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nakouwolf · 2 months
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Carla & Bérénice, Ici tout commence (TF1) ❤️🥰
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secretlykoishi · 11 months
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forsapphics · 2 months
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sapicloveyou · 10 days
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Me when I think about her:
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tothe1ighthouse · 8 months
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Posts like this feel like assault to me.
Men will always try to force women into liking dick no matter what. A lesbian is not a "non man" who loves another "non man", she is a woman, a human female. SEXuality is legitimately based on sex, not "gender" . A self called lesbian man with a slong doesn't say anything to me.
The phrase "suck girldick" has to be one of the most degrading phrases I have ever heard. It is the best example of men being men no matter what they look like or identify as. The fact that he had to bring up a sexual act to define what makes one a "true lesbian" really proves that men will fetishize every little thing in this world.
"Lesbophobes are legitimately so disgusting" (sic). People who understand how sick and twisted this situation is are not "lesbophobes" they are in fact woke and know how to respect boundaries. Every human being on earth with critical thinking knows that no fucking lesbian likes dick and will never do so.
YOU are the and disgusting one, not lesbians, including myself, who try to protect themselves from male predators, who will not miss a chance to invade our spaces. We are not lesbophobes, you are. Fucking pervert.
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xx-emo-flower-xx · 5 months
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ink1ingsox · 4 months
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Hiii!
I’m ink1ingsox, but you can call me Marie! I’m new to Tumblr sooo I might as well post my most recent piece for a good start.
I hope you enjoy this and I will be posting more!
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meoowwxx · 1 year
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How's one to know I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone, in a faith forgotten land
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trashedits · 1 year
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IT WAS STARING US IN THE FACE THE WHOLE TIME!
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justchillrich · 8 months
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it’s been a while🖤
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awhimsicalgetaway · 6 months
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I am no longer afraid of my love 🪻
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rosestarlightkatarina · 4 months
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Lesbian Christmas tree y’all
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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it today❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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urstrulysoleil · 10 months
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞
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pairing: fem!reader x cordelia goode
synopsis: loss isnt the end of everything nor does it mean to let go, yet the swelling pain of all the happy places cordelia remembers of you. she travels through all of the happiest places and ends at the most devastating yet where you were at your best rest.
warnings: angst, death, sadness, (lowercase intended), italicized are memories
w/c: 6.9k
a/n: literally looked up literal places in new orleans for this help also this feels controversial
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six months, it had been six months since you'd been gone. cordelia felt as though she was in an endless spiral. nothing hurt more than the smile on your face, which was now only in her memory. the day you left out the door, she wish she told you she loved you before you went, or even just said bye. that day was the day she expected you to come home, give her a kiss, and a hug. she received neither that day.
4:37 p.m
she could only lay on her side and watch as time ticked. she felt as though it would be impossible to get up, mourning was never easy. she sat up, her feet hanging off the side of the bed. the white slippers you'd bought her for christmas sometime ago. she stood, walking towards her closet she opened it. she only sighed as she picked out a button shirt and black pants. she ran a cardigan over her shoulders and closed her closet. going into the connected door to her bathroom she opened it and went to her half of the double sink. she turned and saw all your remaining stuff that she never moved since you left. her hands rested on the counter as she looked look into the mirror. reflections of you ghosted the background, only to wish it was real
she slipped on black heels, and walked out of her room. heels clicked softly against the wooden stairs of the academy. she grabbed her purse off the hang and left. she went down the now concrete stairs.
new orleans city park
the new orleans city park was always a favorite place for you to visit. be a free spirit. you specifically loved the botanical gardens. though cordelia always complained that the green house was perfectly fine, she still loved to see you explore the garden and give you sweet little flowers. her hands grazed the many flowers, red, yellow, pink, white. she took a white one for herself and held it.
