wlwwonderer
come yearn w me
(autistic) she/they. //this is a strictly wlw/nblw account// my ask box is not working :(
27 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
ciel-etla-memoire
回憶 Memories
flammus713
Flammus
strangebiology
Strange Biology
forteafy
moved to @vetteltea!
truckstoptigers
like glass between my teeth
Text
She *is* beautiful. From her sun spotted hands and her wrinkles. Her cellulite and her skin tone. Her wrinkles and rosacia. I find her in the hallway at the mirror, picking her face. I take her hands in mine and turn her away from the glass and tell her how beautiful she is. Plant kisses from her lips to her fingertips. She pulls herself closer and embraces me. She is beauty.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
She pulls me into herself, her chin planting firmly on my collarbone. I grin and hug her back, her hands rough against my waist. Her work clothes smell like outside, like woodshavings and the breeze. I wanted to dig deeper and remain forever in the emotion drawn from the sensation given within her smell.
Her hands. My hands. They do so much. For me. For her. She deserves all of it. All of what her hands can do. All of what my hands can do. All of what I can do, I want to do it for her.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Gods. Women. Black Women. Indian women. Irish Women. African women, native american women, brown women, white women, older women, disabled women, trans women, nonbinary women, and nonbinary people!Just so.
(i am a nb woman! <3 it just feels right.) So fucking sweet. Women are beautiful and I will always admire respectfully.
Men are cool too. Black men, white men, brown men, all men deserving. My standards for men are what I should be able to call low: not racist, not misogynistic, not oddly out of touch. It is simple, really. I appreciate my man friends being civil with me. My record of having cis male friends who have not eventually ghosted me for being a lesbian is 1. the number one. His name is Gurman, and he deserves appreciation. Also Colby. Just a shout out to Gurman and Colby. Everyone deserves a Gurman and Colby. My memories with both will remain with me as men who are genuinely wholesome and deserve amazing families and lives.
All this to say. I am a lesbian. Women deserve love, but so does every other kind of human. But *especially* women. So. Yeah.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
to be loved romantically. To be given the alternate slices of her clementine. To be the one she looks for in the crowd. The one she hand feeds deep fried oreos at the state fair, kissing the powdered sugar off my lips. The one she parts crowds for, holding the stap of my bag as we travel towards the next foodstuffs.
To be nuzzled close like cats under fuzzy blankets on a foggy evening, the TV not nearly as loud as the sight and feeling of one another.
Holding their hand on the boardwalk, swinging arms because were finally happy. The beach sand getting in their hair, and me massaging their scalp over our motel batub to to get it out.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
She is the color blue. Her skin, so dark is is almost black. Her broad, flat nose, that I could admire and kiss for hours. Her eyes, blackened irises and frackled whites. If i could draw, my first work would be of her.
Her braids, tight against her skull as I would wish to be. If I could braid myself into her hair, I would give my life to do so. Her voice, rough like a gravel road, fills my dreams and thoughts.
Her gapped smile that I could stare at all day. Her boistrous laugh that I would consume if given the chance. Her fat that if I could hold closer, I would be able to love better.
I love her. My lover. My sweet, made of everything tender and soft in the world. Her large physique against me as I curl around her back like a sleeping cat upon our couch. She cries to me on occasion, and I wish I could fix myself as someone who would cause cracks in the happiness of such a beautiful and graceful being.
#lesbian#wlw#wlw fic#lesbian imagines#lesbian love#sapphic nsft#lesbian nsft#black girl magic#black girl beauty
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
When we were teenagers, we lived apart. Seperated by three states. Saw each other as much as we could, but some days were worse than others. I scared myself several times during those years. We would make plans to meet, and just before I saw her I would wonder if this would work. If maybe my feelings were jaded for her.
But they never did. We would see each other and I would remember how I fell in love. She is soft. Warm blankets in a cool home, the sound of a dryer in the next room over. We longed to live together. Now, we do.
The world is in a semi-permanent golden hour when my love is home. We play Billie Holiday and help each other cook and clean. It is an easy existence after the toil of our younger years.
She gives me safety and comfort, love in all ways. When i don't want to take my medications, she lays with me and talks to me gently, because she knows it will make me sick if i skip a day. When I dont feel hungry, she makes a large plate with things she knows i like and sits next to me on the couch, offering me a bite for every bite she takes. I always take them.
