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the extended end credits for the hardest thing
#ALSO FINALLY A SONG THAT HAS ALL OF THE TRIOS THEMES…. IM GONNA CRY#amphibia spoilers#amphibia#this is the gayest photo i’ve ever seen#anne boonchuy#sasha waybright#marcy wu#sashannarcy#sprig plantar#polly plantar#hop pop plantar
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what was it like as a gaylor before 2016?
What an appropriate question on the 10 year anniversary of the kaylor public launch at the VSFS 2013 :) As it's quite a subjective question, prepare for my gaylor/kaylor origin story 😉
I've been a more committed Taylor fan since Red came out in 2012, but because I'm in the UK a lot of the public media buzz about her has passed me by (except for the headlines about her and Harry, that was definitely a big story over here). In spring 2013 the article about her and Dianna exploded on the internet and, despite it obviously being retracted, it perked my ears up because 1. I was also a big glee fan at the time, and 2. it seemed to offer an explanation to why I found her music so relatable having just had my heart broken by a girl and all her genderless breakup songs fit that situation so well. So, I did a bit of research and quickly realised that, if she was in fact with Dianna, it would have been at the same time that she was supposedly dating Harry, as well as that Kennedy guy. No public acknowledgement of any queerness (like ever) so it was very clear to me from the start that, if she is dating women, she is doing it very much in secret. Not a great inspiration for fairly newly out me (23 at the time), so I filed that information and moved on with just her music. Didn't really think about it again until over a year later when a guy in a club decided to bully me and my then gf with the sentence 'Are you a real couple or just bffs like Taylor Swift and that model chick?' Yep, my kaylor origin story is a straight man harassing me in a nightclub. What are the odds, right? 🤭
So, because that remark somehow stuck with me (and I had no idea who that ' model chick' even was) I googled it, expecting to find something similar to the Dianna situation and my jaw hit the floor when I got pages and pages of photos of Taylor and Karlie walking the streets of NYC holding hands, smiling at each other with the biggest heart eyes. It genuinely changed my life. It may sound totally stupid and out of proportion, given that they didn't acknowledge it as a relationship (which I'm aware was doing no favours to lesbian visibility), but it did something to me to see the girl whose music I'd danced to in my bedroom when I was 16 so happily in love with another girl. I'd never seen that sort of love between two women, either in fiction or in real life, and it felt like she'd reached across the miles dividing us to tell me that it's possible, and that if she could find it (even in hiding), I could, too. And somehow it didn't matter to me what they were calling it, I could see what it was and it was everything to me. But I only had a few months to enjoy it before kissgate ruined it and of course the tabloids printed words like 'affair' and ‘scandal' and by March the next year we had Calvin Harris, then Hiddleswift, and then Joe. But at the same time, we got 1989 and rep with some of the gayest music ever written. And I found a great community of fellow queer people on here in those years that seemed to enjoy watching them and seeing their lives in the lyrics as much as I did. I’ve dipped in and out of the online space for years, lurking when there were more kind people around and disappearing when the hate got worse. It was fun to watch it all unfold in real time with people, I’m impressed that people still become new kaylors these days when there is no real time interaction and the hate from the general fanbase towards Karlie is still high since 2018. I don’t think I would be a gaylor today if I hadn’t witnessed their love in front of everybody’s eyes in that year, that really made me resilient to setbacks because I’m just so irretrievably in love with their love story. I’ve seen how Taylor lashes out when she’s cornered and scared (like she did after kiss gate) and sometimes we’re the collateral damage of that. And as much as that sucks it just shows that she’s incredibly protective of her little bubble of happiness and the more you poke the bear the more savage she’ll be in her retaliation. Do I wish she didn’t throw her most loyal supporters off a cliff every time she needs a straight excuse? Of course! But have I also hurt people I care about to protect my loved ones? Yes. So I can’t really judge. I can just take a walk when it gets too much, and wait for the soft shit to pull me back in.
So, to summarise, being a gaylor has always (and will always) have highs and lows, the public narrative is never for us, only the music is. But that's ok with me, I've learned to tune the noise out and enjoy the music, reminding myself that those songs were inspired by one of the greatest love stories I've ever accidently stumbled upon.
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This is the gayest photo I’ve ever seen
#a whole fruit salad#steddie#ronance#hawkins is the gay capital of the usa#fruity four#stranger things#ST4
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This has to be one of the gayest photos I’ve ever seen of this motherfucker 😭
#kiss band#kiss#kiss army#kissblr#kiss shitpost#I love you Ace I just can’t stop laughing at this#zesty mf
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CRAIG: Anyways, Spiriiiiit what's your name?
TOLKIEN: …. No
TOLKIEN: Fuck you mean NO???
KENNY: Wow Clyde, nice, you scared off the ghost.
KYLE: Probably because he shat himself everywhere
CLYDE: SHUT UP YOU KNOW I HAVE IBS
TOLKIEN: Yeah, he has IBS leave him alone
TOLKIEN: At least he washes his hands
KYLE: …… sure buddy, sure.
TOLKIEN: Whatever…. He may be a walking shitsack, but he's MY walking shitsack
CLYDE: STOPPPP I'M GONNA CRYYYY
KENNY: By the way, Ghost says cuz
STAN: Like… as in just cuz or cousin?
KENNY: “just cuz” you dumbass
CRAIG: I was about to say, Sweet Home Alabama
CRAIG: Tell me you are from Colorado without telling me you're from Colorado
TOLKIEN: Can I strangle him? Can I strangle him, please?
CRAIG: Fine but do you want to strangle me or double it and give it to the next person?
TOLKIEN: I swear to god Craig
CRAIG: lmao hey spirit or demon or something, if you do something funny I'll post it to every social media I have and it’ll get like,
CRAIG: millions of views
CRAIG: Please I will give creds in the description
CLYDE: NOOOO PLEASE I WILL SHIT MYSELF AGAIN
KYLE: You said that like, Fifty Times already.
CLYDE:WAHGYHFIKYJDIYFOUGUUJULUJGBLUWATERMELONUGKYHFMKYFILMTYFLTDLUFY
CRAIG: LMAO not you saying watermelon
CRAIG: Omg it's like that one TikTok sound
CRAIG: Watermelon sugar high…. watermelon sugar hi…. watermelon sugar hiii..
