#Trixie and Katya are getting me through it

[downintheseine]

just putting this here for myself, not really trying to make a point. i really fucking despise this "art style" (if you can call it that) that i've been using recently and i'm very surprised by the fact that i'm getting notes on those drawings. i started making digital art cause it allowed me to do something i don't have the means and space to do irl (painting) and i used to make detailed stuff that took time and patience and that hardly got any attention. this sketched/cartoonish style that i'm doing rn is so braindead to me, it's what i've been doing in my sketchbooks for years and years. i regularly go through my stuff and rip up drawings in that style, mostly cause i find it utterly pointless. and yet, here on tumblr they do noticeably better, especially when i portray something that has a bit of a following, like that stupid drawing of trixie and katya. sometimes this really feels like a website for fucking kids, ngl.

[yanderelmk]

Hello there!! I saw the form for matchmaking and I decided to do one :DD

~ I'll go by Lotus for this form ☺️

~ I don't have a preference when it comes to gender, and I'm poly! I'm demisexual and demiromantic though, and prefer my partners a bit on the smart side (I think there's a term for that?? But I don't know). I also use they/she pronouns

~ I really love to write, although my motivation for that lately has been non-existent. I also like mythology, history, and comedy! I'm also my online friend groups resident 'heres 20 memes and 5 picrews' friend. I use a lot of emojis when typing (💜😊😅💕💖). I'd like to get better at cooking but I have more things to focus on at the moment.

~ I'm the designated therapy friend, and I mostly express affection through physical touch or acts of service. I'd love to be able to wake up with cuddles and then make my partner breakfast 💕

~ I hateeeeee spiders and bugs. I just can't stand them. If one gets on me I will scream and begin to flail around. I also don't really like math, my brain just isn't wired to do it.

(Thank you so much for doing this!! Reading whatever you post helps brighten my day 💜💜)

~💜💫

OK hear me out: Red Son and MK. Don't worry MK's scared of spiders too you can both leap on the table like Shaggy & Scooby Doo while screaming for Red Son to kill it. Which she will do. And call you both dumbasses in the process. Red Son was actually alive for a good part of the JTTW story, he can tell you what the time period was like in accurate detail and probably even show you some things he has left over (this would be great for both the mythological and historical interests!) You can't tell me MK isn't cripplingly bad at math. Hand him the quadratic formula he will look up at you with big goopy eyes and ask "What did I do to deserve this?" MK (and Red Son even if he'd rather die before admit it) really loves snuggling up to someone, oftentimes casually going over to sit someone in their lap or just sitting in someone's lap like this is an everyday occurrence. Oh, and head scratchies are absolutely appreciated. Perhaps even mandatory. I imagine MK appreciates the acts of service because he can be very disorganized and scattered, so assistance with making sure he eats regular meals and cleans up his room would be deeply appreciated. Red Son might feel partially guilty about the acts of service, telling you "Such menial work is for the peasantry, let them take care of such trivial matters while we watch Her Highnesses Queen Trixie and Katya. I must take notes from them for how I am to one day rule the mortal realm."

[percluca]

"Gamer gorl" or who knows, shawty could be hacking government files ;3 (made this last night/this morning)

tbh i dont like this one very much but its all good, gonna get back to drawing food tbh. Shoutout to Trixie and Katya for being with me through it all, i gotta draw them at some point...

[roxy206]

The gate squeaked as it opened and Trixie shushed Katya as he followed behind. The pool had closed hours ago, but the latch had proved faulty and Trixie was glad that he didn’t have to scale the fence as part of Katya’s hair brain scheme for a midnight dip.

The lights strung along the patio were off, a sign that guests should not be in this area. But the sky was impossibly bright, a shade of blue neither of them had ever seen before, stars speckled so dense across it.

When Trixie had brought up the idea of a trip to Zion, Katya had surely thought it was a hypothetical. Even as they talked about it at length, he assumed it was the same as when Trixie talked about running away to some tropical beach and ditching their phones somewhere along the way. Sure, they were actually going to Utah, but it wasn’t until his assistant was confirming flight details that Katya realized Trixie had been serious.

The four hour drive, just the two of them in the rental car, should have been long enough for the decision to really sink in. Instead the disbelief gave way to utter awe as the landscape unfolded in front of them.

Dropping the towels on a deck chair, Katya turned to Trixie. He had barely made it two steps in, neck craned up to take in the sight. Even with his mouth slightly ajar, Katya could see the relaxation on Trixie’s face. That alone made the whole damn trip worth it.

Katya’s flip flops slapped onto the ground and Trixie turned toward the sound. Trixie watched as Katya pulled the t-shirt over his head, revealing muscle after muscle. With his attention decidedly shifted, Trixie walked toward the pool as Katya slipped in. Quickly Trixie followed suit.

They each made leisurely strokes through the water, unintentionally swimming to opposite ends of the pool. When Katya realized, he called out, “Marco!” A laugh following.

“Shh, someone is going to hear us!” Trixie loudly whispered.

“Then come over here.”

With a sigh, Trixie swam toward Katya.

“You’re not going to get in trouble,” Katya reassured Trixie as he reached Katya’s side.

All of the scenarios Trixie had been playing through his mind were on the tip of his tongue, but he felt the brush of Katya’s hand. Felt Katya’s eyes focused on him. And as he met Katya’s gaze, he let the thoughts drift away.

Treading water, they both fell silent.

The sky beckoned to them, a work of art right in front of their eyes. They had been stunned by beauty all day; the pictures they had seen nothing in comparison to experiencing the national park in person. But there was something so simple, so daunting, so inspiring about the unpolluted night sky.

Both let out a gasp as a shooting star appeared, burning even brighter. Squeezing his eyes shut, Katya held a thought in his mind.

“I wish we had more days like this,” Trixie said. He bumped his should into Katya’s. “What did you wish for?”

“You’re not supposed to say, or it might not come true,” Katya told him.

Trixie felt a laugh rise in his throat and he tried to stop it, at first because he knew it would be too loud. And then because he saw the look in Katya’s eye. Katya wasn’t joking.

They looked at each other for another beat as Trixie felt his heart begin to race. This time it wasn’t because of anxiety. He watched as Katya’s lips parted just slightly, and then his eyes darted back up to the sky.

Two more shooting stars blazed through, one after another. Daring to look at Katya, Trixie saw him close his eyes. Trixie took a deep breath and did the same.

He wished for more chances, even though he knew he had already blown so many. And he wished for the courage to follow through — soon.

Soon.

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[the-b-journal]

Lady Miss Detty Episode 2 Truth Talking - The Essay 13 June 2024

How I Started Loving Men in Wigs

I witnessed a live drag performance for the first time ever yesterday and it was E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

It was my first time attending a pride-related event and it did NOT disappoint. I had so much fun with Rica and some of my friends from class. We were dancing and singing and just having a great time. I still can't believe i got to see Maxie and all the other amazing queens. I've always loved international drag queens but seeing some local ones, let alone from my own university, i cannot stress enough how incredibly proud i was.

I discovered drag back in 2020 when there was a pandemic going on and i had nothing better to do than scroll thru tiktok. Every now and then i would come across some videos of Trixie and Katya from their show UNHhhh. Back then, i had no idea who they were. I'm aware that they're men dressed as women, of course, but i didn't know that it's called drag and that there is a whole world centered around it. Still, i found myself finishing and liking their videos because they make me laugh and also because i was very attracted to the both of them (i still am!)

One day, i came across this video of Katya and Violet where they were doing a Fashion Photo Ruview of their season 7 sisters. I'm not even joking one bit when i tell you that my heart literally stopped when i saw that video of Violet for the first time. She was wearing this dominatrix leather outfit and she had like a half-up, half-down black wig with styling at the front (i don't know how to fucking describe a wig please spare me) and thought, "Oh my god. I've never seen a more beautiful human being in my life." And when i heard her laugh for the first time in that same video? It was over for me. I was done. She got me from that moment.

Until now, the effect she has on me is insane. She's just so unnaturally beautiful and confident and i fucking love her for it. Her drag aesthetic is IT for me. I was so into her that i made a drag race twitter stan account four years ago because i was going out of my mind keeping my love for her to myself. I think my account lasted for a good couple of months then i had to delete it because she did something stupid and people were hating on her. During that time, i accumulated quite a number of followers and made a couple of hit tweets about Violet making me known as one of the Violet Chacki stan account.

My account was doing so good and i made some drag race friends and i really felt like i was part of a community. But then shit hit the fan and people started accusing her of doing something bad so i decided to just delete it permanently. I'm a libra making me very bad at confrontations and there was no way in hell i'm gonna fight for my life everyday trying to defend her name when she doesn't even know i existed. And i think whatever people were saying about her, some of them was probably true. Because no matter how much i love her and how beautiful she is, she's still just a person. She's still a man.

So i left drag race stan twitter and just focused on other queens that aren't Violet. Mainly, Trixie and Katya. Talking about them and what their friendship means to me will never fail to make me emotional. Their videos are what started this whole thing for me and i cannot be grateful enough that those two white bald men exists. I remember back then, i was going through something rough and the only thing that got me through the day was their UNHhhh and I Like To Watch videos. In the process of getting to know T & K, i also got to know drag race and RuPaul and the thousands of other queens that the show produced. For some people it's reversed. They usually watch drag race first and after watching the queen on the show then they would watch other videos or shows that that queen has been on.

For me though, this might be a controversial take, but i actually don't watch drag race. The competing aspect of it is not for me. I don't like watching them lose and be sent home. It breaks my heart every single time. No matter who the queen is. So what i do instead is that if a queen on the show piqued my interest whether it be because of how she looked or how she performs, etc., then i would search her on youtube and start hyper fixating on her for a couple of weeks like a freaking neurotic. That way, i would actually know what that queen's personality is when there is no pressure of competition. This is just my personal take, everybody's different and me, personally, i don't really appreciate competitive shows.

With that being said, i'm going to confess that i've actually never finished a full season of drag race. I almost did with All Stars 7 but i think i got kinda busy so i just forgot about it. Drag race philippines too but i stopped watching when Brigiding got elimanated because she was my bias and i was rooting for her so hard that i cannot bring myself to watch her leave and not make it to the finale. Almost too with Marina on UK vs the World but again, i never finished it for some reason. I used to be embarrassed about this little fact but i think there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I love these queens because they deserve it and work hard for it. Whether i finished their season on drag race or not doesn't really fucking matter.

I'm thinking of writing more about Trixie and Katya but i think they deserve an essay that is solely about them. They have helped me through so much of my shit in life that i feel like as long as i have them and they exist and they're doing their thing, then i'll be fine. I have never had this kind of attachment to other celebrities and it shows just how much they mean to me.

I want to end this essay by saying that i am very grateful to be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community. I mean yeah the idea of coming out to my parents and my relatives knowing i like women scares the shit out of me not because i'm afraid they're not gonna accept me (well i care about that a little bit) but mainly because i don't want to give them something to talk about. Just imagining them talking shit about me being gay behind my back makes me want to bash my head into the nearest wall.

But experiencing what i experienced yesterday, the solidarity of the queer people in my university, all kinds of people being their most authentic self without giving a single fuck, makes me feel so proud and happy to be a part of it. People can talk about us all they want but at the end of day, we're free. We're not doing anything wrong and we're not afraid to pursue what makes us happy even though in the eyes of many people, it's wrong.

I LOVE BEING QUEER AND I LOVE DRAG QUEENS !!!!

I cannot wait to attend more drag shows in the near future. I'm literally imagining spending my non existent money on buying show tickets and making it rain on the queens. It's my dream.

Again, if you reached this point, i love u!

