One day we’re going to have a wlw ship that we will pour our fucking hearts into, one we’ll binge repeatedly, write fanfics about, relate to and obsess over.
One ship where the actresses are just as on-board with the ship as we are, where they are co-captains of the damn thing. They’ll be so into it that we’ll all joke and speculate and god, hope, that they’re actually going to date in real life.
And they’ll joke about it too…but then they actually fucking will start dating and it will be so so glorious. We’ll rally, we’ll cheer, we will go absolutely batshit and it will be a beautiful day for us and our community and representation.
2016 has been a hard year for us wlw shippers but you can only go up from rock bottom and I look forward to this day, hoping that it will be reality.
I was kinda freaking out about people perceiving me as weird or awkward
but then I realized like out of all of the “bad” things they could think about me I’m okay with those labels
because I am weird and awkward and I’m also kind and loyal and positive and funny
I’m all of those things and I am good with that
“i want in, like a substitute - i’ve been working awful hard for you. but you don’t say, you just hold your breath so i can’t touch what i haven’t yet. she’s a poor one and it hurts me so, and it’s a dark path and a heck of a cold, and she can feel me like she did before…”
the soft melody tapered off as the motion of his fingers against the strings beneath them slowed steadily. montana strummed another set of chords before he tilted his chin upward, looking across at the other seated across from him for some sort of reaction. they were seated in the shed stationed behind his house. it was often a place for creative birth, and where he and his band mates practiced, or even hosted tiny shows. “and then… something like…”
“i push in and i pull it away, it’s a hard part but the true love way. girl you’re wanted like a wanted man, with your smart mouth and your killer hands. we could both share all that i have made - for a young man it’s a heck of a wage. and I feel crazy when i see your face…”
“so… what are your thoughts? it’s not done yet but…” he hesitated, removing the strap from around his neck as he set the acoustic guitar on the seat beside himself.
Is there anything else Geovane wants from his followers?
ANY FOLLOWER OF MINE SHOULD COVER THEIR FEATURES. NOT A SINGLE ONE MATTERS TO ME.
TOO MANY SUPERFICIAL THINGS MATTER TO MORTALS, IF YOUR APPEARANCE IS SO PRECIOUS, THEN I DONT WANT YOU AMONG THOSE I TOLERATE.
I CHANGE SHAPE AT WILL AND I FIND NOTHING REVOLTING ABOUT ANY OF THE FORMS IVE FOUND. MY DISGUST COMES FROM THE SHALLOW BEHAVIOR OF THE MORTAL REALMS. THE FIGHTS CAUSED BY DIFFERENCES ARE AMUSING DUE TO THE STUPIDITY.