When she is upset, I ask her how i can help. Sometimes the answer is a hug, and i hold her tight enough to remind her I will always be here for her. Sometimes she wants to be ledt alone, so I'll put on music or take a nap or go on a walk, and try asking again when I see her next.
I love her. Our lives are peaceful. We are one and we are two. Symbiosis at its finest.
#lesbian#wlw#wlw fic#soft lesbian#soft wlw#wlw vibes#wlw imagine#lesbian imagines#nbwlw#nblw#nblw blog#lesbian love#lesbianimagines
52 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sometimes we look at the moon together. She holds me from behind and i feel her warmth on my back as i gaze into the soft orb that illuminates the sky. Her soft touch as she rests her chin on the top of my head, and I settle into her grasp and we stand for who knows how long. The stars glimmer and I occasionally feel as if one would implode if we were to detatch from one another.
She has kissed me under the moon many a time, so much so that when we happen to be apart and i look into the heavens, i may taste her upon my own lips. Smell her in my memories and hear her voice as if she were with me.
She told me once that the moon reminded her of myself. I sighed happily andsettled in to cuddle her for hours. The moon will always hold a piece of me, and now it will always hold a piece of us, as one. I wonder often how many couples have deemed the moon their holder, their legacy, as they pass on. Does one singular love live in the moon, reincarnated every lifetime with a new pairing? The world seems so small when she holds me, and we watch the moon together.
#lesbian#wlw#wlw fic#wlw imagines#wlw vibes#wlw goddess#wlw moon#moonlight#full moon#oh to have a gf#i want a gf#my gf#lovely#her <3#wlw aesthetic#lesbianimagines#lesbian imagines#lesbian love#lesbian sfw#sfw
44 notes
·
View notes
Text
Leaving my home office seemed impossible. Every time I left my chair, my computer would sound a new email, schedule change, meeting, or anything else. I tried to stay positive, think happy thoughts, but eventually I gave up and started yelling to myself.
I was leaning back in my chair far enough, groaning to wake the dead, when my girlfriend finally entered the room. They held two plates in their hands, blankets over theor arm. their curly hair falls over their shoulders in a way that made me want to braid it. I sighed happily at the sight of them.
They smiled in a way that made me think of sunrays. "I was going to take you outside for a picnic during your lunch," they smiled, "but it's starting to snow." They laid the items down on the carpet and shut my door to keep out the cats before throwing open the blinds and turning off my overhead light. They beckoned me to the ground as they laid out a blanket.
I wiggled my fingers with excitement and squeaked a few times, bounding over and plopping in front of them happily. They crawled over to me with another, fluffier blanket, settling close up next to me and wrapping us both in it. I breathed easy against them.
We ate our fruit and sandwiches in silence, readjusting the blanket and repositioning our stiff muscles whenever need be.
The snow piled up outide like the emails in my inbox, which we fully ignored. They nuzzled into my neck and I grinned, pleased.
color: sky blue
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
wanting to kiss and hold hands and cuddle is all good and well but i need lesbians to understand that it’s okay to want to fuck other women, it’s okay to desire other women sexually, and there’s nothing predatory or shameful about wanting that. this goes double for woc and trans women.
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
The forest blows crisp air over our cheeks as we smile and laugh at each other, throwing leaves at one another under the 5 pm sunset.
Her jacket is covered in twigs and crumbled leaf bits are in her long brown hair as we trot around the cool woods. No houses or cars are around. The only sounds are the wind in the trees and our steps on the ground. My girlfriend wears a tiara of twigs she assembled on the way around the small hills of earth in this near-valley.
She kisses me under the falling leaves when the wind picks up, swirling warm air around our heads. She pulls me close and leans her head back to look me in the eye, grinning stupidly.
I realize how much colder it was than she was as I held her. She seemed to notice this too, because she sniffed once before nuzzling into my shoulder for warmth. Her breath came up in warm plumes on my neck from inside my jacket.
In our small bubble of warmth, of comfort, you could almost forget that your toes were cold in your boots. You could almost forget that the sun would set eventually, and you have to walk back to your house at the edge of the land. You could almost forget there was a world outside of the heat that gathered upon one's face after breathing directly into the fabric above another person's skin.
