Heyy i saw your post about drag race, the season you're referring is probably season 7. I never seen someone who likes atla that is also interested with drag race like me so I'm giddy what's your favorite season and who's your favorite queens?

Ooohhhhh yassssss mamaaaa

I figure out it's season 7 after I remember violet's runway. I just rewatch it actually lol. Yeah, I think it's rare because I never meet someone irl that like atla and rpdr at the same time, so I have different sets of friends I talk my interest about because if I think about something I love I feel like I'm going to blow up if I don't vent out my thoughts 😂. For my fav season All Star 2 probably and then my top 3 favorite regular season are:

1.) Season 5- it have many iconic queens, iconic moments and lipsyncs plus it had the most diverse maxi challenges.

2.) Season 6- great set of queens, the drama and untucked this season just gets me 💀

3. ) Season 7- well many people find this season boring but it's actually not. The challenges given to the girls sucks they bombarded them with various acting challenges. Many queens this season are ironically funny plus this season probably has the most successful queens which brings me to my favs because most of them came from season 7 😂.

I have many favs but on my top list are: Katya, Violet, Pearl, Trixie and Fame (all of them came from s7 😂). I also love Tatianna, Manila, Alyssa, Coco, Rolaskatox, Raja, Adore, Jinkx, Kim chi, Bob, Sasha, Shea and many more.

I actually stop watching by season 10 and I barely what S10 but now I'm trying to get to it again started watching s15 yesterday.

Season 7 (2015)

With just about every competition show I've followed, whenever there's a highly praised season, the one that follows it is almost always disliked. And Season 7 of Drag Race is no exception. It has a pretty bad reputation. Is it warranted though? I think to some degree it is. On paper, this should be a strong cast, but they quickly divide between the younger queens vs the bitter older queens, and the latter group is pretty unlikeable. Actually the younger are pretty unlikeable at times as well, including the winner. One of the biggest issues with Season 7 is the challenges. There's so many acting ones. There's SEVEN team challenges for some reason. And the producers tried to add twists, but a lot of their ideas didn't pay off. The premiere ditched the photoshoot and replaced it with the first ever Fashion Show, which ate up so much time that we didn't really get to know much of the cast. The first runway was the Nude Illusion, which was a flop. The Merle Ginsberg skits had such weird writing. The whole Conjoined Twins Makeover was weird too. As was the half-man/half-woman design. And the Hello Kitty Ball was a disappointment too. Plus there was TWO singing challenges! The second one even involved a sketch about poo. On the other hand, the award show was something new, and I think that one worked. I laughed at Kathy Griffin tearing apart everyone's banter. The Snatch Game was one of the best; it's also the first instance of queens impersonating past contestants. And the Rusical was good but had too much screaming. I also really question the judging throughout the season. I disagree with so many challenge winners. Pearl shouldn't have won the lip sync against Trixie. Pearl shouldn't have made Final 3. It seemed like they were protecting Fame and Violet from lip syncing. Max was done really dirty. And Katya was robbed. Also, the returnee twist came back. But I'm glad that a challenge was used to determine the returnee instead of the producers just handpicking whoever they wanted. Although I think Trixie was the favourite to return either way. Pearl being her partner in the Makeover really played into that storyline. Another reason I lose interest in this season is because my top 3 favourites get knocked out at 8th/7th/5th, and while I don't hate the Final 4 necessarily, it just feels like an underwhelming ending. I think Ginger was supposed to be the winner too, but the audience wasn't behind her, and that's what matter these days. There's some production changes in Season 7 too. Santino was replaced by Ross and Carson alternating, since Santino's knowledge didn't apply to where the show was headed. The Untucked location was moved to the backstage area. It's the first season where the eliminated queens take home a participation trophy at the end of every episode. It's the first time that Ru shows the childhood photos during the final critique. And the "She-Mail" videos were thankfully changed to "she done already done had herses". They also kept "Sissy That Walk" for the runways, proving that it is the best runway song. Season 7 definitely has its share of drama. From Sasha vs Pearl, to Tempest vs Kandy, to Kennedy vs Violet, to Fame vs Peal. There's also the infamous Pearl vs Ru stand-off. As well as Ru yelling at the losing team in "ShakesQueer". This season goes off the rails at times doesn't it? But I don't think it's as bad as its reputation says.

