it took me 3 times reading this post to realized that (wild) meant living in the wild and wasn’t just a casual remark on the longevity of these organisms
op this is SUCH a lovely collection of fun romances. i don’t usually comment on reblogs but i hope it’s cool if i expound on a couple that i’ve read just in case someone is looking at this list and isn’t sure where to start. there are just some things that are nice to know going in, that aren’t necessarily found in plot summaries.
departure from the script by jae – this is a very very VERY sweet story. there really honestly isn’t a huge plot. if you like mundane fanfiction-y type pieces, i would say this would suit you nicely. it really is just two women meeting and slowly falling in love. the other two books in the series (damage control and just physical) are a little meatier, though not butch/fem like this one.
second nature by jae – a fun supernatural read! and a little different than your usual werewolf/shapeshifter story. (the butch lead shifts into a liger.) fun read, pretty hot, but it’s by jae so don’t expect a lot of steamy supernatural sex. it’s a little more plot heavy, and her stuff is almost always slow-burn with one concluding love scene
backwards to oregon by jae – honestly you can debate about whether this is about a butch lesbian or a transgender man, despite the author using ‘she’ pronouns in the narration. it’s hard to assign gender in historical contexts though (this takes place on the oregon trail). the interpretation is ultimately up to you. it’s a nice story however you read it. it’s also by jae so it’s a slow burn as well. also the lead is a former prostitute so warnings for a few attempts of rape/assault, and she spends almost the whole book pregnant which i wish i knew going in because i really hate reading pregnancy stories lmao just not for me.
the cain casey series by ali vali – i only read the first book and it wasn’t my favourite thing ever, but it is a VERY popular series. you have to accept that you are reading this for fantasy and escapism and nothing else. it’s about a crime family and it’s cool i guess but i had a lot of problems with its character framing. i also don’t like books that start AFTER a break-up, even if it’s about getting together again, because the entire narrative is saturated in angst, so you have to be in the mood for that.
the princess and the prix by nell stark – SO MUCH FUN! a princess and a race car driver! that being said, neither lead is butch. i imagine the race car driver is the closest character, and she is DEFINITELY a more masculine woman, but butch means something very specific and she isn’t that. she is mad sexy, though, as is this book.
coincidentally, i would say the lead in the first princess book by nell stark, the princess affair, actually IS butch, at least more so than the one in princess and the prix. she still doesn’t explicitly identify as such, but you can see the difference in their character.
the color of love by radclyffe – THE PLOT SUMMARY IS VERY MISLEADING and i’m still bitter about it lmao. it’s a fun romance but given the summary, i thought it was about a fake marriage where they fall in love, which is always fun, but it’s not at all. it’s really just two women meeting and falling in love normally. i recommend it but i was disappointed when the whole reason i bought it (the fake marriage thing) wasn’t mentioned till the 80% mark and not even as an active thing lmao
BOOKS NUMBERED 14-18. JENNY FRAME BOOKS. okay, listen, her books, more than any, are the most explicit and outright butch/fem cheap penny paperback romance novels. they are the cheesiest, fluffiest pieces of fiction you will ever read. they can be read in a single sitting because they’re easy to get through, and don’t require a lot of deep thought. you read them to relax and feel good. they also always have butches and their fems together The Way We Like To Be, having sex The Way We Do, and engaging in our attraction That Way, and if you know what i mean Then You Know What I Mean and her books are for you. they are sweet and loaded down with sexiness and cheesy as fuck. really. so so so so so cheesy. please don’t expect high lit. she doesn’t write that and she seems to relish in it and i can damn well respect that.
every single book of hers is butch/fem, even those not on this list. they’re cheap and they’re quick and they’re fun. perfect rainy day reads, all of them. (unexpected is also a pregnancy storyline, though, just fyi)
21-23 are anthologies and they are really great ones. I won’t review every short story but they are perfect for this list because while there are dozens of lesbian erotic anthologies, and a few butch/fem ones, those are good places to start.
goldenseal by gill mcknight – ah, the garouls. lesbian werewolves by the truckload. not necessarily explicitly butch/fem but certainly leads in that direction, what with the sexy broody werewolf lesbos. there’s a few books in this series and they’re all pretty good. if you only read one, though, i would personally recommend the second one, ambereye. (also goldenseal has one kinda funny love scene that, like, is fine for steamy erotic werewolf sex fiction, but if someone pulled that crap with you in bed in real life you’d have to smack them and walk away, regardless of their sex appeal.)
