before she connected their lips. They were so incredibly soft. Lily had missed them. She let out a quiet sound as she deepened the kiss. It wasn’t sexual or wanting. It was a different type of desire this time. The type of desire that can only come from wanting someone who you can never truly have, no matter how much you want each other.
A loving, heart wrenching, life ruining kiss. A goodbye.
Narcissa was the one to break the kiss, poetically enough. Lily didn’t open her eyes. She wanted to keep the memory of her warm breath for as long as Narcissa would let her.
‘We were something, don't you think so?’ Lily felt Narcissa whisper in her ear.
By the time Lily opened her eyes, Narcissa was gone, and Lily was left alone with nothing but memories and an ache in her chest that she knew would never go away.
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therosevines · 28 days
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- 2 months
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pairing: fem! x fem!
synop: she was the sun, and she was the moon
wc: 206
a/n: first work since 2020? very rusty :') dividers: @cafekitsune (love her stuff sm)
cws: fluffy angst , fem! x fem! , wlw , character death , mentions of alcohol
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she radiated warmth and light, a living embodiment of the sun itself.
long golden locks blowing behind her with every gust of wind, sun kissed skin that glowed with radiance. the kind of person to touch your shoulder with a warm hand and had a smile as warm as sunlight.
she embodied the mystery of the night, the solitary beacon in the darkened sky.
raven black hair that eats all light it touches, pale skin that glistens under dim moonlight. slender hands that are cool to the touch, almost like they’ve touched death itself.
her dark orbs bore into hers with childish anger, crystals shining on her brown lashes. she giggled, “don’t cry, i’ll only be gone for 2 months. i’ll be back before you know it.” she clung onto her beige puffer tearfully, a hug that felt like it could last centuries.
years later, she cradles their 15th anniversary bouquet, a symbol of enduring love, as she gracefully walks across the expansive grassy field. Gently placing the bouquet in a delicate vase resting on a checkered blanket. slender, pale fingers hold up a cider filled glass in a toast, “happy anniversary, my love.” her gaze lingers on the grave, a mix of love and pain reflected in her eyes as tears pool in her eyes.
“may you forever smile with the warmth of the sun”
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goddessofwisdom18 · 2 months
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the witnesses, the barrister and the judge vs the defendant
my art featuring lyrics from pink floyd's the trial /
a court of wings and ruin chapter 61 /
carolina by taylor swift /
nyt article speculating on taylor swift's sexuality /
outer banks season 3 episode 6 /
barbie (2023) /
text post by @irontrashglitter /
a court of thorns and roses chapter 46 /
my art of the trial part ii
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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 months
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My Work In Progress (WIPs) List
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This post is for me to keep track of my WIPs and for all of you to see what I’m working on! I’ll try and update this as much as I can ♥️ Let me know if you have any questions about a particular WiP! If you ask nicely, I might just give you a little snippet of them… Find my navigation page here—>
Mommy… Master List
Sherlock Holmes xFem Reader smut
Platonic!Lady Lesso xFem Reader fluff
Morticia x Larissa Daughter— request from @chaoticstateofaffairs
Marilyn Thornhill xFem Reader fluffy smut
Marilyn Thornhill fluff, sick fic
More Platonic!Lady Lesso xFem Reader fluff
Nebula xFem Reader smut
Wolfstar and Quillkiller fic— collab with @nic-writes-it-all
Mommy!Morticia Addams Headcanons
First Jan Stevens fic
An Alrissa fic
One more Alrissa fic…
Lady D x Donna xFem Reader
Another Alrissa fic!
Lady Dimitrescu xFem Exmilitary!Reader
First Times Chapter 7 ~Larissa Weems
The Morally Grey Ch 6 ~Peggy Carter
Anderperry Angst— request from @rrcenic
Chrisginny request from @rrcenic
Clarissa Dovey xFem Reader content
You Make Submitting So Easy Part 2
Kate Woodstock content
Maria Hill content
Elle Greenaway Content
Brienne of Tarth xFem Reader (maybe lady!Reader…)
When the Heat is Mutual Part 2~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)
Elizabeth Keane Content
That’s all for now, ciao ciao lovelies! <33
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spyderslut · 4 months
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I cant stop thinking of her.
her smile, her eyes, the way she laughs, how nice she would be to hug, how pretty her face is, the way she compliments my eyes, my laugh, and my face, how she calls me beautiful and gets embarrassed when i call her beautiful in turn. How she compliments my russian, and how to teach me she sang "you are my sunshine" to me, in russian. and I, to her. How she apparently freaks out when she is told that ive been thinking about/talking about her, in much the same way I do about her. How she says words in english a little wrong, and how adorable it is. How she apparently thinks the same of how i mess up russian.
I love how when I was talking to my friend about the messages I was sending her, panicking and asking if they were ok, if i should send something else, if i should change anything, if they think that she liked the message I sent her, that she was doing the same thing with the same person.
I like how she called my hands beautiful. Ive never gotten that complement, and im honestly rather self conscious about them. I like how quickly we have gotten to having deep conversations about so many topics. I like how I can talk about nonsense im autistic about for hours and she will just sit there listening and interested! And Iove how I would do the same for her. I cant stop thinking about wanting to kiss her, to hug her, to lie next to her and give or receive a warm embrace. I love how she taught me how to say "our love is strong" and "i love your eyes" in russian, and how we spoke both of these things to eachother in both languages. I love how she taught me anatomy words in russian, and I love how hard she laughed when I said in russian "i like big ass and titty" and I love spending time with her. be it watching some yuri anime together on discord, or having her teach me declinations, I just feel full. I leave every interaction with her feeling more whole as a person, and when I look into the mirror I like what see much more. I do not see any physical flaws in myself because she just makes me feel so good. Do you think she might like me? Should I ask her out? I'm fucking terrified that I'm going to fuck this up. But, as nervous as I am to say this out loud, I have fallen in love with her. Amongst my many many doubts and fears. I have come to not be able to doubt that, at least.
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thezenanna · 1 year
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If I had it my way, I would be yours.
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zaffiri-saffici · 1 year
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Me upon finishing Gideon the Ninth:
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mythologytree2510 · 8 months
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Lol Read the prompt wrong on an creative writing question so I’m popping it on here
Burning Cold
Her Burning cold skin scorched my fingertips as I touched Her head. The dull throb racking my body in slow waves continued, the ringing in my ears so sharp I was sure my skull would shatter. I let go of Her head, reaching for my own as bright white light burned into the back of my retina, temporarily blinding me from a sight I was desperate to not see. I look up to see life around me swallowed by flames, they danced along the street, tall, proud trees lit up like torches. The world burned around me as the one thing I held dear sat still and Lifeless and dead. While everything was lightning hot, She burned cold.
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herlostlover · 1 year
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I was here. I loved you. Some days, it wasn't enough.
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a-moth-to-the-light · 2 years
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Stuck in the Parking Lot After Graduation
The sky is vaguely orange tonight, streetlights against clouds.
I always imagined I'd say goodbye on a sunny day, but it's night now and I'm still staring. I thought I wanted to graduate, thought I had hated every minute in this building, but maybe I lied. I thought I liked finally going dancing with someone who looks me in the eyes, thought I had hated every defeat at your hands, but it's night now and I'm still staring.
I've graduated anyway, saving my sentimentality for an afternoon in a dorm room, in a new state with my own plates. And I, perhaps, will settle for missing you from somewhere more fun and less teary-eyed, somewhere I can go out in the evenings and run screaming, slightly drunk, out to buy sourdough bread.
I won't forget you, I won't even try because erasing you means erasing clouds and streetlights and the high school I'll miss more than I thought I would, but I'll stumble to the kitchen and make a sandwich at three in the morning when the sky and sappy songs on the radio start to whisper your name, and there's something in that future that I don't seem to mind.
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emilypapen · 1 month
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you tell me,
you tell me you will never let any man love you. you say it proudly, with a smile. you tell me feminism taught you that and i taught you feminism.
you tell me you're better off alone, as if being loved by a man is the only option.
but i am no man.
you tell me you will never let any man love you.
but i am no man.
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andersonlore · 5 months
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Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits
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❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜
†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.
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Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.
It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.
"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.
"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”
"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.
"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.
"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."
"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.
"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.
Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.
"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.
"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"
You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.
“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.
“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”
“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”
“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?” 
You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.
If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.
The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.
You would make her pay for it.
“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.
You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.
“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”
“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.
“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.
“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.
Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.
It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.
She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.
“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.
“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.
Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.
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buglover77 · 1 month
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GHOSTBUSTERS FROZEN EMPIRE SPOILERS
if I see one person judge Phoebe for her poor decision making in her gay awakening first sapphic situationship I am going to go rabid… Phoebe ejecting her soul for a pretty girl she met like a week ago is the most realistic teenage gay experience I’ve ever seen in media
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