Queens Ranking: 14. Frisbee Jenkins (FKA Sasha Belle) A superfan who did her homework! But it didn't do her any good. All of Frisbee/Sasha's looks were pretty unpolished - the orange harness in her entrance, her wig in the Spring look, the crab design in her Fall look (where she also tossed a fan lol), her raggedy Jetset Eleganza, and of course the Nude Illusion where she misunderstand the assignment. I still don't understand how she wasn't in the bottom 2 in that first episode. She also said Pearl should go home because she's "standoffish" and lacks charisma, which lead to some tension between them. And then in the Rusical, she didn't like her role; while during the performance, she unclipped her hair for whatever reason. 13. Kandy Ho "Right on my alley". Kandy only made it as far as she did because of her lip sync moves. She got quite into it during "Lovergirl", which I enjoyed more than "Geronimo". But then Jaidyn outdid her in "Break Free". That elimination was long overdue. Kandy started the season commenting on Tempest's age, basically saying that her style is passé. She shouldn't have been bottom 2 in the first episode, but I guess production wanted to play up the storyline. Her fashion show looks were pretty bad though and she was read for contouring a beard. However once Tempest left, Kandy was kind of just... "there" for the next 5 episodes. She had some sexy hand movements in the Rusical, but her other performances were pretty boring. While her acting as RuPaul was too hammy, and not in a fun Max way. She wasn't nice about Fame in the Conjoined Twins episode too. 12. Tempest DuJour Despite Tempest being a costume designer, I wasn't a fan of any of her looks. She popped a baby in her entrance, her Spring outfit should've been left behind in the 60s, her Fall outfit was that black poncho thing, and her Nude Illusion involved golden crabs around her waist. But I loved her message about not letting age stop you from reaching your dreams; her weight loss story and her dealing with conversion therapy were also personal moments. Otherwise, Tempest had some conflict with Kandy, and I guess that's why they were bottom 2 together. And her squiggly arms in the lip sync lacked conviction. But I end up not caring about Tempest that much. 11. Ginger Minj Ginger was a contender from the start, but I liked her less and less as the season went on. She just seemed fake and two-faced? She constantly talked s**t about other queens in Untucked, basically stirring the pot, but acted so congenial and defensive at the same time. She said Fame wasn't a "performer performer" and claimed she didn't mean to start s**t. She became Pearl's friend in the episode 11 Untucked, then threw her under the bus next episode. And towards the end, Ginger got in her head whenever there was a sewing or dancing challenge. She wound up in the bottom 2 twice because of it. The conjoined boobs didn't even look like boobs; she also got annoyed at Sasha during that challenge. She overcame it in the Rusical though, which she actually won. She stood out as the center role during her team's section, but I wouldn't call it a winning performance. Otherwise, Ginger excelled at the comedy challenges - the award show, playing a demonic Michelle Visage, Adele in Snatch Game, her bit about the eggs in the John Waters film. I'd say she had the best "Born Naked" skit too. She was good at giving comedic faces and brought that comedy to the lip syncs. But her runways weren't all that either. Her glittering red Spring look is probably my fave. 10. Trixie Mattel Overrated. Trixie was "meh" in Season 7. She has a signature make-up style and she brought some campy looks - the tennis Nude Illusion, the plane on her head for Jetset Eleganza (which Jasmine and Ginger did not get on Untucked). And her Rusical performance was her best challenge moment. But she left early because she didn't deliver on initial expectations of being a comedy queen. She was kinda flat as the narrator for "ShakesQueer" and she wasn't funny in the tanning music video. She then lost a lip sync to Pearl that every fan agrees was the wrong result. She was justifiably given a second chance a few episodes later, but she didn't do much with her second run either? She was okay in the John Waters film, while the campy dancing with Ginger didn't win me over. Trixie was also pretty dry in confessional to me. She's a nice person though, and I liked that she turned an abusive insult into her drag name. Maybe I'm not into campy queens. 9. Jasmine Masters Everything about the cocoon runway - her describing it to Ru in the Werk Room, Ross and Carson's reactions, the fact it wasn't resort wear - is hilarious. But Jasmine rubbed me the wrong way whenever she looked down on the younger queens, namely Fame/Trixie/Pearl/Violet. She thought what they did wasn't real drag, just because her generation was different. She'd bash them with her friend Kennedy. She criticized Trixie's look in Untucked, and when Trixie asked how Jasmine's look fit the theme, she got annoyed at Trixie running her mouth. Projection much. I wasn't so into her crop tops either. And then her "ShakesQueer" acting was so bad and she wanted to give up if she had to lip sync against Kennedy. She ended up doing some squats in that lip sync, so she didn't really give up. Otherwise, her episode 3 runway gown and her Rusical performance were Jasmine's better moments. 8. Mrs. Kasha Davis My initial reaction going into this re-watch was "who?" But I've realized that Kasha was underrated this season. She was a good performer. She probably should've won the Rusical - that's where she danced around the pitcrew and blew the whistle at the end. She was good as Lady Cappuccino in "ShakesQueer". Her Cowardly Lion voice wasn't the worst thing? And her Joan Rivers bit in that mini-challenge was funny. But then Katya overshadowed her in the awards show opening (why were they standing so far apart?) Still, Kasha held her own against Kandy in the lip sync. I wish she had lasted until Snatch Game. The green money dress was my fave look of hers. And she was the only member of the "Bitter Old Lady Bridge" that didn't annoy me. I can understand why she got frustrated at Pearl and Jasmine for not trying when she applied for 7 years. She didn't have much tolerance for bad attitudes from the other queens lol. 7. Violet Chachki Violet had a stereotypical pageant girl attitude. She was vain, rude, and a diva. Almost all the other queens didn't like her. She retorted "no one says [Hotlanta]" to Jasmine. She disagreed with Michelle's critiques. She passed blame onto the directors in rehearsals. Kennedy and Max called her a "bitch". Trixie and Kennedy shut her down as team leaders in two episodes (lol at "I'm not not a dancer but I'm not a dancer"). But Violet had an awakening moment in the Episode 5 Untucked. She made a conscious effort to grow afterwards. Then at the Final 4, Ginger and Kennedy beat her down, so her ultimate win proved them wrong. Obviously Violet is known for her runways - the tartan reveal, being totally naked in Nude Illusion, the pink dress in Bearded and Beautiful, the super cinched waist in Death Becomes Her, the S&M Leather and Lace, and her Hello Kitty headpiece. But I prefer winners who are more comedic. She was praised for the seatbelt bit in the Rusical, but meh. Her award show banter didn't land. She'd often have these pauses when acting. She fumbled a line in the "Poo" skit. Her "ShakesQueer", Michelle Visage and Alyssa Edwards in Snatch Game were all towards the bottom for me. But I liked her Adore impersonation in the music video. And she aced the tango dancing. She had the best look for that too. 6. Kennedy Davenport "The struggle is real". Kennedy slayed the comedy challenges, but she was so condescending towards the younger queens, with no respect for what they do. Like in this disdainful, sour, "I'm tired of them" way. It's like she always had a problem with Pearl or Violet, culminating in that Final 4 episode. She criticized Pearl's runways. She said Violet was too