HAPPY PRIDE : )))))))))

Xoxo

[bijouxcarys]

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 (𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘺𝘢 𝘡𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘷𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Masterlist

Description: You're nearing your final days in the Russian city of St Petersburg and you run into a frazzled and somewhat alluring Russian goddess on your travel back to your hotel. When she invites you back to her place, nothing would be the same again.

Warnings: Slight/mentions of sexism, mentions of church sex/religion disrespect, strong language, light BDSM, drinking, cunnilingus, light breath play, Dom!Katya, Sub!Reader, prostitution, vaginal fingering, biting, humiliation, dirty talk, degradation, reverse cowboy, riding, anal play, leash and collar play, unprotected sex, discussed dubious consent.

Notes: This is an old fic from 2020 I wrote when I was obsessed with RuPaul's Drag Race, and particularly Katya. I still like her, and I enjoy watching her and Trixie together, but I don't write for them anymore. This is also an AU where Katya is a prostitute in Russia. So. Yeah.

Ti pozvolil mne narushit' tebya

My days in the Russian city of St Petersburg were lonelier than the rest of my time in the large country. I'd just come from Moscow, where it seemed that every day was a party. I was travelling alone, and my need for company was satisfied as I spent every night in the local bars, dancing and drinking with anyone who wanted to take me up on the activity. Everyone was a little more open minded in Moscow, and more than willing to let loose for a night. But when I travelled to my next location, St Petersburg, it seemed as though everything had died down. Granted, I wasn't there to have fun and waste my time; I was there to learn about the culture and the people, and the language. I knew some of the Russian language, but not nearly enough to get around smoothly. At least back in Moscow, the people knew some basic English.

I was taking a slow walk back to the hotel I was staying at, the icy air encumbering my denim-clad legs, and my nose freezing to a red point. It had been at the edge of snow all day, and it was finally about to break loose, a few flakes already floating down from the sky. I was in a snow-globe, and would be for another day. I had quite a long way to get back to the hotel, and after ten minutes of the cold glazing the concrete pathways, it was fully snowing, view in front of me blurring with white mist. It was hard to tell which direction I was headed, but I trusted my gut instinct and continued to journey forwards. It wasn't long before the bit of light that was in the sky had faded and the streets cleared up, night-time in Russia finally falling upon me. The lights from the church down the street were prominent, and they set a deep glow in the air, snow falling passed the orange illuminations.

Ty pozvolil mne oskvernit' tebya

It was when I came to the intersection between the church and the street of my hotel that I was disturbed. Interrupted. My day had been paused for a second.

"Vot pochemu tak mnogo lyudey nenavidyat muzhchin!" I heard a rough voice shout in the distance, followed by a deeper growl from what sounded like a man.

"Vernis' I prikonchi menya, suka!"

I stopped in my tracks and turned my head in the direction of the shouting, not understanding a word of what they were saying. I thought I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone for a minute, until I saw a figure of a woman emerge from behind the church. Yes, the church. She was shouting back at the man, her voice laced with spite.

"Gnilaya svin'ya!" She sighed, clearly agitated and angered by whatever confrontation she had just had. She didn't see me as she was crunching her way through the small layer of ice chips that had gathered on the stone pavement. "Chertovski zhivotnoye..." Her eyes finally travelled up from the ground, landing on my hovering form. I was almost taken aback by the colour of them – a beautiful ocean blue, wide and darting into my soul.

I pulled my big, black coat tighter around me, suddenly feeling very intimidated. I definitely lingered too long, and I was clearly witness to something that wasn't supposed to be. But this woman did not react angrily, like I thought she would. She just lifted her head up, shaking her blonde hair from her face and looked down at me. "Skol'ko ty slyshal?" She asked with a hushed voice, the man she was arguing with disappearing back behind the church.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at her – she was only a little bit taller than me. I wracked my brain for a second, trying to remember how to tell someone I didn't speak the language. Once I got over the initial shock of her simply looking at me, or the fact that I had been caught out, I managed to mutter out the words I needed, with a shaky accent. "I-I'm sorry... Uh, y-ya ne govoryu po russki."

The woman looked me up and down, her eyes bouncing from my body to the side, as if she was checking behind her. "You did not hear much?" She spoke in perfect English, the accent thick and deep, the 'r' rolling off her tongue so deliciously. I was relieved that I had found someone who seemed to be decent enough at the English language for me to have a conversation with.

I immediately shook my head, clasping my hands together in front of me and playing with my fingers. "No! No, I—"

"Of course, you did not hear much, you do not speak the language." She interrupted me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the church. We stopped down the side of the street I was heading towards, the woman stopped when we were well out of the way of where she had her altercation. I wouldn't usually let a stranger just grab me and pull me about, but there was something in the way she spoke and the way she conducted herself that caused me to somehow... Trust that she was not going to hurt me. It sounds so silly now that I'm repeating it.

"I'm really sorry." I spoke up, less nervous. "I know I shouldn't have stood there and listened." I pulled my wrist away from her grip and wrapped my coat around me once more. "I'm going back to my hotel, now. I'm sorry again." I couldn't help but sense the disappointment in the way her eyebrows furrowed, only just visible through the chunky bangs that hung over them, though I could not see the rest of her hair, a black fabric draped over her head like a scarf.

Ty pozvolil mne proniknut' v tebya...

"I am uh, sorry, if I came off too strong, kukla." Her hand gripped on her scarf, her own demeanour becoming overcome with coldness. Her voice was silk, gliding against my eardrums with every vowel and syllable. It was hard to leave her in the cold without talking more to her. It was nice to have someone to talk to that could understand me. "I did not hurt you at all?" She gestured to my wrist.

"Oh, not at all. Don't worry." I reassured her, shaking my head. She gave me a smile. And that smile. That fucking smile. I could have stared at it for years. Her red lips were slightly smudged, but still perfect enough to form a rounded shape as she shone those pearly whites at me. It was contagious, as I found myself mirroring her. The only thing that was able to break us out of this daze we were in was the whistling and howling of the icy wind, to which she sucked in breath through her teeth, shivering.

"I really must go. It is... How you say, too chilly?" She gestured with her free hand and I found it adorable to watch her fight her way through the English language. This mysterious Russian lady had gripped my attention. And I didn't want her to go. "You are staying at hotel, da?"

I smirked, looking down the street. "Da." I giggled to myself, my small use of Russian amusing me. "I am."

"Well." She started, taking a step towards me. I could smell the smoke on her clothes and on her breath as she spoke lowly. "You are more than welcome to spend the night with me, kukla. I would not want somebody as gorgeous as you staying alone in rat ridden hotel."

I swear if anybody else had said those words to me, I would have kicked them in the goods and ran as fast as I could. But, no. Of course, I didn't do that. How could I? The idea of spending a night in somewhere that wasn't freezing, infested with rude staff and bugs crawling up the wall was appealing to me. I just didn't realise how hot I would be that night.

Ty pozvolil mne uslozhnit' tebe...

As fate had it, I found myself following this beautiful stranger into the blizzard, trusting her with all of my being. I'm not superficial, nor am I materialistic, but I was more than impressed when we stopped at a large apartment complex – one which I had heard many great things about. The complex was protected by a voice box, a call-in system to be used by residents. Private residents.

The woman bent down and lowered her red lips to the speaker, pressing down on a button before uttering in that brilliant voice. "Eto Miss Zamo, dorogiye." She flicked her eyes up at me as she stood back up, a small smirk playing on her face. She could insult anyone and get away with murder with a voice like that.

Miss Zamo.

My first impression of her outside the church caused me to believe she was less fortunate than what she so obviously was. A humble person, wearing scarfs as headpieces and plain, long coats for warmth. She clearly was hiding a lot. And she clearly was making money. I was in awe of the complex once we got inside, and I probably would have reacted more extravagantly, had the cold not numbed up my nose and my lips.

Miss Zamo lead me inside, the warmth encapsulating me almost immediately. Tingles ran through my body, my blood heating back up, and my face no longer in a state of frozen flesh. We entered the sizable elevator, backs against the wall.

"You are not from here, net?" She asked, her gaze still fixated ahead of her as we slowly ascended. "You are in St Petersburg and do not speak any Russian. From where do you come, kukla?"

Even though she was not looking at me, I couldn't help but look at her. And if she was sensitive to human contact, I'm sure she'd be able to feel my eyes burning into her profile. Her nose was so defined, eyebrows shadowing those beautiful orbs. "Here and there. I'm travelling." I simply answered.

"You are a woman of mystery." She stated, a low chuckle rumbling from the back of her throat. We had reached the top floor, where her apartment was. "What do they call you?"

"Y/N." I spoke, short of a whisper. I just hoped my name wasn't too underwhelming for her standards.

She didn't answer, however, she just nodded her head, walking forwards. The lift opened up to a beautiful living space, red accents all over the décor, somewhat sensual to be in the centre of. She lived a life of luxury, elegance and overall privilege. Her home matched her person, and I watched in awe as she removed her scarf from her head slowly, revealing the short, shoulder length updo she had been hiding for the past half hour. Beach blonde hair, wavy and choppy at the bottom. It was somehow butch, and framed her perfectly defined face. The scarf had come to hang off the rack near the elevator door.

She looked at my still form, gesturing her hand over to the large couch in the centre of the room. "Sit, dorogoy." I did as I was told, padding over to the couch, lowering myself. It was so comfortable. My body sank into the plushness, watching Miss Zamo from my position. I didn't even know what I was doing there, and I didn't even know her name. But I didn't care. She moved with great poise and elegance, the black of her long coat reflected off the dim lighting.

I looked down at her legs as she walked across the room, stopping at a large cart full of vodka and mixers, whiskey and gin. Her legs were shapely, toned, and topped off with fishnet tights, the pattern small enough to create a light shade over her pale skin. Trailing my eyes lower, I noticed the expensive black, open-toed heels, red lining the platform. I was not prepared for when she shrugged off her coat, letting it drop into one hand.

It was like she knew what she was doing – rolling her shoulders back so I could see her toned muscles under her tattooed skin. I found myself practically drooling at the sight before me. She wore a short red slip dress, bedazzled in matching rhinestones, resting just below her ass, the sleeves only reduced to a strap. I could only see what she let me see: the back of her. I wasn't complaining. She had a wonderful ass.

I had to squeeze my thighs together when she bent forward over the cart, fixing two drinks. But I wasn't focussed on the drinks. I was focused on her curves, her panties only just peeping out from underneath. Her own thighs were wonderfully proportioned, feet spaced apart enough for the view to look like some type of private show.

Ty razvalil moi vnutrennosti...

"By the way." She started, mixing drinks with impeccable talent. "My name is Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova." Her name rolled off her tongue in that accent. She finally turned around, showing herself in all her glory – her beautiful glory. Two drinks sat in each of her hands and her eyes glared into mine. "But you can call me Katya." She finalised her formal introduction, gliding over to me, weightless on her feet.

She had settled down next to me, our bodies turned on a slight angle to face each other. Passing me my drink, she let her fingers graze against mine, the feathery touch lingering as she pulled away. I immediately took a sip of the vodka mix she made me, needing to calm my nerves. I took a quick glance at Katya, who draped her arm along the back of the couch, bringing her drink up to her lips with the other. There was direct eye contact as she swallowed the brown liquid in her glass. "You like vodka, da?"

"Mhm." I nodded quickly. "It's the only drink that doesn't make me horribly sick." I let out an airy laugh, earning a grin from Katya. She brought her leg up to cross it over her other leg, her dress rising up to show more of her thighs, threatening to slip even further. I ripped my eyes away from the sight, not wanting to be caught in being nosey yet again. I had to clear my head, realism slowly falling away from my mind. I turned my head and studied the décor of her apartment, utterly in awe at her style and taste. So, I asked the question.

