we are oceans (being controlled by the pull of another).

dancingintherubble:

Accidental kisses. Karma/Amy, PG.

“Just a second, I know I’ve put my keys in here somewhere,” Amy says, digging deeper into her messenger bag.

“You could always use the spare key you gave me in case of emergencies,” Karma rolls her eyes and reaches into her own bag,” or, as I’ve come to call them, freaking Friday nights when you forget your keys at the art club.”

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Originally from it's gonna be fun.

As Lovers Go - Thrill Rides

ohhheyitsnic:

Previous Chapters can be found here

It’s late afternoon and you’ve just arrived to Adventureland and you’re already buzzing with excitement. It’s been years since you’ve been to an amusement park. When you suggested it to Santana last week, she looked hesitant at first but quickly agreed with the introduction of your pouty face.

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Originally from Wait....What?

whenthestarsalignweremain:

I am so sorry, but I had to. I usually write Dantana fanfiction, but I felt this was necessary. I was going to branch out into Bechloe and Hannily fanfiction, but I saw ‘Faking It’ yesterday and I had to. I’m so sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Faking It’ or any of it’s characters.
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A Sweet Dream
"So blue or black?" Karma raised each dress by their hangers that balanced on her finger tips. She’s been sifting through the stack of clothes she lugged to Amy’s house for the night. "This date with Liam can’t flunk. Well, it’s not a date date. He said "hang out", but same thing, right? It flight or crash and burn time. This has to be perfect.” She explained after Amy gave a heavy sigh and plopped back on her bed. Karma would never really know that her best friend’s stomach was actually in knots and that her palms were sweating profusely. They were just faking it all, right? Amy let out a grunt and let what was on her mind slip out.
 “I don’t get why you even like this guy. He is the exact definition of a man whore. You search through the nearest encyclopedia and his face is, boom, right under the definition. Oof!” The blonde looked over to her stomach where Karma had slammed down her pillow.
 “I don’t know why your so against it.” Karma analyzed the dresses again, clenching her jaw. “Blue. Blue is perfect.” Amy sat up.
 “I’m against it because you deserve better. Like I said, he can pretty much sleep with anyone he wants to and he pretty much has.” Karma rolled her eyes getting her clothes off Amy’s bed to lay atop of her suitcase. “There is someone out there, somewhere who will respect every part of you, not try to sleep with you because they think your just a “challenge”.” Karma just shook her head, slipping under the covers.
 “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She mumbled into the pillow before drifting off to sleep. It always amazed Amy how fast her friend could slip into unconsciousness. Then again, this was the same girl who threw up whenever she saw a cute guy so unusual quarks was Karma’s middle name. The blonde chuckled to herself, leaning over to kiss her friend on the cheek before getting under the covers on her side.
 “Trust me, I know exactly what I’m talking about.” Was the last thing Amy said before switching off the lights and falling asleep. ————————————- The birds chirped loudly outside Amy’s window. Somehow, a stream of sunlight managed to hit Amy perfectly in the eyes. She groaned, turning her face into her pillow to retreat black into the darkness. Then, she felt the warmth next to her. Karma was still here. She figured Karma would have gotten herself her daily dose of tea by now, but she was still here. Amy turned over to look at her, but just saw dark eyes looking back at her.
 “Morning.” Karma smiled sleepily.
 “Morning.” Amy replied. Karma’s hand reached out to rest on Amy’s side right above her hip bone, tracing light circles with her index finger. “What are you doing?” The blonde asked swallowing the lump that had formed. Not that she minded, but she knew how Karma really felt. Their romance was a fraud.
 “I thought about what you had said last night.” There was a long pause where her eyes lowered to look at her hand and the contact it made before she continued. “You were talking about yourself, weren’t you? Someone who would love me for all my quarks. You were talking about you…loving me.” She looked up with such vulnerability that it plucked at Amy’s heart string. Usually Karma was so bright and animated about making it to the top of the high school food chain that these sober moments made her question who the real Karma was: the lively, socially ambitious girl or the down-to-earth person she saw before her.
 “Yes.” Amy croaked, fearful that Karma might just leave her after the confession. Instead Karma leaned forward, molding their lips together. It was with more fire than the ones before, more passion. Maybe Karma has felt the same way, that they weren’t really faking this whole thing. Amy made her brain stop processing and just savor their lips melted together, reaching to hold her jaw in place. Karma pulled away only centimeters from where she was, her warm breath still hitting Amy’s lips.
 “Wake up.” She whispered.
 “What?” The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed.
 “Wake up, Amy. Wake up.” Amy’s eyes shot open to a different morning. “Wake up.” Karma’s hands were clenched around her shoulders, trying to awaken her friend. “Jesus, were you in a temporary coma? Come on. You’re mom’s insisting that you come down for breakfast.” Amy just nodded. Karma grinned and left the blonde in her room alone as she made her way to the kitchen. Amy sighed, turning on her side in defeat. She lay there for a while before she had a foolishly hopeful idea. She pinched her arm.
 “Ow. No, no. This is definitely reality.”
 And what a bummer that was too.

