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  • 🌘Sometimes you just gotta put on a corset and a skirt and feel like a princess🌒

    #me#wlw#lesbian #girls who like girls #my pics#princess vibes #also i dunno if yall know imma witch but thats there too #i love this corset #and this look
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  • I want to give a massage and I want to receive a massage and that’s all really

    #I also want to have sex after but hey the girl I’m talking to is teeeeeny tiny so it will be have sex #then break her and then massage her back to health #curse my manly hands that are gross but also too small #lesbian#wlw#sapphic#lgbt#girlswholikegirls#lesbians#manga#yuri#gay woman #black and white aesthetic #lesbian woman#single gay#single lesbian#single dyke#fem dyke#kink#dom top
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  • waking up in the morning and seeing your girlfriend in bed beside you, sleepy and smiling, then giving her a little kiss on the cheek > any other feeling

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    at least my horse and I like the same things

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  • just got back on my socials.

    IG: itsss.raem

    snapchat: xoraemichelle

    shoot me a follow & i’ll follow back 🫐🤍

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  • I’ve been collecting and reading lesbian history / essay books for a while now. And though I still enjoy them my whole perception of the way some lesbians view and talk about our community is weird.

    I used to LOVE the poetic nature lesbianism used to be spoken about. As if it’s this secret mystery that is emotionally enlightening and makes someone more intelligent then other people. All these little rules and rituals and labels that break us away from other people. I think that notion is what helped me come into terms with my sexuality when I was a bit younger. It felt like I was being taught a dead language. I definitely don’t feel that way anymore though.

    Now this isn’t me saying I’m against lesbian labels and identifiers. I can definitely recognise the importance, history and community it gives a lot of people. Whatever floats your boat, you know. But after reading so many books about all this stuff , it’s so obvious that no one in any particular time, could agree on what these things meant, how they were supposed to be presented, how it connected to lesbianism (if at all) and how it broke us apart from other people. People talk about discourse over that stuff now, but from what I have seen it’s nothing new. I feel as though a lot of people completely over complicate what lesbianism and homosexuality is to the point where you have all these essays and non fiction books where almost all of them are saying “when I’m asked to describe [insert topic or label] I don’t know how to do it. I don’t know what it is.” Or you have people writing these long articles about lesbianism that you need university training to understand. And all that takes away from what lesbianism is. It’s not about supporting women. It’s not about breaking the rules. It’s not about loving every woman. It’s not about being spiritually enlightened. It’s not about using big and fancy words to describe something as simple and beautiful as a crush. Its not about sticking it to the patriarchy. It’s not about hating men. It’s not about clothes or music or celebrity crushes. It’s just about feeling attraction for only women as a woman.

    And of course. There are cultural and social things that many lesbians will go through that are similar and the trauma of being a lesbian and the way we express our sexuality and where we meet people. That definitely all has history and it connects us. But it doesn’t matter if you read every lesbian book in existence or you only like to read the Mills And Boons romance novels at Target. A lesbian is a lesbian is a lesbian. And people can argue about culture and labels and aesthetics until the sun rises. And I understand why those things are so important to people. I do. Words have history and meaning and for some it’s so important that others remember that. But you shouldn’t need an English degree to talk about lesbianism. I don’t think people should over complicate something so simple. Because in my opinion, that over complication divides a lot of people.

    #I don’t know if I’m #making sense #enjoy my word vomit lol #personal#lgbt#lesbian
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  • Finally found one of the videos from my journey as a member of the LGBTQ+ community.

    This video was such a big part of my journey as a member of the LGBTQ+ community.

    (copied from my comment on it) I saw this video shortly after it came out. I was only 7 or 8 at the time but it really hit me as something different. I was already well aware of gay people and even gay people getting married. My parents were good friends with a gay couple who were legally married in the 90s or 2000s. But because we didn’t know any lesbians, I never really considered the idea. Then I saw this video. Something about it really hit me. It might of been the positive representation or the fact that the two grow a family with the support of their loved ones. But something stuck with me about this video. I wouldn’t realize what it was until three years later, when I realized that I was a lesbian and came out as gay. This video helped me realize my identity and I cannot thank you enough for keeping it up after all these years.

