My Gay Outlet

may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

anyway for any of my dormant sleeper agent kigo shippers, might i recommend:

Test of Time (114838 words) by JinkyCanon Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Kim Possible (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kim Possible/Shego Characters: Kim Possible, Shego (Kim Possible) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Feels, Accidental Bonding, Medical Trauma, I Will Go Down With This Ship, I Ship It, Romantic Angst, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Slow Build, Good versus Evil, POV Third Person Omniscient, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Flirting, Time Skips, Work In Progress, Useless Lesbians, Lesbian Character, Women Being Awesome, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Romantic Fluff, Comfort/Angst, Tags Are Hard, Suggestive Themes, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Universe, Sorry Not Sorry, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Emotional Porn, Rated For Violence, Mild Gore, Blood and Injury, updates regularly Summary: "So you did call. To what do I owe the pleasure, Kimmie?" Shego was as smug and taunting as ever. Kim swallowed hard before answering, trying to muster the strength to utter an impossible sentence. There was a pause long enough to warrant Shego's voice again, "What's the matter, Pumpkin? Cat caught your tongue?" It was practically a purr. In a voice that cracked with fear and hoarse with pain, Kim could only manage one word. "Shego…" There was a brief pause. Somehow, the line became cold, and before Kim could finish her meek sentence, the other woman spoke. "Where?"

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OLD WOMEN YURI

FUCKING OLD WOMEN YURI

“What are you doing here?” “I should ask that of you. Seriously, Elphie, a religious convent? Who have you become?” “A ghost,” said Elphaba. “If I'm anything at all.” “You were always a ghost. Even back at Shiz, you were.”

Or, Glinda visits the cloister of her namesake. Things spiral from there.

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In chapter 70, the road ends—but the family carries on. The world changes, and love remains.

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That you voted for the orange-dipped dude who ran with a different VP because the last one was nearly hanged for not breaking democracy, because you’ve been getting fewer hours at your job these days?

You want me to believe that you voted for someone who nearly every economist in the world has said will grow our debt (which he did by the third largest amount ever the last time), increase our costs, raise inflation and destroy our GDP because a burger and fries at Five Guys is more expensive than it used to be?

You want me to believe that you voted for the drink bleach guy who golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day because you had it so much better then, when you were stockpiling toilet paper, than you do now?

You want me to believe that you voted for the guy who had 4 years to pass an infrastructure bill and didn’t, the guy who promised Mexico would pay for the wall when they didn’t, the guy who promised to bring manufacturing back, lower the cost of prescription drugs and end the opioid crisis but didn’t, because you preferred his “policies”?

You want me to believe you voted for the “grab em by the pussy” guy who wants to destroy the Department of Education and to repeal the ACA despite the fact that he has nothing more than “concepts of a plan” to replace it, the guy who will roll back environmental protections, strip women and minorities of more rights, the guy who will hand Ukraine to Putin and Gaza to Netanyahu, the guy who has said he will be a “dictator on day one”, because you’re worried about losing your gas stove?

I’m sorry, but I don’t believe any of that, and frankly, I’m not sure you believe it either.

Because the truth is that your vote wasn’t about any of that.

You voted for the traitorous embodiment of the 7 deadly sins because when it came to casting your ballot for a Black woman, you just couldn’t do it.

And because you like getting away with being your worst self.

And because life is a whole lot easier to stomach when all that has gone wrong for you, is someone else’s fault.

Let’s be honest here, that is what it was.

So when the price of eggs is $18, and your Latino neighbors have been deported or moved to some f’d up “camp” to pick the strawberries none of you will pick, and your miscarrying wife has to contend with sepsis before she’s allowed to have an abortion, and your autistic child is unable to get the early intervention they desperately need, please remember what it really was that you voted for.