young for the crown. She was also a terrible team leader for "ShakesQueer"; miscasting roles, dismissing Violet's request to practice, then blaming her on Untucked. But anyways, Kennedy's best competition moments are: her wings in the Nude Illusion, her "I Got Paid" character, the wall clock joke in the award show, her Little Richard in Snatch Game, and getting violent with Katya in the John Waters film. As well as giving the best lip sync of the season to "Roar". I think she did better than Pearl in the F4 challenge too. But Kennedy's misfires were the Rusical (messy), the bearded look, the infamous chicken outfit (including her explanation of it LOL), and being the worst in the Hello Kitty Ball. Meanwhile, my fave looks were Leather and Lace, the green theme, and the F4 pride dress. But at least Kennedy was more unapologetic about not liking people than Ginger was. 5. Max Max had this pretentious theatre accent, and she wasn't that well-liked by the other queens. Lol at Fame ripping up her newspaper after her entrance. But Max was a solid actress and brought high fashion runways - her Fall look, her Jetset Eleganza, her bearded look, the cut-out heart in a box. The crutches Nude Illusion was creative too. Her Spring look was shoddy though. But yeah, Max benefited from Season 7 having so many acting challenges. She had the exaggerated oxygen mask bit in the Rusical. She 100% deserved that win for playing Juliet in "ShakesQueer". She played off of Pearl well in the awards show. Even her bizarre Merle Ginsberg impersonation was funny. Max also promoted positive energy. She got read for wearing grey wigs all the time (c'mon it's her style!), and she disliked vulgarity (lol). But then the Snatch Game came up, and she tried to play a "Disney version" of Sh*rn N**dles which bombed (like that confusing "temper tantrums" answer). Then during the judge's critiques, she needed to loosen to corset to breathe and sang to relax... and the shady producers made her look like an attention-seeker. 4. Pearl I love Pearl, but her making finale is questionable. She's a classic 4th boot archetype. She entered with the chinstrap and labelled herself as a "robotic Stepford Wife bitch", which is accurate. She had a lot of white/beige runways, usually in a lingerie style, or with a "diaper" on. I was into her Spring look cuz it was fresh. But her headphones Fall look and her devil Bearded and Beautiful look were my faves. And I think her Makeover win was earned. However Pearl was often flat as a pancake in the acting challenges. Her "ShakesQueer" character was confusing. Her singing was awful. She looked lost in the "Poo" skit. And her intense lip syncs were probably Sashay-worthy. But she surprised everyone by being the funniest in the award show. Her Big Ang in Snatch Game was underrated. And she had fun with the dancing duets, bad twerking aside. Otherwise, Pearl was known for her chill attitude. She was definitely annoyed at people - she had to withstand so much s**t from the judges and her fellow queens - but she never raised her voice. She came off personable and mostly reasonable. Obviously her most remembered moment is her stand-off with Ru ("Is there something on my face") and walking out of the Werk Room. She knew the show was a sham and Ru was fake, so she didn't give a f**k. 3. Jaidynn Diore Fierce "No ma'am, no ham, no pam, no cauliflower, no corn bread, no green beans!" I just loved Jaidynn's energy. She was so genuine and heartfelt, giving hashtags along the way. She just wanted her family to accept her. She gave her best, even if she often struggled in rehearsals ("I FORGOT MY LINE"). Despite her bad knee, she still gave a funny (albeit a little messy) sexual performance in the Rusical. She broke down during "ShakesQueer", but I thought she did good in the end. She should've won the music video challenge - her Bianca impersonation was spot on. But she couldn't recover a third time when playing RuPaul (they didn't have a better take?). It did lead to Jaidynn giving a classic lip sync performance to "Break Free" though, and being the one to finally send Kandy Ho packing. Her barbed wire look was fun too, despite what the judges said. Her Raven-Symone in Snatch Game was "one note", but she had more laughs than Fame and Max. The Makeover is what ultimately ended Jaidynn's game - but Tempest was difficult to match with. The execution didn't really work. 2. Miss Fame Fame started off as a contender - she had the spiky alien entrance, she had the best Spring look, and the second best Fall look. She could've won that first episode. And she continued to be a top runway queen (Death Becomes Her was my fave). But Season 7 had so many acting challenges, and Fame lacked performance experience. She was stiff in the Rusical, she was the worst on the winning team for "ShakesQueer", she insisted on doing Donatella Versace in Snatch Game and did nothing with the character. She had to work with Pearl 4 times, and Violet 3 times; AKA the bad acting trio. She also gave a very subpar lip sync against Pearl. Production probably wanted them to be bottom 2 for the storyline. Pearl was Fame's arch nemesis. She didn't respect Pearl's chill attitude and acted cold towards her. It felt unwarranted and Fame harped on it too much. Fame was too dismissive and serious; and overly bossy in team challenges. She wasn't fond of Jasmine "giving up" either ("Nobody wants to pop the corn"). Still, Fame was there for Katya, she was Violet's only friend at one point, the chicken farm thing was funny, and she was emotional. Like about her grandfather, her breakdown during rehearsal, or crying over Ginger's video message. Fame's thing was that she couldn't stop talking. And she kept missing the "how's your head" joke. 1. Katya The best narrator in the show's herstory? Katya is who I wanted to win this season, and she probably had a good shot it weren't for Kennedy's impressive lip sync. Sure she had that early hiccup in the Rusical, where she completely bombed the lip sync. But she had super solid track record afterwards. She was funny in every comedy challenge - the tanning lady, her acceptance speech (which was the best one), playing Merle Ginsberg, Suze Orman in Snatch Game, the Conjoined Twins characters, her character in the John Waters film. She was also the best on the losing team in "ShakesQueer". And sure, she had the worst Hello Kitty look, but her dialogue in the first part was my favourite. Katya also delivered on the runway - the Abe Lincoln look, the green dress stomp, the shark on her leg. I liked all 3 of her premiere looks too. She also fought for her spot in that first lip sync with the jump splits and slow splits. Otherwise, Katya had this intense way of talking to emphasize things. She battled anxiety and her sobriety. She was very candid. She was naturally funny both with words and goofball body movements. The Russian thing is her brand. And she never came off malicious.  Favourite entrance: Violet Chachki Challenge ranking: 1. Snatch Game 2. RuPaul music video parodies (Singing) 3. DESPY Award presentations 4. "Glamazonian Airways" (Rusical) 5. John Waters film parodies (Acting? Singing?) 6. Hello Kitty Ball 7. "ShakesQueer" (Acting) 8. "Conjoined Twins" Makeover 9. "Born Naked" Music Video 10. Half-man/Half-woman dancing (Choreo) 11. "Whatever Happened to Merle Ginsberg" (Acting) 12. Nude Illusion tearaway Lip Sync ranking: 1. Katya vs Kennedy Davenport ("Roar") 2. Jaidynn Diore Fierce vs Kandy Ho ("Break Free") 3. Kandy Ho vs Mrs. Kasha Davis ("Lovergirl") 4. Katya vs Sasha Belle ("Twist of Fate") 5. Jaidynn Diore Fierce vs Max ("No More Lies") 6. Ginger Minj vs Trixie Mattel ("Show Me Love") 7. Ginger Minj vs Jaidynn Diore Fierce ("I Think We're Alone Now") (great until they cut the boobs off) 8. Jasmine Masters vs Kennedy Davenport ("I Was Gonna Cancel") 9. Pearl vs Trixie Mattel ("Dreaming") 10. Kandy Ho vs Tempest DuJour ("Geronimo") 11. Top 4 Lip Sync ("Born Naked") 12. Miss Fame vs Pearl ("Really Don't Care") Season ranking so far: 5 > 6 > 4 > 2 > 7 > 3 > 1 > AS1

