AVA + staring at BEATRICE’S lips (s1 heart eyes version)
WARRIOR NUN (2020-) SEASON TWO | dir. Simon Barry + bonus
“there’s a holy war coming” lilith was right and it’s between the gays and netflix
and guess who fucking won
Am I dreaming?! Is this real life?!!!! Did..did we finally get a win!
he’s not ugly he’s handsome
distinguished
rugged
orangecatbuttz
This motherfucker survives a lightning strike and you have the gull to call them ugly?? If mother nature cant kill them what chance do you have when this mofo comes after you?!
Reblog Lightning Bison for protection from lightning.
When you reblog Lightning Bison, Lightning Bison gets 200 metres closer to the journalist who called him ugly
He’s sacred now, btw.
i do im celebrating my dogs birthday
shes turning 2
I’m also celebrating your dogs birthday
celebrating tumblr user heartseeker’s dog’s birthday on the fourth everyone
this is your reminder to celebrate tumblr user heartseeker’s dog’s third birthday on july 4th
a while back i reached out to my favorite human @plastic-pipes for a commission for my first avatrice fic let me photograph you in this light (in case this is the last time) and she delivered in insanely beautiful fashion as she always does.
i’m blown away just looking at it - all the details, the softness, the lighting. it’s incredible.
“I’m basically a big butch lesbian. I hosted lesbian parties for ten years. And let me tell you, they adore me. A lot of my closest friends are big butch lesbians. Certainly my best bodybuilding partners: amazing, aggressive, powerful women. Very dominant over the males in the gym. Not dominant over me, of course. Unless they’re busting my balls, because strong women are ball busters. They’re just like the dudes. They are the dudes. They just happen to be dudes that are dudettes. They understand both sides of the fence; which is why we get along so well. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still friends with a lot of ‘dude’ dudes. But a lot of guys are just too rough around the edges when it comes to women. I don’t want any part of it. I find it grotesque. One term I’ve been hearing these last couple years is ‘body count.’ I’ve heard men say: ‘What’s her body count?’ They’re referring to the amount of people a woman has been with. What a pathetic, disgusting, wormy question. How dare you? This is an independent soul. This is a human that needs to be treated with honor and respect. This isn’t some piece of property you can put in a box. Imagine thinking someone is not worthy of you because they were a little experimental when they were younger, or even when they were older. That’s their choice. Leave them alone. A woman can be with whoever she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants. If you ask me, it all comes down to insecurity. A lot of men think: ‘If she’s had a lot of lovers, there will definitely have been somebody better than me.’ They feel threatened, and they try to make that the woman’s problem. What a sad way of viewing things. No matter how many lovers a person has had, they’ll have never been with another you. Every person comes to the table with what they bring to the table. All of us are exactly what we are, different. And that what makes us all so special.”
a little more of the 90s au @simplykorra and i have been working on
the rest of the au is here
aaand the link to the the bit i can't put here
the fic to go along with it
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It’s taking every bit of strength Ava has to keep her hips still. Beatrice’s hand’s are calloused and strong against the flesh of her ass. She’s had them there for the last few minutes and they keep…squeezing her and Ava is losing her mind.
Something about Beatrice wearing this strap-on has supercharged Ava’s body because she feels like she’s overheating. Beatrice is everywhere, somehow overwhelming and not enough.
Ava needs more, craves it, she feels like she’s crumbling.
Their kisses are getting sloppier, more intense and they keep breaking apart because one or both of them need to breathe.
Ava’s shirt is unbuttoned, hanging off her shoulders. Outside of the hat on top of her head, it’s the only thing she has left on.
Beatrice took Ava’s shorts off before they even made it to the bed.
Now she’s straddled on top of her, feeling the strap pressing into her and she needs it.
“Wait, wait,” Ava gasps, sitting up and holding Beatrice down by the shoulders when tries to chase her lips. “Stay there, okay?”
Beatrice, with her chest heaving up and down, nods and again runs her hands up the back of Ava’s shirt and drags her nails down her skin.
Ava pulls the shirt off her shoulders and throws it onto the floor before grabbing her hat and turning it backwards on her head.
OMG IT'S HAPPENING!!!!!
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!!!!!
Warrior Nun Substack Email TODAY!!!
What do you think it means?! Omg I am panicking! Good panic, sensible panic, but panic all the same!!!
I can be calm. I can be patient.
🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
letter from a mother of a gay man. sent to ONE magazine, 1958.
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This post was flagged as adult content and the original poster was deactivated so I'm bringing it back.
“Mrs R” was the pseudonym of Phyllis Shafer, a Kansas City local who helped found the Phoenix Society for Individual Freedom in 1966, a full three years before Stonewall. Throughout the 1960s and 1970s, she and her son Drew operated the Phoenix House, a safe haven for queer people in the city, and a hub of national queer activism. Drew passed away due to AIDS related complications in the 1980s, and his lover, Mickey Ray, spent the rest of his life fighting to keep his memory alive, largely contributing to the creation of the Gay and Lesbian Archive of Mid-America.
“We tend to view American history as this constant march toward progress, which is total crap,” he says. “You gotta fight for that stuff. And if you don't fight for that, you can fall backward. Like it's not just this linear history."
Good quote from the article which may be relevant right now.
Bring this bad boy back with some delicious context for pride
the way sesame street, a pbs puppet show for literal babies, is pressing on with pride content despite vitriolic monsters descending on every post to insinuate they're pedophiles or demons while some of the biggest companies on the planet who could swim in olympic swimming pools of money like scrooge mcduck on steroids buckle and cave just emphasizes how completely and utterly pathetic these corporations are. they'd butcher a baby if it meant saving a penny.
where Starbucks and Target and Budweiser will be bullied into submission with the slightest push, puppets and people in your neighborhood stand tall
