this is my lesbian sister

Waverly Knows How To Make an Entrance at the Strip Joint:
  • *A while after Waverly calls Nicole and finds out that Nicole and Wynonna are at a strip joint*
  • Nicole: "I don't know, hopefully she won't find us. I mean, she hasn't barged through the front door yet..."
  • Wynonna: "Yeah if she was actively looking she would have found us by now since there aren't many clubs; I guess she trusts us for now."
  • *Music suddenly changes to Write My Story by Olly Anna, or the song Waverly did her cheerleading routine to*
  • Nicole: *Freezes up in terror*
  • Wynonna: "What- Is something wrong?"
  • Waverly: *Suddenly appears onstage in her full cheerleading glory, does some of her routine, spots Wynonna and Nicole and runs right towards them*
  • Wynonna: "Nicole Haught you usELESS DRUNK LESBIAN STOP GAPING AT MY SISTER AND RUN WE'RE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE." *Has to drag Nicole out because Nicole is in a Gay Trance™*

anonymous asked:

Tips for coming out to unsupportive parents? My mom's not exactly unsupportive but she makes these little side comments that 💔. It makes me nervy bc I came out to my older lesbian sister and she's biphobic :'(

My answer to these is always the same darling—

Don’t come out if you feel unsafe, or think coming out will create an unsafe/harmful environment

If it won’t change your day to day life (for example if you aren’t dating anyone) then wait a little longer if you think it will be awful.

Not being out doesn’t make your sexuality any less valid than those of us who are out and proud and raining glitter on the Hererosexual masses.

You are just as valid whether you are out or not

#sanversweek day 3: “you’re drunk”

“Hey, Khara!”

Kara looks down at her phone for a second, suspicious. The phone says it’s Maggie calling, but Kara’s never heard Maggie’s voice sound like this before.

“Maggie?”

“Kkhhara! Hey! The sister of my – my Alex’s sister! The sister of my Alex!”

Kara lets out a deep breath. “Hoo boy.” Maggie’s drunk. Maggie’s shitfaced. Maggie’s shitfaced and Alex is out of town and Maggie called Kara.

And Maggie and Alex have been together for a while now, and things have been a lot better between Maggie and Kara since Alex was kidnapped, but they don’t exactly hang out without Alex. They can chill in the living room together while Alex runs around the corner to pick up dinner or whatever, but that’s pretty much it.

But Maggie’s shitfaced and Alex is out of town and out of all the people in city Maggie could have called, she called Kara.

So Kara gets Winn to track Maggie’s phone, because Maggie keeps accidentally hanging up on her out of excitement to be on the phone with “the sister of my Alex,” and so she finds herself standing outside a sports bar in a part of town she rarely goes to.

And she elbows her way inside and has to use her x-ray vision to find Maggie because she’s smashed up against the bar, surrounded by tall men yelling at TV screens.

“Kkhara!!” Maggie’s face practically splits into pieces from the force of her grin, dimples threatening to tunnel down into her gums, and Kara understands the power this woman has over her sister. That smile, honestly. “How’d you know I was here!?” Maggie is just thrilled with this turn of events, and she’s completely off her face but so happy that Kara can’t help but grin.

“I came to take you home, slugger. You’re a little drunk.” Kara reaches out a hand, but Maggie instead propels her entire body into motion, throwing an arm around Kara’s shoulders and pulling her into the bar. The force of it would have knocked most humans down, and Kara spares a moment to be grateful that her sister is so physically strong.

“No! Khhhara! You gotta stay, we gotta watch, I’m magic, I’m helping!” Maggie gestures with her other hand to the TVs which seem to be showing a hockey game.

“You’re watching the hockey game?” Kara’s confused – Maggie’s never mentioned hockey before.

“Yeah! But you gotta take a shot every time they fight, okay, super Kara?”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose. “Hoo boy,” she says again. That’s a lot of shots.

“How about you take shots of water for the next few?” She offers.

Maggie blinks at her a few times, face serious, before she cracks another huge grin. “THE SISTER OF MY ALEX IS A BABY GENIUS,” she crows, waving her arms dramatically to make sure the whole bar knows.

She gets literally everyone in the entire bar to take a shot of water for the next fight, which Kara’s sure the bartenders are thrilled about, and she clinks with all the people around her, and makes them all cheers “to hydration.”

She’s fucking hilarious. Kara’s filled her phone with photos and videos, and she sneaks Maggie’s (inputting her sister’s birthday as Maggie’s lock code, because this woman is so fucking smitten it’s ridiculous) to take more footage.

By the end of the game, Maggie has transferred herself entirely onto Kara’s back, holding on like a koala. And she’s so happy, and she won’t stop yelling into Kara’s ear about how much she loves Alex, and how much Alex would love shots of water because Alex is a doctor and doctors love hydrating, and how much of her body is water, and how much she loves Alex, and how being smart must be genetic in the Danvers family, and how she knows they aren’t genetic-ed together because of the big ole secret she can’t say (Kara shoves another shot of water in her mouth there), and how much she loves Alex.

And Maggie makes Kara walk her all around the bar like a victory lap and she shakes hands with every single person in there, and calls them all “my dude” and she tells them all “I know you love me but I’m a lesbian for my Alex and this horse is her sister” and Kara is so glad to see that not one of them seems to even blink at that information.

Kara doesn’t get her out of the bar until about twenty minutes after the victory lap ends because Maggie remembered she had pictures of Alex on her phone and wanted to show them to everyone because “my Alex is the most beautiful doctor of aliens in the multiverse, my dudes.”

But finally they’re outside on the sidewalk, Maggie still piggybacked on Kara.

Kara considers her options, and figures it can’t hurt.

She trots to a nearby alley and transfers Maggie from her back to her front, tucking her firmly underneath one arm.

“What are you doing, my horse of Alex? Where are you – OH MY GO—WHOOOOOOAAAAAA!” They lift off, Kara going slowly at first in case Maggie is going to freak out or get squirmy.

But Maggie’s eyes just get super wide and she whoops and she is clearly so fucking delighted. Kara flies her home the long way, detouring over the ocean and doing a couple loops because she’s never seen Maggie so happy, so light, so childish, so thrilled.

When Kara touches them down inside Maggie’s living room, Maggie looks up at her, eyes glassy with happiness. “Can we do that again with my Alex?”


Maggie wakes up to one of the worst headaches she’s ever had.

She groans, and it takes her nearly ten minutes to screw up the courage to open her eyes.

She rolls over – so slowly – and grabs her phone off her nightstand. She can’t believe she remembered to plug it in. She must have been off her fucking face last night – she can barely remember a thing.

Her face screws up in confusion – she has like a million texts in the group message with Kara, Winn, James, and Alex. She scrolls through them, realizing that they’re photos and videos from Kara documenting her whole night.

This is monumentally embarrassing.

Alex clearly woke up earlier, and has already flooded Maggie with loving texts, admiring her shots technique and confirming her medical approval of “water shots.” Alex says that she loves her and that she’ll be home tonight and she’s ordered a pizza to be delivered at 12:30pm to get Maggie through her hangover.

She’s the perfect woman.

Maggie has one more text, this one from Kara.

i had the BEST time last night, my dude. can’t wait for the next hockey game. xox -the sister/horse of your alex.

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Flora’s gorgeous and wonderful but so are her sisters

My sister sent me a short response to a prompt she was given to write about privilege and it’s beautiful and important so I wanted to share it with you all: 

“It wasn’t until my older sister admitted to me that she had always felt a smudge of jealousy of my role in our family that I realized I was privileged…privileged compared to my very own sister. And by “role in my family” I mean that my sister perceived me to be the perfect traditional daughter who would someday be married to a man and have biological children and make my parents happy grandparents. 

You see, my older sister is gay, or “lesbian”, to use proper terminology. And while my parent’s completely accept her for who she is and love her and I just the same, I understand that this ‘traditional’ path will always be much easier than hers. That isn’t her fault and it isn’t mine – it’s just the privilege I was born into. In today’s society being gay or lesbian is becoming less of a controversial issue, but people who identify with these sexual orientations still face everyday challenges in regards to embracing the person they love – something I never had to face in my life.

Because I am straight, I have the privilege of walking down the street, holding my lover’s hand without receiving long stares or multiple double-takes. I have the privilege of comfortably telling people about my boyfriend when they ask me if I am dating anyone, instead of having to “come out” over and over again. I have the privilege of being friends with multiple girls, and those girls never assuming me being nice or being a good friend is me trying to come onto them. I have the privilege of posting a picture of myself kissing my significant other without being over-sexualized by men. I have the privilege of never having to fight to have the right to marry the person I love. I have so many privileges associated with being straight, that it’s easy to overlook how much courage it takes to embrace identifying as anything different. But, because I have recognized my privilege, it has only made me admire my sister even more for her strength. For her ability to overcome those everyday challenges and full-heatedly be proud of the person - of the lesbian - that she is. She has truly inspired me to embrace and love everything that I am - and everything that I am not.” 

can i just give a shoutout to all my lgbtq+ folks who never got to come out of the closet bc someone else decided to do it for them?

some of you probably had a plan to come out to your family but you never got the chance bc that person swooped in before you could say anything. im sorry.

some of you didn’t have a plan to come out bc your parents/family are unsupportive. i am truly truly sorry. i wish things could be different for you.

i love you guys and im sorry that you never got that experience of coming out bc someone else had to open their mouth about it.

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hi my name is gay and i’m becca