the best two minutes of untucked ever filmed

this was very very cute and we should talk about it

pure gold 🙌🏼

“Whyyy?”

Ok, so here is what's happening: I decided to start watching RPDR All Stars after a whole month binge watching 13 seasons of the regular show - for the first time.

I love Chad Michaels and so many more of the queens that were back on season 1.

I didn't expect to fall in love with Raven to the point that I thought she should have won. Seriously.

The only reason I finally started watching All Stars (for the 1st time) is that I want to see Katya and Trixie back, period.

I decided to watch season 7 again, so I can see the first appearances of Katya and Trixie again.

Turns out season 7 was the MOST BORING season and I remember it now. Because you really can't recall very well almost none of the queens. Which is sad, because there were some cool ones (like Max, for example).

I remember no liking Violet's personality at all and finding everything so boring that I barely paid too much attention, I confess. But that was not the queens' fault, of course. It gets better with Untucked, tho. Now I can accept a lot better Violet winning.

There was so much I simply did not remember! Like Trixie being eliminated AND COMING BACK?? And Katya being such a sweetheart to every one while her own mind was totally messed up???? And the relationship between Pearl and Trixie, I was like MAN, I DID NOT WATCH THIS SHOW PROPERLY AT ALL.

I've always been very lazy about Untucked! And I did not realize how important it was to watch it to see the true 🍵. I'm so sorry, fanbase, I failed you. But at least for this season, I'm gonna watch Untucked! (it's actually better because I can finally understand why this season was so boring and forgettable).

I do love Katya with my whole heart since the first time. Now, I'm starting to like Trixie so much more than before - I watched UHNhhhhh before getting to know her better so I'm basically doing the reversed process of loving her. I'm sorry, Trixie, you are amazing and so talented and so beautiful and so quirky and funny... Oh, boy. Need to breathe.

Ok, let me get back to preparing to watch All Stars 2 and see Katya rocking again (disclaimer: I'm so not ready, my heart will probably explode. In case something happens, you saw it here first)

Between (Pearlet) - freshpunch

AN- I wrote this platonically but I can’t make you read it that way lol, title from “Between” by Noir, also on ao3

It starts with nothing interesting. I’m looking at that huge year-end magazine of basically all the runaway looks from the year I splurged on before I got here. I’m not even listening to music anymore because the lip sync songs got grating days into being locked up in this hotel room. There’s no more inspiration to wring from any of these looks either. They’re too modern for Violet and all the 2014 silhouettes have gotten stale. But there’s nothing good on TV and I’m exhausted but still not tired enough to sleep. And there’s something oddly comforting about this routine in the rushed chaos of competing.

There’s a knock on my hotel room door which could mean…anything really. It’s usually some crew member with competition news but sometimes it was one of the other girls. Rarely though. We spend too much time together anyway. Untucked was proof enough that this is a pressure cooker few of us are making it through. But it’s just Pearl. And there’s no tension between us, nothing to make a good episode of Untucked. There’s nothing you could poke or prod the right way to get us to snap. There’s just an easy friendship, an unexpectedly quick connection.

“What’s up?” I don’t mind spending time with Pearl but it’s not like this is normal.

“I wanna practice my fishtail braids and you have the longest hair.” It comes out in his characteristic slow drawl. There’s not really any question to it.

I cock my hip out and pose against the doorway. “If you wanted to see me you should’ve just said so.”

He snorts. “Confidence looks cute on you but not that cute.”

I huff and edge into the doorway a little more, blocking his entrance. “What about Ginger then?”

He’s more than used to my pouting though. “Her hair isn’t long enough and I think she’s sick of me.”

“And I’m not?” I try.

“Well you were just so happy to see me.” He flutters his stubby little natural eyelashes at me and lands a soft hand on my chest.

I fall back and let him in almost immediately. But that’s all it’s ever taken—just a whisper of a touch and something that’s hardly even a suggestion, forget a command. “What about your wigs?” I ask once he’s already settled on my bed.

He looks just as at ease in my room as he does anywhere else. But I guess all hotel rooms are the same. “They’re in the werkroom duh.” He pats the spot next to him. “Come on.”

And I do because all it ever takes from him the barest hint of a request. It’s always so easy when it’s just me and him. “So fishtails?” I confirm, settling into my bed, tucking my legs underneath me.

“They’re hard.” He answers, furrowing his brow as he looks at my hair. I manage to barely catch his eye over my shoulder and he laughs uneasily. “It’s weird doing this in silence.” And he hunts for my remote and turns on my TV to some game show I don’t recognize. It’s hard to pay attention to and not very interesting but I try my best to at least look at it.

Pearl threads his fingers through my hair the same way Pearl—the same way Matt— does everything, calm and careful, methodical and soothing. He gathers my hair and drops it again and again but I guess starting a braid is the hardest part. Maybe I like it so much because routine has become so comforting to me and the gather, part, let go, gather, part and let go again it almost rhythmic. Or maybe I’m just touch starved. Or maybe I’ve forgotten the difference between missing touch like being totally isolated and missing touch like missing the touch of someone I trust. The whole thing is truly soothing though.

Eventually I stop trying to pay attention to the game show and let my head lean back on his shoulder. He’s finally stopped parting, gathering and dropping and started really braiding my hair.

He clicks his tongue and lays his hand on my shoulder. “I can’t do anything with your hair when you’re like that.”

“You’re making me sleepy.” I whine.

“So this is mutually beneficial then.”

“Bitch!” I yell. “‘Mutually beneficial’ shut the fuck up! I bet you can’t even spell that.”

“This isn’t a spelling bee.” He makes sure to make stern eye contact with me from where his head is hanging above mine. “It just means that you’re not just doing me a favor, I’m helping you too.”

“I could’ve slept without you.” I taunt, sticking my tongue out.

“But you didn’t.” He responds surely, lifting up the half-braid he did and dragging a gentle fingertip down the back of my neck and over the bumps of my spine.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin immediately. “Don’t do that unless you’re gonna fuck me.” It’s supposed to come out playful and joking. But my voice gets caught in my chest somewhere and it comes out breathless and tight.

His finger pauses in the middle of my back, over my tank top. “That bad, huh?” It’s half-sympathetic and half-teasing.

