Latest Posts by solixir - Page 2
Things that leveled me up as a Dyke Pt. 2
When I had dyke sex in the parking lot of the fire and brimstone church I grew up in
When a girl drew protective sigils on my arm for weeks after she overheard me tearing apart her old roommate for saying transphobic shit about her
When the sleep study doctor told me I have a medically large tongue and my wife shouted "I KNEW IT"
When the butch at the hardware store told me the shelf cutting machine broke and we spent 20min cutting shelves with bolt cutters for my wife's closet.
At the RenFaire, my wife tried the knife throwing but couldn't get it, then got huffy when I told her how to do it. She handed me the last knife and told me it's not that easy. I did not tell her I threw knives a lot as a kid, so with all her bags and jewelry balanced in one arm, I flipped the knife a couple times and sunk it into the wooden target guy. Felt like a damn hallmark movie and I loved it.
When an Aussie woman in a hotel lobby asked me to please please keep talking because she was fascinated by my american southern accent. I called her darlin and she blushed.
When my wife's grandfather was fine with her being a lesbian largely because I was such a big help with the cattle
When I moved an iron bedframe into the garden for my wife's coworker and she asked how long we'd been together. The answer was that morning. We'd been going steady for about an hour.
When I taught my wife how to waltz
i am peer pressuring myself to rip the internet out of me like the leech it is. please point and laugh at me for being online. go on. scrutinize like you have never scrutin'd before
lord the way this strikes me dead in the heart. but if I did this to any of my friends I would end up blarghing out a 30 minute speech on why I love them and look Weird
you need to be earnest. you need to tell people that you love them. you need to speak on how you’re feeling honestly. you need to be sentimental. you need to stop letting the fear of other people laughing at you have so much control over how you express yourself. you need to get over yourself. you need to be embarrassing but true.
Top Femslash Ships Bracket - Semifinals
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SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL
Reminder for when he “saves” it. He was the one who wanted this, and now he gets to be the hero and win favour with young constituents. Don’t give him the credit for fixing his own problem.
I DON'T KNOW WHO ON EARTH IS DOING THIS BUT IT IS HILARIOUS
this is absolutely ridiculous. Just a steady line of votes that defies any and all logic. Somebody has been doing this for H O U R S and you have my entire heart. whoever you are, you are my hero and holy moly I hope you aren't doing this manually because that would take an insane amount of effort
AVATRICE??? AVATRICE!!! PLS PLS PLS I WANT US TO WIN SO BADLY
Top Femslash Ships Bracket - Semifinals
This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with some of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement of anything included in the bracket, and refrain from harassment.
whisper whisper mutter mutter beatrice's search history in the angel au
AVATRICE FOR THE WIN
Top Femslash Ships Bracket - Quarterfinals
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so this is ridiculously long but oh my god please don't use the sharp side of the eraser
i just absolutely needed to rant about this because it FILLS ME WITH RAGE so I have a muji eraser. if you've ever bought any stationary from muji you know that stuff is B E A U T I F U L 10/10 I love it. so I have not used this eraser for very long, and only one edge/corner/side was used (it's a block shape). the other corner was perfectly intact and untouched as it should be. i lend this eraser to someone else because he needs it. i SPECIFICASLLY ASK HIM TO ONLY USE THE SIDE I WORE DOWN. guess how it comes back. DESTROYED. MAULED. EVISCERATED. i don't know HOW but he somehow wore down an incredible amount of material just getting marks off of music. worst of all? the sharp corner is gone. A FLAT TRIANGLE. WHY WHY WHY WHY. i nEed to have one corner perfectly untouched and it literally hurts to see it gone. guys. please only use the worn down side when you borrow someone's eraser and don't touch the sharp side. also my mechanical lead pencil got lost after I lent it to someone. both of these things were gifts. PLEASEEEE MY STATIONARY IT HURTS LIKE SOMEONE RIPPED MY HEART OUT.
my writing fundamentally changed forever ten years ago when i realized you could use sentence structure to control people’s heart rates. is this still forbidden knowledge or does everyone know it now
exCUSE ME WHAT THIS IS VERY RUDE AND IT ALSO SCRATCHES MY BRAIN IN EXACTLY THE RIGHT WAY I NEED MOOOOOOREEEEE
Ava was dying.
Strangely enough, it wasn't what bothered her the most.
Beatrice had been angry at her. They had had an argument and Ava had stormed off like some god damn child and avoided her for the rest of the day.
It wasn't like she knew this would happen. It wasn't like she had planned to stumble into the church with a hand pressed against her waist in an effort to keep the blood from slipping through her fingers.
