I'd Divorce Him Too Lmao

you POSSESS gideon’s sword? you hunt down and try to kill her girlfriend like the prey? oh! oh! jail for mother! jail for mother for one thousand years!!

i think the thing about griddlehark is that i don't actually see a future for them where they're like. healthy. like independent partners in a sustainable symbiosis. i don't see that for them. they're always gonna be kinda codependent and weird about it but like. i do see a future where that's kinda ok for them? they walk around with gideon's carabiner clipped into one of harrow's belt loops. when they must be separated in public gideon wears like. a bracelet or a choker or something because harrow said "no" to dog collars in public. if harrow gets home and gideon isn't there then she gets separation anxiety that spoiled puppies can only dream of. she likes to do discrete checks to make sure gideon's heart is still there, her blood pressure is ok, her hormones levels indicate good sleep and relative calm. gideon pretends not to notice. and then one day when they're both very old and maybe one of them gets sick, they simply throw themselves into the sun together. and it's not healthy but, you know, it works for them.

The way Ianthe performs life-extending experiments on apples, the forbidden fruit, the original sin……sexy

Harrow the Ninth, chapters 48 and 49:

If Gideon had been there—no, if Gideon had been there, Harrow still couldn’t have hoped for a running commentary. Griddle didn’t know how to do running commentary. She would suck her breath through her teeth, or mutter in ecstasy words that meant nothing to anyone who wasn’t her, things like, “right foot,” in tones that suggested that if she died on the spot, that right foot would have somehow been the apex of her existence. Nor could she ever explain a fight after the fact in terms that Harrow could understand. But if her cavalier had been there, Harrow was fairly sure that she would have sucked her molars out of their sockets from sheer intensity of feeling.

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It was your curt, aggravated handwriting, curter and more aggravated than ever, like you’d written it in a hurry. I’d gotten so many letters in that handwriting, calling me names or bossing me around. You’d touched that letter, and I—you know it was killing me twice that you weren’t there, right? You must know it was destroying me to be there in your body, trying to keep your thumbs on, and I couldn’t even hear your damn voice?

tonight’s breakdown theme: soft mutual yearning for small things about each other that no one else could appreciate

Beatriz Machado at Edward Crutchley SS 20

Tower Princes

Watch Tracy Chapman Start a Quiet Revolution

You guys may be too young to remember, but I remember tuning in on TV with 600 million other viewers to watch Stevie Wonder live at Wembley Stadium for Nelson Mandela's 70th birthday celebration tribute in 1988. There were technical difficulties and Stevie Wonder couldn't go on yet. The crowd was antsy, milling around, singing their own songs. The TV cameras were rolling and the show had to go on, so TOTALLY UNKNOWN ARTIST TRACY CHAPMAN GOT UP ON STAGE AND PLAYED FAST CAR ARMED WITH ONLY HER GUITAR.

The crowd fell silent. Captivated by the absolute raw honesty and talent on display. Did we know we were witnessing history? A black queer artist who would rocket to fame and win a Grammy for this song the following year? I don't remember.

What I do remember is getting to the end of the song and not caring about Stevie Wonder any more. I wanted to know who this woman was!

Watch Tracy Chapman stun a rowdy crowd into silence:

Dog piñata!

(via MindyReminga)

thank you lesbians that make strange & unmarketable art

My two yr old is looking through a book about prehistoric art and she saw a picture of those cave painting of hands and she held up her own and said "hand!" And I gotta be honest. That hit