#wlws

[notyourgirl111]

I don't know what I wanna do today but it'll be something.

Also I had fries for lunch! And I'm probably gonna do some skin care and maybe a spa day, I'm not sure yet

[frameshiftworks]

I feel like I haven't allowed myself to draw all that much lately. Dissertation season will do that, but maybe I'm just burnt out. Eh.

Either way, enjoy some christmassy blorbos :)

[wildyfoe]

I CAN FINALLY POST MY SECRET SANTA DRAWINGS!!!!!! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[foundgirlpigeon]

Kind of an obvious one, but lesbians really are at the forefront of queer revolution. The reason they get so so much hatred is because (cishet down the patriarchy hole) men inherently think being attracted to women means treating them as subhuman and sex slaves (ie objectification) and associate that same attraction to lesbianism. They further get soooooo mad when they find out lesbians treat women as equal to them (they will never realise it's the bare minimum) and then villify them by pinning their own crimes of horribly objectifying women onto them. They will never wrap their minds around the fact that women deserve to be loved and respected as person equal to them and not as a subhuman. The existence of lesbians means women are equal in a partnership and it pisses the shit out of cisheteronormativity.

[incompleteninny]

The ninety-fourth free, unedited chapter of my upcoming book, “The Heist at Cordia Aquarium” is now available on its website (or click https://www.kitfisto.gay/chapters/thea to read from the beginning).

Sophia kneels near her desk. A massive, wooden monster weighed down by a computer tower and four mechanical arms. Each one holds a monitor. A two-by-two grid of black bezels and screens, all blank.

Arms deep inside a drawer, Sophia glances at Avery. "Come in, yeah? Don't just hover there."

Avery takes a few tentative steps toward Sophia's bed. "Do I— do I just— sit?"

Sophia unearths a black-white speckled tome — journal, rather — and chucks it onto her desk. "Yeah. It's not going to eat you."

She slaps journal after journal down atop the first. One, two, three; a hushed "No" or "Nope" accompanies each. At ten tall, she goes for eleven, but falters. Something about the cover. She stumbles over with it and plops onto the bed, her eyes never straying. Avery can see it now; the writing across the cover in big, black marker: January 2335; nearly four years ago.

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[jolivira]

newest OCs!

meet Lanis (they/them) and Pylia (she/her), just two soft bambi lesbians

[chronicowboy]

really loving the Give Women Swords agenda that seems to be happening in film recently (melinda may in aos, andromache in tog, peggy carter in what if, natasha romanoff in black widow) it's my time to shine babey