TOLKIEN: Kill him. Kill him right now ghost
CRAIG: You can't kill me, oim ‘arry stoyles…
KENNY: Guys shhhh
KENNY: The door opened
KENNY: Wait wait wait how did it open???
STAN: IT'S THE FUCKING FBI WERE GONNA DIE IT'S THE FEDS
KYLE: ….No…. I think that's just the wind….you dumbass
STAN: WIND INDOORS??? BULLSHIT!!! THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE
KENNY: Unless the wind came from Clyde haha
CLYDE: OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN!!!!
CRAIG: Hold on let me take a pic of this
JIMMY: R-r-r-read the r-r-room, Craig
CRAIG: The room can wait, I need to do a status update
CRAIG: Omg that rhymed
CRAIG: Guys I'm literally Eminem
JIMMY: Th-th-this is n-n-n-not the t-t-t-time to b-b-be on the g-g-gram, we-we-were ab-b-b-bout to d-die
CRAIG: At least I'm slaying rn
CRAIG: You hoes is ugly
TOLKIEN: Gayest shit I’ve ever heard
CRAIG: Don’t talk to me when I get 1 million
CRAIG: ...
CRAIG: Ew this photos fugly
CRAIG: I'm deleting this shit omfg
CRAIG: It's not giving
KYLE: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT
KYLE: WAIT YOU DUMB DUNKIN DONUTS LOVING HOT CHEETO CRUNCHING FAKE NAIL CLICKING BASIC ASS BITCH
CRAIG: OMFG GOD NOT YOU INTERRUPTING ME DELETING A PIC
CRAIG: WTF DO YOU WANT??
KYLE: See that glitchy shit on your phone?
CRAIG: Yeah, that's why I'm deleting this fugly asf photo
CRAIG: It's the stupidity for me.
KYLE: That's probably the ghost
KYLE: Haven’t you seen like
KYLE: ANY movies?
CRAIG: Only like
CRAIG: Whats popular
CRAIG: Like Kissing Booth and Tall Girl
KYLE: ….You know what?
KYLE: I'm out
KYLE: I can't handle being around your two cent Charli D'amelio ass anymore
KYLE: You guys can get haunted without me
KYLE: I’m officially, OUT
(EDITS MADE BY @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan
#south park edits#southpark#south park#hellpark#underworld park#sp#craig tucker#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#craigfluencer
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Idk why but this is one of the gayest photos I’ve ever seen in my life.
#just LOOK at Watson’s EYES!!#WHATCHA LOOKIN AT THERE SIR???#Holmes: *being smart*#Watson: he’s so pretty oml#jeremy brett#sherlock holmes#john watson#sherlock#granada holmes#johnlock#sherlock x john#acd holmes#acd johnlock#acd sherlock holmes#dr watson#mlm#granada johnlock
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This Week on LGBTQ Twitter: Bisexuals get visible
This week, bi folks are making themselves known on Twitter. And providing some pro tips for how to spot a bisexual in the wild (or the mirror).
Happy Visibility Day, bisexuals! I hope you enjoy 1-3 iced coffees in your leather/jean jacket and score at least one (1) new tattoo while looking up pet adoption photos and sitting completely bananas in a chair!
— Heather Hogan (@theheatherhogan) September 23, 2022
Catch the bi folks now, while you still can…
It’s #BiVisibilityDay, so as is customary, you may perceive me, if only for a moment. pic.twitter.com/XmNGdjMAWN
— Jiwandeep Kohli (@jiwandeepkohli) September 23, 2022
You may know them by their cuffed jeans.
Let’s have a moment of silence to think of all the bisexuals with their cuffed jeans and cold ankles today #BiVisibilityDay2022
— shivani dave (@ShivaniDave) September 23, 2022
And/or oversized sweaters and denim jackets.
And a shout out to my fellow denim jacket bisexuals #BiVisibilityDay2022 https://t.co/8hMON7ZnWY
— Jeff (@bi_dentity) September 23, 2022
Though some bisexuals wear robes and sandals.
come on you know jesus was unapologetically bisexual
— matthew richey (@sleepyrichey) September 23, 2022
This tracks with the notion of a trans Jesus, since such a large number of trans folks are bisexual.
No thoughts, only transmasc Jesus mermaid tree ornament in the Little Italy Christmas store (ft. Top surgery scars) pic.twitter.com/UhnHUscomx
— sarah emily baum (@sarahemilybaum) September 19, 2022
For the Christians out there struggling to understand and respect trans people, Jesus may offer some lessons.
I heard a story yesterday in which a babysitter wouldn’t use a trans kid’s name because it wasn’t “Christ-like,” which is horrifying but also very ironic. Christ wasn’t Jesus’ actual last name! It’s basically a stage name. It wasn’t like: “To Mr. and Mrs. Christ, a son Jesus.”
— Official UPS Hate Account (@Nico_Lang) September 22, 2022
For everyone else, take a gander at these beautifully queer creatures.
People often announce to me awful things they believe Gd wants or thinks about queer or trans people. I used to make complex, theologically sound counter arguments but now I just reply with photos of the gayest looking creatures I’ve ever seen and move on w my day. To wit: pic.twitter.com/0AAjcYTwuK
— S. Bear Bergman (@sbearbergman) September 21, 2022
http://dlvr.it/SYzwP6
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I know I’ve talked about this 800 times by now but seriously what the fuck was bam on when he decided to announce disarm me was about him
#I’m dead serious when I was this is the gayest thing he’s ever done#and I’ve seen photos of him shoving his tongue down other dudes throats
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my suitemate got me tabinof bc they heard i’d never read it before and can I just say this is one of the gayest photos i’ve ever seen
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I know people are freaking out but like … am I the only one that’s getting excited?
Like yeah, they’re both still stunting and things are shit. But consider the content we’re getting that pushes back against everything?? Things haven’t been this blatant and loud since 2015.
Louis is independent. HES FUCKING INDEPENDENT. He confirmed he’s releasing a documentary. Rebecca Ferguson is taking down Syco. Louis is already working on brand deals and LT2 is promising to be fucking gigantic. He’s got one of the BIGGEST artist engagements with fans in the entire celebrity verse.