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  • I pity straight men because their environments of toxic masculinity never allow them to be truly themselves around their male friends, and it fucks them up so royally that when they have a friendship with a straight woman and she allows them both to be vulnerable with each other he doesnt understand that it’s just a healthy friendship and not heteroerotic tension

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    You like 9-5, I’m the weekend✨

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  • Read Ch. 5 on ao3

    CHAPTER 5: Girl I’m Gonna Miss You

    Brunch was lovely. They ate on the rooftop, overlooking the bustling streets of Paris that Jamie and Dani were content to ignore given each other’s company along with Hannah’s and Owen’s. Dani and Jamie ate more than their fill, loathe to leave any of Owen’s cooking behind.

     “I think the Wingraves’ new cook is afraid of spices,” Dani whined.

     Hannah laughed, covering her mouth.

     “I mean it! Let me put it to you this way. Owen, if you were a dish, you’d be something like this crepe–understated, but with flavor that bursts with love and a hint of something that makes you always want another bite. This new cook? She’s Wonderbread. I mean, she thinks salt gives a dish a punch.”

     Owen chuckled into his champagne flute. “It’s nice to be missed.”

     “I’m not sure someone who still can’t brew a proper cup of tea should point fingers,” Hannah challenged.

     “She’s in training,” Jamie teased as she took Dani’s hand in hers to kiss it. She took a drag from her cigarette, making Dani jealous of the little cancer stick.

     Dani sat up and began to protest that her tea was just fine, but quickly deflated back into her seat. They were right. Her tea tasted like ruined boiled water. Somehow.

     “So, anyway” Dani interrupted the laughter that was still going at her expense. “Owen, I have a favor to ask.”

     Owen tilted his head. “What is it, Rambo?”

     Dani rolled her eyes at the nickname. “That was one time.”

     “You accosted me, woman.”

     “I thought you were that Peter creep!”

     “Which is ridiculous. I’m much better looking. Besides, after you knew that I wasn’t Peter, you put the fire poker down and punched me in the shoulder.”

     “You scared me!”

     “I’m delicate!”

     “Oi! It’s what you get for leaping out on innocent Americans, mate” Jamie chimed in as she winked at Dani.

     Dani chuckled. “Anyway, I’m serious. I want to ask you something,” she said. “You know my dad passed away when I was young, and my mom and I aren’t exactly close. So, I was wondering if you would be the one to walk me down the aisle.”

     Hannah held her hand over her heart. “Oh, what a lovely idea,” she said and smiled at Owen.

     Placing his champagne flute on the table, Owen reached for Dani’s hand. She grasped it as he said, “Of course aisle do it.”

     “He’s got the dad jokes down,” Jamie snorted.

     Dani grinned as she squeezed his hand. Her eyes began to water when she saw Owen’s glistening. “Oh my god, come here,” she said. She stood from her chair and walked around the table to give him a hug.

     Owen kissed the top of her head as they parted. He eyed Jamie. “Does that mean I owe you ‘the shovel talk’?”

     Jamie arched her brows. “If I ever break this woman’s heart you have my full permission to do me in. But that leaves one more question.” Her eyes found Hannah. “Will you walk with me, Hannah? You’re the closest thing I have to family. You’ve taken care of me; told me off when I needed it. I can’t think of a soul that’s more fit for the job.”

     Hannah’s hands reached across the table to take Jamie’s. “I would love to.”

     “Great, because we have another favor to ask you both,” Dani said with a grin.

     Hannah and Owen exchanged curious looks. “What is it?” Hannah asked.

     “Will you be our maid-of-honor and best man, too? We want you to stand with us at the altar, not just walk us to it.”

     Owen looked as if he were contemplating the matter. “Just one question: do I get to pick the dress?”

     Hannah shoved his shoulder. “He means ‘yes’.”

     “Gender norms be damned. You can wear whatever you like, so long as the Mrs. approves,” Jamie smirked as she tilted her head toward Dani. The au pair’s stomach performed a pleasant, nervous flip at the word Mrs. coming from Jamie’s lips.

     “Right,” Jamie said, “I think we’d better raise our glasses.”

     Owen was first to do so. “To the brides.”

     “To all of us,” Dani said as she raised hers.

     “To family,” Hannah said.

     They smiled warmly at one another. “To family,” each of them echoed as their glasses clinked together.


     “This is really stupid,” Jamie said, seething at the airport gate. She sounded downright pissed– like that time Miles ruined a rose bush in the Wingraves’ garden.

