electric baba yaga

robby x samira x abbot is a ship that’s not for everyone but it’s certainly for me. robby being abbot and samira’s one point of contention. samira being abbot and robby’s. how robby is so envious of how easy and simple and uncomplicated abbot and samira want each other, and how they just go for it. the way robby disguises this as concern, how he always says “what about her career, abbot? what people will think?” and “how could you of all people be so careless with her?” and the unselfish part of him that really means it, all that red faced indignation, but he’s such a goddamn asshole it seems laughable to think he could be defending her. and samira, who doesn’t ask for much, who has come home from shifts where robby has taken more from her than he gave, who does not say anything to abbot until she does and even then it’s so…vague. he’s heard more from perlah and princess. it’s not some big fight between them but haunts their relationship like a ghost, this tension that comes from how much abbot doesn’t say even though he knows. how on bad days samira sometimes sees him standing side by side by robby laughing at the hub and thinks “if i asked him, would he pick me?” and on his own terrible ones how robby knows abbot would, in a heartbeat. how robby doesn’t blame him. how he sometimes thinks about abbot and samira together and it makes him ashamed. how on the roof one night he gets stupid, some version of jumping off only a little less deadly, and says, “i don’t hate her, you know. i never have. god if—i don’t know. if i was any smarter, maybe it would’ve been me. i don’t really blame you.” and it sits between abbot and robby like an unwelcome third before abbot says, “you’re not stupid, is the thing. oblivious, sometimes. stubborn, yeah. but stupid—no. you know what she wants from you and you withhold it because you’re afraid of what she could be to you if you weren’t holding her at arms length. she’s incredible, man and…god, beautiful. i wake up every day afraid she’s gonna get wise and leave me and i love her anyway because im not a goddamn coward.” how it begins there.

I will say as a great enjoyer of the Cis Hetero Romance Novel that if anywhere on the cover the author is described as writing good dirty talk you are inevitably going to run into a sex scene where the dude starts spouting off some shit like "I'm going to put my hard dong in your cute little pussy and freak it sensitive style"

“start your free trial now” what if i told u i am already experiencing trials. and the cost is more than i can bear

I will always reblog this

still remember how revolutionary this ad felt 10 years ago

excuse me but it still feels revolutionary

Keep reblogging until it feels normal everywhere.

the our x of y is collapsing meme is such low hanging fruit that i don't want to encourage it. intellectually, i disapprove of this as a meme format. but just about any time i see one, i make some kind of involuntary horse noise. goddamnit, got me again.

the kids are calling them "stone fruits." they start off small—think cherries. then they're hooked and they need a quick fix, they get peaches, maybe some nectarines. it's all they can think about. before you know it, they're trying the really hard stuff—apricots, plums. once they taste a mango there's no going back.

@luci-lle-e

SEPARATE CHURCH (AO3) AND STATE (TRADPUB)