"What do you do for a living? You have a lovely home." I looked back at her, only to notice her eyes had not once moved from my direction. Her eyes had transformed from welcoming and soft, to something much darker. Though I couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." She tilted her head, lifting her hand up to push some hair way from my face with her fingers. She kept her hand there, caressing the side of my head as she watched on. "What do you do, Y/N?" It was obvious that Katya was a fan of the quid-pro-quo system.

"I'm a student. I don't really do anything..." I shrugged, setting my glass on Katya's table, having finished most of what was in it.

Katya hummed in response, and her hand began to pet along my hair, as though she knew my heart was pounding through my chest. "I am a... How do you say it in English? A working girl? Escort?"

"A prostitute?"

"Bozhe ty moy. Russia needs to learn how to be more respectful towards people like me." She rolled her eyes. "The working men call us whores, kukla. Dirty, rotten whores. I must admit, I am somewhat of a whore." She laughed, leaning forward as she cackled. It put a smile on my face, watching her elegance break for a second. She had a beautiful laugh – it rang through my ears and sent a warm thrill up my spine. She came back up, now somehow closer to me. "Seriously, dorogoy." Her voice had lowered, her hand lowering to my shoulder, pushing my hair behind it. "I am your average, run-of-the-mill bisexual whore."

Something inside me wanted to burst with excitement at her revelation of being able to swing both ways. "So, that man, back at the church... Was he a customer?" I spoke through my heart banging against my ribcage, Katya's hand warm on my neck as her fingers traced around my skin.

"Unfortunately, yes." She rolled her eyes. "He's a regular, but never pays the full amount. Always tells me as he's about to cum that he doesn't have the money. Typical man." She spat out the last insult, reaching her free hand to the table, setting her drink down and picking up a box of cigarettes. I watched in amazement as she managed to get one in her mouth and light it with one hand, tossing the box back on the table. She looked even more enigmatic and beautiful when she blew out the smoke. "I, personally, think pussy is a lot more enjoyable."

U menya net dushi, chtoby prodat'...

The statement was simple, yet weighed so heavily on my mind. It was the combination of the accent, the way her fingers rested on me, the way she looked as she inhaled the grey toxins, her jaw protruding as she blew it out, and the words themselves. This was no longer a casual visit to Miss Zamo's home.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Y/N." Her fingers travelled to the front of my neck, trailing her nails up my chin, tickling my aching lips with the tips of them. She lowered her hand once again, stopping at the zip on my coat, slowly and swiftly pulling it down. Her red lips parted as she got to the bottom, separating the zip completely. With no noticeable emotion, she slipped her hand into my coat, making me jolt forward ever so slightly. Her hand slid up my back and pushed on my coat, making it yank of my shoulders, my arms being pulled back a bit as it fell off onto the floor.

I swallowed thickly, the dull ache between my legs causing me to shuffle in my spot. Katya's eyes scanned over my form, finally breaking into a smirk. "I like your style." I was wearing a long, red button up shirt that rested above my knees, cinched in the waist with a thick, black belt with minimal gold detail on it. The only thing covering my legs were my mostly transparent black tights, topped off with black heeled ankle boots. My shirt was only buttoned halfway, so my cleavage was showing.

Katya was cautious as she shuffled towards me, limiting the space between us. She held two of her fingers under my chin, lifting my head up, and studying my face. "Prekrasnyy..." She murmured before gently pressing her lips to my chin, her hand lowering to grab onto my leg. She was still holding her cigarette between her two other fingers, and I hazily reached out and took it from her, taking a drag out of it myself.

This made her pull back only slightly, for her to watch me. I blew out the thick smoke onto her face, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. That seemed to be the last straw for her, as she lunged forward and latched her lips on mine, the kiss immediately aggressive. And whilst it took me a minute to realise what was happening, I reciprocated the passion within the kiss. She lifted her leg to hook it over mine, ending up seated on my lap, deepening the kiss.

I grunted into her mouth as she slipped her tongue through my lips. I leaned forwards, discarding the cigarette onto the ashtray blindly, my hands flying to her hips.

She pushed me back harshly and ground her hips downwards, a desperate mewl spilling from me. I kept my grip firm on her hips, digging my nails in every time she pushed herself onto me. Her hands were clinging onto the back of the couch, in a wanton attempt to create friction for herself. I let her have it for a bit, but as soon as I lifted my hips up and pulled her down, she knew I needed some contact just as much as she did.

She pulled away, but hovered over my lips, which were now smeared in her red lipstick. Her hand gripped onto my hair tightly, pulling my head to the side so she could mutter in my ear. "Bedroom. Seychas." She roughly let go of me and gestured up to the room above us: the only other room in the apartment.

I stumbled my way up the black marble stairs, closely followed by Katya. Her room was just as you expected: undeniably glamour and seductively sleek. I heard Katya shut the door behind her, before feeling the warm sensation of her chest on my back. "Sit on the bed, kukla." I did as I was told, taking a deep breath and crossing my leg over the other, pressing my thighs together. I watched as she strode over to her closet, disappearing inside of it for a few minutes before returning in nothing a long, flowy, red robe. The thought of her being completely naked underneath it intensified the pool of arousal between my legs.

"Don't be so nervous, detka. I'm going to take good care of you." She stalked over to me, now towering above me. She once again ran her manicured nails under my chin, angling my head upwards so she could get a good look at me. "You are just so helpless. So utterly helpless. So needy." She smirked to herself, lowering her hand and wrapping her fingers around my throat. She leaned down, her face floating above me – I was completely under her control. "Your eyes tell me many things. But I need you to tell me what you want, dorogoy."

I whimpered a bit in her grip, lifting my hand up to wrap around her wrist, not to stop her, but to keep her there. "I-I..." I gasped at the intensified pressure Katya put on my neck, exhaling into a moan, to which she just grinned at. "I want you, Katya..."

"Net." She scolded. "Miss Zamo..." She corrected me.

"I want you Miss Zamo..." I choked out, rubbing my thighs together. But that was short-lived, as Katya's hand pushed me backwards, my back hitting the soft sheets firmly. Before I knew it, my legs were uncrossed and I was being yanked to the edge of the bed. I pulled myself up, leaning back on my hands as I watched Katya get on her knees. My face flushed red, and all the heat spread across my body, more specifically my aching core.

"Mne nuzhno podgotovit' etu malen'kuyu kisku, detka." I heard her mumble under her breath, and whilst I did not know a word of what she was saying, it was still erotic enough through her thick accent for me to writhe in my spot as she lifted my leg up. Her skilled and long fingers pulled down the zip on my boot, removing it from my foot, before doing the same with the other one. She kept her actions simple and slow, teasing me with every movement.

I dropped my head back into the silk of her sheets, whining when she raked her nails up my tights, her hands disappearing under my shirt and pressing firmly on the tops of my thighs. I needed her to touch me so bad; she'd been wickedly seductive this entire time. She hooked her fingers into the band of my tights, pulling them down. The fabric peeled off my legs, Katya standing up to pull them all the way off. She leaned over me, placing one of her hands beside my head and the other one on my waist, holding me down.

"She's already whining..." She murmured, lowering her head and attaching her lips to my neck, not holding back one bit. She was an expert at knowing where my weak spots were and I couldn't help but to tilt my head back more, encouraging her actions even further.

She lowered down my body, taking one of the buttons on my shirt into her mouth. Her eyes pierced through mine as she, somehow, released the button from its loop, doing the same thing as she travelled lower and past the others. I watched, impressed.

"I'm good with my tongue, detka."

I pulled myself up to rest on my arms, her own bracketing my hips. The cool air of her room hit my skin when my shirt fell open, my black bra now on show. Katya left kisses down my stomach, stopping to nip at the skin every now and then before she finally got down to where I needed her the most. I bit down, hard, on my lip as she pulled my underwear down in one swift motion. Her eyes feasted on the sight in front of her, my core already dripping wet for her attention. I could feel her gaze, and it was teasing me relentlessly.

"Please..." I moaned under my breath, not particularly aiming it at Katya.

"Please what?" She asked bluntly, grabbing one of my thighs, her nails digging in, and pushing it to the side so my legs were spread wide for her.

I looked directly into her eyes, furrowing my eyebrows and softening my gaze, playing with this power dynamic. "Please Miss Zamo." I pouted slightly, lowering my head, feigning innocence. Just how she wanted it.

Her face hovered over my wetness, my body jerking slightly when I felt the coolness of her saliva running down my folds. She continued to tease my folds with the tip of her tongue, only just making contact with my body. I could feel my clit throbbing, wanting to be exposed to that beautiful mouth and that beautiful woman. I shuffled my hips as a polite way of letting Katya know I needed her.

It seemed to have worked, as she took her hand and parted my folds with her thumb and index finger, resting her palm on my mound. Just the fresh feeling of the air hitting all my wetness at once was an overdrive of ecstasy. Her eyes flicked up at me, her tongue slowly darting out to circle my clit gently. I let out a heavy breath, leaving my mouth hung open. She was clearly experienced, as she took her time to get to know my body well. Her tongue explored places I'd never let anyone explore before.

Prior to my night with Katya, the most I let anyone do to me down there orally was stimulate my clit with their tongue. But Katya knew the female body and anatomy inside out. Men weren't the only people who could experience anal pleasure, as I found out as she dragged her tongue all the way down from my clit, over my entrance, and even further to lap around my 'alternative' hole. The sensation was unlike anything I'd felt before. Her thumb rubbed paced circles around my clit, her tongue working the other end of the anatomy.

I moaned tediously, admittedly enjoying my new sexual revelations. But I didn't have much time to process the feeling as she moved back up to my clit, now ravenous, hungry for my orgasm.

Her mouth was like a suction cup over me, her cheeks hallowing as she rapidly flicked and swirled her tongue around my swollen and throbbing bud, eyes lazy and looking up at me. Her head tilted to the side, still conducting her animalistic actions. My breathing was no longer steady, my chest heaved up and down, my throat catching all the moans and converting them into high pitched whines and sounds of desperation.

I looked down at her perfectly chiselled features, my arms becoming tired and I soon fell back down onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling as Katya dug her nails into my hips, the pain almost unbearable but cancelled out by the pleasure. She growled against my pussy, sending shockwaves up my spine and blurring my vision. She pulled me closer to her, her grip now clamped down tightly. She was not letting me go until I came.

She didn't have to wait very long.

"F-Fuck... Oh my God..." I moaned, my back leaving the bed, arching uncomfortable. "Katya, yes! Yes!" I exhaled heavily as my orgasm washed over me, the gorgeous woman between my legs continuing her rapid movements to the point of discomfort. I cried out for her to stop, but her tongue did not stop until she had lapped up every bit of my release. When she finally pulled away, she came back up to my face, her red lipstick smudged across her chin and her cheek.

"You taste like heaven, lyublyu. So fucking sweet." She dipped her head down, capturing my lips in yet another heated and passionate kiss. I moaned against her mouth when she moved her hips against mine.

That was when I noticed it.

I pulled away from her, looking up at her face. She smirked at me, looking down between us, eyes travelling back up almost immediately. She grabbed my throat, bringing my head up to hers before she growled, verging on the edge of scarily. "We all have our secrets, dorogoy."

I, too, looked down. And I couldn't believe my eyes.

She must have been about 9 inches.

Thick, girthy.

Veiny and rock hard.

Pre-cum oozing at the tip.

I looked back up at her, in shock at this new development. God, I felt so naughty. Fucking a Russian prostitute with a dick was not on my to-do list. But I was sure glad I was doing it. The kink, the fetish of it all. I needed her. And I needed her bad.