whenthestarsalignweremain:

I am so sorry, but I had to. I usually write Dantana fanfiction, but I felt this was necessary. I was going to branch out into Bechloe and Hannily fanfiction, but I saw ‘Faking It’ yesterday and I had to. I’m so sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own ‘Faking It’ or any of it’s characters.

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A Sweet Dream

"So blue or black?" Karma raised each dress by their hangers that balanced on her finger tips. She’s been sifting through the stack of clothes she lugged to Amy’s house for the night. "This date with Liam can’t flunk. Well, it’s not a date date. He said "hang out", but same thing, right? It flight or crash and burn time. This has to be perfect.” She explained after Amy gave a heavy sigh and plopped back on her bed. Karma would never really know that her best friend’s stomach was actually in knots and that her palms were sweating profusely. They were just faking it all, right? Amy let out a grunt and let what was on her mind slip out.


“I don’t get why you even like this guy. He is the exact definition of a man whore. You search through the nearest encyclopedia and his face is, boom, right under the definition. Oof!” The blonde looked over to her stomach where Karma had slammed down her pillow.


“I don’t know why your so against it.” Karma analyzed the dresses again, clenching her jaw. “Blue. Blue is perfect.” Amy sat up.


“I’m against it because you deserve better. Like I said, he can pretty much sleep with anyone he wants to and he pretty much has.” Karma rolled her eyes getting her clothes off Amy’s bed to lay atop of her suitcase. “There is someone out there, somewhere who will respect every part of you, not try to sleep with you because they think your just a “challenge”.” Karma just shook her head, slipping under the covers.


“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She mumbled into the pillow before drifting off to sleep. It always amazed Amy how fast her friend could slip into unconsciousness. Then again, this was the same girl who threw up whenever she saw a cute guy so unusual quarks was Karma’s middle name. The blonde chuckled to herself, leaning over to kiss her friend on the cheek before getting under the covers on her side.


“Trust me, I know exactly what I’m talking about.” Was the last thing Amy said before switching off the lights and falling asleep.
————————————-
The birds chirped loudly outside Amy’s window. Somehow, a stream of sunlight managed to hit Amy perfectly in the eyes. She groaned, turning her face into her pillow to retreat black into the darkness. Then, she felt the warmth next to her. Karma was still here. She figured Karma would have gotten herself her daily dose of tea by now, but she was still here. Amy turned over to look at her, but just saw dark eyes looking back at her.


“Morning.” Karma smiled sleepily.


“Morning.” Amy replied. Karma’s hand reached out to rest on Amy’s side right above her hip bone, tracing light circles with her index finger. “What are you doing?” The blonde asked swallowing the lump that had formed. Not that she minded, but she knew how Karma really felt. Their romance was a fraud.


“I thought about what you had said last night.” There was a long pause where her eyes lowered to look at her hand and the contact it made before she continued. “You were talking about yourself, weren’t you? Someone who would love me for all my quarks. You were talking about you…loving me.” She looked up with such vulnerability that it plucked at Amy’s heart string. Usually Karma was so bright and animated about making it to the top of the high school food chain that these sober moments made her question who the real Karma was: the lively, socially ambitious girl or the down-to-earth person she saw before her.


