Midnight Pals: Ladies of Llangollen (Patreon)

Mary Shelley: sup fuckers
Shelley: what's going on here
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] ah mary what a vision you are
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] percy and i were just about to visit the ladies of llangollen
Shelley: why are my boyfriends sneaking around together behind my back

Mary Shelley: what the hell is this ladies of llangollen bullshit
Lord Byron: [tossing hair] ah see mary it's a most curious thing
Byron: [tossing hair] two women living together
Byron: [tossing hair] science simply can't explain it
Mary Shelley: they're lesbians byron

Byron: [tossing hair] no see it's these 2 women living together
Byron: [tossing hair] and their lady servant too
Byron: [tossing hair] explain that!
Mary Shelley: what's so hard to understand? it's a fuckin polycule
Mary Shelley: we're literally in one

Lord Byron: [tossing hair] lesbians?
Byron: [tossing hair] oh ho ho only cuz they haven't met me yet!
Byron: [tossing hair] isn't that right percy old man?
Percy Shelley: yes dear

Byron: [tossing hair] now we're off!
Mary Shelley: why're you going all the way to llangollen
Mary Shelley: we got perfectly good lesbians at home
Byron: [tossing hair] what?
Mary Shelley: you heard me fucker

Mary Shelley: byron are you just going to llangollen to hide from your ex girlfriend
Byron: [tossing hair] ha ha mary what a ridiculous notion
Byron: [tossing hair] ha ha just uh
Byron: [tossing hair] ridiculous

Mary Shelley: so it wouldn't bother you if caroline lamb also visited the ladies of llangollen then
Byron: [tossing hair] it wouldn't bother me at all
Byron: [pausing mid hair toss] why? is she there? what did you hear?

[at llangollen]
Byron: [tossing hair] delightfully devilish byron, caroline lamb will never think to look for you here
Caroline Lamb: [barging into llangollen] WHERE'S BYRON
Lamb: I KNOW HE'S HERE
Lamb: DON'T YOU LESBIANS LIE TO ME
Lamb: I CAN SMELL HIS AXE BODY SPRAY

William Wordsworth: i was so inspired by those ladies of llangollen that i wrote a sonnet about them
Wordsworth: "there once was a girl from nantucket..."
Mary Shelley: that's not a fuckin sonnet
Wordsworth: uh excuse me i think i know sonnets