"Will you let me fuck this tight pussy, Y/N? I need to feel it wrap around me." She asked, moving some of my hair away from my face.

"Please." I answered, nodding my head. "Please, Miss Zamo. I need your cock inside me." I whined, grabbing onto the back of her neck and pulling her down. Something grew in her eyes: maybe it was lust, or perhaps it was the utter shock that she didn't have to get me completely drunk to warm me up to the idea of her having a cock. But the truth was: the idea turned me on to the max.

"You asked so nicely. You are a good girl. As we say in Mother Russia..." She leaned down further so her nose brushed over mine, one of her hands disappearing between our bodies. "YA budu trakhat' tebya, poka ty ne pochuvstvuyesh' bol'she svoi nogi..." Her voice dropped half an octave and with a swift push of her hips, she slid right inside me, all the way, and without warning.

I let out an audible gasp, my hands going straight to her arms, my nails digging into the flimsy fabric of her gown. My pussy immediately clenched around her, her jaw falling open and eyes fluttering shut. They didn't stay shut for long, however, as she almost immediately set her gaze on mine, a determined look in her blue orbs.

"Katya..." I groaned, biting my two lips together. She tilted her head to the side, lifting one of my legs up and pushing it further outwards.

"Da, detka? I am hurting you?" She asked with an almost smug smirk on her face. She withdrew her hips, but sank right back inside, causing me to emulate another mewl.

The truth was, she was hurting me a lot. I couldn't reject the uncomfortable burning sensation she caused whenever she moved the slightest bit. My body was throbbing with pain, yet so much pleasure came with it. My own messed up mind took joy and pride over the fact I wasn't strong enough to take her cock, so I didn't answer her.

I did, however, bite my lip and moan diligently, letting Katya know I was actually enjoying what she was doing to me. Consent is important, kids. Especially when you're fucking a sexy Russian prostitute. She caught on to my approval of her actions, yet it was still obvious that pain was essential during sexual activities for me.

Katya soon began at a steady pace, bottoming out each time she slid back inside, making me whine and whimper underneath her, my hips moving with hers. Her grip on my leg tightened when I was moving too much for her liking, as well as her thrusts becoming more violent.

"Shit!" I moaned out loud when my body started to move along with the pressure of her movements. Her cock sliding in and out of me, massaging my walls, was almost too much to handle. And she got off on overstimulating me, her muscles flexing and her breathing becoming ragged and animalistic.

"Blin..." She grunted with her teeth clamped together. "Ty tak khorosho sebya chuvstvuyesh'." She pushed her forehead into mine. "How does it feel, korosho?"

She was making it impossible for me to answer; the motions and movements were very difficult to talk through. I opened my mouth to speak, but it just resulted in a pathetic cry, my head hanging back onto the bed and my back arching up, to which her free arm slipped underneath, lifting my bottom half off the bed and using me as her own little toy.

"Come on, detka. Speak. You are not that stupid, nyet?" Her words were cutting, but they went through my veins like a spark on the fourth of July.

"It feels s-so... Shit... So good, Miss Zamo. Your cock feels so good. Oh my god..." I cried, my moans getting louder and less stable.

Katya growled lowly and took me up into her arms completely, flipping us over on the bed so she was now the one laying on her back. We had shuffled onto the centre off the bed during this time, and she was still buried deep inside me.

She stared up at me, pushing my body up so I was sat upright on her cock. She ran her hands down my shoulders and moved them to my clothed breasts, kneading the material before yanking my bra cups down, exposing all of me to her. Her hands were cold on my breasts, causing shockwaves to spark in my nipples as she squeezed and played as she wished. She sat up momentarily to give my chest a sprinkling of bite marks and love bites, blood being drawn when she made one on the column of my throat. She hummed as she sucked on it until the blood stopped. She leaned her head up towards me, capturing my mouth in a heated kiss. I could taste the metallic hit of my own blood before she pulled away, flopping back down on the bed.

I squealed when her hand came down and smacked my backside roughly, the sound echoing through her bedroom. "Turn around, kukla..."

I did as I was told, making a 180 so my back was to her – reverse cowboy style.

I heard some shuffling and the sound of a drawer shutting before I felt a smooth material wrap around my neck. I brought my hand up, quickly noticing the leather – this woman had put a fucking collar on me. Her hands came up to my hair and pulled it up into a ponytail, securing it with a hair tie. Not only that, but she connected a leash to the collar and my hair, joining the two together. I really was hers.

"Now, detka. Ride me." She demanded with a sharp jolt of her hips, bringing me back down to Earth. I rested one of my hands on her thigh, lifting my hips and falling again.

It wasn't long before I had built up a harsh rhythm like before, both of us a moaning mess on her bedsheets. I let out a squeal when she pulled on the leash, my head being pulled back. I guess she got tired of letting her control go for a while, as she jabbed her nails into my hip and took it back. She lifted her hips up into me rapidly, slamming her big cock in and out me.

"God, Katya, yes, right there..." I moaned into the air, her grip on the leash still pulled back.

"I want you to cum for me, Y/N. I know you are close, lyublyu."

"I'm so close, baby... Fuck!" My breathing became heavier than ever, and my scalp burned at the tugging sensation. But it made my pussy squeeze Katya's cock, my orgasm taking over me. I came hard, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I felt Katya's hand reach round and add fuel to the fire, rubbing fast circles on my clit. I was leaned back, completely in her control as her cock rammed itself against me relentlessly.

"Detka! Ya konchayu!" She held me down forcefully on her length, nails drawing blood from my hips as she shot her hot load deep within me.

Her grip became loose and she let me go, and I fell, limp, next to her. I felt her cum seeping out of me from between my legs. Her breathing was hard and loud, bringing her leg up to run her hands along it absentmindedly, returning to her normal feminine persona. She turned her head to me, her blonde hair sticking to her perfect face. Her hand came up to push some of my own hair out of my face as she smiled that perfect smile. Her arm came up to rest on the side of her tilted head.

"You are never going home, kukla."

And I didn't. 

[not100bees]

Also, she showed the Trixie and Katya I like to watch clip when talking about heartstopper getting advertisement through word of mouth and like. That is a gig that they do for Netflix. They are paid to do that. That is paid Netflix advertising. Also they were fucking brutal about heartstoppers. Especially season two, which I sometimes watch in order to feel a vicious sexual pleasure which makes me filthy in Alice oseman's eyes

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello, I'm just curious how being asexual then lesbian works? Because if you don't have sexual attraction to anyone how would you prefer woman?

Hiya! I’ll try to explain it as best as I can so I hope this explanation clear it up for you.

Important thing to get out of the way first and foremost, I’ve heard a lot through the grapevine from my fellow asexuals regarding of the misconception that people outside of our community have about what it means to be asexual and ngl it frustrates me greatly.

Sexual attraction and romantic attraction aren’t the same thing.

I honestly don’t understand how some ppl think that in having to prove your attraction to someone you have to be sexually attracted them when romantic attraction is right there…

I have absolutely no sexual desire at all but that doesn’t mean that I can’t still love my partner, provide for my partner and be all romantic and shit with my partner. I’ll still kiss them, hold their hand, cuddle but anything in regards to straight up sex is off the board for me.

(Bit tmi but Yes I sometimes enact in self pleasure but that’s very few and far between.)

I was watching Katya and Trixie and I think they puts it best; asexual doesn’t mean you don’t want to be with someone.

(Again asexuality is a spectrum so this quote doesn’t apply to everyone within the community. I love my community very much and am very proud to be apart of it.)

If this wasn’t good enough of an explanation -trust me I know I probably fumbled a bit here or there- I’d suggest just looking up the definition of asexual online or listening to other asexual people about their experiences and whom can go into this with a lot more depth then I.

[thehattiefox]

Tonight, probably.

Trixie was awake. It wasn’t uncommon anymore, between the late nights after shows and dj gigs, but this night was different.

“The end of an era,” Brandon kept saying, and Trixie knew he was right. He talked to Katya countless times about it, how this tour was absolutely too much, how they’d never do anything like this again, how they both had some solo things they were excited to do, and were also excited to be spending some time at home.

And truly, Trixie had meant it. This tour was so fucking much. The effort, the schedule, the amount of people it took to put on one of these two-hour monsters.

But he was having a moment now, out of drag, in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin and light dancing through the curtains from the hotel parking lot.

He was going to miss Katya.

He hated himself with every movement it took to reach for his phone on the nightstand and pull up Katya’s name, pressing the call button and holding it to his ear.

It rang twice before Katya picked up, his voice low.

“What in the hell, Tracy?”

“Hey.”

“You never call me at 3am anymore.”

Trixie let out an amused sound. Anymore.

“Were you sleeping?”

“No. Tired as fuck, though. You see me dancing out there tonight?”

The cast and crew had taken over a local bar, closing the place down as they played an eclectic mix of music from the bar’s old jukebox. Katya, as always, spent most of his time on the dance floor, which always made Trixie smile.

“Mama, who didn’t. You were JoJo Siwa out there.”

“Is that the only dancer you can think of?”

“Honestly? Yes.”

Katya wheezed on the other end of the line, and Trixie heard him shuffling around.

“What’s up, mama?”

Trixie swallowed, annoyed with the fact that he needed to hear Katya’s voice after seeing him an hour ago. “I think it’s finally hitting me. The show being over.”

Katya hummed in agreement. “It’s wild, isn’t it?”

“And of course we still have all of our other stuff, but this was a whole year. One entire year of our lives that just ended.”

“Yikes,” Katya said. “I mean, sure, that’s one way to look at it. But that means another year is beginning.”

Trixie could hear the amusement in Katya’s voice, the lightheartedness he was trying to bring to the moment. Trixie couldn’t blame him. Katya was sentimental about a few things, but never about work. And that’s what this was, just another project ending.

“I guess I’m just going to miss you, Brian.”

Katya was quiet for a moment. “I am literally seeing you in two days—“

“I know, I just mean in this context.” Trixie felt his chest starting to hurt. “It’s fine, I know you don’t care that much about it ending—“

“Oh no no, hold on there,” Katya interrupted, his voice suddenly serious. “You don’t get to call me on my cellular telephone at three in the morning and tell me I don’t care. We are not doing that.”

Trixie swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, you need to know that as excited as I am to have some time at home and to relax and do other things, that doesn’t mean this wasn’t the best year of my fucking life.”

Trixie sucked in a breath. “Really?”

“You bet your ass, Mary. I am so tired and my hips are about ready to fall off my decrepit body but I have loved every single show we’ve done together. It’s been hilarious and stupid and fun. I’m going to miss it.”

Trixie felt a tear fall and quickly wiped it away in the darkness. “Me too.”

It was quiet for a minute, both of them breathing into the phone, trying to find the words.

Trixie cleared his throat. “Brian?”

“Yeah?”

Trixie took a deep breath, but his words still came out in a whisper. “Would you ever do this again? With me?”

“You mean tour?”

“Yeah.”

Trixie’s chest pounded, his heart heavy with sharing this vulnerability and the weight of a very fresh ending swirling around him.

“Trixie?”

Trixie sniffled. “Yeah?”

“I’d do pretty much anything with you.”

Trixie pulled the phone away from his ear, a deep, shuddering sob wracking his body. He took a moment, breathing deeply, the weight of what he was feeling starting to ease, slowly, as he took in Katya’s words.

He pulled the phone back to his ear. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I’m a mess.”

Katya chuckled, his voice gravelly, thick with exhaustion. “You’re ok, diva.”

“Two days, huh?”

“Two days. Back at it, money never sleeps, yadda yadda.”

“Will I see you tomorrow before your flight?”

“I’m getting up at 7am to work out if you’d like to join me.”

“Gross, ew, no thank you. I will meet you for breakfast, though.”

