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@pocket-elf replied to your post “nothing like wanting to bake yourself a treat for...”:
nooooooo. also how do you even know that flour has gone bad? I've never even considered that
because if you leave it alone too long it starts crawling with black little insects and sure as hell I'm not using that, every single last bit of flour I had had them :')))))))) *cries*
Top 5 lesbian movies?
GOD what a great question. (i will be honest there’s like. so many interesting-sounding lesbian movies i haven’t seen because watching movies is a sisyphean task). let’s go:
1. “but i’m a cheerleader” dir. jamie babbit - now i am biased because this movie is the most singularly formative piece of media in my life (introduced me to gay people at age 8 when my grandma unknowingly rented it for me at blockbuster) BUT it also happens to be a stellar film. incredible parody and a really gorgeous love story. melanie lynksey is also there
2. “the half of it” dir. alice wu - follows a chinese-american lesbian named ellie chu and her new best friend paul and a girl they both have a crush on. hijinks! mistaken identities! a deeply moving depiction of platonic friendship! every coming of age movie trope, but ten times better! i cried!
3. “saving face” dir. alice wu - follows a chinese american doctor named wil as she navigates being a closeted lesbian in her community—which gets complicated when she starts dating vivian, also from the same community. also includes complex mother-daughter relationships, some great comedy moments, and another ending that made me cry . ms. wu if you write/direct more films i will BE there 🫡
4. “summerland” dir. jessica swale - a reclusive curmudgeon of a lesbian takes in a young kid needing refuge from the london blitz. we learn exactly why she’s a curmudgeon via flashbacks to her romance with gugu mbatha-raw. i am being so vague because it’s one of those devastatingly beautiful movies that’s best watched with zero foreknowledge. also gorgeous cinematography!
5. “D.E.B.S.” dir. angela robinson - this movie is about a TEENAGE LESBIAN SUPER SPY who falls in love with a TEENAGE LESBIAN SUPER VILLAIN. it’s campy! it’s genuinely enemies-to-lovers! a movie for everyone who wants to combine dr. doofenshmirtz and xena: warrior princess into a single character
uunngggggg
Jeremy Jordan’s 54Below performance of It’s All Coming Back to Me is a fucking religious experience
and my sexuality cannot handle the epic sex appeal this man gives off - especially when he sings
shout out to @pocket-elf (if I will it into existence you will come back and you can laugh at all the things I have tagged you in) for more properly introducing me to this delicious human.
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shirasade I saw your ‘Cop...
I still vividly remember a Rizzles scene in which Jane is teaching Maura how to hold and aim a gun. If it would’ve been a man teaching a woman it would’ve been SUCH canon on screen sexual tension it would’ve been ridiculous. But no.
EVERY FUCKING THING THEY DO.
Seriously. I’ve watched a lot of shows, I’ve watched hundreds of TV shows, and I’ve never seen anything with more blatant queerbaiting than Rizzoli & Isles. If Jane would be John, they’d have been canon within two seasons.
Among all the “girl friends acting like girlfriends because women are More Casual About Affection” shows in existence, this one takes the crown.
And they had such good chemistry too.
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Here's a random question! What do you ship in...
Part of me wants to ship Cam and Vala cause of… reasons. Of not actually Stargate nature. But I don’t.
Heh, I can see how that would be a temptation. :)
If you want a bit of an angsty drabble: "I would put my life in your hands, but not my heart"
It was an accident. Christian had twisted ankle and was tired and his magic was getting a bit out of control because he had a cold and neither of them noticed until it was too late.
“Do you trust me?”
He was woken up by Mason to a flaming inferno around them.
“With my life.”
That’s how he ended up cradled in Mason’s arms that night, carried out of the burning house. He tried not to focus on how good it felt, immediately insisting on being put down once they were safe, watching their home perish.
And considering most of Christian’s money ended up buying them this house, the old Ozera mansion belonging to Tasha and Dimitri, and housing their exclusive Moroi fight club, there was nothing left for them but move in to Mason’s tiny old flat he had before becoming Christian’s guardian and moving in with him.
It was... awkward. Christian liked their previous arrangement mostly because, at the house, there was enough space for him to hide from Mason. But Mason’s place was just one room. It was one big room with kitchenette and a bathroom and nothing else.