anyway, i won’t talk about them all. i have some other fave butch/fem books (or similar to that, and a couple butch/butch as well!) so if someone ploughs through these and is still looking for more, always feel free to message.
again, thank you, op! also thank you for all the links! i’m sure that wasn’t easy work, ha. ❤
Okay but like actually this is the most thoughtful gift IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
It might seem to make more sense to give Ron the precious family heirloom (remember that Molly’s brother Fabian died in the First Wizarding War; Molly has held onto his watch out of sentimentality since then). But Ron is the sixth son in his (canonically financially-struggling) family. He’s been forced into hand-me-downs his whole life. If he’d gotten the watch with a dent in the back, he wouldn’t have appreciated it; he’d only have seen the flaw. And if his mum bought Harry a new watch instead of getting Ron one, Ron would have resented that. A new watch was a worthwhile expense to get Ron a rare taste of the luxury and individual attention he has always craved.
Harry, though. Harry has money; Harry has new things. What Harry does not have is family. Harry is an orphan. Other than one photo album and the invisibility cloak, he doesn’t have anything that came with family history attached. What Molly does here is give him that; she makes him part of the family, symbolically, by giving him an emotionally significant if physically imperfect item. She gives him love in a tangible form.
This is why I will fight anyone who insults the Weasleys.
When you’ve dedicated your life to words, it’s important to go out eloquently.
Ernest Hemingway: “Goodnight my kitten.” Spoken to his wife before he killed himself.
Jane Austen: “I want nothing but death.” In response to her sister, Cassandra, who was asking her if she wanted anything.
J.M Barrie: “I can’t sleep.”
L. Frank Baum: “Now I can cross the shifting sands.”
Edgar Allan Poe: “Lord help my poor soul.”
Thomas Hobbes: “I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark,”
Alfred Jarry: “I am dying…please, bring me a toothpick.”
Hunter S. Thompson: “Relax — this won’t hurt.”
Henrik Ibsen: “On the contrary!”
Anton Chekhov: “I haven’t had champagne for a long time.”
Mark Twain: “Good bye. If we meet—” Spoken to his daughter Clara.
Louisa May Alcott: “Is it not meningitis?” Alcott did not have meningitis, though she believed it to be so. She died from mercury poison.
Jean Cocteau: “Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.”
Washington Irving: “I have to set my pillows one more night, when will this end already?”
Leo Tolstoy: “But the peasants…how do the peasants die?”
Hans Christian Andersen: “Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more.”
Charles Dickens: “On the ground!” He suffered a stroke outside his home and was asking to be laid on the ground.
H.G. Wells: “Go away! I’m all right.” He didn’t know he was dying.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: “More light.”
W.C. Fields: “Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it except you, Carlotta!” “Carlotta” was Carlotta Monti, actress and his mistress.
Voltaire: “Now, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.” When asked by a priest to renounce Satan.
Dylan Thomas: “I’ve had 18 straight whiskies…I think that’s the record.”
George Bernard Shaw: “Dying is easy, comedy is hard.”
Henry David Thoreau: “Moose…Indian.”
James Joyce: “Does nobody understand?”
Oscar Wilde: “Either the wallpaper goes, or I do.”
Bob Hope: “Surprise me.” He was responding to his wife asking where he wanted to be buried.
Roald Dahl’s last words are commonly believed to be “you know, I’m not frightened. It’s just that I will miss you all so much!” which are the perfect last words. But, after he appeared to fall unconscious, a nurse injected him with morphine to ease his passing. His actual last words were a whispered “ow, fuck”
Salvador Dali hoped his last words would be “I do not believe in my death,” but instead, they were actually, “Where is my clock?”
Emily Dickinson: “I must go in, the fog is rising.”
Tag yourself. I’m HG Wells.
I’m James Joyce
No, but no one is explaining Ibsen!!
He had been really fucking sick for days, and woke up from a feverish night. His nurse? Wife? Asked him if he was feeling better. He smiled, said “On the contrary!” And died.
Plume de Lynx 