photogenicfelines:

(min’)
3 months ago 500   originally from mjsofter   via photogenicfelines
photogenicfelines:

(Daniel Crocetti)
3 months ago 1448   originally from photogenicfelines   via photogenicfelines
3 months ago 23713   originally from lazycozyme   via invocado
Why is femslash the smallest genre in the world of fanfiction? Why is femslash the most underrepresented relationship type by a sizeable margin? More importantly, why is it that almost all femslash writers are queer women? Male slash pairings are written by straight women, queer women, and even some men (I say “even” because men are rarer than a two dollar bill in the world of fanfiction) and they’re read by a mostly female audience. Femslash has a completely different ideology, because it’s almost exclusively written and consumed by the community it portrays. Unlike a straight girl writing about two boys having sex (and I guarantee that they’re two conventionally attractive white boys whose female love interests have been deemed either worthy of death or asexual by the fandom), femslash is written by those whose identities and personal narratives are reflected in the stories themselves. Maybe the writer of that erotic scene hasn’t had sex with a girl yet, but damn, she has thought about it a lot. That queer author writes two girls falling in love even if they’re straight in the original work because two girls falling in love means something to her and to so many people like her, and it’s important that she sees herself in a piece of media whose canon forgets she exists. One of the great frustrations of LGBTQ media is the fact that so little of our representations end up coming from LGBTQ-identified creators, and thus we see inaccurate portrayals with limited diversity. Femslash exists because we were sick of being told we didn’t exist, so we wrote ourselves into their stories.
excerpt from a very long piece I’ve been working on for autostraddle about femslash and why there’s so little of it (and why we need to make more of it NOW)

Ahhhh it’s like…

3 months ago 8339   originally from thewriterwhoisalone   via teenboypopstar

oops sorry.

3 months ago 1248   originally from copsandwriters   via ksu-95

fetchthecrazygay:

You making like a shopping list for me?  I am.

I love this almost kiss even more than their actual kisses. You can see in Delphine’s eyes just how much she loves Cosima.

:(THIS HURT MEoitnb
3 months ago 16630   originally from orphanblacking   via valkyras
3 months ago 1831   originally from moonbebesworld   via definitionofdisney

7WeeksChallenge: Fourth Week, Day 04; [2/2] “Crushes” Femininas:
↳ Stana Katic
"I was involved in illegal activities once, but now I'm just awalking container of blood and water sending out loveballs one beam at a time"

7WeeksChallenge: Fourth Week, Day 04;
[2/2] “Crushes” Femininas:

Stana Katic

"I was involved in illegal activities once, but now I'm just a
walking container of blood and water sending out loveballs
one beam at a time"
3 months ago 325   originally from bluecastle77   via myelastic-heart

anh62950:

Yup, you two just keep on pretending you’re only in love on TV. I’ll wait. 

3 months ago 5831   originally from childs-niehaus   via anh62950
3 months ago 90   originally from moonbebesworld   via intoxeuphoria
nic6879:

"close"
He rises above her, brushes his cheek against hers. Her skin is so soft, her scent so familiar, cherries and almond and the warmth of home and he swallows hard, pushes down the lingering sadness, the cloying remnants of fear.
He’d dreamt of her, all the time, of her bright laugh and the tenderness in her eyes when she looked at him, so happy and so very much in love. Dreamt of moments like this when the world around them sank into oblivion and nothing mattered but the language of their kisses, every touch like Braille spelling love letters across their bodies. Missing her so much that every part of him ached, more than any injury he sustained. Fearing he might never see her again.
Yet here she is, warm and lithe and alive in his embrace, her arms wrapped around him and her body writhing, the long, graceful column of her neck arched, calling for the worship of his mouth. At last he sinks his lips to her skin, kisses along the triangle of her chin and down the line of her neck, learning every slope and dip, every sensitive spot as if it’s the first time. She’s sobbing his name, her voice laced with tears that speak of the pain of their separation, the horror of not knowing whether he was alive - or dead.
He sucks on her pulse point and she sobs his name, clawing for more of him but he rests there for long moments, silent, just his mouth to her skin. She calms beneath him, her fingertips drawing circles over the back of his neck while he listens to the pounding of her heart, feels it throb against his lips as it beats in syncopation with his, strong and alive.
They’re alive. They’re here. They made it.
—-
(my very first, admittedly rather crappy piece of Caskett fanart. pencil drawing.)

nic6879:

"close"

He rises above her, brushes his cheek against hers. Her skin is so soft, her scent so familiar, cherries and almond and the warmth of home and he swallows hard, pushes down the lingering sadness, the cloying remnants of fear.

He’d dreamt of her, all the time, of her bright laugh and the tenderness in her eyes when she looked at him, so happy and so very much in love. Dreamt of moments like this when the world around them sank into oblivion and nothing mattered but the language of their kisses, every touch like Braille spelling love letters across their bodies. Missing her so much that every part of him ached, more than any injury he sustained. Fearing he might never see her again.

Yet here she is, warm and lithe and alive in his embrace, her arms wrapped around him and her body writhing, the long, graceful column of her neck arched, calling for the worship of his mouth. At last he sinks his lips to her skin, kisses along the triangle of her chin and down the line of her neck, learning every slope and dip, every sensitive spot as if it’s the first time. She’s sobbing his name, her voice laced with tears that speak of the pain of their separation, the horror of not knowing whether he was alive - or dead.

He sucks on her pulse point and she sobs his name, clawing for more of him but he rests there for long moments, silent, just his mouth to her skin. She calms beneath him, her fingertips drawing circles over the back of his neck while he listens to the pounding of her heart, feels it throb against his lips as it beats in syncopation with his, strong and alive.

They’re alive. They’re here. They made it.

—-

(my very first, admittedly rather crappy piece of Caskett fanart. pencil drawing.)

castlefanartnic6879caskett
3 months ago 67   originally from nic6879   via nic6879
You wake up one day and people are making relationship names for you. I always thought, “Oh maybe when I get to Hollywood I’ll date a guy and maybe I’ll be like a Brangelina or something, one day.” And all of a sudden I wake up and it’s Karmy. It’s just so funny.”
3 months ago 2697   originally from elizabethlemonades   via mileyrscyrus
n-p-y-d:

rickate-kateick-caskett:

Rebel.

Stand back, people, we’ve got a badass right here!

n-p-y-d:

rickate-kateick-caskett:

Rebel.

Stand back, people, we’ve got a badass right here!