but it’s funny how straight women think they have a right to tell queer women how to interpret subtext I mean. you don’t have a right to tell anyone that, but esp. not queer people who are looking for representation and visibility.
or fuck, maybe I think the way regina looks at emma is the way you look at someone when you want to rip their clothes off it’s not your fucking business
When Michonne said her son’s name was Andre, I couldn’t help wondering if, when she learned that the woman she saved in the forest was named Andrea, if she thought she’d been sent some reminder of her son, to keep her going, to protect Andrea.
I wonder if she ever shared any of her story with Andrea on those long nights where Andrea was half-dead and needed motivation and strength to keep her going. If Michonne believed Andre was keeping them going.
And, while she grew to care about Andrea and love Andrea in her own right, during all those months hiding and running, I wonder if, when she lost Andrea, she felt like some part of her was losing her son all over again.
I am either the most relentless person on the face of the planet or the most stubborn but "I never told anyone before now" doesn't mean "I was never talking to my dead boyfriend and a certain travel companion overheard me" what
100% done with the continuity of Walking Dead. You “never told anyone before?!??!?” So basically Andrea’s friends get to know Michonne better than Andrea. I really believe this “best-friends” thing you tried to put in the show.
Despite popular belief, TWD fandom, when a lesbian character interacts with a man in any sense does not actually mean she’ll suddenly realize she was hey presto, heterosexual all along and want a romantic relationship with him.
I know that canonically queer ladies confuse you all in a fandom that is so heteronormative it makes me want to cry, but they exist!
We exist! We aren’t just legends!
Again I know this is hard for you all to understand, so many people believe Tara will see a male and run into his manly arms and embrace and suddenly all those homosexual tendencies will just melt away!
Keep being classy TWD fandom, you’re all absolute stars.
Andrea’s eyes slipped close when she felt her companion’s calloused fingers trailing down her stomach now and she found her abdomen rising and falling quickly with her ragged panting, her lips parted as her hot breath shortened as she leaned her body into Michonne’s touch. Before she could speak again the other woman began to fiddle with the bottom buttons on the faded garment, each button slipping from the material with a quiet pop as soon the shirt Andrea was wearing fell open and the softness of Michonne’s lips started to fall against her middle, the tips of the warrior’s dreads brushing against Andrea’s bare skin causing a small smile to spread across her lips.
Andrea gasped as she felt the other woman’s calloused palm fall against her stomach just under her ribs, her hips wriggling slightly even as she leaned her head back as Michonne’s fingers soon made their way under her bra to unhook the garment from behind her shoulder blades. Andrea could only manage to lay there as Michonne pulled the bra from around her shoulders and pushed it over to the side of the makeshift bed, the warrior’s lips still falling against Andrea’s stomach softly.
Ok, can I just say it? Sentimental as hell here, but…
I occasionally blog what comes up on my personal dash if it’s Michonne/Andrea/Danai/Laurie etc during the week.
And then come Sunday now, with the show being back on, I have all of you to interact with, be it through asks and anons, or comments on posts.
And out of the few side blogs I run, this one really has that sense of community here. We all bonded over a ship that should have sailed, and even when we lost one half, we stuck together and supported each other.
So I just want to say thank you for staying around, and I look forward to many more Sundays with you all.
Ok so, we all know Michonne and Andrea loved each other, but when/how did it happen? Can you picture the conversation the had? I just have a lot of feels.
Michonne was always the quieter of the pair, settling for the simplest of caresses or gestures. She didn’t need to voice what was on her mind when she could express it. She had been closed off; and yet, she had let Andrea in.
It was the colder nights, the ones where they had to stay together for body heat that Andrea always enjoyed. Despite Michonne’s original stubbornness, they soon found themselves needing the other to survive. Need turned to want, and want turned to adoration. Adoration turned… to love.
Both knew it, though they never really needed to say it directly. Still… it was the simplest of ‘I love you’s when Andrea thought Michonne had already fallen asleep. It was the slow turning look, and for the first time in months, the flash of teeth bright against a darker complexion in a full smile.
She still didn’t need to say it; the kiss that followed said it all.