“I mean…I wouldn’t have to be driven to desperation to consider you.” I try, looking at him from under my eyelashes.

He just laughs. “No. It’s not happening.”

I huff out a sigh and think about whining like the little brat I am but decide on just looking up with him at pleading eyes. “What if I just suck you off?” I offer.

The look on his face is maybe pity or maybe disappointment. “Oh, Vi,” he sighs affectionately. “Nope.”

“But—“ I try.

He places his hand over my mouth lightly, probably not even enough to muffle my speech. “You remember when Jinkx called all the other drag race contestants ‘cock hungry dick pigs’?” He asks.

“No!” I shriek because I love it. I’m going to start using it immediately. “When did she say that?”

“During the Reunion but that doesn’t matter,” his hand is back to gently resting on my shoulder, “what’s important is that you’re only doing this because you’re trapped in drag prison. You’re not gonna die.”

“I am gonna die!” I cry dramatically, throwing myself into his lap. “Violet Chachki—cause of death: lack of dick.”

“You’re putting ‘Violet’ on your tombstone?” He asks, furrowing his brow.

It catches me off-guard. “Maybe! I don’t know.” I sputter. “Point is: I’m going to die.”

“You’re not.” He drops a chaste kiss on the curve of my shoulder. It’s the barest brush of skin-against-skin, doesn’t even really linger. “You’ll get over it.”

I think about if he wasn’t bare-faced, if maybe he was just that nude lipstick he loves and left a light pink smudge on my skin. The thought makes me squirm. “Maybe I’ll get over your dick but I don’t think I’ll get over you.”

He lets me look up at him with bedroom eyes for a moment. “Sweet,” his eyes crinkle up in a soft smile, “but it’s still not happening.”

I groan in frustration and roll away from him. “You’re impossible!”

“You’re like a fucking cat in heat.” He shoots back. There’s a fire in his eyes. Maybe it’s not because of me. Maybe the competition lit it. Maybe it’s always been there. It’s not bright or intense but it’s steady and it’s there. And it looks good on him.

“Then do something about it.” I challenge.

“It’s not my problem.” He shrugs. “You’ll get over it.” His words are harsh but his demeanor is still soft somehow—gentle.

“You’re telling me you’re not interested at all?” I ask like it’s crazy. It is, at this point in my life, to be rejected when I’ve asked so nicely.

He scrunches up his mouth and his forehead, looking thoughtful. “Not here, not now.” He settles on.

“So, if after I win this whole thing, I send you nudes of just me in the crown, you’ll just ignore them?”

“You’ll have to win first.” He sounds like my parents did when I went on about any one of my wild dreams—gentle, placating, distracted. His hands find my hair again, unthreading the braid.

“I’ll do it.” I promise.

“I’m sure you will.” He encourages but it comes out partly as a laugh.

I feel like pouting and I want to show him up right now but I’m not really mad—just frustrated, I guess.

“So let me fix your hair and I’ll leave, yeah?”

“What if you stay instead?” I suggest.

He gives me a pitying kind of look. “You know I can’t stay the night.”

“I’ll miss you.”

He sighs fondly, running his fingers through my hair. “You’ll be okay, you spend enough time with me already.”

“Yeah but I like you.” He’s good at getting the frustration out of me—at getting me soft and pliant again.

He laughs, all pleasantly surprised. “I like you too, pumpkin.”

“You can stay over whenever you want.” I promise sleepily.

“I’ll take you up on that whenever I’m in Atlanta then.” He lifts up my hair and lets it fall back against my neck. “We can have a sleepover.”

It’s weird to hear Matt call it a “sleepover.” I certainly didn’t use that term whenever I let another queen crash at my place or whenever one of my friends stayed over. I probably hadn’t said the word in years. “What about when I go to New York?”

“I guess I can let you stay over.” He sighs like it’s a burden. I stick my tongue out him childishly. “Fine, you can sleepover too.”

I laugh at the choice of words. “I haven’t had a sleepover in years. Haven’t even used the word.”

“Well, what do you think this is?” He looks pointedly at where his hands are still undoing the braid he made.

I shrug playfully. “We don’t have to call it anything.”

Something lights up in his eyes—a glint of something in the firelight—and I think he gets it. Whatever I’m not saying, not even thinking. He gets it. “I’ll comb out your hair again and then leave, okay?”

“How ‘bout you don’t leave?” I ask sleepily, not even opening my eyes from where my head rests on his chest.

“I’ll give you until this show is over.” He offers. And I haven’t settled or compromised for the longest time. No one made me, no one that I would listen to anyway. But this is okay. I can settle for this. Maybe this is more than enough. Whatever it is.

–

When I land in Atlanta after getting crowned there is so much to do. It’s a blur really—talking with a manager, booking gigs, getting merch together, sleepless nights with only like one of my suitcases unpacked. There’s friends to see and family that wants to talk and offers to consider and social media to upkeep. It is nonstop motion until there is a pause.

By the time I wake up it’s already late afternoon. The sun streams through the curtains at a harsh angle and doesn’t illuminate anything pressing for once. I have a second to breathe, to stumble around my apartment sleepily while checking my phone. I see a picture of Pearl—Pearl for real with her steadily evolving sense of fashion—on Instagram and finally remember. I promised Matt I’d win and I did but I promised him something else too.

The picture I end up taking isn’t the sexy, burlesque perfection of Violet. It isn’t really me either. It sits somewhere in the gossamer inbetween. I’m bare-faced (well…maybe I did my eyebrows, kill me), no pointed eyeliner, no bold lip color. It leaves my face looking softer, rounder, fuller, younger than I’m used to seeing it. There’s no wig, it’s just my real hair let down in soft waves. I’m not wearing anything—it’s a nude after all. But it’s not really a nude, there’s only a suggestion of nudity really. It’s a three-quarters angle, looking over my shoulder, perched delicately on my knees.

In the end, it all comes down to imperfections and curves. There are dark circles under my eyes that I haven’t noticed (or pretended not to notice) from sleepless nights and busy schedules and stress that I am too busy to even really feel. My body comes through in all soft curves—the slope of my shoulder, the soft swell of my thighs pressed together, the roundness of my face. In the background you can see my unmade bed and my half-open curtains. It is a soft invitation, a beckoning except for the gaudy crown perched on my head. It’s too tall, too much to really be elegant, to fit into the scene I’ve set up. But all the million, tiny crystals catch in the late afternoon sun like a corona around my head.

how about now? I send in the text with the picture. I’m not even sure I want Matt to want to fuck me. I’m too tired, too wanted to be as desperate and whiny as I was during Drag Race. I’m just keeping my promise, just keeping him on his toes. Because it’s never been easy to define—to really capture and observe—what was between us. It was never really just sisterhood. It was never just anything. So I yank our relationship back out of simple friends because it never belonged there and send it somewhere else. Where ever. I’m not too picky.

