a letter to elise 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
lil byler edit to pair with my fic it doesn't matter what you say (i just cant stay here every yesterday)!!!
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ellievsbear
occasionally subtle
DEAR READER
styofa doing anything
$LAYYYTER

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NASA
hello vonnie

@theartofmadeline

shark vs the universe
Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du

JVL
cherry valley forever
KIROKAZE

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Jules of Nature
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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a letter to elise 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪
lil byler edit to pair with my fic it doesn't matter what you say (i just cant stay here every yesterday)!!!
Shout out to how woke GOAT is. The protagonist is a black-coded male character whose idol is a female basketball player who's also black-coded. One of his best friends is a woman who is attracted to Jett. The basketball team is coed. One of the players is a black-codes dad who is very sweet to his (batshit insane) daughters, and he is never ONCE deemed as "less of a man" for being soft with them and his team. He calls Will his "beautiful daughter." Jett is a buff female character who is tough and has a lot of stereotypically masculine traits, but those traits are never played for laughs, and she still wears dresses and all that and she looks GORGEOUS in them. Never ONCE is the gender of the players brought up. Jett isn't "weak" for being a girl. Olivia is very feminine but her weakness comes from her lack of confidence and NOT because she's feminine. No one pressures Will to have a male hero. Those two news reporters have a love confession at the end of the movie.
It's great. This movie is great. I love it so much.
this is the most mike wheeler he's ever looked cause you can tell he's in such an awkward stage of his life and that is true freshman year representation
me after reading ttmd;ttms chapter 14
sometimes i feel like sufjan stevens on soundcheck crying to futile devices
The sexual tension between me and rewatching a movie that I’ve seen 80,000 times already
we are not alone!!!!
i am at the center of this venn diagram
i need the breakfast club but it’s the fruity five (or whatever they’re called)
please see the vision i love them and this movie sm
watching the breakfast club is like. dam. how many bisexuals can you fit in one room.
day five of @rubyrider6000 byler pride week!! - lesbyler!!
now, this is like the only thing i actually have written for lesbyler except for fic outline based on naked in manhattan by chappell roan (which is below the cut iyw) finding a genderbent name for dustin was actually so hard so i just went with dusty ok just it sounds gender neutral enough pls don't shoot (also max is still max because max is already gender neutral so uhhh yeahh!!!)
The sun is blazing as it burns Michelle’s pale skin, not a cloud in sight. There are seagulls flying overhead, searching for the nearest target of food. They find one— some chips laying in the sand— and dive, wings tucked in as they land and begin pecking into the fine ground. The dull sounds of waves crashing drone in front of them, with surfers jumping on their boards and little kids grasping onto their mothers so as not to get taken by the current.
It’s a perfect day.
Objectively, of course. Michelle is not at all biased by the sight of the brown-haired girl in front of her, shaking her head as water splatters all over Lucielle's face.
She is not at all paying attention to how her cheeks are flushed, her skin glistening with saltwater.
Because that would be silly.
Well, okay. Maybe not. Willow is her girlfriend, after all. Maybe she’s allowed to be biased.
It doesn’t help that Willow is, like, an angel on earth. Michelle doesn’t know how she got so lucky, to have a girlfriend as amazing as Willow Byers, but she’ll spend her whole life repaying whoever was responsible for such a miracle.
Her eyes, shining in that amber-like glaze. Her honey-brown hair, perfectly cut at her shoulders. And, most importantly, her lips. Strawberry tinted, with the sea dripping off of them as they smile, and god— if that smile isn’t the most gorgeous thing Michelle has ever seen.
It’s radiant, outdoing the sun that burns her back. She lets out a stunted breath as she leans her head onto her elbow, taking in the scene in front of her; Lucielle and Max have been working very diligently with Dusty and Eli to build their “Mega–Cool” sand castle, much to the expense of Willow, who simply wanted to swim in the cooling ocean, instead being recruited to gather buckets upon buckets of sand and water.
So, in retaliation, Willow unleashed a torrent of beach spray from her dripping hair onto them, resulting in a cacophony of groans as she laughed.
