Chandler: What? I'm Not Aggressive! Duke: Last Tuesday, You Wacked Me With A Pair Of Crocs And Stole

This is actually accurate I can't believe it. My favorite type of fic, and it's my life.

This is the closure I needed. The happy ending is here everyone.

which ao3 tag are you?

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Summary:

Ever since the day they met, it had always been Debbie And Lou.

Lou needed Debbie, there was no doubt. There’s no And Lou without a Debbie right beside it. And Debbie needed Lou.

Or so she thought.

Or

Lou and Debbie, Casual by Chappell Roan style. It's not pretty They weren't made for pretty. But it just might be beautiful.

Ok but why is your art actually so insanely amazing???? I can't believe you're not like a thousands-of-notes-per-post creator, everything you do is literal gold. I love the idea too, and Dovey's nose ring is so unexpected but also like.....hot.

I had been thinking about them at the unite ball and Lesso surprising Dovey by wearing a dress.

(plus a version of Dovey with her wings visible)

was in the shower and had the literal thought "fix-it fic is literally playing with barbies until you shape the narrative into something coherent" and tbh, that's kinda true for just fic writing and even original writing in general.

play with those barbies. make them kiss. make them kill each other. hurt them. comfort them.

smash those barbies together until you have a story you think is worth telling.

Petition for everyone to be a little nicer when someone misses a social cue. Sorry I caused a moment of awkwardness, but that does not make me a bad person who should be laughed at. I failed to process these terrible wacko society rules in the span of about half a second and react accordingly and now everyone thinks I'm 'weird' and 'off-color'. We're all just trying our best out here, the world sucks, have a little mercy.

My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.

Barb and Melissa are soulmates

in the same episode Jacob brings up how his ex used to not let him sing because he's bad at it, in reference to them not having been compatible, Barbara not only mentions that if her husband is off key she can't look at him, she also praises Melissa's performance wildly, even before she ever hears her

*Emma sneezes* Regina: Emma, are you sick? Here, take this blanket, and I'm bringing homemade soup and you really should take better care of yo- *Snow sneezes* Regina: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

The way my lesbian awakening was literally every character in Monster High and Ever After High