When I finally get around to really starting my day, Matt still hasn’t even read my message. I’m still living in the in-between. We are still something. Something indefinable, something beyond description. And I think that’s probably where I want to be anyway.

i’m watching the roscoes viewing party from last night with latrice and trixie and someone asked them “what’s your favourite moment from your season you didn’t know even happened until you watched it back?” and right away trixie said “episode 7 untucked when violet and pearl were alone theorizing that there might be someone coming back... they both said they wanted it to be me and it was so sweet i cried!!!!!”

It might seem weird, but this Untucked is something that litterally changed my life, because Violet’s laugh made me fall completely in love with her.

I was a casual viewer before s7 / 2015, but after this specific Untucked, I started writing fanfic for the first time, I made so many new friends, I moved to another country and then back home again because of this.

There was barely any Pearlet fanfic online when this aired, and for the first time, my desire to read overwon my lack of skills, so in some weird way. Thank you to Pearl for almost breaking her neck and literally changing my life.

Fathoms Below

Features: Anderson’s Little Mermaid and Jolly Sailor Bold by Disney

Merry Christmas!!! @matcha-maru 

“Upon one summer’s morning, 

I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping,

Where I met a sailor gay.

Conversing with a young lass

Who seemed to be in pain,

Saying, William, when you go

I fear you’ll ne'er return again.”

Brian woke up, when he felt a small hand tug sharply at the end of his curled ponytail. 

It was his one vanity, sea-foam green in color and always intricately braided back with ribbons and sea-glass or fragile shells, anything pretty and decorative that the strands could hold. Currently it was tossed over one shoulder, long and thick as a fist. 

And the next time that little hand reached for his braid, he caught it deftly without a second thought, thanks to the inborn reflexes of an apex predator, quickly recognizing the rough callouses from holding a drumstick on the pads of the fingers. Along with the gnarled little scar on the thumb web, a memento from a bad run in with some fishing-line when they were children. 

“Angel, why the hair? Why must you always go for the hair?”

He didn’t even need to look over, or even open his eyes, to see his lover pouting in bed beside him, their love-nest illuminated by the foggy window, torrential rain was falling outside, the smell of Roger and rainstorm was heavenly, better than any of the scented candles Freddie would drag in and light up in the flat. 

For the ambience, darling!

The delicate hand he still held by the wrist, twisted into a familiar vulgar gesture. 

“Yes, Roger. I love you too,” He yawned, showing all his teeth, naturally asserting dominance over the boy he’d loved for just about all of his life. 

“Brimi, you’ve been sleeping forever.” Ah, yes, the bitching to remind him that his lover was eternally five years old.

He grunted an affirmative, he had been sleeping forever.

Roger could have said a million other things and Brian would have happily agreed for five seconds more peace. The only thing that spurned his wakefulness was the heavy weight that Roger laid on his chest. A wrapped parcel. 

He blinked open his mismatched eyes to see the blonde looking at him with the most impish smile, biting at the corners of his mouth in excitement. “Happy Anniversary, Ariel.”

Inside was a book, but not just any book. 

It was a beautiful copy of Anderson’s fairytales, the kind with a fat embossed cover and words that seemed to come off of the page, pictures etched by hand, from old ink-wells and feather quills. 

“Rog, its beautiful.” He gasped, it practically took his breath away. He didn’t even mind the silly nickname. “Would you like me to read you something?”

The devilish blonde nodded into the guitarist’s narrow pigeon chest, like that was what he’d wanted all along, his ear resting just over Brian’s heart, lulled by the sound of the beat as his current pillow was so often lulled by the lapping waves of the sea.

Sometimes Brian wondered how it was possible to love someone so much. To be happy to watch your heart live outside of your body. To be resigned to the fact that you would never, ever be enough for them. That you would never ever deserve them. 

“Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects…" 

Rog snored a little in his sleep, snorting like a piglet, and Brian couldn’t keep the fond smile off of his face. 

‘“When you have reached your fifteenth year,” said the grandmother, “you will have permission to rise up out of the sea, to sit on the rocks in the moonlight, while the great ships are sailing by; and then you will see both forests and towns.”’

Bri slowly slipped his own thick red bracelet off his wrist, a small clunky chain, with one hand and squeezed it tightly until it was a thick red blanket, one that he tucked securely around the both of them. His cohuleen druith. His soul. The mark of a Merrow. One who would always belong to the sea. 

“At last she reached her fifteenth year. “Well, now, you are grown up,” said the old dowager, her grandmother; “so you must let me adorn you like your other sisters;” and she placed a wreath of white lilies in her hair, and every flower leaf was half a pearl. Then the old lady ordered eight great oysters to attach themselves to the tail of the princess to show her high rank.

“But they hurt me so,” said the little mermaid.

“Pride must suffer pain,” replied the old lady.“ 

Then as if he’d thought better of the change, the blanket melted away, until it became a sold tiny ring that nearly fell into the crevice between them.

Its base was a twisted circulatory system, redder than the most glittering garnet, deeper than the most ravishing ruby, all of the tendrils curling in towards the center, where an enormous creamy white pearl rested.

Pearls that size were only found in the deepest, darkest and most treacherous parts of the sea. No mortal bride would ever have a pearl that big. No one but his Roger, who deserved so much more than Brian could ever give him. 

He slipped it onto Roger’s hand as delicately as he could, kissing the blonde halo of hair that he had known for most of his creation. 

“Happy Anniversary, my prince.” My love. 

-X-

Freddie asked how they’d met once, as he and Deaky had sat huddled on the couch.

Brian and Roger had been wrapped around each other as always, lying on the floor in a heap, practically nose to nose. Simply existing in each other’s presence as they were wont to do. 

“You know what I’ve always wondered? How did you two meet, darlings? Was it love at first sight? Lust?”

Instead of rolling his robin-egg eyes, Roger had flashed that same wicked gremlin grin of his. 

