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“pretty fish.”
- some dykes hopefully.
🩷🤍🖤
Clawdeen in and out the box 🥹🤍 im so lucky and greatful to have one in and out the box
i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith
⌕ DC COMICS • wally west.
♡ like or reblog if you save/use.
⌕ monster high • lagoona blue.
like or reblog if you save/use. ✨
Thinking about Having to do that fake baby project ( RealCare Baby) with fratboy abby ?
Of course your original lab partner got sick—out for two weeks, right when the baby project kicked off. You scoffed the moment you heard the name of your new ‘co-parent’. Her reputation alone left a bad taste in your mouth. There’s no way in hell she’d take this seriously. But you both need the A, so here you are…
You told her “don’t text or call unless it’s about the baby, Anderson.”
Yet, She Calls at any hour—totally clueless, she’ll FaceTime at 3am, while you are studying like “It’s crying again. Did I break it?”
Parties with the baby. posts it strapped to her chest like a beer koozie, captioned: “me and lil bro shutting this party down.”
Bought a “Hot Dad Summer” shirt. Nicknames you her “baby momma” in front of her friends. Thinks it’s hilarious. You don’t.
Calls the baby “Sport” unironically. Tries to teach it how to fist bump. (It’s a fake baby??)
Update: plan b series
good night butches good night femmes good night mascs good night studs good night stems good night everyone I love yaaAAALLL
this but butchfemme
if i had a penny for every time i was dubbed 'greedy lesbian' id have a dime
everyday I wish for a dyke to do it right there out on the deck, put her canine teeth in the side of my neck
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god forbid a girl wants to waste away and do nothing but sleep and cry
“you should do more” NO
I’ll stay in my bed until i become the bed 😒
sometimes a bitch wanna be boring
life's good when i remember there's butches who smoke
Y’all we have to stop making eachother feel bad for having sexual attraction. Lesbians are allowed to be horny we don’t have to be sexless pastel princesses holding hands in a field or smth. Be horny, it’s frankly revolutionary to be a sweaty horny dyke.
@lizgills :
"THANK YOU FOR COMING TO THE SHOP, MY DINGUS!! 😭❤️🪴"
fav parts of my gay ass room🎀🎀🎀
you ever just crave backshots from abby fucking anderson
౨ৎ pretty and pure ! ♡
Sevika when she’s having a bad day.
⋮ ⌗ ┆BUT IT'S WARMER IN YOUR ARMS ּ ֶָ֢.
Happy ones tonight 'Cause it's warm ('cause it's warm) In your arms
The door shuts softly behind her.
No slamming. No grumbling. Just the soft click of tiredness. You hear the sound of her boots being kicked off, the low groan as she shrugs off her coat, and then her footsteps—heavy, slow—moving toward you like gravity is tugging at her bones.
You’re curled up on the couch with an old book of recipes that once belonged to your mom in one hand and a mug of tea in the other. It’s warm, gentle, quiet.
Until she drops onto you like a boulder. All strength and sighs and the kind of exhaustion only Sevika knows how to carry.
You set the book aside without a word. Your tea too. Her head finds its way to your chest, resting right in the middle like it belongs there—because it does. You feel her breathing, steadying against you.
Your fingers slip into her hair, slow and gentle, nails scraping softly against her scalp. She melts under your touch, that hardened tension she carries everywhere uncoiling piece by piece.
Nothing needs to be said. You know she’ll tell you later, maybe. Or maybe not. Some days, she just needs this—your skin, your heartbeat, your hands in her hair.
Eventually, with a kiss to her forehead and a promise of warmth, you nudge her toward the bathroom. The bath is already ready—steam curling in the air, water just how she likes it. She presses a kiss to your cheek before disappearing inside, stripped down to just skin and weariness.
While she bathes, you warm up the food you saved her. It’s simple, hearty. You plate it carefully, setting it on the table just in time for her to emerge—clean, warm, her hair still damp and around her face.
She eats fast. Not like she’s starving, but like she’s eager. Like every bite gets her one second closer to being back in your arms. You watch her with a small smile, heart quietly blooming. And once the plate is cleared, she returns to you.
Curling up on the couch with you again, her arm thrown over your waist, her face tucked in close. She exhales. This time it’s not weary. It’s peaceful.
You press your lips to her temple, and she hums low in her throat. Content.
No words needed. Just the warmth of home, Just the quiet love you hold her with.
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