“Yes.” Amy croaked, fearful that Karma might just leave her after the confession. Instead Karma leaned forward, molding their lips together. It was with more fire than the ones before, more passion. Maybe Karma has felt the same way, that they weren’t really faking this whole thing. Amy made her brain stop processing and just savor their lips melted together, reaching to hold her jaw in place. Karma pulled away only centimeters from where she was, her warm breath still hitting Amy’s lips.


“Wake up.” She whispered.


“What?” The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed.


“Wake up, Amy. Wake up.” Amy’s eyes shot open to a different morning. “Wake up.” Karma’s hands were clenched around her shoulders, trying to awaken her friend. “Jesus, were you in a temporary coma? Come on. You’re mom’s insisting that you come down for breakfast.” Amy just nodded. Karma grinned and left the blonde in her room alone as she made her way to the kitchen. Amy sighed, turning on her side in defeat. She lay there for a while before she had a foolishly hopeful idea. She pinched her arm.


“Ow. No, no. This is definitely reality.”


And what a bummer that was too.

Originally from Life Should Leave You Breathless

Why Are There No Butch Lesbians on Television?

http://www.slate.com/blogs/outward/2014/04/17/butch_lesbians_on_television_why_are_all_the_television_lesbians_femme.html

mad-cow-mama:

Thank goodness for The L Word and Portia de Rossi. Before the mid-aughts, when the former premiered and the latter came out of the closet, the pernicious stereotype of the mannish, poorly dressed lesbian dominated the public perception. But, thanks to the hyperfeminine “new lesbian” of the 2000s, at long last feminine lesbians began to be represented in the media, helping them in their long, ongoing struggle against the dreaded femme invisibility. In this exciting new era, lesbian women grow up knowing that rather than being largely immune to society’s punitive and unrealistic standards of female beauty, they, too, can spend their lives in pursuit of them. Hoo. Ray.

Don’t get me wrong—it’s great that we’re being represented at all. The very existence of a show like The Fosters (with a fully realized lesbian couple at the heart of things) is wonderful. I grew up in the 1990s, and if someone had tried to make a list of the top 25 lesbian characters on television in 1991, when Sandra Bernhardt first appeared on Roseanne, or in 1997, when Ellen came out, they’d have come up 23 or 24 lesbians short. But, even back in the day, the gay women who showed up on screens tended to be feminine ones. As the ranks of TV femmes grow ever larger, it’s starting to get just a little bit annoying for a proud butch lesbian like me.

The harm done to women and girls by the media’s unrealistic standards of female beauty has been pointed out, harped on, and railed against by better women than I for as far back as I can remember. So I understand why most of the lesbians on television are conventionally pretty girls—most of the women on TV are, and it seems that gay women are no exception. But if there was any benefit to our long years of invisibility, perhaps it was that we were able to gain some measure of immunity from the standards and expectations imposed on other women. The triumph of the media-friendly femme chips away at the one advantage we once had: the freedom to define ourselves without the fetters of the mass culture telling us how to look, dress, and comport ourselves.

Somehow we’ve even come to a point where it’s easier to think of straight butch TV characters—Game of Thrones’ Brienne of Tarth, Coaches Shannon Beiste and Sue Sylvester of Glee, and Battlestar Galactica’s Starbuck, to name a few, than it is to come up with an actual butch lesbian. (OK, there’s Big Boo on Orange Is the New Black, but that’s it.) Meanwhile, the Fosters are femme, Arizona and Callie are femmer, and Santana and Brittany are the femmest. Even Emily’s girlfriend Paige McCullers on Pretty Little Liars grows more feminine by the episode.

I blame a lack of imagination in Hollywood, because butch ladies could make great characters. A blunt-spoken butch could easily fit the archetype of a fool who speaks truth to power. A wisecracking butch would make for an ideal sidekick. A hypercompetitive butch would be a fun villain, while a sensitive butch could be a hero. The only thing standing in the way is the complete and total inability of Hollywood to see uses for women as anything other than eye candy. Luckily for us, that’s sure to fall by the wayside any day now.

Vanessa Vitiello is a freelance writer who draws the web comic Tiny Butch Adventures.

Originally from Daydreams of a Mad Cow