“At the beach when we were kids. So I’m not sure I wanted into his trousers quite yet.” His voice turned wistful as his tongue peeked out of the corner of his round lips. “Although it certainly didn’t take very long.”

All joking aside, Roger had only been five years old then, running rampant in Truro, the tiny little fishing port that it was. Small, homely. 

He had known his way around the stones and rocky shoals of the local beaches like the back of his hand, even back then. And so was often left to play there alone. 

The feckless child had wandered too close one day however, just after a storm, a frightening squall, when the beach was fraught with debris and danger, the shoreline was slick and the waters dark and murky.

Hiding the remnants of ships smashed to bits, and he likely would’ve died on the jagged rocks that peppered the wide-open breaks, if a long webbed hand hadn’t stopped him in his descent.

The hand had belonged to an older boy sitting up on the aforementioned rocks, who had managed to snag the back of the untucked and oversized school uniform shirt that Roger wore, with his predatory reflexes.

Having done so, only seconds before the blonde would’ve met an untimely end in the watery depths below. 

Fathoms below.

Roger had whimpered softly at the sensation of it all, sniffling more so out of shock than fear, as the youth gently placed him into a little dip, an alcove on the rock’s side. 

“That wasn’t very smart.” Brian had sighed, clucking over the bright red blood that welled up from a small gash on the young drummer’s knee.

Running on the slopes like a little fool. 

Rather lacklusterly, he’d mopped at it with the corner of the bright and violently red hoodie he wore.

But Roger had paid no mind at all to his battle wound and was far more interested in gawking at his odd-looking savior. 

Brian, long before he had introduced himself as being so, long before his name even was so, with his long wet hair that hung in tangles around his round face and trailed far down his back, green of all things, was certainly a sight for sore eyes. 

His hair was green like the seaweed that stunk in the hot summer’s sun and washed up in clots on the sand.

His pale hands were webbed between the first-knuckle, as were the toes on his flat feet, and his shining eyes were strange.

Two completely different colors, one was the beautiful blue-green color of splashing sea-foam, of playful days spent in the surf, the other was so dark blue-violet that it was like the sea during a tempest, fierce and frightening, a warning to all who dared come close.

Rog had cried out then, not at Brian’s odd appearance, but because the salty water pressed into his aching knee stung like St. Elmo’s Fire.

He flinched away from the tsking youth, who hummed a soft apology. “It’s a natural disinfectant. But you’ll want your Mum to take a better look when you get home.” 

Roger’s Mum had always been a special kind of woman. (It was she who would adopt Brian as her own, when he finally came from the water and chased her cruel husband away). 

An inquisitive girl even as a grown woman, full of freckles playing peekaboo on her exposed shoulders and impossibly red tresses that curled up and around her like the embers of a dying flame. 

As a child she’d so eagerly swam with the seals that basked on the shoals of the beaches, near her sleepy little village home.

And would often nap on the sunbaked windswept hills near the cliffs, once the day’s play was done. 

As a little girl she’d believed in the old stories and songs that permeated everyday life there, like an invisible presence, a gentle fleeting touch of old.

At night, she listened for the banshee’s wailing cries, and tried to catch a glimpse of a dullahan on his glossy black steed. She could recite the tales of Lir’s Swan Children and the Tuatha Dé Danann who made their home in Tír na nÓg, the land without time. 

But above all else, Rachel, whose Gaelic name was Muirín ‘born of the sea’, was a child of the surf and sky. 

It was her second home and her father often joked, fluffing her red curls with his calloused hands of fishhook and twine, that she would marry a Selkie and have half-seal babies one day. 

He was wrong. 

The man she married was a cruel cold man of the earth, who treated her like silt beneath his boots and little more than a dirty maid.

Yet she bore him one son, born with his sandy locks and her face.

She would run into the crashing crystal blue surf with her baby boy perched on one hip and he would shriek and cling to her curls with joy. And eventually with the years, he grew to be big enough that they could run in and jump out together.

The man she married slowly stole the life from her body, the song in her soul. 

Eventually she simply collapsed on the beach outside their cottage in the middle of the night, crying desperately, desolately into the sand.

Screaming for something, someone, begging.

The pockets of her dress were loaded down with cowrie shells and other heavy island debris, her long red curls rocked with the waves of the ocean that swallowed her up. Swirling, twirling russet-red. 

But she didn’t drown. Her son was not left without a mother. 

She woke up with a mouthful of sand and a pair of vivid mismatched eyes just inches away from her own. 

He stayed.

So she was unafraid of leaving her child unattended in the surf.

Muirín Taylor was a woman who grew up with the spirits of Ireland dwelling safely in her heart.

She was unfairly hurt and wronged by a life that she shouldn’t have lived in the first place. The poor girl eventually gave up and forgot the old ways of her once vibrant world, but they never forgot her.

When she cried, the ocean listened. 

When her son cried, the ocean listened. 

Brian sat on his rocky perch and waited, listening. 

Then the little drummer boy noticed that the red hoodie was all that the older boy wore. 

“Where are your clothes?!" 

Brian had simply shrugged, tossing back his hair and batting those unforgettable eyes. 

“I don’t need any underneath the water.” 

Roger still hadn’t picked up on the strangeness of it all. It would be years still, before he saw the bloody red tail that could cut through the surf like butter, the scales far sharper than daggers that glittered in the moonlight, the predatory teeth and slitted eyes, made for tracing the movement of appetizing prey. The true apex predators of the deep. 

"You live in the water?" 

Brian had nodded. 

"On a boat?" 

The mismatched eyes creased slightly when he frowned, and then he’d just shaken his head to the contrary. 

"No, not on a boat.” An obliging smile graced his wind-chapped lips as he finished the makeshift bandage. “You should be heading home though, this place is not safe for your kind, especially not for one so young." 

It was far more than the suggestion that his soft tone alluded to, it was a warning. 

Now Roger may have only been a child then, but he was a child who knew the sound of angry voices and the touch of violent hands.

Perhaps even better than the gentle and soothing ones that he had always craved. His father was not a patient man, and he felt even less inclined to give favor to a son who had still shown no promise at anything of value. 

Roger had been beaten senseless many times, and for an instant, he feared that the boy on the rocks with his too-sharp teeth and strange eyes may do the same. 

As if Brian had been the same sort of monster that Roger had come to fear.