Harry is filming a movie about a closeted gay man. He’s showing up to set every day, willingly getting papped and being goofy and fun on set. The gayest photos that we have ever seen of her keep dropping. Harry really dipped from DWD and is openly mocking Olivia wilde and her embarrassing attempt to be taken as a serious female director by showing he actually CAN look interested in a woman when he puts his mind to it.
Things are shifting. The next year or two is promising to be massive for both of them. Something huge is going to change before they start touring. There’s no way they’re going to go through another promo cycle throwing out the same lies they had to last time. They’re both fucking done with it. You could see it all over their faces.
I’m excited. I wish more people were.
I think it’s lovely that you’re feeling so positive. And yes, there’s a lot that’s changed in the past few years that I’m super grateful for. I’ve just been here for too long to feel the way you do because too often things have looked so positive, and I’ve been let down in such a major way. I think I’m good just being pleased in the moment, and not looking too far ahead. But I’m all for people being super upbeat and excited. It’s great energy to have around!
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You’re All I See And All I Want (Alex Morgan x Reader)
@heyoharafc Request: Could you do an alex morgan smut fic where she gets jealous of the readers friendship with christen (they dated in college) so like usually she doesn’t mind but maybe she saw fans taking about how much better r x christen would be
WARNING: SMUT AHEAD
Alex’s stares across the field at you, her arms crossed across her chest.
She was never the jealous type, she knew what happened between you and Christen Press in college was over, but still the beast inside her roared whenever she saw the two of you together, more so when she saw the number of fans commenting on how good the two of you had been together, making it a habit of posting old photos of you together when you were at Standford.
“You’re literally burning holes into her.”
Alex jumps, pulled out of her trance by the sound of Kelley’s voice, turning to the defender who’s looking at her with an arched brow.
“What?” She asks, and Kelley snorts.
“You’re looking at Christen like you want her head on a pike.”
Alex sighs, her head hanging in shame.
“I know I shouldn’t be. I don’t care that they’re friends... The fans have been getting to me lately. I mean, I’m sure you’ve seen what they’ve been saying...”
“That Y/N and Chris would be better together?”
Alex cringes when she hears Tobin’s voice, the forward being Christen’s closest friend for the longest time, as well as her own.
“I hope you know I don’t think either would do that to me.” Alex says, Tobin nodding as she runs a hand down her back.
“I know you don’t, trust me, I know how the fans can be.” She sighs.
Across the field you catch sight of Alex’s blue orbs on you out of the corner of your eye, a smile stretching across your face as your eyes lock with hers.
Christen glances over her shoulder, her lips splitting in a grin.
“Should’ve known, you only ever smile at Alex like that.” Christen gives you a nudge and you roll your eyes.
“She looks upset.” You frown, your eyes narrowing as Tobin whispers in Alex’s ear, the woman’s blush visible across field.
“She looks okay to me.” Christen shrugs and you shake your head.
“Her eyes aren’t shining like usual.” You mumble.
Christen lets out a snort, and you turn to her with a scowl.
“What’s so funny?”
“That may be the gayest thing I’ve ever heard, and I mean you know how much Tobin and I hang out with Megan and Ashlyn.”
You give her a shove.
“Stop it.” You pout, walking across field towards Alex.
Alex smiles when she sees you coming, the light in her eyes reappearing as Kelley shakes her head, giving her a nudge.
“Awww come on Y/N! You know I love you!” Christen yells.
Before you can turn around and say anything to her, you catch sight of the light in Alex’s eyes once again dimming.
Your brows knit in confusion, your mind racing with what it could be that was bothering Alex.
Could it be Christen?
You shake your head.
It couldn’t be-
Just as the thought crosses your mind you catch Alex glaring over your shoulder in a way you KNOW she thinks is stealthy.
Yep, it was definitely Christen, but you weren’t sure why, Alex was never EVER the jealous type and seeing her glare at your college-ex was confusing.
“Hey.” You whisper, cupping Alex’s cheeks, the woman blue orbs locking with yours, the light that had again dimmed in them now shining brightly.
“Hey.” She whispers, her hands covering your own.
Your eyes dart around her face, searching for any sign of what you’d seen across field, any sign of discomfort.
It’s only when Christen comes into view that, that discomfort again making itself prominent, the light in her eyes dulling, but not as much as it had a moment before.
“Are you okay?” You whisper, stroking her cheek and Alex clears her throat, nodding.
“Ye-Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” She stammers, voice an octave higher.
Your eyes narrow.
“You’re right.”
***
As days passed you noticed Alex’s demeanor change, the forward becoming increasingly more uncomfortable while in Christen’s presence.
It soon comes to a point where you can’t ignore it any further.
“Al, talk to me, please?” You say, the forward turning to you with a furrowed brow.
“What do you mean?” She asks innocently, knowing in the back of her mind what it was you wanted to talk about.
Before you can say anything further Alex moves to her feet with a yawn.
“I’m going to get a shower before bed.”
You watch her go with a frown, sighing sadly.
“I wish you’d just talk to me.” You whisper as the bathroom door clicks shut.
Unconsciously you find yourself grabbing your phone and opening Instagram.
You smile as you search your gallery, finding a picture of you and Alex, the woman on your back as the celebrate a goal, but it’s what’s UNDER the picture that draws your attention.
Imagine if Y/N was still with Chris-
You frown, scrolling further through the comments, your eyes scanning yet another comment.
I still think Christen and Y/N were the best cou-
You close your eyes.
No wonder Alex had been so jealous, no wonder she’d felt discomfort when Christen was around.
It was because of the fans and their comments.
It was because of the fans making her feel as if she wasn’t good enough for you.
***
Alex stands beneath the shower head with a sigh, her head tilted back as water cascades down her bare body.
A shower had been the perfect excuse to get away from you, a perfect excuse to avoid the conversation she’d been dreading having.
She knew her growing jealousy had become apparent, so apparent that you’d noticed, as had the others, Christen in particular.
Alex sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she lets the hot water soothe her.
Alex jumps, nearly slipping and falling when you jerk the shower curtain open.
“Jesus Y/N! You scared the hell out of me!” She gasps, resting a hand on her bare chest.
Her brows furrow as you stare at her with a frown all the while slowly shedding your clothes.
“What are you…”
Alex stops midsentence when you step into the shower and ever so gently cup her cheeks.