There was nowhere for Christian to run, even if he could, with his broken ankle.It was... annoying. Even more so since it gave Mason a chance to be horribly... friendly. Mason kept overly close to Christian since the start but now that the Moroi was subjected to it 24/7 it was... overwhelming.
“Need help with that?”
There it was again. Christian just wanted it to stop. He hated being forced to have a guardian in the first place. He basically hissed at Mason when the dhampir asked to assist him with getting a bottle of blood due to his limp.
“Why. Would you do this?”
Mason took a step back at Christian’s annoyed expression, allowing the Moroi to quickly limp forward and grab his food himself. He did not need to be coddled.
“Whoa... I thought you trusted me?”
Trusted... What? Not the... It was unfair to use his words against him if they were spoken in peril. Christian was... tired. He didn’t look back at Mason, going to sit in the only armchair in the room, next to the drawn curtains. He was suffocating here. He needed to be out, away from this flat, away from Mason.
“Is it the rooming? Are you mildly claustrophobic or something? Do you need more privacy? Is there anything I can--”
“You can leave me alone!”
He didn’t mean to snap but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Sorry. Is everything alright?”
“No, it’s not. Why are you doing this?”
“What?”
“Caring!”
Mason looked like he was slapped in the face.
“Isn’t that what friends do?”
Christian took a deep breath and averted his eyes.
“We aren’t friends. Stop... stop behaving like it. Stop pretending. You don’t need to act like you like me. Just... stand on the sidelines and do your thing.”
“You don’t believe I can just genuinely like you? I thought you trusted me.”
“Stop bringing that up, I was in danger!” Unable to take any more, Christian put his bottle down and limped past Mason to the door. The sun was setting. He didn’t care right now, he would be fine.
“So it’s not true?”
He didn’t turn around, opening the door and trying not to think about how hurt Mason sounded. It was just his mind playing tricks. Mason didn’t mean it.
"I would put my life in your hands, but not my heart".
With that, he closed the door behind himself.
I am guessing your PSG bedazzling question was mostly rhetorical but... I can still answer it (cause ptx fashion is what I do now XD). It was Koché, and oh boy did Mitchy (or whoever actually bought it) have to pay for it. That shirt costs over 2 grand. Yup. $2,227... I am not joking. Actually it's half price right now. BUT this is actually a collaboration: "French label Koché’s collaboration with Paris Saint-Germain F.C. offers a glamorous twist to the football club's 2017/18 training kit."
Haha! If I still did the Twitter for FashionofPTX I’d probably know that. It wasn’t really rhetorical, but more faux outrage that someone would bedazzle a team kit at all...and also that Mitch is supporting a French team when I’m really bitter about France winning the WC.
Prompt: whispering "I'm not wearing any underwear"into the other's ear
A finger tapping his knee insistently, Alec was straining himself from mentally counting the seconds. By the Angel, Clave’s meetings sure were boring. Not a very Head-of-Institute thing to say…but it was only the hard truth.
Still, when Jace placed a hand on his other leg, starting to caress his thigh, Alec snapped under his breath, “Jace, we’re at an important meeting.”
“So what?” Jace retorted. His hand was traveling dangerously close to Alec’s inner thigh, and Alec had to bite his lips.
“Please, Jace,” he basically whined.
But Jace didn’t give any sign of hearing his plea, so Alec grabbed Jace’s wrist and forced the hand away.
There, they weren’t going to do this.
Jace leaned closer to him, though, whispering into his ear, “Rude. I thought you might’ve been interested to know that I’m not wearing any underwear...”
Alec had to close his eyes for a second, forcing himself to keep his breathing even. Jace leaned away, and he didn’t say anything more. Alec reopened his eyes then, staring straight ahead, determined not to…
Alec’s hand acted on its own volition. Alec surely wasn’t piloting it as it placed itself over Jace’s thigh, slowly inching closer and closer to the waistband of Jace’s pants…
Jace swatted his hand away. “Alec, we’re in the middle of an important meeting. Behave yourself.”
Alec’s mouth fell open as he glanced at Jace, and he could’ve punched that shit-eating grin away from Jace’s face. Fucking tease. He was so paying for that.
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