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meeee
sooo those slumber party make outs….
sooo those slumber party make outs….
BIGGEST JACKIE GLASS WEARER TAYLOR TRUTHER (anyway sketchbook doodles/sketches)
Average mistynat interaction
lottie matthews season 3 episode 7 "croak":
like or rb this post if you enjoy mean femmes. i’m trying to see something
butch who talks and talks and talks and talks and femme who talks and talks and talks and
bow chicka wow wow
whenever I see this jenna and alexa photo...
I had to visually show y'all what's playing in my head every time I see it—
This is how the scene went, right?
lotties room having framed photos of the yellowjackets on the nightstand cause they were her only real family my shayla you deserved so much more
I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it
we’re co-parenting each other’s cats. If that’s not lesbian enough, I don’t know what is
oh this is also an old one
old one incoming.
Im so obsessed with Shauna Shipman and her obsession with consuming Jackie. Her boyfriend, her life, her body. Shauna doesn't even believe in the Wilderness. The girls don't even need to resort to cannibalism anymore, she's just making them do it so she can relive eating Jackie. It's why later she makes their victims wear Jackie's necklace when they kill them. She literally never moved past losing Jackie. "Do you think Mel has to wear Jackie's clothes when they make out?"
we don’t need billionaires, we need a self-sustaining lesbian commune with a community garden and a cat rescue
its lesbian visibility week please god give me a girlfriend PLEASE PLEAAAAASE
would u join her cult
there is a spider behind my pc.
i love them.
they protect my closet (where said pc is).
they deserve a name.
i am begging for suggestions. anything please this goober needs to be paid for their services
@arachnidsgoth (npt I just figured you'd enjoy this)
Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜
Tracing lines on my back until I fall asleep is the number one way to my heart because that shit feels sooo good
i could be a knight coming back injuried from a battlefield and you could be my princess, running in my arms as soon as you see me and kissing my lips, too busy scolding me for not being careful enough to admit how relieved you are i made it back to you.
you could be dragging me into your chambers and addressing my wound yourself, taking my armors and then my clothes off of me with a sparkle in your eyes. and i would not make it out of your chambers until next morning, as always.