Jul 9, 2025
When I was a little boy dad was always telling me to get a pair of dykes and now he’s all confused as to why I’m a polyamorous lesbian like it wasn’t his idea.
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When I was a little boy dad was always telling me to get a pair of dykes and now he’s all confused as to why I’m a polyamorous lesbian like it wasn’t his idea.
Open rp!
(yes it’s happy this time. sigh.)
The sun hung low, casting a golden haze over the little garden tucked behind the chapel ruins. That was her garden. Or, at least a little copy of it. Vines trailed along crumbling stone, blossoms curling around the cracks like the earth was trying to heal something forgotten.
Artemis sat cross-legged on the grass, surrounded by bundles of wildflowers she’d probably just created whilst she was walking. Lavender, baby’s breath, soft pink clovers, and bright daisies were strewn around her in small, careful piles. Her hands moved gently, threading stems together in a delicate circle. A half-finished crown sat in her lap, the petals nodding slightly in the breeze.
A hum escaped her. Quiet, wordless, sweet, as she added a ribbon of thyme to the braid. Her expression was soft, peaceful. For once, the weight behind her eyes seemed lifted.
She didn’t notice anyone approaching at first. She was too focused, fingers weaving love into every twist of the crown.
But then her head tilted slightly, and she smiled without looking up, knowing that you were there.
She bite on my me til I eated
wow
confidently posting 'Real women shouldn't have to play against cis women in sports because cis women have wildly different testosterone levels compared to real women who manage theirs with medications.' in a facebook lesbian group then turning my notifications on vibrate and shoving my phone down my pants
my dad used to make me lick the terminals on 9v batteries to "check if it still worked" but eventually i started enjoying the sensation and would occasionally sneak a lick on random 9v's when i stumbled across them.
unrelated but if any robotgirls need it's electrodes licked hmu
I love the way RCBG is written, first Desdemona POV has me going "oh poor sweet stupid baby i will hold you and take care of you" and by the end of her 2nd POV I'm considering beating her with a rake.
Drowned out by the cries of the Kathrine Fans, the pained groans of Nichole Sympathizers, and roaring chants of "Tahani Time!", the last true Mona Stan breathes out a sigh of relief and closes the tab to Ch 32
