non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
I have been misled I thought that everyone in yellowjackets was gay what do you mean lottienat and jackieshauna aren’t canon
for every boyfriend named jeff, there’s a homoerotic best friend brooding in the background
Nat, talking about Lottie: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HER AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? SHE DID. SHE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.
ok we all know that vance is a “soft smile” guy and bruce a “big grin” person, right ? right. now hear me out, what if the roles were reversed ? just imagine, they're spending time together and vance talks and talks and makes big gestures to explain whatever to bruce with a big smile on his face and bruce just smiles, softly, as they listen and thinks to themselves yeah, he's the one.
casually scrolling through tumblr does not help the yearning for a gf.
all i want is to live with my gf and have a cozy and domestic life. is that too much to ask for?
*crosses arms with a death glare*
“Ahem, I don’t appreciate that there aren’t any Trans Vance Hopper fics on ao3”
— DERRY GIRLS 2.03 — FLEABAG 2.03
some people will never understand the vulnerability but also femininity that comes with a wlw relationship.
i’m reading my book as you write.
you’re doing your makeup as i curl my hair.
i’m cooking the food as you set the table.
youre talking while i’m listening.
i paint your nails while you paint my face.
your singing while i’m watching.
the fire that ignites when our eyes meet.
or the static when we hold hands. almost likes it’s dangerous to be this close.
dressing each other in our clothes.
waking up beside eachother.
gossiping and understanding each others feelings deeply.
they never understand until they have it, and sometimes… they just won’t get it.