The intimacy shared between 2 human souls happening in the most romantic season. The red and orange leaves stain the world beyond and even as my eyes are shut, I can still see the blue sky outline of the tangerine landscape yonder. Our hearts beat in tandem with the wind's gusts. I smell leaves, and her; a smell unique to this specific situation, time, and person. I hoped for it to never end.
Color: leaf red/green/orange/outside in the middle of the forest (very specific feeling/color/vibe)
Sorry this was kind of short. In a bit of a silly Billy mood.
#wlw fall#wlw autumn#fall aesthetic#wlw imagines#wlw wonders#forestcore#aesthetic#woods vibes#wlw vibes#wlw#lesbian#she/they lesbian#lesbian witch
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
The goddess, upset, trudged into the forest. She caused quite the stir among the animals as she passed, leaving browning grass in her footsteps. Her bare toes carressed sweet, dry, dirt as she stepped into the cave that belonged to the witch.
"Witch" She called. No reply. Typical. She was probably staring at the goddess from the shadows, silent and promising. The goddess stepped closer, her ever-clean feet not picking up any dust from the loosely set floor.
"Salmari." Called the witch from her dark room. There were tunnels within these caves. Even after all these years, hearing her say her name flipped a switch in the goddess. Rohana said it with such authority yet accented the word with gentleness and sensuality that can't be ignored. "Ill tempered today, I sense." She continued, working beyond my visual boundaries.
She emerged from around the corner, from a room where flickering firelight left with her. She carried little fires on her fingers, extinguishing them as she neared.
Her curls bounced gently and her plump lips puckered a bit as she sauntered up.
"It's been a minute." She said. Her Carmel skin moved over her corded muscles from centuries of hard physical work towards her craft. She wore a small green top and dark bottoms, also barefoot with Salmari.
"Well, I've been busy. I am a goddess, Rohana. I have people to care for." She kept her back straight as she hoped not to be butchered by the witches way with words.
"Mmm, have you?" She inquired, bending down slower than necessary to reach for a small bowl in a crate in a pile. "Used to be, I was the only thing that mattered to you," she said. "All hours, I was yours, you mine. But now, what with your queenly duties and all, only goddess left in the land, blah blah blah. We all know the story.
"What most don't know though," She smiled slyly, crumbling different herbs into the bowl, "is that the reason you won the war, the reason only you survived, was because you had a small little forbidden love with a witch who wanted your powers for herself."
The stinging of old wounds was a familiar feeling when it came to visiting Rohana. She loved to remind you of your past fails- you ask *one* measly little witch to make you a headache remedy *one* time, and it leads to a war. Then you becoming queen after winning it with the help of the cause of the problem. Rohana later lost interest in Salmari's natural power, and has since seemingly acquired her own.
Rohana was banished for one year after the war. She left under the cover of night, Salmari teary eyed and waving from the back door of her palace. She left as a witch who could do not more than make remedies, potions, spell jars and charms. She came back one year later more powerful than any other witch in the Salmari's lands. She was only allowed to live off the land, since parliament thought that would kill her slowly.
But unfortunately for them, she learned the ways of the green witch as well as all other types of craft over her year break. She thrives off of the land, her clearing bursts with crops at all times of the year, and every inch of the forests within 5 miles of her spell lives in eternal spring. Even when Salmari was young and only a spring goddess (common at the time), she was never as powerful as what spell Rohana placed upon her forest dwelling.
Ever interaction with her, Salmari was reminded why Rohana was such a pain in parliament's asses.
"What, nothing to say?" She teased, coming closer to me than before. "Shame." She shoved the bowl into my arms. "Mix those together."
Salmari sighed and swirled the herbs together. "With your hand." Rohana said over her shoulder, motioning her deeper into her workshop. One does not enter a witches dwelling without permission, specifically one of Rohana's power rank. No, not even a goddess with control over all elements and seasons would not dare venture this far into a cave without direct permission. She sighed louder and stirred the plants with her fingertips.
"What brings you in today?" Rohana asked, taking her place behind a black-covered table. Various materials littered the space: candles, plants, what looked to be nails and bones, some hair, and a bowl of dark liquid in the center. Rohana waited expectantly.
"The usual."