     “I know, but it’s just a few weeks,” Dani said for the thousandth time. She looked at her phone, making sure her own flight was on time, trying to distract herself from their inevitable parting. That, and she found herself oddly attracted to Jamie when the gardener was angry, which wasn’t making this any easier.

     “Exactly! A few weeks–not to mention hundreds of dollars–for me to go back to Vermont and then end up right back here.”

     “So don’t go,” Dani shrugged.

     “I’m telling you, Dani, it’s–” She stopped, giving Dani a perplexed look. “Wait, that didn’t take very much convincing.”

     “Well, how important can making sure we have a finished floor in the shop be?” Dani tried to joke.

     “If I could trust the contractor to keep his word, but he acts like work is poison. I’d do it myself if the landlord would let me. But, no, he hires a bloke his son went to school with. And if the floors aren’t finished, the walls won’t be finished. We have to have the shop ready. We can’t miss the peak holidays, and–”

     Dani broke Jamie’s rambling (that she had already heard a dozen times before on the subject) with a searing kiss. She held Jamie close, nuzzling their noses together as she tried to calm her future wife by stroking her back and rubbing her sides. “I know. And I know you don’t want to leave. I  really  don’t want you to go back either, but we have so many more years together. We’re getting married,” she said, letting her awe at the notion reveal itself in her voice. “We have our whole lives together to look forward to.” She breathed deeply, trying to hear the words for herself as she repeated the mantra. “We have so many more years together.”

     “I’d like it known, right now, that I never want to live on separate sides of the world again.”

     “I second that,” Dani agreed and kissed her. She let her bottom lip brush against Jamie’s slowly, savoring the magnetic pull she felt there. Jamie quickly captured it between hers, gently nibbling it and then letting their lips mingle once more before deepening the kiss to the point that it became somewhat indecent considering the public setting.

     “You could come back with me,” Jamie suggested after a moment.

     Dani knew Jamie wasn’t serious–that she was stalling their parting– but she reminded Jamie of the contract with the Wingraves.

     “Henry wouldn’t care,” Jamie protested.

     “I know, but we get that bonus if I finish. It’ll practically pay for the reception dinner. Besides, we can do this. A few weeks and then we’re married,” she said, lacing their fingers together and holding Jamie’s hands in hers at their sides. She swung them idly as she let a dopey-in-love grin show itself on her lips. “No more video calls and no more falling asleep with our phones on our pillows. We’ll get married, go on our honeymoon, and before we know it, we’ll be together in Vermont.”

     “At Christmas,” Jamie smiled at last. “A white Christmas in Vermont.”

     “Snow will be nice,” Dani said as she kissed Jamie’s temple, letting her nose be tickled by brown curly locks as she inhaled Jamie’s scent in an attempt to savor it just a little while longer. She held them together, rocking their weight back and forth to soothe them both.

     “Snuggled up with a cup of tea and a book and my wife,” Jamie sighed happily at their shared daydream. Dani felt Jamie’s shoulders relax. “Okay. It’s just a few weeks.”

     “Just a few weeks.”

    Thank you so much for reading! Don’t worry, just because they’re apart doesn’t mean they won’t have some fun before the wedding ;)
    Any likes and/or reblogs are super lovely! Thanks again, and love to you all. ^__^
    Also, don’t forget I’m open to prompts to insert if/when I can :D

    #the haunting of bly manor #haunting of bly manor spoilers #bly manor#thobm #dani x jamie #damie#dani clayton#jamie clayton #jamie x dani #wlw#lesbian#fanfic#thobm fanfic#damie fanfic#thobm fic#lgbtq #prompts!
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  • i am now your local arts and crafts, gaymer, femme lesbian with a buzzcut 

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  • I asked my girlfriend to collar me, so she put a ring on it instead 😂🖤

    #gayaf#lesbian#sapphic#wlw #i love her so much
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  • Lesbian Thoughts No.25

    Tie my hands above my head and spread my legs. Make me cum over and over until I’m sobbing, begging you to stop.

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    Back on my bullshit. ✌🏼🔥

    #me#personal#mirror selfie#gay#gay girl#gay girls#lesbian#lesbians#queer girls#queer#queer girl #girls with piercings #girls with tattoos #girls who love girls #girls who kiss girls #girls who lift #girls who like girls #ems#gay firefighters#firefighters
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