Katya laughed. “Alright. Go to sleep, mama. We can cry in the morning.”

Trixie rolled his eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.”

[andrevasims]

Question Tag Thingies

I kept forgetting to do these, but now I remembered lol

There was 2 different but similar tag game things, so I’ll just do them together!

Tagged by @pikselis @twofee @mdpthatsme @polynovskaya and @thesimofmanu! Thanks so much for thinking of me ^_^

Underneath a read-more cause it got kinda long :P

Rules: Tag 9 people you would like to get to know more/catch up with

Last Song: I was listening to a mix on YouTube of 2000s hip hop at work :P

I can listen to music while I’m working, but so I don’t pull my phone out all the time I try to find hour-long DJ mixes (in hopes that fast/dance-y music will keep my energy up as I do boring work all day lol)

I use the app PlayTube instead of the official YouTube app or YouTube Music, because it has no ads (for FREE!!) and also lets the video continue playing when I lock my phone or minimize the app. Its autoplay feature is actually pretty good at finding another similar hour-long mix to play after the one I searched, so I usually don’t even notice the video changed.

Though PlayTube is probably the 3rd or 4th unofficial YouTube app I’ve had in the past few years, because after a while they either must get Cease & Desist’d or something by YouTube, or they just end up doing what I’m trying to avoid and make you pay for things and/or show ads.

Last Show: Do web shows count? I don’t really watch anything else lol - For that it would be UNHhhh :P I think they’re so funny, and their dynamic reminds me a lot of my friend & me. My friend also watches them, so we’re always joking about who acts like Trixie & who acts like Katya lol

Currently Watching: Umm idk, gameplay videos on YouTube lol

Currently Reading: Not really currently, but I reread Ghost World by Daniel Clowes after getting a physical copy of it - idk if that counts because it’s a comic lol but it’s just my favorite.... thing in general, so I’m really happy I have a physical copy of it that I can see & hold & stuff lol

Current Obsession: I guess my PS2, but now that I’ve reinstalled TS2 it’s fallen a bit to the wayside :P I’ve had it on my computer desk hooked up to my monitor for quite a while now, just no active interest in playing my PS2 games. But then I got the first 2 Katamari games, and that’s been really fun!

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15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

Umm well I named myself lol but it’s basically a shortening of my last name, so... I’m named after myself :P

2. When was the last time you cried?

When I got a migraine last week. It was this super intense aching pain behind my eyes & temples that lasted for hours/days, and I was woken up by the worst of it after the acetaminophen I took wore off.

Although it hurt, tbh I’m kinda used to just powering through pain, so I didn’t think much of it other than it sucks, but then I started crying as like an instinctive reaction to the pain? idk as I was crying I was like “What, this doesn’t even hurt that bad” lol it was completely automatic

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I don’t plan on having any either - I’m getting an (elective) hysterectomy in a few weeks actually lol so if for some reason I ever change my mind despite never doing so yet, they’re not coming from me :P

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Pretty much never - I’m very literal about things, and although I can recognize when people are using it I just don’t really see like... the point in adding to it myself I guess? Like if we’re using sarcasm to “secretly” talk about not liking something, I’d rather just openly talk about not liking the thing instead of going “Ohh yeahhh this thing is sooo goood *eyeroll*” over & over lolsdfgdf

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Roller derby, kind of? I’ve never done any sports even as a kid, but back in 2017 I spent a few weeks training with my city’s roller derby team. I didn’t know how to roller skate at all before I started, but as it’d be hard to find enough people to make a team otherwise they just teach everyone roller skating from the beginning.

I never got on the team, mainly because it involved time/money I didn’t really have at that point, and idk what my results on their final skill evaluation was so I’m not sure if I’d have made it anyway lol. I wasn’t that set on playing on the team though, I just thought I’d try something new for once and I got to learn how to roller skate out of it!

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Probably how they treat others, like if they’re talking to people or in a group nearby me I end up listening to their conversations - I mean they’re right there and I have no control over my sense of attention/focus sooooo lol

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I like both, only having one or the other gets a little boring :P

8. Any special talents?

idk how special I’d actually call it, but a lot of my coworkers point it out as something I’m really good at (which I think is weird because it seems normal but that’s just me lol) - I guess my ability to figure out solutions to things?

Like I’m not that smart tbh but I know the steps to basic troubleshooting, trial & error, process of elimination, etc.... That just feels like common sense to me, but apparently not everyone uses it lol

9. Where were you born?

Midwest US, where everyone used to joke about how cold it was but now they don’t because climate change yaaaay -_-

10. What are your hobbies?

Whatever lets me be creative, like customizing/decorating things I have, taking photos, drawing, and video games of course!

11. Do you have any pets?

Nooo, I love cats but my apartment is really small and since I’m at work all day I’d feel bad for making a cat live here lol

12. How tall are you?

5′5″, I actually thought I was 5′4″ until like 6 months ago lol - I swear I was before, though I’m not really measuring my height regularly :P

13. Fave subject in school?

Probably history, cause it’s interesting to learn about but mainly it had the least (or the easiest) homework lol

14. Dream job?

idk, I thought it was art but now every way that could go sounds like I’d hate it at some point lol - tbh I like what I do now, because it lets me do a lot of things the way I want to without being told what to do directly, and it involves a lot of organizing/categorizing which I really enjoy doing in general.

I don’t really want to do this specific job at this specific company for my whole life, but my dream job would be really similar to it I think

15. Eye colour?

Brown ^_^

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Since I’m late to this I’m not gonna tag anybody, but feel free to jump on if you want!

[qnewsau]

'Heartstopper' reaches record-breaking milestone

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/heartstopper-reaches-record-breaking-milestone/

'Heartstopper' reaches record-breaking milestone

Critically acclaimed LGBTQIA+ romance comic Heartstopper has set a major record in its native UK. 

According to The Guardian, the fifth volume of Alice Oseman’s hit comic (on which the tv series is based) just became the fastest-selling graphic novel in the UK ever.

Screen Rant reports that the fifth installment has sold a whopping “60,012 copies in the first three days since its release on 7 December,” In Australia and New Zealand, the comic has also hit the top of the charts.

“I am completely blown away by the news,” Oseman said.

READ MORE: Watch Trixie Mattel and Katya react to the new season of Heartstopper

“Heartstopper is a story I care so much about and for it to break records is something I could never even have imagine.” 

“Heartstopper is a story that centres joy, love and queerness, and to see it embraced in this way by so many readers, young and old, gives me a real sense of hope. I am extremely grateful to all the fans who have supported me and the Heartstopper journey, it all feels incredibly special.”

Waterstones’ head of books Bea Carvalho added that Oseman’s “portrayal of friendship and young love is wholly positive, relatable, and never patronising, garnering an incredibly loyal fanbase amongst teens and older readers alike.

“It has been great to see the sales of the books spike as a result of the successful and faithful TV adaptation: following the first week of broadcast sales rose by over 220 percent across the whole series.”

Meanwhile, the third series of Heartstopper’s TV adaptation wrapped filming just this week, as revealed by actor Joe Locke in an Instagram story.

“Bye for now Charlie Warlie x” he wrote alongside photos of the cast and crew behind the scenes.

Oseman promised the series would head into ‘uncharted territory’ when it is released.

In a post on Instagram, Alice wrote: ‘Heartstopper S3 is wrapping TODAY! We have a few more hours of our final day to get through, but I wanted to express how deeply grateful I am to the cast and crew for their hard work, dedication, skill and endurance over the past 11 weeks, and for once again bringing a season of Heartstopper to life.

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Heartstopper  Season 1 and 2 is available to stream via Netflix. 

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Part of Your World, Ch. 4 (Raja x Adore) for Dartmouth420 - Grinder

AN: Apologies for uploading this so late! I haven’t forgotten about it. And, this chapter has smut, thank god (although it was written by me and, like, I’m not amazing at this kind of stuff but I hope yall like it anyway.)

Fishing went exactly how Raja expected — judgement…judgement from Bianca.

“So you want to turn her into a human,” the witch had said, tossing a spear into the waters before her.

Raja didn’t want this — a discussion. She hadn’t been to the beach in so long. This could have been time to soak it all in. But Bianca just couldn’t help but…well, be Bianca.

“I mean, yes, I want to turn her human. But I won’t be the one carrying the spell out,” Raja tossed her speer too. “Raven will do the dirty work. Thank’s for the information.”

Bianca chose to ignore the remark and refrained from calling Raja out on the fact that she gave that information against her will. Instead, she only said, “You’re kinda obsessed with your mermaid.”

The dark witch spared Bianca a glance, the two going to fetch their weapons again. “I’m not obsessed. I’m in love.” She pulled the spear from the water, finding nothing on the bottom. “We’re tethered, Bianca.”

“I know - I know.”

And Raja glanced at her again. “You sound…disappointed.”

Bianca didn’t answer immediately, searching her brain for a spell that would make the fishing less taxing. But with shit on her mind, she couldn’t think. “I just…I wish there was another way.”

Raja whirled around to look at her best friend, her dress treading the water. “Another way?”

Bianca held her hands up in defence, signalling she would say no more. Raja wanted to press her for a real response, but at the same time, she knew deep down this conversation was already exhausting.

Nothing else Adore-related was said until they returned to the camp two hours later, having managed to catch five fish.

That’s when they saw the whole camp of witches gathered around Raja’s hut.

“The fuck?” The dark witch said, dropping her bag of fish to the ground and rushing towards her home. Her heart was pounding now. Did something happen to Adore while they were gone?

“Move, bitches!” Bianca yelled as both witches shoved past the crowd.

“Sorry, Raja,” Farrah said, allowing the two to pass through.

Once inside, they could see how they all gathered around the now filled tub, Adore leisuring to her heart’s content, fins flapping slightly, signalling her delight. The last time Raja had seen the mermaid, she was deep in sleep, hydrating her body.

Now everyone was gathered around, babbling to her about all sorts of things.

“I got another one,” the enigmatic Katya was sitting on the ground beside the tub, Adore’s attention solely on her, “What do you call two witches who live together? Broom-mates!”

Not one laugh was given.

Adore just stared blankly.

“Oh, come on. That’s a classic! It’s stupid as fuck!” Katya pled with everyone around her.

“Sorry, sweety. Just give up and accept defeat,” Trixie rubbed the jokester’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Raja rushed to the tub, Adore reaching for her hand to kiss it.

“We just…heard singing…” Courtney explained, “Coming from here. We think she drew us in.”

Adore smiled sheepishly. “I honestly did not know we could do that.”

“An incredible ability to hold,” Sasha said in admiration.

“Okay, I don’t want to sound rude, but can you all get out?” Raja’s eyes glared at the crowd.

They whined in frustration, but when Bianca barked at them, the witches began to file out.

Now only Adore, Raja, Bianca and Courtney remained. The pregnant witch approached the tub before going to leave herself. “Do you want to come mingle with me later?”

There was a hint of something on her face, almost like excitement.

“Yes. I would love that, Courtney,” Adore shared the light witch’s expression.

“Great.” Courtney then took Bianca’s hand, leading her out of Raja’s hut, “Come on you. We have shit to discuss.”

Once they were gone, Raja sat on the ground where Katya had before, her hand still in Adore’s. “So, you can sing, I’m guessing.”

The mermaid blushed. “I always thought I sounded good. But…never that good,” she glanced at the door where all the witches had disappeared. “Do you want to hear a song?”

Raja never shook her head so fast. “As much as I would love that, it’s probably not a good idea.”

Adore’s face dropped, and Raja felt like a dick. 