Blue orbs disappear behind closed eyelids as you rest your forehead against hers.
“I love you Alex Morgan.” You whisper, Alex’s eyes fluttering open as they lock with your Y/E/C’s.
“I love you and only you.” You whisper, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her lips.
Alex sniffles, tears welling up in her eyes as you dot her face with kisses, ending up at her forehead, the woman sniffling.
Your eyes open, widening when you see your girlfriend’s state.
“Hey, shhhhh, it’s okay.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around her, pulling her bare body against yours, the interaction far from sexual, no, it was intimate.
“I’m sorry.” She cries into your neck and you shake your head.
“No, I’m sorry for not seeing what the fans were saying sooner.” You say, Alex pulling back, watery blue orbs darting around your face.
“You, Alex Morgan, are the only one I want.” You whisper, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“But-
You shake your head, cupping her cheeks, your thumb running along her sharp cheekbones.
“No buts, you’re all I want, no matter what ANY fan says.” You rest your forehead back against hers and Alex smiles, eyes fluttering shut as she relishes in the feel of your body against hers.
“I love you Y/N.” She whispers and you smile.
“I love you too.”
***
Later that night Alex is curled up on top of you, the woman nuzzling into your neck, a permanent smile plastered on her face.
“What’s got you so happy Morgan?” You ask, voice raspy from disuse.
Alex giggles.
“Ohh, nothing.” She hums, kissing your neck.
“I’m just lucky to have you in my life.” She whispers and you pull back, the woman sitting up so she can look in your eyes.
You lean in, bumping your nose against hers.
“No, I’m the lucky one.”
Alex giggles, pressing a tender, loving kiss to your lips.
That tender kiss sparks something inside the two of you, your lips meeting again and again until your lips part, your tongues flicking against one another tentatively.
You sit up, Alex’s legs wrapping around your middle as her fingers tangle in your hair, her tongue brushing yours more forcefully.
Alex sighs when your hands slip beneath her shirt, your fingers deftly unhooking her bra, the woman holding her arms up as you pull her shirt and bra off over her head, revealing the expanse of tanned skin you had the pleasure of seeing often.
Alex’s breath hitches as she tilts her head back, your lips brushing one of her pert nipples teasingly before you press loving kisses to the swells of her breasts.
The tender kisses your dot her chest with is a level of intimacy that she’d only ever shared with you, an intimacy she never wanted to share with ANYONE else.
Alex gasps when your take her nipple between your lips, your tongue lashing against it, swirling around the stiff bud before you flatten your tongue against it and shake your head, making Alex’s hips cant.
Alex’s hips rock as you give her opposite breast equal attention, the woman moaning as you roll your hips, her pleasure heightened.
Her breath continues to hitch, hips rolling as her pleasure grows.
“I love you...” She whispers into your mouth, a pit forming in her belly, sending a wave of heat throughout her body.
“I love you too Alex.” You whisper, the forward moaning softly, her lips brushing yours over and over again as her hips pick up speed.
“Let go Al, I’ve got you.” You whisper, Alex burying her face in your neck as she cums with a cry that sounds a lot like your name.
You hold her close as she shudders violently, body tensing as she orgasms.
Alex’s smile splits into a grin, panting as she rests her forehead against yours.
“I love you Alex, you and only you, you’re all I see and all I want.”
Alex presses a soft kiss to your lips, the tip of her nose brushing yours.
“I love you Y/N, you’re all I could’ve asked for and even more.”
Later that night, with a bare Alex Morgan laying on your chest, wide awake as you sleep soundly, Alex wonders how she could’ve ever thought you’d want Christen Press more than her.
She presses a tender kiss to your jawline and you smile in your sleep, your arms wrapping tightly around her.
“I love you Al...” You rasp, obviously still asleep and Alex beams.
“I love you too Y/N, so much.”
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Find the Word Tag Game
tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites very kindly tagged me all official-like, thank you ❤
my words: star, light, bright, first, tonight, wish, diamond
tagging: @zmlorenz, @ashen-crest, @drabbleitout, @pertinax--loculos–loculos, @drippingmoon, and Winnie the Pooh and Tigger too
your words: stomp, pillow, wild, tone, fly
star (Rebirth)—
Warren didn't dare turn around to look at his target. "Is this why you look like you're channeling the gayest rock star there's ever been?"
Guetry narrowed his eyes over his lopsided grin. "Bisexual. Mint for clocking the rock star bit. Doesn’t matter, I was going through a 'macho' phase when they took that photo anyway. It’s a long story."
"You know I've seen your file?"
"You're not exactly blending in, here, gorge."
"Well that’s fucking racist."
Guetry lifted his groomed eyebrows at him, not taking the bait.
light (Meridian)—
Warren's blood turned to ice. "What?" He shook his head. "It sounded like you said...it sounded like you said not to go after him. But that would be ridiculous, because we all need Thrive back, and we need him back in one piece." He regarded the orb with a hard look. "Right?"
The messenger ceased its gentle bobbing in mid-air and became concentrated light near the viewscreen. "His capture by beings beyond our realm of knowledge has been—"
"I don't know if you realize this," Warren interrupted, "but I've been around a long time. I've seen things I've never should've seen and yet I've forgotten more of my trauma than half of my species has ever lived. I've got nothing but time, my guy. If you don't wanna help me, that's your prerogative, but I'll be damned if you think I'm gonna let you tell me not to find Orthrive'poliea because it's 'too dangerous.' I'm not scared of you or them, so fuck your entire selfish, righteous people for the big pile of dog-shit nothing you've done for me and him."
The orb exploded outward, its light intensifying along with a window-rattling roar, like the scream of a blazing comet, filling bones with dread and ears with pain. It sent a chill down Warren's spine, injected him with necessary rage. When the onslaught of light and noise finally ceased, he did a visual sweep of the room to assess everyone's status, then turned back to the orb.
"...Did you not hear what I just fucking said," he said darkly.
bright (Destiny)—
Warren disrobed and stepped into the form suit, which stretched smoothly over his limbs, molded to his skin. The collar hugged his throat, yet he didn't feel like he had been stuffed into a sausage casing. The material was silky, snug, and warm, allowed him plenty of stretch to move around to his fullest capacity, and the pattern of sleek silver swooping over the black material flattered every aspect of his appearance. His complexion looked deeper and flushed with color, his eyes more blue and bright, and the pattern slimmed him down.