Then, just as he was standing once more, hunger pangs hit him sharply and his stomach let out a growl that just wouldn’t be stifled.

He was mortified, sick, by the loud sound and flinched away, wrapping his hands tightly around his concave middle and waiting for the angry hands and yells that would often follow such rudeness.

But none came. 

Only the gentle concerned eyes of the boy Brian was, who seemed to realize the true extent of the younger child’s plight before him, within the same breath. 

Webbed pale hands helped Roger to sit down once more. 

"Sit. Stay." 

Twin orders, that would most assuredly be followed, before Brian stood upright, balanced in a single graceful motion and dove into the frothing waters below.

Roger thought he saw a hint of something red and shiny, perhaps even a fin, but it soon left his field of vision before he could see properly.

When the older boy returned it was with four fat fish being tossed up onto the rock-face, before he climbed there as well. Green hair flying haphazard with the wind and his red hoodie sticking to his skin as if loathe to leave it. 

Three of the still-quivering fish were pushed towards Roger, while one was seized by Brian himself and a mouthful of flesh torn away, revealing shock-white bone and dripping entrails. 

He swallowed the chunk whole and even licked his lips before foisting the messy carcass into Roger’s hesitant little hands, as if expecting the child to do the same.

Abject horror was plain as day on the little one’s face. 

"Oh.” It seemed to dawn on the older boy then as well. “You cook fish." 

The blonde child nodded vehemently, and was quick to hand the masticated fish back with a grimace. 

Brian reclaimed it with another little laugh, devouring the rest with a terrifying speed and ferocity that almost brought back Roger’s original fear, or would have, if it hadn’t been belied by the funny faces the green-haired beanpole kept making to assuage them. 

He then softly instructed the younger boy on how to hold the three fish all at once, to transport them safely back to his family.

Roger and Rachel would eat well for one night at least. 

The odd youth guided the tiny boy away from the broken rocks and back onto the dry land.

And surely would’ve left right then, but Roger, as if expecting such an escape, had hastily seized a small webbed hand within two of his own. 

“What’s your name?" 

Brian had paused for a moment, before almost sighing the word, ”Muirgeilt.“ Sea-wanderer. 

"That’s a pretty name… But I can’t really say it properly. Do you have another one? I’m Roger Meddows Taylor.” So proud of it. Like he'd practiced saying it aloud with conviction. 

A small sad smile graced the elder’s lips. 

"It is very nice to meet you, Roger. You can call me whatever you’d like.”

”…If I come back tomorrow, with a name, will you be here?“ Pleading eyes.

Brian turned his head slightly, angled towards the ocean as if called by some silent siren song. One hand touching the place where Roger’s blood had seeped into his red hoodie. 

"Yes, I will be."  Forever it seems. 

And he was. 

“Yeah.” Brian smiled, years upon years later, slowly eskimo-kissing the love of his life, who still rested in his arms. What a wonderful thing, to be able to hold one’s whole world. 

“At the beach when we were kids.”

-X-

“My sailor is as smiling

As the pleasant month of May

And often we have wandered

Through Ratcliffe Highway…

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.”

I can’t tell u how many times I’ve rewatched season 7 snatch game untucked where it’s just Pearl and Violet on the couch for like 15 whole mins

Aw I forgot about that, I’m pretty sure ive seen it more than a few times too it’s just been a while. All this is making me wanna rewatch s7 tbh, the cast was so good but the challenges were bad </3

the lovely @trixiemattels​ tagged me in a cute fun rpdr game. i have to answer some drag race related questions and @ some people. thanks babe!!

Top 3 RPDR winner: violet chachki, bianca del rio, raja

A lipsync that you think was called the wrong way: trixie v pearl

Your favorite drag race meme: what the fuck is going on in here on this day? OR tatianna's distorted gif

Queen that you think produces the best music: adore and blair tbh

Your favorite untucked moment: BITCH SIT YO ASS DOWN AND SHUT THE HELL UP BITCH

A queen you think is underrated in the fandom: jinkx monsoon

Your favorite talent show performance from the first challenge in all stars 2 & 3: tatianna’s and aja’s

A queen you didnt originally like but have grown to enjoy: honestly?? raja. and this BLOWS my mind because i love raja so much but when i first watched season 3 until the last episodes i couldn’t stand her and i just..... it’s a good thing we evolve lmao

Your favorite miss congeniality: im so basic it’s katya or dela lmao

Your favorite runway look of all time: violet chachki’s two looks in one in s7e01. its just........ so good

i tag @cunhhhhtact @vanjies @corktreees @alaskaedwards5000 @vi-chachki @violetchachks

💞 rpdr tag 💞

Here’s some drag race oriented questions, tag 10 people, and hope everyone else does the same! Pick a few mutuals you want to get to know better, and let’s take a moment to think about the queens and moments on the show that we love. i was tagged by @omgrpdr​, thanks bb <333

1. top 3 rpdr winners

violet, bob, and hopefully aqua

2. a lipsync that you think was called the wrong way

dela vs darienne lake

3. Your favorite drag race meme

fuck my drag right, nobody was killed at stonewall

4. Queen that you think produces the best music

pabllo vittar or sateen, and from drag race yuhua (jk i think shea, aja or trixie)

 5. Your favorite untucked moment

shangie’ i don’t have a sugar daddy, bianca’s what do you do successfully, aja’s you’re perfect you look like linda evangelista, pearl breaking the fourth wall 

6. A queen you think is underrated in the fandom

shangela, monique heart, ongina, dida ritz, ..... 

7. Your favorite talent show performance from the first challenge in all stars 2 & 3

aja’s obviously 

8. A queen you didnt originally like but have grown to enjoy

adore skjdhfdjsdhf, when i first watched s6 i thought she was overrated and now she’s one of my favs lol 

9. Your favorite miss congeniality

latrice (and i hope monét soon)

10. Your favorite runway look of all time (saving the hardest for last lol)

i’m gonna name a few cause i can’t choose just one! off the top of my head, vi’s leather and lace, pearl’ bearded look, aqua’s mermaid, naomi’s neon realness, all of shea and aqua ball looks and trinity k bonet’s hippie look

i tag @sheaquaria, @alaskaquaria, @movingsharts​, @witchyaquaria , @cherryykills​, @ajaquaria​, @atta-girl-muffy, @vitchotchke​ and anyone else who wanna do it, just tag me!!! :))))