“Look, I promise, I’d love to hear you sing, but it’s not safe,” the witch said quietly, “there's…” she gulped, “We’re not alone in this forest, Adore. Of course, there’s the warlock camp, it’s not far at all, and they’re all lovely. But… we’re not the only witches.”

“You have other sisters?” Adore’s eyes squinted.

“Oh, Adore. They are not my sisters.” Raja’s thumb stroked the back of the mermaid’s hand, “They're…Well, let’s just say they aren’t very nice. We’ve feuded with them in the past many a time. You know, sometimes even going to war. It’s been going on for centuries. Even the witches who came before me had to deal with them.”

“That’s awful,” Adore practically whispered. “I don’t understand. You’re all witches, all the same, so why the feud? I mean, back home, all merpeople… we’re one and the same, and all we share is love.”

God, this woman was too pure… Raja’s heart was melting again. She brought Adore’s damp knuckle to her lips, kissing each one sweetly. “I wish that’s how things were for us." 

"Maybe someday,” Adore shrugged.

Raja’s smile turned sad. “I wouldn’t count on it.”

The mermaid lowered her face, “I’m sorry for singing.”

“Oh, Adore. Don’t feel bad.” Raja lifted the mermaid’s chin, “you didn’t know. Fuck, I should have told you before.”

And Adore laughed through her nose, “I probably wouldn’t have understood a word.”

“Oh. Well, true,” Raja giggled.

-_-_-_-

Courtney didn’t explain what she was doing, let alone why she was doing this.

But Adore just let her put whatever this weird stuff was on her face. 

At first, it felt weird, and that weirdness made the mermaid uneasy. But the way Courtney delicately smeared crushed beetroot over Adore’s lips made her feel safe.

“This stuff will stain your lips; give them a nice bit of colour.” Courtney finished painting Adores lips before wiping the beetroot mush from her finger on a cloth.

Adore nodded in understanding. “So, this is what land girls use to…as you say, make themselves look pretty?”

“Yes. I mean, in the towns and cities, ladies wear real makeup. But being out here, all we have is the nature around us. So we make do with what we got.” Courtney explained as she began crushing up rose petals. “Honestly, though, I prefer the natural way. Better for the skin, and even more so for our powers.”

“I don’t think you need makeup.” Adore shrugged.

“Aw, thank you, Adore. Keep talking, please.”

“I don’t think you need makeup. I think you’re beautiful, and Bianca is very lucky to - -”

Courtney raised a hand to silence the babbling mermaid. “Don’t worry, it’s just an expression.”

“Oh. Gosh, human language confuses me.”

“This isn’t ‘human language’ you’re speaking. It’s wican.” Courtney explained, taking a brush and dabbing it into the rose petals, crushed up so much they were now dust.

Adore let Courtney dab the pink powder on her cheeks, and her eyes were stuck on the small bump.

“You know what’s in there, right?” Courtney asked, knowing full well Adore was staring.

“A baby?” Adore answered.

“Yep.” Courtney swept a hand across her belly. “I’m only four months in, so they’re not that big yet.”

The mermaid let out a laugh through a breath before confusion took over. “So, it’s possible for…for two women to make a baby on the land.”

“Oh, no. That’s not what Bianca and I did.” Courtney laughed even more. “We have a mating season with the warlocks, kind of like a pact that’s been going on since before I was even born. They’re nice boys over in that camp.”

“They sound nice.”

“Yeah. I think I chose the right man too. He seemed nice. I’d like to think that if the baby was a boy, and he’d be taken over there, he’d have a great father.” Courtney’s eyes drifted off, fantasising about this future to come.

“And, what if it is a boy?” Adore asked.

Courtney looked back at her, “Honestly, I don’t even think I give a shit about gender. Boy, girl, anything… I’m keeping my baby. And I’ll love them no matter who they are.”

A warm smile found its way to Adore’s face, her green eyes trailing back down to Courtney’s bump.

“Do you want to touch it?” Courtney already took the nodding mermaid’s hand. 

Placing it on Courtney’s belly, Adore felt it, the tiny heart inside beating.

“I mean, there’s not much going on in there right now, but….” Courtney said.

Adore placed an ear up to the bump. “Wow.”

“What? What is it?” The light witch said with intrigue.

And Adore peered up at Courtney again. “I can hear her heartbeat.”

Courtney’s eyes widened. “Her?”

The mermaid nodded.

“Adore, you are fucking incredible.”

-_-_-_-

“Bianca, what is the meaning of this?!” Raja shouted as her best friend shoved her out of her own home.

“You’ll fucking see! Fuck, patience is a virtue, you know,” Bianca shoved the witch again.

“Alright! I’m fucking moving, God!”

For the last two hours, Bianca had been a pest — insisting Raja skip dinner, weaving silk through the dark witch’s hair, forcing her into a beautiful yet uncomfortable dress. And for every question Raja hurled at her, her friend refused to answer.

And now, here Bianca was, pushing her around, literally.

Almost every witch was outside now, jumping around with excitement and yelling out into the night sky. Even Willam was out — odd for the daylight witch. As soon as she lowered the sun and Blair raised the moon, Willam would be long gone, hitting the hay before anyone could beg for her attention. Yet, there she was, whooping with joy, Alaska carrying her on her back.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Raja exclaimed.

Bianca groaned, taking her friend by the hand and dragging her to their destination instead, “We’re all going over to the warlock camp for a good old time.”

“We’re going to get some dick!” Willam cheered.

“B-But,” Raja couldn’t keep up with this shit anymore, “the mating season is over.”

“Oh, fuck the rules, Raj’,” Katya brushed past, hand in hand with Trixie. “We made them so we can fucking break them whenever we want.” And she carried on with her partner.

“Bianca, what about Adore?” Raja questioned. “I know the men are nice, but…I don’t think it’s safe for her to be out there.”

“And that’s why you’re both going to be staying here,” Bianca glanced over her shoulder with a teasing smile.

Finally reaching the end of the camp, the witches rounded the last hut there.

“B’, I swear to God, whatever you bitches have going on here, I’ll - -”

“Shut up already!” Bianca then gestured to what was in front of them, “Look! We did this for you two.”

In the middle of the green was a small table fit for two, a red candle burning in the middle. A bottle of red wine stood next to the candle, most likely made by one of the witches. And then there were the two plates, the fish Raja and Bianca had caught earlier in the day cooked to perfection.

“You did this,” Raja said, the words sounding more like a question.

“Well, it was Courtney’s idea. She roped me into it.” Bianca put a hand on Raja’s shoulder and the other on her hip. God, she was proud of herself. “Just thought it would be nice for you to have alone time with your mermaid.”

“Okay, you can stop calling her my mermaid. One — she has a name. Two — Adore is her own person. And three — Bianca, Adore and I do have alone time.”

“Yes, but now, you’ll both be even more alone.”

“God, you really are childish,” Raja swept a hand through her hair.

“Oh, wow. You know, that’s a lovely thank you for the fish we cooked and all the work we put into making this shit,” Bianca held a hand out to the display. “Fuck, Nina made that table from scratch!”

Raja looked at said table and back to Bianca, “Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.”

“Come on. That’s probably just a fucking spare table.”

Bianca tsked. “Well, believe whatever you want.”

“What are you two bickering about now?” Courtney’s fed-up voice sounded as she stepped up to the two.

“Nothing amazing,” Bianca rolled her eyes. “Where’s Adore?”

“Oh, she’s just coming now,” the light witch glanced over her shoulder before turning her attention to Raja, “So, do you like it?”

Raja peered at the set table again, “Yes. I love it, Courtney.”

Bianca’s eyes widened. “What the fuck? What did I do to you to make you not nice to me tonight?”

Raja chuckled. “Nothing. Maybe I just like pissing you off,” she playfully shoved Bianca on the shoulder.

“Oh, I know you do. So, what about you, Court’? Ready to go over to the warlock camp?” Bianca swung an arm around her tethered.

“Can’t lie; I’m excited to meet the baby’s father again.” Courtney kissed Bianca softly. 

“Who knows? Maybe I could meet a man, give the kid a sibling,” Bianca teased.

“Oh, come on, honey. We can’t be thinking about that so soon.”

“I know. I’m just joking.” Bianca kissed Courtney’s head.

Raja wasn’t paying much attention to the two anymore. 

For Adore just rounded the corner of the end hut, and the dark witch couldn’t take her eyes away.

The mermaid’s hair was now separated into two messy braids that lay on her shoulders, a crown of dark red roses dawning her head. Her lips may have been a deep blood colour, but her eyes stood out the most, shades of red and orange surrounding those green orbs, making them pop.

The dress came to her ankles, with burgundy lace and black roses lined along the waistline. The sleeves came to her elbows, hanging down to her knees in drapey lace.

She looked…just like a witch.

And, fuck…she was so so beautiful.

“Hello,” Adore waved nervously, approaching Raja.

Courtney and Bianca were also now watching, the light witch smiling proudly. 

“Um…hi,” Raja’s nerves kicked in. “Y-You look beautiful.”

Adore cocked her head, “Even without makeup?”

“What? Of course.” Raja took the mermaid in her arms, “No matter what you look like. Just, right now…you look…fuck, like a goddess.”

The red on Adore’s cheeks intensified. But she didn’t hide it. She took Raja’s face in her hands, pulling her into a heated kiss.

Bianca glanced at Courtney, her eyes telling them they should leave.

“Alright,” Courtney clapped her hands together once, “I guess that’s our cue.”

“Absolutely,” Bianca nodded, taking her tethered partner’s hand and aiming for the forest where the other witches were headed.

When they were alone, Raja pulled out of the kiss, “They made us food.”

Adore only now sniffed the air, her eyes moving towards the table. “Oh, pretty.”

“I know, right?” Raja led Adore towards the table. “And it’s fish. So I think you’ll like it.”

“Ugh, it smells so angelic,” was the only word Adore could think to describe it. She took her seat, ready to dig into the meal. Never had she had fish like this. 

“You know, what’s interesting is that being a witch, we usually give a blessing before we eat, but that tradition only comes into play when there’s a Mother Witch present. But, we haven’t had one in so long,” Raja already picked up her knife and fork, carving into the cooked fish. “Fun fact, it’s supposed to be me, but I - -” She paused, watching Adore pick the fish up with her hands, biting into the tender meat. “D-Doesn’t that… Isn’t it hot?”

Adore shook her head, her smile wide.

“You amaze me,” Raja lifted the bottle of wine, pouring the deep red liquid into both glasses.

“You witches amaze me,” Adore said with wide eyes and a full mouth. Swallowing, she continued, “Do you know, earlier, I saw Jinkx. She was outside her house, and she was breathing fire.”

The dark witch raised a brow, sealing the bottle and putting it back. “Oh really?”

“Yes. She was…” Adore paused, returning the fish to the plate as if trying to make sense of her thoughts, “She was sucking on this little stick, and just…smoke…smoke came from her mouth. Is she a dragon?”

That was enough to make Raja chuckle. Ah yes, Jinkx with her cigarettes. She was the only witch on sight who could grow tobacco plants, and the others adored her for it.

“Oh, I see what you’re talking about. Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” The dark witch took a sip of the wine, and Adore did the same, “I love how amazed our world is to you, yet so…normal to me.”

The mermaid grimaced, coughing some as she put the glass down. “W-What is that?!”

“It’s wine.” Raja suppressed a giggle. “It comes from the grapes.”

“Grapes?”

“Yes.”

And Adore took another sip, swallowing with ease now. “I-I think I’ll adjust to it.”

“Don’t drink too much. I’m guessing this is the first alcohol you’ve ever tried.”

“Oh? And what’s alcohol?”

“Alcohol is amazing. But too much, you’ll start to feel… light-headed, I guess? Maybe lose control of your own actions.” Raja explained. “Between you and me, one time Bianca drank too much wine and thought her shadow was a demon latched onto her soul. It was a wild night.”

