#lesbians!

[dakilangdiwata]

My coven is Claudia.

Referencing Gustav Klimt’s The Kiss

Print here!

[southofsound]

Something something cuteness aggression something something

Is it obvious yet that I yearn to be held in large hands and kissed with adoration or like. Do I need to. Do more?

[slovokvntsus]

Obviously, being a fan of Among Us, I couldn't be left out. Just apologize for how awful and improvised it is.

[alsny]

[wonwounds]

Moments 𖦹 Alexia Putellas !

summary. on your second christmas together, alexia can’t help but feel an overwhelming amount of love for you.

word count. 510+

disclaimers. fluff , wlw !!

bea speaks. merry xmas to those who celebrate!! if not, well just happy day! it’s actually xmas eve for me rn but i needed to post..

The snow was light in Barcelona, which you were grateful that there was even any—but the air had a wintery bite. Inside the warmth of your shared home, christmas lights sparkled throughout the room, casting soft glows of many colors over your faces and the walls. You sat beside Alexia, wrapping a few extra presents in a sea of colorful papers and ribbons.

Alexia had been quiet the whole night, her usual playful quips absent. You’d figured she was just tired and it’s not like you didn’t enjoy being in the silence with her, until it reached thirty minuted before midnight, and you could see her eyebrows pulling together the more she thought.

Finally putting the scissors aside, you nudge her knee. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

She glances up at you, her expression tender but distant. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am,” she answers softly.

Smiling at her, although her tone gave you slight pause, you tilt your head to the side questioningly. “Lucky how?”

“For you.” She murmured, her eyes flickering over your face.

“For this. For us.” She picked up a small ornament on the tub beside her, one that had your names written in sloppy glittered letters. It was pink, you’d picked it out last Christmas—a small memento to your first holiday spent together.

“I’d never thought i’d have peace like this in my life. I’d always been so focused on football—too focused. You know? Like I was afraid I’d get too in deep if I let someone in.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, but you nodded anyways. “And now?” You ask gently.

“Now I can’t imagine my life without you.” She admitted, her voice raw as she gave you a half-lipped smile. “I’m always afraid of losing this—you.”

Moving closer, your heart aching at her words, you take the ornament from her hands and set it aside. “Cariño, you’re not going to lose me,” You say as firmly as possible, cupping her face lightly. “I’m going to be around for every moment, every Christmas, and everything in between. I am not going anywhere.”

The blondes lips quirked into an actual smile then, her eyes glassy as she looked at you. “You have a way with words.”

“I do.” You grin, brushing a thumb over her cheek, “I’m here because I love you, every moment with you.. I cherish, even the quiet nights like tonight.”

Alexia leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “Seriously, how do you always know what to say?”

“Because I’m just as lucky as you are?” You quip, Pulling away to smirk at her.

With a small chuckle, Alexia wrapped her fingers around your wrists, tugging you closer to place her lips on yours.

The warmth of her lips spread across you, spreading through your chest like the lights from the tree. Pulling away ever so slightly, you whisper against her lips, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, mi amor.” She murmured right back, now only feeling warm and full of love for you.

likes, comments, and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future alexia posts.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @lechrts @joaoflms @sakashq @h4vertzz @spidybaby

[thesuicidalfox]

Alright... the yuri crumbs from the Naruto fandom. If you are a yuri enjoyer, this is the one ship you will find first if you enter the Naruto fandom, and I really like it. I feel their relationship was not explored enough at all.

I love yuri, I love women, men are overrated anyway.

[chocolatepot]

I'm about to spend a huge chunk of the day in the car, so an excerpt from the first chapter of A Run of Good Fortune, the f/f Regency romance I was posting about the other day:

It ought to have galled Miss Catherine Baring to be sent to London ahead of her family to see the house opened up, like an employee rather than a relation, but in truth she found the independence it allowed her for a few days to be most fortifying. The situation was not without its challenges. One of the greatest was that she traveled post, and the Eastbourne chaise was in poor enough repair that the January air was constantly seeping in, leaving Catherine to attempt to solve the problem by bundling herself in layers of callimanco coverlets retired from household use. (Aunt Eastbourne and Richard always traveled in a grander vehicle, so the condition of the chaise was of no interest to them.) The journey was also a long one, and Aunt Eastbourne specifically requested that Catherine not write to announce her arrival to the very few staff that were kept on in town over the summer and autumn — “to save on paper,” her aunt claimed, “and to keep the servants from having to pay postage,” even though the family could certainly afford a sheet of paper and to reimburse the housekeeper afterward — so that she would get there late in the evening to find a cold, dark house and need to wait patiently for her room and supper to be prepared, while weathering Mrs. Hubbard's irritation.