Her hands were slick as she fumbled with her phone. The screen lit up and momentarily distracted her from the glowing divinium blown into her skin. She typed in the number she'd memorised by heart – which was a fact that had annoyed her a few hours ago, and it took a few tries to get her phone ringing. "Pick up, pick up, pick up…" –hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't reach the phone right now– "God damn it!"
Ava hung up, clicked again, willing herself to stay conscious as it ringed. One, two, three... hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young, I can't pick–"Fuck! Shit. I need you to pick up, Bea." Her voice wavered, "I need you..."
She clicked again.
Hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message after the beep, please.
Ava choked back a sob. She wanted to hear Beatrice's voice so bad. She wanted Beatrice to speak to her. If a voicemail was the best she could do so be it, Beatrice must still be giving her the silent treatment.
Her voice shook. "Bea, I'm sorry– I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry."
She paused, almost waiting for a response.
"It's Ava. Please call me back when you get this. Please."
Ava hung up. She wanted her to call her back. So she dialled the number again, not caring for the red marks on the screen anymore.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Hello, this is the voicemail of Beatrice Young. I can't pick up the phone right now so leave a message after the beep, please.
"Bea, I'm scared." Ava began. Her mouth was dry. "The- the halo won't heal me... I want to see you again. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those mean things. I love you so much, you make my life worth living."
Ava was broken. Her vision was doubling and she was losing the will to stay awake.
"I think I'm... think I'm dying... I just wanted to say sorry. I love you so, so much. I'm at the church on the west side, please come as soon as you can." Ava had no clue what else to say. "I don't want to leave you. It's so scary. I'm scared."
She laid back with an audible gasp of pain. Shouldn't have done that. "Is it okay if I stay on the line?"
"I wish you were here... Bea..."
Ava grew silent afterwards, having nothing more to say. She no longer had the energy to say anything. And she didn't have the energy to pick up the phone when it began frantically buzzing a minute later.
Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?
love will always find you. Both threat AND promise
when you find a fanfic writer whose work just sings to you… i would read anything you write…. i would wade into a tag no matter how deranged… i would travel to the ends of the earth for you if only to soothe your little oyster shell just so you would be comfortable enough to make another pearl whenever you felt like it … i would love you tenderly and support you as you carefully place every grain of sand onto your little castle, regardless of how long it takes, if only to enjoy your words just a little longer
its miserable having online friends i would help you clean and paint your room and fold your laundry and move furniture and cook mostly edible food for you and generally do tasks for you and drink with you and smoke with you and go on walks with you and see you smile when i make you laugh. but the distance
my friend is studying for the mcat and was just trying to explain to me about heat transfer and she said ‘you know, like the reason you get cold when you go outside on a freezing day is that your tiny human body is trying to warm up the entire universe’ and i think that’s the best thing i have ever heard
the 3.5mm headphone jack was the wound through which light entered your phone it was a little cave for angels to live in inside your phone and big tech got rid of it cause theyre scared of God the wrong way
i think having “having a coke with you” with you by mark leidner is the greatest love poem of all time
my dad likes to call the stretches of time where you’re not creating “dreaming periods” and says that they’re meant to allow you to absorb all of the beauty, life, and inspiration from the things around you so that when you’re able to create again, you will have fanned your spark back into a flame. sometimes its hard to see those moments as anything but stagnation, but he always says that they’re natural and healthy and needed—things that should be embraced rather than feared.
current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.
go on get up. leave your room. give the sunlight something thats an ease to fall onto. something itd be overjoyed to outline the shadow of
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
not me trying to write 4 aus because i got too many ideas at once
(it’s actually great tho)
EXAMS ARE OVERRR
Some fic update: I will not be posting this week (surprise surprise) BUT I might (?) next week. I currently have a fic in the works where Beatrice is Mulan, but instead of the ending where she comes back and everyone is happy, Beatrice comes back from China to her parents being all disappointed. After that, Beatrice runs from her family and she throws herself back into the military, and ends up going on a foreign mission to Europe where the Roman Empire is falling apart and THEN she’ll meet Ava and the rest of the squad. I’ve got like 800 words written which is pretty good but we’ll see how it goes.
(also if you guys are wondering about the batb au yes i know it sits in my drive staring at me whispering “mother you have abandoned me why” but HAHAHA MUST BE THE WIND)
Anyways here’s a snippet of my fic
"I saved China. No man would reject a woman of such achievement."
"And no man marries a woman who spends her time cross dressing and wielding a sword." She sets her tea down and stares at Beatrice.
Beatrice chances a look at her father, who takes the opportunity to speak his part.
"You were reckless. What are we supposed to do now?" He purses his lips, and Beatrice lets go of the medal, still inside her robes.
I did it for you, I did it for you, she wants to say, wants to scream, and she feels uncharacteristically wild emotion clawing its way up her throat.