“…Alright, but that just makes me want to drink as much as I can,” Adore admitted, her eyes wide with intrigue.

“Well, good thing we have just this one bottle,” Raja held it up as if the mermaid couldn’t already see it.

“I love this place,” Adore let her eyes wander around the camp. “It feels like… every day I’m learning something new that just…blows my mind.”

And the dark witch felt all sorts of excitement brewing from within. If only the mermaid knew she could have the chance to stay here for the rest of her life. As much as Raja hated Raven, she hoped the bitch would come through with her promise. The thought of Adore not being here…it was enough to make her heart ache.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Adore.” Raja reached a hand across the table, taking Adore’s. 

They both seemed to forget about the fish now, preferring to sit and talk for a while.

“You know that day in the cave?” Raja asked.

“The day we met?” Adore smiled fondly.

“Of course. Do you go there often? I mean…what are the chances of us meeting that day?” The dark witch stroked her thumb over the back of Adore’s hand.

The mermaid looked at Raja’s hand, her stomach stirring, just feeling that spark between them both. “I usually go there, just for alone time. My realm isn’t too far away, and sometimes I need a break from everyone else. I have a lot of suitors looking for my hand in marriage, you know?” She teased with a raised brow and coy smile. “I have to meet with at least five a day. It’s exhausting.”

“Five?” Raja exclaimed. “God, I think the King does that with his daughter,” and with that thought, “Wait, are you a princess? Like…soon to be the queen of the ocean?”

And the mermaid laughed, pressing her hand to her sealed lips as she took another bit of wine. “Do I look like royalty to you?”

“Uh…yes.”

“I love you. But no. I am not a princess. Although my father is a noble merman. He works as one of the King’s many advisors.” Adore explained. “So, I’m kind of a big deal.”

“You and me both,” Raja said. 

“So yes, I just like to be alone for a while. Just to…sing and swim around and make new friends with the clown fish,” Adore reminisced. “And that day, I just…saw you looking down at me. And I had never ever met a human before. I heard tales that they were dangerous creatures. But, just looking at you…I thought…how is that even possible?”

Raja lowered her now red-stained cheeks. “Well, I am kind of dangerous, being a dark witch and all. But, I only ever hurt those who hurt my family or me.”

“As I would do the same for mine." 

At the mention of Adore’s family, Raja gulped, lifting her wine and taking another sip. Best to change the subject. "I’m sorry I made you cry that day.”

“It's…ugh, it’s fine. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t control my emotions.” Adore looked away as if pained by the memory. “I just…you know, meeting with all those other merpeople coming to ask for my hand in marriage, when I met you, and when I kissed you…I just felt it. We were supposed to be together.” She looked back at Raja.

The dark witch let out a wavered breath. “Oh, Adore. We’re tethered, that’s why. It’s strange. I thought that was just a witch thing. I mean, I’ve never heard of any other species tethering.” Then she shrugged, “Then again, I don’t meet a lot of other people.” She laughed pitifully, gesturing to the world around her.

“Funny thing is, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of tethering before.” Adore pointed out. 

“Well, maybe…maybe you have a bit of witch in you. Probably explains why you can grow legs when you’re dry.” Raja suggested.

“Nah, mermaids can do that anyway.”

“Oh. I see." Damn.

"Gosh, I’m stuffed.” Adore declared, having barely touched her food.

Raja was just the same, “Oh, me too. Come on.”

Sitting before the lit fire in the centre of camp, the two sipped their wine, talking some more.

“I meant it, by the way, when I said you’re beautiful every day,” Raja stated, holding Adore close.

“I know.” Adore smirked, “I can’t lie, though. I think I look beautiful times ten now,” the mermaid stared into the flames. “I’m pretty like Courtney now.”

“Well, between you and me, you’re prettier than Courtney.” Raja kissed Adore on the cheek.

“Oh, come on.” The mermaid moved out of Raja’s grasp, sitting in front of her now. “Courtney’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. Besides you, of course. At first, I thought she was another mermaid. One I’d never met before.”

“Well, I can assure you Courtney is a full-blood witch. I remember the day she was born. Bianca and I were only five.” And the dark witch looked at the flames next, remembering that day. “It was so cute. Bianca just…reached out her tiny hand and held Courtney’s.” God, her heart was melting, “Bianca’s mother, Valentina, she just…she knew. She knew by Bianca’s face and how Courtney woke up that they would be together.”

Adore sighed, almost dreamily. “I love hearing you talk about this stuff. Even when I couldn’t understand you.”

Raja giggled. “I just…I don’t know. If it weren’t for those two, I wouldn’t believe in tethering.” She shrugged, “I’m more inclined to believe not all tethered relationships work out. Fun fact; Bianca and I were a thing for a long time.”

Adore nodded. “A…thing?”

“Yeah, like… we’d see each other, you know? We’d kiss, hold each other…fuck sometimes. I don’t know, I just thought maybe she was the one I wanted to be with,” Raja tried her hardest to explain. “But, we both realised that we were better as friends.”

The whole time Adore was suppressing her laughs. But eventually, she couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You and Bianca?!”

“Yes. Why?” Raja squinted her eyes.

“It’s just…I don’t see it, but I can see it at the same time. Yesterday, Katya was saying you two were like…like…God, what was that phrase?” The mermaid tried her hardest to remember.

“Chalk and cheese?”

“Yes! Chalk and cheese! I may not know what that means exactly, but I have an idea.”

“Well, judging by what you’re saying, you’re probably right. Bianca’s my bestfriend. And Courtney is lucky to have her as her tethered one.” Raja stated. “They just…reassure me that there’s someone for everyone.”

Adore’s smile turned warm. “And what about us? Does our connection make you believe in tethering?” The mermaid was leaning close to the witch now.

And Raja reciprocated. “Oh, absolutely.”

Their foreheads connect, Adore lifting a hand and stroking Raja’s cheek.

The witch couldn’t tell if it was the warmth from the fire or the heat pooling in her stomach, but her body was warm now. All sorts of feelings stirred within, and she dared herself to say, “Adore…Do you ever think we could - -”

Marry. That’s what Raja wanted to say. Just to get it out of the way. The hardest part of it all.

But she stopped when Adore flinched, hearing the howling from the forest. “What was that?”

“Oh, God,” Raja groaned. Fuck these bitches for ruining the moment, “Don’t worry. It’s just the warlocks. I guess they decided to move the party over here.”

And true to her statement, the men began to pour out of the trees, invading the witch camp. A specific group of them howled at the moon, witches running behind them, thirsty for skin on skin. Another group worked their magic, sending blasts off into the sky, loud explosions painting the night with bright colours.

At first, Adore flinched again, but…this was pretty. Nothing like she had ever seen before. “What is it?”

“I can’t remember the exact name. I think the boys call them fireworks,” Raja also stared up at the exploding colours. “It’s incredible, right?”

The mermaid didn’t have the words to describe it. The loud banging was harsh on her ears, but the…fuck, just taking it all in, it was breathtaking.

“Guess who’s getting dicked down tonight?!” Willam hollered, riding the back of one of the men, rushing to the witch’s hut.

“Me! I am! Me!” Laila was just excited, leading her man for the night away.

They weren’t the only ones. While some witches and warlocks danced around the flames of the fire as they played music with what instruments they had, the others rushed to their homes, ready for a long night of fucking.

“Everyone’s so excited,” the mermaid observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yep. Most of these witches rarely get the chance to meet up with a man,” Raja explained, “mating season is once a year.”

“But tonight,” Adore turned her attention back to her love, “fuck the rules?”

“Fuck the rules,” Raja clarified, drawing Adore into another kiss.

Maybe it was the mixed feelings of love and lust in the air, but Raja was thriving on it all. This was how she wanted it to be forever — just sitting here with Adore, kissing passionately in front of this fire, not a care in the world.

The mermaid’s hand crept along Raja’s leg, making the butterflies in the witch’s belly go wild.

“BOO!”

Adore yelped as soon as her lips parted from Raja’s.

A warlock ran off, cackling wickedly as he rushed for Tatianna, holding her arms open, hungry for a kiss.

“Hey, fuck off!” Raja yelled after the stupid warlock. But when the mermaid’s fear turned to amusement, giggles leaving her lips, the witch relaxed.

“Come on!” Adore stood, taking Raja by the wrist and leading her away.

They were running now, Raja having no idea where she was being led to. As long as it was with Adore, she didn’t care.

Reaching Raja’s hut, they both stood in the doorway, Adore giggling as she leaned back against the bookcase. Raja also laughed, standing opposite Adore.

They just stood there for a moment, eyes shifting between the shenanigans going on outside and then back to each other, just laughing. Why was this amusing?

Maybe just the sheer joy of being here together.

When Adore’s chest stopped heaving, she stepped forward, kissing Raja again.

So many times they had done this already…So many times they kissed.

Yet Raja knew where this was going. 

Fiery flames engulfed her insides, coursing through her body as she allowed Adore to pull her closer. The witch’s hands found their way around the mermaid’s waist, her fingers trailing the line of roses.

Adore pulled away briefly, “Don’t let go of me,” she whispered in Raja’s ear.

“I won’t, Raja smiled, tilting her head and allowing the mermaid to nip at her neck. "Why would I do such a thing?”

No response from the mermaid as she kissed Raja’s mouth again, her body curving against the witch’s. She lured her back, Raja didn’t know where, but she trusted Adore. She trusted Adore with her life.

They found the bed, and Adore pulled away, guiding Raja down. She then climbed the length of the witch, like she had done this many times.

But was this actually happening? Did Adore even know how this worked?

“Adore, do you….” But Raja couldn’t bring herself to finish the statement as the mermaid sucked on her neck some more.

“Hm?” Adore sounded against the witch’s skin.

Her lips were so hot, sucking Raja’s soon-to-be bruised skin. The witch gasped, her hand finding the back of Adore’s head. “Nevermind.”

Adore had to know what she was doing now that her fingers were undoing the black ribbon that bound Raja’s corset. Not like they hadn’t seen each other naked before, but…

This was different. They both knew that. 

And they wanted it.

When the lace was gone, the corset was pulled away from her. Raja sat up, quickly pulling her dress up over her head. Adore giggled, Raja unable to tell if it was because of nerves or excitement.

As soon as the dress was tossed to the side, Adore took it all in – the sight of her tethered partner, like it was the first time seeing her like this again. “I can't…I can’t believe this is real,” Adore’s delicate fingers trailed from Raja’s chest all the way down to her thigh.

“My body?” Raja chuckled, skin tingling as Adore touched her.

The mermaid smiled coyly before correcting her lover, “The fact that we’re together.” She traced the side of Raja’s face.

And the witch sat up again, a hand stroking Adore’s side, the other caressing her cheek.

Adore reached around, untying the threads of her own corset, dropping it from the side of the bed while Raja reached for the bottom of the expertly made dress, lifting it up and over the mermaid’s head. 

As soon as it was removed, Adore didn’t allow Raja to look at her just yet, capturing her lover’s lips with her own again.

The hot sensation of skin on skin, the mixture of their energies tingling between them…This was to be the perfect moment.

Raja grabbed Adore’s hips, momentarily stroking her skin as she lowered the mermaid onto the bed. Pulling out of the kiss, Raja let her thumb trail Adore’s cheek and then her lips. She stared into Adore’s green eyes, the mermaid staring right back.

Fuck, how it made her stomach twist…but in a longing way…almost as if insecurity was taking over but only connected them further. 

They hadn’t even barely started yet. But it was already so intense.

“You’re driving me insane.” Raja kissed her sweetly before moving these kisses down towards Adore’s breasts.