"Oh, damn," he murmured in approval, checking himself out in the mirror from most angles. "I'm keeping this."
"Feel free! We've got loads of them for replacements or repairs." She smiled at him as he exited the bathroom. "Yes, the silver makes your eyes stand out."
"I don't even care that it makes my ass look bigger, to be honest."
Sussa raised her eyebrows. "Bigger? Or...better?"
Warren laughed. "Ooh...you're gonna be a huge fucking problem, aren't you?"
first (Eternal)—
Warren almost didn't hear her as his eyes were locked with Thrive's across the room. He seemed equally bewildered to see him, but no less relieved and overjoyed in his very Thrive way of showing it, meaning to a bystander he showed no emotion whatsoever other than mild surprise.
"Wow," Warren blurted. The door tried to close on his momentarily paralyzed form and bounced painfully off his shoulder. "I...you look...so good."
And he did. Thrive's hair had been combed into an unfamiliar but flattering side part, his already sun-kissed skin practically glowing in the harsh lighting of the office. A wrapping of green cloth over a golden form suit made the color of his eyes more intense, and while he still looked tired, he looked like he'd definitely done some physical labor in the time they'd been apart. Warren couldn't remember him looking as stunning as he did just then, seeing him in person for the first time in almost half a year, with an audience, when he least expected it.
"As do you," Thrive said, and the sweep of his gaze over Warren's admittedly more toned form set off a wave of goosebumps. "...It's...incredibly good to see you again."
tonight (Rebirth)—
"So where and when's this show gonna be?"
Guetry hauled a huge equipment box onto his good shoulder and walked with Warren down the ramp of the shuttle bay. "Tonight, right here."
[...]
And now, as Warren looked at Guetry with that same expression, he was met with a mischievous grin.
"What do you mean right here?"
Guetry did a wide spin as he disembarked. "This whole port, man. I rented it out for the next forty-eight hours."
"An egregious waste of funds," Thrive said, descending the ramp behind them. "Could an auditorium not have sufficed?"
Guetry genuinely laughed as if that was the most ridiculous question he'd ever been asked. Thrive rolled his eyes when his back was turned.
wish (Eternal)—
"DeCosta," Thrive said, his voice thundering over the whirring of the consoles. He turned his fiery ire to her and Warren grimaced. "I was under the impression that this would take vessels across the galaxy in an instant. Did I misunderstand you?"
"Not exactly," DeCosta said. "We had to condense the truth as we believed our accomplishment wouldn't be taken seriously if we'd been forthright."
Thrive's tone remained surprisingly level despite his rage. "You have used an unauthorized connection with a vital transportation hub eighty-four light-years from the Felir'ís Sector, in the protected space of Tytiva. The brightest star in the upper left of the gate, at the forefront of the nebula, is Rūka, around which orbits the planet Zliyagi. You have effectively given an open invitation to any and all eliyi who wish to settle their score with me and everyone else in this galaxy, and you're facing serious criminal charges at the hands of the Tytivans, so allow me to go on record as saying that I will be the first in line to testify against you at your trial."
diamond (Aurora)—
A few tables adorned the balcony, occupied by patrons quietly enjoying their meals—not without recognizing Thrive and Warren and whispering amongst themselves—but only one table had been set with a flameless candle in the center and highly polished silverware on either side. Glass jewels cut to look like diamonds circled the candle, and electronic menus sat on the two empty plates.
"Oh, boy," Warren said at length, carefully taking his seat as the host pulled out his chair. "I may be too casual for this place."
Thrive politely declined the host, who had been about to pull out his chair as well. "Then don't think of it as a restaurant. Think of it as just the two of us taking in each other's company wherever you'd like us to be."
Warren regarded Thrive warmly once the maȋtre d' made his exit. "Wherever I'd like us to be?"
Thrive pinned him with a knowing, but still somewhat disapproving thinning of his eyes. "Other than the obvious."
#tag game#y'all would legitmately not be able to stand me anymore if you knew the snippet I was originally gonna use for wish lol 😬#also that was literally the only instance of 'diamond' lmao
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off topic - let’s talk about gaylena 👀
selena gomez is one of taylor’s oldest and bestest friends and given that she is in the 22 liner notes, a huge part of taylor’s life, and maybe fruity herself it seems like possibly we don’t talk about her here at the blog enough!
i don’t want to do a timeline of selena and taylor’s friendship - you can read more about that here, but they met back in the day when they were both dating jonas brothers and to me this idea of finding a real friendship in the midst of these contrived promances is pretty adorable.
ofc most of y’all think taylor is a fruit basket but i think there’s a good chance that selena is too! i’m not saying she is for sure but y’all know me. i’’m here to make a compelling case that everyone and their dog is gay so let’s gooooo!
Part I - At least one fake rs!
Selena “dated” Taylor Lautner in 2009 and he’s definitely gay. Of course, that doesn’t mean she is, it could just be PR, but y’all know I gotta note everything! We stan our fruity bffs dating the same gays 😍
Part II - Selena x cara delevingne
i feel like there’s a chance they met through taylor but everyone in that squad adjacent circle knows one another. cara dated michelle rodriguez for the first half of 2014 and then got with annie clark in March 2015 but it feels like it’s possible something has gone on between her and Selena from summer 2014 - early 2015? ...maybe something casual on and off a bit?
August 2014 - Steamy pics surface in Saint-Tropez, France
Selena and and a freshly single Cara vacation together in part to celebrate Selena’s 22nd birthday.
They party together and look cozy!
Pictures such as this surface and spark rumors around the two:
Selena apparently loves the rumors and gushes about being shipped with Cara.
Quote:
You say Selena drag queens were the true measure of success for you. But isn’t it true that you’re not truly famous until you’ve been the subject of a gay rumor? And last year, the tabloids had a field day with photos of you and Cara Delevingne.
I’ve made it!
How did you react to those rumors?
Honestly, I loved it. I didn’t mind it. Especially because they weren’t talking about other people in my life for once, which was wonderful. Honestly, though, she’s incredible and very open and she just makes me open. She’s so fun and she’s just extremely adventurous, and sometimes I just want that in my life, so I didn’t mind it. I loved it.
Notice she doesn’t deny them? Now of course she could just be being cool, if she freaked out about it that might be even weirder but hey, it’s still kind of interesting.
Then she admits to questioning her sexuality???
Have you ever questioned your sexuality?
Oh, I think everybody does, no matter who they are. I do, yeah, of course. Absolutely. I think it’s healthy to gain a perspective on who you are deep down, question yourself and challenge yourself; it’s important to do that.
(Selena btw, this is cool and all, but not everybody questions their sexuality, maybe you’re just gay 👀)
November 1 - LACMA Art + Film Gala
they even left the event together 👀
and they hung out earlier that day as well:
They were seen the next day partying for Kendall Jenner’s bday singing to her:
a few weeks later Cara tweets Selena’s lyrics!
In December 2014 they are travelling together in texas:
in january 2015 they get cozy at the golden globes together!
and they leave together again:
January 19th/20th a bunch of gay nonsense happens
They post this gay shit with matching shoes and linked fingers:
then they say this to one another:
Enty says they were hooking up!
then we don’t get any more content that i can find for about six months! perhaps they had a fling from summer 2014-jan 2015 and then it ends, Cara gets with Annie in March? Then after half a year apart Selena and Cara resume a friendly relationship? Perhaps! Selena is seen with Justin a bit off and on during this time but this was in their Style/Heat Death Era imo (tbh i probably shouldn’t give a hetty pairing including Justin that designation 🤢but y’all get what I’m saying - it’s fully possible Selena was hooking up with both of them!
Now I’m not super familiar with Selena’s discography so y’all lmk if I’m missing anything major - lyric wise that point to her not being straight.
Selena’s album Revival that comes out after this relationship has a few songs with some vibes, even though I get the feeling a lot of it is probably about Justin, allow me to reach. The title track could be translated as someone coming to terms with their sexuality (among other things):
I feel like I've awakened lately
The chains around me are finally breaking
I've been under self-restoration
I've become my own salvation
Showing up, no more hiding, hiding
The light inside me is bursting, shining
It's my, my, my time to butterfly
Good for you, imo, is too sexy to be about a man even if it’s not super queer lyrically it’s a vibe ok?
Me & My Girls might be a bestie anthem a la 22 (oh wait, no 22 was gay too) but I mean...could be about a girl gang of lesbians too!
And if we want it, we take it
If we need money, we make it
Nobody knows if we fake it
You like to watch while we shake it
I know we're making you thirsty
You want us all in the worst way
But you don't understand
I don't need a man
Quinn Fabray indeed!
Nobody feels probably like a retrospective on Justin 🙄but...there is a hint of sapphic craving in there! Saying this particular lover loves them differently than everyone is a bit 👀 plus this stanza:
No oxygen, can barely breathe
My darkest sin, you've raised release
And it's all because of you, all because of you
And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in
No one compares, could ever begin
To love me like you do
And I wouldn't want them to
Is Perfect about some bitch Justin started dating? Probably but bear with me here this song is actually pretty fucking gay. Gay enough that I’m gonna add it to one of my gay playlists. Could this song actually be about Cara moving on to Annie?
Ooh, and I bet she has it all
Bet she's beautiful like you, like you
And I bet she's got that touch
Makes you fall in love, like you, like you
I can taste her lipstick and see her laying across your chest
I can feel the distance every time you remember her fingertips
Maybe I should be more like her
Maybe I should be more like her
I can taste her lipstick, it's like I'm kissing her, too
And she's perfect
And she's perfect
Part III - Selena x Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels is a singer/songwriter known for her song Issues. I don’t know her sexuality but she at the least has gay vibes! It seems they met around this time perhaps because Julia wrote on Revival.
They have a friendly enough friendship for a few years, liking one another’s posts on IG from time to time, posing for a photo a time or two and then they seem to get swept up into this very intense friendship in 2019. They write some music together and Julia goes whole hog in promoting the shoe brand Selena is hawking this time 😭
2019 - The Superior Sapphic Jelena Timeline:
It starts, for some reason with a lot of shoe promotion:
chill, chill
more shoes
but more gayness?
this homo shit
ok...
Then we go into the REALLY GAY NOVEMBER OF 2019:
Then they perform together:
And...actually kiss...on the mouth on stage???
Sure it’s just a peck but still...if that were a guy people would say they were dating.
Somehow kissing on the mouth isn’t the gayest thing these girls do over this period because these fucking dykes got matching tattoos. I’ve read enough Larry blogs to know this actually means they’re secretly married. All jokes aside this is fruity behavior.
From their IG stories:
Selena gets Julia a very nice christmas gift:
Covid sets in and content drops off but god damn! It’s possible they just had an intense friendship but if a man and a woman collabed on music together, kissed in public, and got matching tattoos everyone would say they were dating!
Selena, as far as I can find, didn’t have any public boyfriends around this time so who are some of these love songs about?
Rare comes out in January 2020 and perhaps has some gayish songs?
Don’t tell me why but boyfriend lowkey, has a gay vibe. Don’t ask me to explain it but it’s just the musicality of it.
Crowded Room could be a love song for Julia? (or by Julia for Selena, since they’re collaborators?)
Baby, it's just me and you
Baby, it's just me and you
Just us two
Even in a crowded room
Baby, it's just me and you, yeah
These are general gay vibes, our secret moments in a crowded room tease
It started polite, out on thin ice
'Til you came over to break it
I threw you a line and you were mine
It would have started out polite between them, since they worked together for years before whatever 2019 was happened. And throwing someone a line first of all makes Selena sound like the aggressor but also “throwing someone a line” could be a reference to writing songs together.
Yeah, I was afraid, but you made it safe
I guess that is our combination
Said you feel lost, well, so do I
So won't you call me in the morning?
I think that you should call me in the morning
If you feel the same, 'cause
Lots of people are afraid at the beginning of a gay rs. Treacherous tease 👀
In summation!
Selena does gay stuff like fantasizing ab kissing other women in her music, getting very touchy with famous dykes on vacay, hangs out with Taylor Swift, has chronic mental health issues, dated a jonas brother and a twilight gay, has admitted to questioning her sexuality, and loves being shipped with women. Is she gay? I don’t know! But all she’s missing from her celesbian bingo card is a suspiciously intense friendship with a Glee Cast member!
What do you guys think? Selena fruity or just weird?
Edit to add: so apparently I missed an entire ship and Selena supposedly acted really gay all the time with her backup dancer Charity Baroni. Exposing SMG has posted a lot about all that.
Also Selena has been cast in a gay role!
edit to add: @bisluthq went and found this for me - julia is indeed a fruit queen
#selena gomez#gaylena#taylena#gossip#cara delevingne#julia michaels#lesbian#sapphic#of interest#taylor's fruity friends
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Yea these Spotify images for The Other Side Of The Door are the gayest things I’ve ever seen. Like I’m already bisexual but these photos were my gay awakening. Like THE ONE IN THE TANKTOP, so good😪
#if this doesn’t confirm gaylor idk what will#gaylor#taylor swift#Taylor nation#fearless#fearless (taylor’s version)#taylorstans
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u still forging? id love to see some of the stuff you make
I am! But lately all I’ve been forging is paid commissions for witches and I’m not gonna be the guy that starts showing people pictures of the spirit tools that they designed for their craft without express permission. Main reason I’m not on etsy is because my thing right now really isn’t forging off-the-shelf type stuff all day and then selling it, so much as working with clients privately to make their dream implements/weapons a reality, and I’m not trying to get fucked up by witches for some exposure, lol, not worth it. I’ve been blessed with clients who are some of the most knowledgeable and terrifying humans I’ve ever met, and keeping a tight lip about my creations, even when i’m really proud of them, is just the price to be paid for what I do. I do have some to-do list items to make for myself, and as they become completed, I’ll try to remember to post more photos of my projects. lately, I just forget completely about tumblr when the crafting is upon me.
I am, however about halfway finished machining a weapon for *myself* which is a hot pink aluminum baseball bat studded with steel lag bolts and filled with molten aluminum for weight BUT I don’t wanna post public photos until she’s finished-finished. She’s already painted and kinda pretty looking, and I’ve shown photos to friends, but I really wanna do an ito-style wrapping on the handle, make some really nice menuki for the handle, do another row of lag bolts, affix a bigass steel lag bolt in the pommel for balance, and dangle an entire collection of Hello Kitty and Sailor Moon phone charms from her hilt before she’s ready for public photos. I’m making the most aggressively homosexual bludgeoning weapon I can muster. I’ve been playing way too much cyberpunk 2077 and between my love for The Moxes and my own being completely fed up with being mistreated for being gay, I’ve decided what I really need in my vehicle and bedroom is a neon bludgeoning club elton john himself would see and be like “bruh that’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen.” so that’s basically what I’ve been working on since yesterday.
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August Contest Submission #3: Rule Number One
Words: ca. 2,000
Setting: modern, tattoo shop
Lemon: No
CW: past abusive relationship, past attempted murder, scar, tattoo needles
A/N: Sorry for any inaccuracies, I sadly have not yet been to a tattoo parlor or gotten a tattoo
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Rule number one: Don’t fall in love with strangers.
That’s it. That’s my only rule.
But it’s an important one, because I’ve been well and truly fucked over by falling for strangers in the past. Usually this just turned out to be a relationship that didn’t work out in the end, drifting apart, etc. — but then there was Hans.
That asshole was rotting in jail like he deserved.
I’ll spare you the details, because I tend to ramble (at least that’s what I’ve heard) but what started with a fun conversation at a party one night ended in a hospital stay six months later when Hans, the greedy little bastard, decided he should attempt to kill me for my family’s money.
But he didn’t do a great job at that. Obviously, I lived.
That was almost three years ago now, and to celebrate the milestone, I decided to get a tattoo to cover the scar he left me. It’s meant to be therapeutic; maybe I’ll finally feel that I’m free of him for good.
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Bells jingled in my ear as I pushed through the door of my local tattoo shop — the one rated five stars on yelp, not the sketchy two-star shop downtown, rumored to have terrible needle hygiene. I felt a rush of air conditioning as the door closed behind me. The inside of the shop was brightly lit and smelled of alcohol cleaner. Excellent.
I smiled as I looked around the modern space. There was a desk up front with two women sitting behind it, chitchatting. Along the bright ice-blue painted walls, dozens of photos of tattoo designs hung. Three tattoo stations were spread out down the length of the building. The first two both had an artist working on a client, but it looked like the farthest station was open, with a blonde woman sitting near it. That must be her!
“Hi,” I said, approaching the front desk. The ladies stopped chatting and looked at me. “I have an appointment with Elsa?”
The brunette glanced down at a paper. “Anna?”
“Yes.”
She smiled. “Right this way,” she said, standing up and taking a fast pace across the room, past the two other artists.
I half-jogged to keep up with the lady. Jeez Louise - why was she walking so fast? When we reached Elsa, I was almost out of breath and I could feel my pulse pounding heavily in my neck. I could tell I was about to make a stellar first impression.
The front desk lady left me and I found myself looking at who can only be described as literally the hottest woman I’d ever seen. Elsa was sitting at a desk beside the parlor chair, lost in a sketch. She had line art tattoos sprawling up both arms of various floral and geometric designs, shown off by her sleeveless black t-shirt. Elsa’s hair was white-blonde and styled in possibly the gayest look I could imagine: the sides were buzzed, fading up into a gently tossled short cut. Even without the ear gauge and nose ring, I had zero doubt she was queer.
Elsa glanced up and noticed me standing there, staring at her. She smiled.
“Oh!” I nearly shouted, embarrassment flushing on my cheeks from being caught. “I’m - uh - Anna.”
Elsa was still smiling as she stood up and reached out her hand for me to shake. “Lovely to meet you, Anna. Elsa. I enjoyed our consultation emails, but I always love seeing the canvas in person,” she said with a wink.
I lost my words for a moment; felt a little breathless. “Oh, yeah — it’s so great to meet you!” I finally was able to form speech. “I love your work, I follow your Instagram.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said. “Here, take a seat, hon.” Elsa gestured to the padded chair. “We’ll have a chat about your final design, but first…” she reached behind her chair, grabbing a water bottle and stress ball. “These are for you. If there’s anything I can do to make you more comfortable, be sure to ask.”
“Thank you!” I took them from her and started fidgeting with the stress ball.
“Now Anna,” she said, grabbing a notebook. “I know you said you wanted this design on your lower stomach, beneath the belly button, but as it’s your first tattoo, I wanted to discuss the placement with you for a minute.”
“Oh,” I said. “The placement is actually the most important part. I’d like to get it over… this.” I leaned back and lifted my shirt a few inches to reveal a jagged three inch scar below my belly button.
A look of comprehension dawned on Elsa’s face. “Of course. This tattoo can certainly cover up your scar there, but I will warn you, tattooing over scar tissue can be much more painful than usual. Some people describe it as a deeper pain, down to the nerve.”
I had done my research and nodded. “I know. I know it can be like that. The way I see it is, just like the physical tattoo, this pain can be a new memory to cover up the memory of what he did to me.”
Something dark seemed to flash behind Elsa’s clear blue eyes when I said that. She swallowed. “Absolutely. As long as you’re sure.”
“One hundred percent,” I said.
“Okay, sweetie,” she picked up a stencil. “You’re still interested in just the line art? No shading or other colors?”
“Yep, just the lines.” I said, flushing a little from her terms of endearment. I was so sure she called all her clients that, but I wasn’t used to it. And I liked it.
“Alright. Let’s just settle on a final placement then.”
After setting the stencil and transferring the line work in a purple ink, Elsa soon began to work on the tattoo. She started on a line that didn’t touch the scar, so I could ease into the pain. When the needles made contact, I closed my eyes.
A small jab of pain pierced my skin. The location of the stab was so familiar, it transferred me to that night three years ago.
The knife.
His voice.
The pain.
“Oh, Anna.”
The twist.
“If only there was someone that loved you.”
My eyes snapped open and I found that I was squeezing the stress ball so hard that my nails were digging grooves into it.
Elsa was looking at me with concern. “You okay, Anna?”
“…Yeah,” I forced out. “I think I need to keep my eyes open, that’s all.”
“Whatever you need,” Elsa said. She hesitated before adding, “If you want to talk about anything, I’m a great listener.”
It only took about fifteen minutes and a few more gentle prompts from the artist before I began spilling all of my pent-up emotion.
“…and before I knew it, he had stabbed me. Right there. I mean, clearly… And then he tried to complete some insane plan of his to try and break into my parent’s safe because he knew my family came from money. But it turned out he was wrong about the safe - it was empty - and my parents happened to come home early, and they caught him and found me… And thank goodness for that. Who knows how long I would’ve lasted otherwise.”
“Thank goodness is right!” Elsa said with concern as she moved the tattoo gun along her lines. She looked up. “I can’t imagine what that would be like to go through.”
I let out a hollow laugh. “Well, just imagine your whole world being turned upside down — and also getting stabbed, I guess.” I felt the needles go across the scar again and gripped the armrest. “I had a pretty lengthy hospital stay, and then tried to ease myself back into regular life. But it’s never really the same after something like that, you know?”
“Oh definitely,” Elsa said, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “How did you start to move on from that? If you don’t mind me asking.”
I thought about it for a moment. “Well, I didn’t really move on right away. I didn’t go right into therapy like I should’ve, and I avoided thinking about any of it for… a solid year. I didn’t talk about it to a single person. But it wasn’t healthy to just pretend it never happened, so eventually I gave in and started seeing a therapist, which has helped me start to feel like myself again.”
I squished the stress ball.
“About a year ago I started planning my tattoo, and the whole process has been a great distraction as well as a part of healing.”
Elsa smiled. “I love hearing how people plan their tattoos. How did you decide what the subject would be?”
“I knew I wanted it to be a flower, because they’re so contrary to everything about Hans. Can you believe we were together for six months and he never once bought me flowers? I mean, I’m not saying those gender roles should exist, but he knew how much I love them and he never bothered.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Elsa said. “I would fill your home with all the flowers I could afford if I was lucky enough to be your girlfriend.”
My whole face warmed with blush. Lucky… to be…? “Wow,” I laughed nervously. “I think I’d be the lucky one there…” I could’ve sworn I saw Elsa blush, just slightly. I continued, “Anyway, I uh, started to research some meanings behind flowers and it turned out that one of my favorites actually is a symbol for rebirth or a never-ending circle of life. And I just thought that would be a beautiful way to move forward from the trauma into a new cycle of healing. So, I picked the crocus.”
Elsa was quiet for a minute while she worked. The tattoo looked about three-quarters done; it was really starting to come together with its big swooping petals. Then she spoke, “Anna. You are such a strong person to get through something like that — and keep your spark. I just met you an hour ago but when I look at you, I see someone who could take on anything. So, I hope you know that when you look in the mirror, you’re looking into the eyes of a fighter.”
“Thank you.” My heart leapt at her words. They seemed so genuine, I wondered if she made a connection like this with many of her customers. Maybe. Probably. I shouldn’t get too excited.
We continued on in a comfortable silence as she created lines of healing petals across my skin. Every once in a while I had to squeeze my stress ball extra hard to deal with the pain.
I looked at Elsa while she was focused on my stomach, left hand holding my skin in place while her right hand worked the tattoo gun. A few times I felt a strange flutter in my stomach under her fingertips, as if I was realizing for the first time that she was touching me.
Dear Lord, Anna. It’s literally her job, calm down.
She’s so nice, though! And so hot…
But that didn’t matter. There was no way she would be interested in me.
The needles moved back over my scar, and stayed there, as it had a long line that needed to cross the damaged tissue. I squeezed the stress ball harder than ever, trying not to let slip a strangled moan from my throat.
“Take some deep breaths. You can do this,” Elsa said, noticing my hands.
I gritted my teeth and focused on breathing out slowly and deliberately.
My lungs emptied. I breathed in steadily and felt the rush of relief in my chest. The throbbing in my scar seemed to fade while I was focused on my lungs.
“Good girl,” Elsa said.
The words sent an unexpected jolt of desire shooting down from my stomach.
“Fuck,” I whispered, letting my head fall back onto the chair’s head cushion.
Elsa looked up with concern. “What’s your pain level at, hon?”
“Oh no, it’s not that. I just,” I took a deep breath. “I just think I broke rule number one.”
#elsanna#submission#august 2021 contest#prompt: flowers#cw: abusive relationship#CW: murder#cw: needles
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