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im done rping on this site. here and any other blog. im tired of the same bullshit over and over again. i haven’t been consistent anyways so this doesn’t even matter other than being a fucking resignation letter. catch y’all on the flip side

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this just in: in another universe, bucky is a lady and she is gay as FUCK for valkyrie

#OH?

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#( lesley tag. )#😤

anyone else feeling gay in this chili’s?

#fUCKCKCKCKCK ME I wish we learned more about her

lyra misses Annie like the DICKENS

#( annie tag. )#flaxsturbation

grabs her wife and dips her only for both of them to fall over

it’s a romantic gesture, one that completely surprises her, until it’s not and they’re both hitting carpet. it’s only then, after she’s able to push through the curtain of silky locks, that she’s able to get a good look at the most beautiful woman in the entire galaxy and decide that no, actually, it’s still pretty romantic.

“dipping’s for chips, sher” lyra gets through a bout of soft laughter, pulling in her wife for a sweet, long kiss. “and besides.” a combination of abdominal strength and years of rolling down hills allows her to easily flip their positions, with her face hovering sheri’s. she’s cheeky. “i lead, remember?”

#magicxecustos #this: is cute #me: is nasty #( answered. )

me: disappears for months

me: comes back to make lyra squeeze some buns

caustis:

‘ you like them, ’ he echoes, incredulous.

he can’t imagine he looks anything short of ridiculous in this getup, so he decides — as any self-assured person would, of course — to test it. thumbs at the waistband, curls his toes against the floor. and assuming it’ll be the least attractive stop in the tour, lesley gives her a view of his backside, which is hugged quite nicely by tight, thin fabric.

‘ you like this, ’ he half-questions through his turn back around. ‘ and you’re sure your vision’s good. ’

she's not sure if its the sweats themselves or lesley's leftover flush, but this entire scene is one for the books. “it’s perfect.″ middle finger pushes her frames up the bridge of her nose just to emphasize that fact, though her response isn’t one answer. the slight tilt of her head indicates her focusing on quite the view, one that lures her over to lesley. “geez, les, you can’t have this around here.” she hugs him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. a hushed “not with the kids around at least.” and that’s when she goes for the squeeze.

#caustis #caustis: change #bye!#( r. )

caustis:

‘ i’ll have to run home for a change of clothes. ’

he’s barely out of the bedroom before he’s speaking, apologetic and yes! sheepish! about what he’s wearing. the rundown: a white v-neck tee tucked into gray sweatpants (the elastic rolled under with the curve of his waist), pedicured bare feet, and a head of hair that’s gone too long without taming.

‘ the kids spilled something on my pajamas. ’ he’s pink. ‘ this was all i had. ’

@namefallen!

“--why?” is all she can muster because why would anyone want to change what is quite possibly the greatest sight she’s ever witnessed: lesley richard causer, suit extraordinaire, in nothing but sweats and a tee. she’s glowing; absolutely giddy. the towel she’d been using to wipe down the counter is slung over her shoulder as her arms go to cross, hip jutted to the side as a grin rests in place. “i like them.” perhaps a little too much.

#caustis #caustis: change #( fr. )#GOTTA BLAST

lesley: flushed, wearing sweatpants, disheveled

lyra: hearing a chorus of angels, living her best life

#caustis #GOD TIER STARTER