Adore whimpered sighs, music to Raja’s ears. The rise and fall of the mermaid’s chest was a heavenly sight, riling Raja up even more. She teased Adore’s right nipple with her tongue, the right with her thumb. 

Adore arched her back, gasping when Raja’s mouth enveloped her nipple, her thumb flicking the other back and forth. The mermaid squeezed her knees together, mewling with pleasure.

Raja could have done just this all night, anything to hear Adore gasp the way she did, anything to prove her love for Adore. But when she teased her breasts enough, Raja kissed Adore’s nipple again, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at the mermaid. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Raja,” Adore smiled slightly, letting her fingers get tangled in Raja’s hair. God, she wanted more. She had never experienced something so…special…this need to be pressed against each other…the need for Raja to kiss her places she had never been kissed before.

Raja’s hands were wandering again, stroking Adore’s thighs, along her stomach and back up to her breasts. She savoured this all – the heat of Adore’s skin against hers. She knew the mermaid was ready for her…to take this further.

“Do you want to keep going?” Raja asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” Adore said breathlessly. “God, yes.”

Fire coursed through Raja as her kisses lowered. “Is this your first time?” She whispered against Adore’s stomach.

The mermaid closed her eyes. She may not have known fully what that meant, but she knew she wanted this – Raja’s lips all over her body. “Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll go easy on you,” Raja kissed Adore’s belly button before trailing her lips further down her body.

Even though the mermaid didn’t necessarily want easy, her stomach quivered as she allowed Raja to part her legs. Something inside her fluttered as the cool air hit her between her legs. This was so unfamiliar but so so delicious.

Raja kissed Adore’s knee, then the inside of her thigh. She glanced up once more at the riled-up mermaid before her tongue flicked over Adore’s clit.

Adore moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she arched her back again. She was crumbling just under Raja’s mouth. This was…something.

Raja’s tongue circled Adore’s clit while her eyes flickered upwards, enjoying the reactions from the mermaid. 

“Fuck…fuck,” Adore writhed, tightening her hold on Raja’s hair. Her legs spread wider, her left knee brought up into a bend which Raja caressed. 

“You’re beautiful, Adore. You’re so beautiful.” Raja sucked Adore’s clit.

“It’s s-so hot,” Adore murmured, her torso arching as hew mewls of pleasure turned pathetic.

Raja knew Adore was close, the witch’s tongue lapping up her lover’s wetness whilst her finger rubbed against the sensitive clit. “Come for me, baby.”

Her chest still heaving, nails gripping the blanket, Adore glanced down at Raja. Her eyes were wild yet slightly confused.

Placing a sweet kiss against Adore’s core, Raja murmured, “That hot feeling inside,” she rubbed harder at the mermaid’s clit, “Just let it go, Adore.”

“I…I want to….” Adore quivered. “Oh God, I need to.”

“Come for me, Adore. Please,” Raja whispered, her hot breath teasing.

And Adore just couldn’t take it anymore. A lightning-hot course of electricity shocked her whole being, her head rolling back against the pillows as she cried out in pure ecstasy.

Raja sat up again, licking the fluids from her fingers as she watched Adore whine.

“F-Fuck,” Adore’s skin glistened with sweat, her eyes half hooded.

The definition of perfection.

Raja wiped her mouth, sweeping her black hair out of her face as she leaned down to kiss her lover. 

Adore wrapped her trembling arms around Raja, her kisses hungry.

They weren’t done. Now, it was Adore’s turn.

She kept her lips over Raja’s as she flipped the witch onto her back, still panting.

“Did you…” Raja gasped when Adore kissed her neck again, “Did you like that?”

“Of course,” Adore smiled against Raja’s skin, letting her hand slowly creep its way down Raja’s chest, past her flat belly, all the way down to between the witch’s legs.

Raja parted her knees, only now realising there was more to come. She was never the one on the receiving end. But she couldn’t resist Adore’s touch. She moaned as soon as the mermaid delicately brushed the tip of her finger over her clit. Just the simplest touch…it was torture.

“Adore, fuck…” Raja’s fingers tangled in Adore’s hair.

Adore brushed Raja’s clit again, teasing her with no mercy. “You want more?” She brushed her lips against Raja’s ear.

“Please.” Raja squeezed her eyes shut, already soaking wet.

“How much?” Adore giggled mischievously, nipping Raja’s earlobe with her teeth as she pressed harder on Raja’s clit and rubbed it in hypnotic circles. “How much do you want this?”

“God, so much. Please, just…fuck.”

“Are you begging?”

“Y-Yes.”

“I don’t think you are, Raja.”

Fuck, this mermaid was driving her insane. Who knew someone so…mystified by the world…so amazed by all the things she didn’t know…so adorable…Who knew she could be so cruel in the sheets.

“Please, Adore,” Raja whined, wrapping her legs around Adore’s waist. “I want you so bad. I need you.”

This must have satisfied Adore, “Good girl,” she murmured as she slid two fingers inside Raja.

The witch gasped, tightening her hold on Adore, her vision blurring.

Adore slid her fingers in and out, sucking Raja’s neck, leaving behind a pretty red mark. The smell of Raja’s hair and skin only increased her hunger for this intensity. The ecstasy was building within her again, bringing her to rock her bare hips against the bed. The blanket rubbed against her clit, the feeling not as sensational as Raja’s tongue. But this was heaven.

“I love you,” Raja’s hips began to ride against Adore’s fingers, pressing a kiss against Adore’s blush-covered cheek.

Adore pumped harder, biting down on Raja’s neck. “You’re so…fucking…beautiful…”

Raja couldn’t take it anymore. She sat up, Adore’s fingers still deep inside of her. She continued to rock her hips against the mermaid’s hand, wrapping her sun-kissed arm around Adore’s waist.

Again, they stared into each other’s eyes, Adore’s gaze intense, whilst Raja’s was half closed. Their lips brushed against each other, almost like threatening each other with a kiss.

Adore’s free hand trailed along Raja’s arm, up her shoulder and wrapped around Raja’s throat. 

A pitiful crying sound left Raja’s parted lips as Adore squeezed the sides of her neck and continued to bury her fingers inside of her. Her body was now covered in a film of sweat, and her skin was on fire.

“Adore…Adore, fuck!” Raja gasped, her whole being completely surrendered to her lover.

“I love you. I swear to God, Raja. I fucking love you.” Adore’s forehead met Raja’s. She wanted this to last all night but knew it was impossible. For soon, she would start to dehydrate again and need to rejuvenate in the tub. But for now, she would prove how much she loved Raja.

Raja’s whines were now loud moans, matching those of which sounded from outside her home. She was getting close, especially now that Adore had added another finger and was clawing at the witch’s back.

“Come for me, Raja,” Adore whispered, just as Raja had. She ground her hips against the bed sheets more, close to releasing herself. “Come with me.”

And Raja threw her head back, her body trembling as she released against Adore’s hand.

The mermaid did just the same, her free arm now wrapped around Raja’s body as she held them both tightly together. They were both sweaty messes of pure euphoria.

Raja panted, kissing Adore’s cheek before flopping down onto the bed. Now they were done.

Adore pressed a kiss to Raja’s thigh, her stomach, her chest, and her lips before she relaxed her body against the witch’s. 

Raja was still catching her breath, playing with Adore’s blonde hair as her body relaxed.

“You made white blood,” Adore closed her eyes, fingers dancing delicately along Raja’s abdomen.

Raja chuckled. “That’s the come, Adore. That’s why we tell the person we love to come for them.”

“Oh. Humans are so bizarre sometimes.” Adore smiled.

“Yeah. We can be,” Raja looked down at Adore, trailing a finger along the mermaid’s brow. “I want to know though…what you just did to me…how did you know how to do that?”

Adore shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. I just wanted to touch you there. I just…knew I wanted to.”

“I see.” Raja nodded before a thought crossed her mind. “So, like, how do merpeople make love?” Her nails moved to Adore’s back, relishing in this moonlight that seeped in from the roof.

Adore giggled, “Maybe I’ll tell you another day. Let’s just enjoy this.” She kissed Raja’s breast. “While it lasts.”

And Raja’s smile wavered. “I wish I could just hold you all night.”

“You can always get in the tub with me,” Adore hinted. “Not like we haven’t done that before.”

“True.”

“But I’ll let you sleep in your own bed tonight. Maybe some other time,” Adore’s fingers stroked delicately along Raja’s belly now, the witch shivering. “God, they all sound in pain.”

Raja noted the sounds of pure ecstasy coming from outside, witches and warlocks fucking like it was their first time. “Yeah, it’s kind of noisy, I guess. But they’re having fun.”

“I had fun,” Adore giggled, lashes tickling Raja’s chest. “I want to do that again.”

“Oh my God, you’re hilarious.” Raja chuckled, her fingers now in Adore’s snow-like hair. “There’s nothing stopping us.”

“We can’t,” Adore groaned, however, “I’m starting to dry out again.”

“Oh.” Raja panicked internally, sitting up. “You need to go in the tub?”

“Yes. But I can do it myself,” Adore also sat up, getting off the bed.

Making her way to the still-filled tub, Raja still lay there in her bed, taking in the sight of the mermaid’s naked form. Just looking at her skin, she could still feel the softness of it under her fingertips. And it was pure heaven. 

The mermaid was pure heaven.

Before getting in the tub, Adore looked over her shoulder, “Would you come sit with me? Until I sleep, at least?”

Of course, Raja couldn’t say no. She stood by the tub, watching Adore’s legs seal together, forming her long shimmering tail. When the transformation was finished, she sat down.

And that’s when Adore asked, “Which part of me do you like the best?”

“What? Like, body part?” Raja asked.

“No. I mean, do you like me human or mermaid?” Adore raised a brow.

And Raja gulped. “I…I like you no matter what.” It wasn’t a lie. The witch adored every bit of her tethered one. But, deep down, she wanted the human version because that meant they had a future. And, fuck, she wanted that so bad.

Adore seemed satisfied with the answer, reaching her hand out of the tub.

The witch took it in her own, leaning her head against the cold tub.

“Goodnight, Raja,” Adore said breathlessly. “I love you.”

Raja’s heart pounded, cheeks staining red. “I love you too.”

And with that, the mermaid let go of Raja’s hand, letting her body slide down, the water now submerging her.

And that was it. All Raja could do now was get up and drag her tired ass to bed. 

But she simply couldn’t move. 

Just…sitting there beside the tub, knowing Adore was still in there…she couldn’t bring herself not to be away from the mermaid.

Not after what they had just shared. Part of her mind couldn’t grasp any of it, how this was even possible. Of all the other witches she had fucked in her lifetime, nothing compared to what happened with Adore. Her skin could have lit itself on fire when Adore pressed her body to hers. That tethered feeling, the electric light flowing through them both, it reached its peak the moment Adore kissed Raja’s skin. 

Fuck, it was almost as if she was high, the buzz beneath her skin making her see bursts of colour behind her closed eyes.

Yes…A feeling the witch had never experienced in her life.

A throaty moan from somewhere outside brought Raja back to reality. And when she was aware of her surroundings again, she felt it. 

Like she was being watched.

Looking around, the dark witch knew her instinct was correct. Looking towards the door, there was Raven — just standing there, her arms folded, shadows covering most of her.

“Can I help you?” Raja could tell; there was something about the way Raven looked at her, almost like…she was disappointed. But the dark witch paid no heed, finally standing up, uncaring of her nakedness.

“I thought I heard some sort of commotion.” Raven cocked her head.

Raja cringed, “Yeah, sorry we kept you awake.” She finally reached for her night dress.

“It’s fine. It wasn’t just you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but there are a lot of riled-up witches out there tonight.” