Can Barb And Melissa Just Makeout Already

Just so everyone knows......

Lisa is fully aware who the Melissa Schemmenti fans are-

i think all people should like the things i like so we can all talk about them together and also i have impeccable taste

anyways go read masters of death by olivie blake

That moment when you finally understand what it means for someone to be so pretty it hurts

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I mean, you're obviously President Barack Obama, right?

well obviously

also can everyone stop stealing my shoelaces now >:(

/j

Dovey x Lesso, 11? 💜

11. “This must be a mistake."

“This must be a mistake."

Clarissa paused. She was only a third of the way through her carefully-prepared speech, and of all the reactions she had planned for, that was not one of them. 

“What?”

Lesso’s face was even paler than usual, and her eyes were wide. She reached out and gently took Clarissa by the shoulders. “Who put you up to this? Did you drink something a warlock gave you? I’ll kill him.”

“What are you talking about?” Clarissa was at a complete loss. She had spent weeks trying to figure out how to tell Lesso she loved her, and this was the response she got? “Lesso, no one put me up to this. I just thought–”

Lesso clamped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t say anything else. Whatever this spell is, we can fix it. You can go back to normal, and we can forget all about it.”

Clarissa let out an indignant huff. A tiny part of her wanted to just bite Lesso, but she chose the mature route and reached up to pull her hand away. Lesso’s other hand dropped from her shoulder. “I’m not under a spell. I’m trying to tell you that I love you. And if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, but you don’t have to–”

“But that’s exactly what I’m saying!” Lesso cried. “You can’t lo–...” she swallowed. “You can’t have those feelings for me. Not without some kind of fucked up hex.”

Clarissa put her hands on her hips. “Don’t tell me what I can or can’t feel,” she growled. “For Storian’s sake, just say you’re not interested and let it drop.”

“Not interested?” Lesso’s laugh was high-pitched and entirely mirthless. “My interest has nothing to do with this.”

“Your interest?” Clarissa raised an eyebrow. Her disappointment began to fade, suddenly replaced with a curious spark of hope. 

“My–wait.” Lesso stepped back and her gaze skittered away. “Whatever, this has nothing to do with me.”

“I think it does.” Clarissa took a step towards her. “I just told you that I love you and your first thought is that I would only ever say that if I was under some sort of evil enchantment.”

“Because it’s true,” Lesso hissed. “It wouldn’t make any sense–”

Clarissa let out an exasperated huff of laughter. “We run the School for Good and Evil, when has anything in our lives ever made sense?” 

Lesso’s protest died on her tongue. She looked so small, for all the world like a frightened woodland creature. The big bad wolf, reduced to a shivering puppy by someone talking about their feelings. Clarissa’s heart swelled with love, enough to drown out her frustration with this mad, impossible woman. 

“Would this be any more nonsensical than you being in love with me?” she asked quietly. 

“Yes.” 

“Why is that?”

“Because it’s impossible to not fall in love with you,” Lesso mumbled. Her eyes were still averted, gaze firmly fixed on the ground. 

“Lesso, look at me.” When the other woman did not comply, Clarissa reached out and tilted her chin up with her index finger. “I love you. I have been in love with you for some time now. And it might not make any sense, but it’s true. Now what do you want to do about it?” She kept the tip of her finger under Lesso’s chin, unwilling to break that tiny bit of contact. 

Lesso stared at her for several interminably long seconds as every emotion known to man flashed across her face. Finally, finally she landed on acceptance. 

Before Clarissa could react she surged forward, pulling the fairy godmother into a searing kiss. A soft squeak bubbled up in Clarissa’s throat, but it was quickly replaced with a pleased hum. Her eyes slid shut and she pressed forward, sliding her hands under Lesso’s coat and resting them on the smooth planes of her back. 

Lesso froze and pulled back slightly. “Shit, I should have asked if you were okay with that, I know you Evers–”

“Stop talking and just kiss me,” Clarissa panted.

For once, Lesso didn’t argue with her. 

Regina: Alright, what pizza toppings should we order? Emma: Anchovies and pineapple. Snow: I like beets! Zelena: Have you guys ever had a cheese-less pizza? Regina: I’m disowning all of you.

okay i've had multiple anons asking for my opinion so i'm just gonna say this here: i think y'all are thinking about the hayffie age gap a little too hard.

at most they are 5-6 years apart. and this isn't me condoning university grads getting into relationships with high school students but, and here's the thing, hayffie literally aren't romantic at this point and (by general fandom lore standards) they won't be for a very, very long time. most hayffie lore has them getting together in their late 30s to 40s. and idk if the mere idea of an adult effie seeing a teenage haymitch like at most 3 to 4 times across the span of several years before he becomes an adult himself makes you uncomfortable i don't really know what to tell you. even after they're both adults, i feel like it's a loooong road before they start looking at eachother with even the slightest bit of attraction, by which point i feel like the 5-6 years is kinda superfluous. the fact that there is no indication of the age different in thg and cf should tell u exactly how superfluous it is by the time they hit middle age.

The person I reblogged this from deserves happiness and love

i think we are pretty used to it by now right? Anyway, Sunrise on the reaping’ spoiler bellow

Drusilla and Magno Stift

“some people should never get married”