Rohana nodded, pointing to a chair against a wall. Salmari dragged it to the opposite side of the table, handing over the bowl of herbs. She held out a hand, and salmari placed her own in hers.
As always, memories of Rohana's hands exploring her body flared to life in her mind. She tried to push them down, knowing Rohana would sense her thoughts. She took a breath before Rohana pricked the tip of her finger, glimmering white blood rushing to the opening in my skin. She squeezed and dripped it into the bowl between us, the second Salmari's holy blood touched the human's it turned the whole bowl milk white.
I saw the reflection of forming crystals at the cave ceiling in the white reflection before Rohana's slender hands dumped the bowl of herbs into the bowl of blood.
The sight of white blood threw more memories at her. White splatters over the grasses her people fought on. The bright red on her own hands from pressing Rohana's deep wounds. She'd died in Salmari's arms on that battlefield. Yet here in front of her, she also sat calmly.
She stared into the depths of the textured liquid. "Needy," She said. "Wanting... something. A feeling of regret and... nervousness." She rested her hands atop Salmari's. "Heat. Passion." She paused, eyes flicking from Salmari's, to the air around her head, to the bowl. Salmari felt her own aura glowing red and link with embarrassment and want. "Overworked. Curious. Ready for a new relationship. Or re-opening doors you thought you wanted shut forever." She skipped a beat. "Re opening legs you've opened before..." She mumbled, loud enough for them both to hear. Her hands slid off Salmari's and she stood.
"Your 'usual' is me telling you how you feel. That's how you feel." She said to the wall she faced. She stretched, making her body a 90⁰ angle from her waist. Slamari decided the ceiling crystals were suddenly very interesting. "It's different today." She said, dropping her head. "Very different."
Let me know if I should post the second part of this. It would be on wattpad
#wlwwattpad#wlw fic#wlw goddess#women#witch#lesbian goddess#lesbian witch#wlw witch#wlw imagine#pt 2 would be on wattpad
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ayo, I have a wattpad again! I know this will have little matter to most people who see this but I'm writing a book on there and the first chapter has been posted! I will have more at length works on there, and I'm making a separate account for smut stories. The name of it will be on my wattpad if interested. My wattpad main: 1-wet-teabag (just like my main on tumblr)
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
When her family is home, she will inhabit only her room willingly. They feel incredible anxiety about leaving her room. They're lucky to have such a space to herself, and, being autistic, they have designed said space to their own liking. Primary lighting in her room is curtain lights on their wall; occasionally the TV is on. Usually playing one of 2 Playlists on Spotify.
When her family isn't home, that's when the fun starts. She will sneak alcohol from the freezer, lay of their leather recliner that is perfectly lined up with the front door and put in earbuds for the best quality of alone time, playing her favorite songs on a short loop. The dogs will cry when the family returns, so she needs not to watch the windows. She can wear only a bra and close some blinds. They leave the back windows open because the forest should see their child in all their glory. She has always enjoyed the trees and soft sunlight in early fall.
Their birthday is soon. She hoped the family will try to understand her next year. She knows they won't. The school year starts next Monday. They hope they can socialize and not be awkward. She knows this will fail. She keeps. Chapstick on her when she remembers to, applying it whenever she feels nervous. When this is unavailable, they will ask of water to drink in place of putting gentle wax on her lips.
They wait for Halloween. For fall. For Autumn. The orange leaves. Their seasonal depression falls with the leaf of a tree. When the air gets dusty, she spend her days outside. This is her only safe haven she feels true in. In a perfect world, the weather is always like this. Yellow. Orange. Pleasant. Happy, truly.
When the rain comes, a hoodie is donned. She will sit in the recliner if her family is gone, next to her window in her room if they occupy the house. She sits still. She hears, listens. The sounds of the world speak to her. Will she ever allow herself to answer? She moves every few minutes to feel the air around her. She can picture the dust and humidity floating around her head and room.