"delia! look here, a daisy," you nicely shoved it in her face for her to see, "my dear, its as pretty as you." she gently moved the daisy out of her face and looked at you with adoration. so many emotions overwhelmed her anytime she was in your presence. you grabbed her hand as you led her onward to what she felt like was an endless maze of flowers, something so fumbling yet beautiful. just as she would always call you, you were free and adventurous. you showed her a whole new world she never knew she could enter until she found you. and she was forever grateful for it.
the endless maze was no longer endless now that you were not there to guide her through it as always. her trip felt so long yet so short because of your ghosted presence. she left the garden, usually without you. she stood on the sidewalk feeling the air.
the rabbit's foot
you always got a bagel from the rabbits foot, every other day you'd grab one. it was always a quick treat youd enjoy to grab to boost your mode before starting your classes. you always persisted on grabbing something for her, yet she made it clear she was okay. now when she walked through the door she wish she accepted it.
RING the shop bell rang as she opened the door to the rabbits foot, "hello ma'am! could i help you today?" a sweet young woman offered cordelia help. she was hesitant for a minute before asking, "could i just get one bagel, please?" she smiled politely, "one bagel coming up, $3.09 is your total." cordelia opened her bag for her wallet and saw the picture of you two she felt as though she might break down on the spot. she pulled out 4 dollars and handed it to the woman, "keep the change." she gave a silent thank you, "the name for the order?"
"y/n" you smiled. the lady on the other side nodded, "your name will be called once your bagel is ready." you smiled and went to look around. cordelia found a seat next to the window as you sat across from her. "dee, are you sure you didnt want me to order you something?" she smiled at you and nodded, "darling im positive." you hummed as to not push her farther. "i spy with my little eye some black." you looked at her and smiled. she was confused for a moment and looked at you and then looked back scanning the streets for something black. she scanned for a little bit before she noticed the 2 dimensional rabbit leaned against a pole at the front of the store. "the rabbit?" you giggled and nodded.
"cordelia?" she heard her name being called ss the stared at the black rabbit through the window. she turned around and went to the receiving counter for her bagel. "have a good one," the lady smiled, cordelia reciprocated "you as well." she left the counter and opened the bag the bagel was in. it was the same bag you brought back to the academy every other day. a white bag with little bunnies on them. she took the bagel out and it reminded her of the joy you'd get from it. she got took a small piece of it and ate it. everything flooded back, she left the store with the usual bell ring.
the cemetery
what felt like miles she finally made her way to your resting place. it felt like forever watching you go. tears rimmed her brown eyes. nothing hurt more than seeing you, without your presence. she felt as though she could never be at ease again without you. "hey baby. its me, delia, i miss you a lot. i brought you a flower." it was a little silence before she placed the daisy on the ground. "it was your favorite, remember?" she wished she could have at least one more word from you. "i got one of those bagels you loved. It's not that bad actually." she laughed. she pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, "i miss you more than anything my dear, if i could see you one last time maybe I could've done something, just maybe." her voice cracked as tears dropped down her cheeks. "i love you" she tested her head against your stone. one last time to hold you.
miss robichaux's academy. 8:23 p.m
cordelia arrived back at the academy after sometime. it was quiet in the academy, the lights were off besides the lit candles. in the living room and kitchen. she went up the stairs heels clicking against the wood. she opened up the door, to wish to see you. she took off her heels not even bothering to line them up neatly alongside her other shoes. she went to the bathroom to wash her face and get ready for her slumber, she got into the shower and stayed there, letting them steam build. everything was slowly blurry in the hotness. she let every drop of water run down her body before she got out.
"delia! are you here?" she came out of the bathroom, steam following along. "I'm here my dear." she responded, emerging from the steam. you were changing into pajamas as she did the same. "how was your day?" she asked. you slipped a shirt over you "quite fine, i ran into misty around town. you?" you told her, "i went down to the rabbits foot and got a bagel, you know the ones you like. but um.. before that i went to the city park. got a daisy of course. then i went to visit you.." she trailed off as she turned to you, laying on the bed holding her hand. "thank you, i missed you." she took your hand
"you're not even here." tears welled.
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a/n: this was not supposed to be this long woops
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fictionbish · 5 months
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I WON'T SPOIL, BUT THE MARVELS??? TALK ABOUT WLW REPRESENTATION THANK YOU VERY MUCHHHHHHHHHH <3
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tothe1ighthouse · 8 months
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Her works raised me, my grandmother always talked to me about Virginia, how beautifully she talks about women, about the long existing struggles and stereotypes that circle around us, how important her presence is in feminist literature.
Her works seem like love letters to me. Letters that remind me who i am and what i am fighting for♡
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