God, her laugh. It was like pure gold in sound form, and it’s probably what Michelle would hear as she ascended to the pearly gates.
A seagull lands right in front of Michelle, snapping her out of her girlfriend–induced haze.
It snaps its beak at her, asking for food. Due to Michelle’s wonderful day, she’s found herself in a giving mood, so she reluctantly throws the bird a few chips from a bag nearby.
“You shouldn’t feed them, you know,” a soft spoken voice calls out, walking into her frame as they block the sun, “Then they’ll keep coming back for food.”
Willow shields her face from the heat as she looks down at Michelle, who can’t help but stare in awe.
What? She loves her girlfriend.
Willow’s swimsuit, a pink tankini with a flowy bottom, and some pink shorts, make Michelle’s face flood with heat, and it has nothing to do with the sun.
“‘Chelle, hey, you with me?”
She nudes her foot against Michelle’s elbow, a small grin growing on her lips.
“What, too sundrunk, huh?”
“No,” Michelle whispers, leaning forward to lay a light kiss on Willow's ankle— promptly ignoring the sand that catches on her lip— “Too you drunk. You look really pretty today, y’know?”
Willow’s already tanned skin turns pink as she turns, her teeth peaking out from her lips.
“Whatever, Chelley. C’mon,” she leans down, taking Michelle’s hand in hers, “Get up— I want to swim, and Dusty keeps making me get buckets of sand.”
Michelle laughs, using Willow as momentum to get herself back onto her feet. Now that she’s up, she towers a few inches over her girlfriend, and smiles slyly at the fact.
“That’s because she knows she can’t lift them herself, and that my girlfriend is the strongest out of the group.”
She kisses Willow’s cheek, tugging her towards the rest of the group.
“Finally,” Lucielle remarks as they draw closer, wiping her brow, “I was starting to wonder whether you would ever get off your boney butt.”
“Ha-Ha. Where’s Max?”
Michelle inquires, having not seen the redhaired boy around their precious castle lately. He and Lucielle had initially planned the beach date for just themselves, but caved once Dusty and Eli found out about it, and invited themselves along. Of course, this naturally ended with Michelle and Willow being invited, until it just turned into a party trip altogether.
“He went to go get us some food, since someone has been giving the birds all our chips.”
Willow chirped, offering a smirk as she let go of Michelle’s hand, much to her dismay. Michelle groaned, giving her a very serious pout. It was just the one bird, anyway.
“Yeah, plus, we wanted— like, actually food?” Dusty says, looking up from the sandcastle for the first time in ages, as seen by the stark contrast in her skin tone from her back to her face. “Chips are great, but I would much rather have a sandwich.”
She smiles a toothy smile, before turning to Eli and conversing about materials. After a short moment of Michelle standing there, absolutely not admiring the way the ocean sparkle reflected off of Willow’s supple skin, they turn to the pair of them
“We need 2 buckets of sand, and seashells,” Eli says, and then his face turns very stern, “Pretty ones. Not ugly.”
Michelle scoffs, shaking her head as she smiles. She turns to face Willow, who already has a resigned smile on her face.
“Fine, 2 more buckets, then we’re swimming.” She turns back to the rest of the group, though all except Eli seem to have gone back to the castle.
“Deal?”
Eli nods, and that’s enough for Michelle. She grabs Willow’s hand, placing a kiss on her knuckles before going to grab one of the buckets.
“C’mon, I know where the best sand is.”
Willow snorts, muttering a low ‘sure you do’, before picking up the second empty bucket.
While Michelle would much rather have spent the day laying down and admiring her gorgeous girlfriend basking in the sun, she’s completely fine filling up buckets of sand— if it means that she gets to do it with Willow Byers, light of her life.
ok now here was my naked in manhattan outline, will probably not write a fic for this but if someone else does that's a-ok w me :p
i feel like such a fake lesbian i haven't made anything except for like fic outlines and like a paragraph of a WIP for lesbyler <///////3
The pose I pull after my social battery dies and I want to go home:
and as someone who doesn't like reading incomplete fics i could never imagine being rude or threatening to an author when they don't update yall just suck
i love when I can tell me and my moots are online at the same time like aw 🥹🥹 we're both up posting about gay shit 🥹🥹🥹 #community
posting anything i want on here waiting for the day years into the future that i go through my tumblr #nostalgiaplanning #nostalgiamaxxing
the horse’s NOT dead i repeat the horse’s NOT dead
god i wish they knew what they were doing for like a second of their lives