They wait to move out, even as their room is the best thing they have. Their friends compliment them on it. "This place is so cozy!" They tell them. They don't know she made it cater to nurodivergent folks. All the friends are nurodivergent. They simply do not know it. They love them.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Damn could I have made more typos
Hello, if you see this and want to read more wlw/nblw content (specifically imagines/written scenes) the click follow! I'm needing more followers so I can get my writing out there. I'm currently trying to come up w a plot for a boom I'd like to write, I may start putting ideas for it on this blog too so if you want to track my (definitely years long) progress into the future as an author from the beginning, also click follow, and rwblog as many of my posts as you want. Thank you!! <3
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello, if you see this and want to read more wlw/nblw content (specifically imagines/written scenes) the click follow and reblog! I'm needing more followers so I can get my writing out there. I'm currently trying to come up w a plot for a book I'd like to write, I may start putting ideas for it on this blog too so if you want to track my (definitely years long) progress into the future as an author from the beginning, also click follow, and reblog as many of my posts as you want. Thank you!! <3
#adora#spop s5#bow#glimbow#she ra spoilers#glimmer#inej ghafa#milo the goat#the dregs#soc#funny#memes#author#writer#current wip
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ten whole followers! Thanks for the hands, guys. I kinda need feet now. A spine would be cool as well, but as always kidneys are in short supply!
0 notes
Text
"Come on! We're gonna miss it!" She called from the front door. I chased the scent of her perfume down the steps towards her. I grabbed her hand raced out to her driveway. I threw my gaze to the stars and she did the same. The meteor shower hadn't started yet. I blew out a breath. She looked at me, hands still clasped between us. I heard her parents come out of the door and set some lawn chairs in the grass. They settled in, and we paid them no mind, as they did us.
She pulled out her phone and a bundle of headphone chords from the pocket in her hoodie. While she detangled them, I saw little speeding lights in the dark blue sky. I nudged her arm with my fingertips and she shot her eyes to the heavens.
She's been waiting for this for months now. I first head about it at my birthday party. She'd sprinted to my house because she doesn't have a car. She'd planted a kiss on my mouth in front of my family and, cheeks red from embarrassment or the wind, or maybe both, and told me when it would happen, and we've made plans around this day since then.
I glanced at her, her eyes alight with starlight. She was so beautiful. I tucked a hair behind her ear and touched her hands that had gone still, entangled into her headphone wires. She let me take them from her, without taking her eyes away. I finished untangling them for her, wrapped them around my fingers in a neat loop, and placed them in her palms. She smiled at me and plugged them into her phone, giving me an earbud and sitting us down on the warm concrete. She played a playlist I recognized as her stargazing playlist. I've listened to it hundreds of times on my own, but never to actually stargaze.
She placed her arm around me, and I leaned onto her shoulder, my head padded her her hood and hair. She leaned her head onto mine, and I would have shut my eyes if there wasn't the meteors flying overhead. She kissed my hair, and I nuzzled her neck. This moment was perfect. I could live in it forever.
Minutes passed in silence. Music streamed in out ears and hearts, stars in our eyes. Suddenly I felt her thumb on my cheek. Wetness smeared over my skin. I didn't realize I'd started crying. I laughed lightly and she smiled at me, squeezing me. I shivered, but not from cold. This felt so surreal. If I could keep this moment in a painting and stare at it forever, I would. I'd trail my fingers over the pen and watercolor, the gentle art style that would keep this world intact.
I breathed in the night air. For some reason, it always had a better smell that daytime air. The cherry blossom in her neighbor's yard wafted sweet thoughts our way. Owls hooted in the forest I her backyard and in my open ear.
I don't remember when, but we must have fallen asleep. I woke up to a strong wind blowing her hair into my nose. I wrinkled my face against the gust, and woke her. She was bleary eyed, the same way she always was when she woke up. It's so adorable. The way the moon shone off her eyes made me want to kiss her. She must have read my thoughts, because she leaned in and matched our lips. That's all I remember from the rest of the night. The feel of her mouth, the taste of her. Her hands trailing my arms, the breeze that had calmed a bit. The rustling leaves in the background. I could have stayed in that night for a million years.
Color: indigo
Click or copy and paste into Google for the playlist they listened to <3 thank you all for reading
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/53IUlQDlbnhfQmHLqYCIz3?si=2Dp9NC_sQrOosnfj7Svu7Q&utm_source=copy-link&dl_branch=1
#stars#stargazing#lesbain#gay#short imagine#imagine#lesbian imagines#she#spotify#playlist#stargazing playlist#dank#i cried writing this
48 notes
·
View notes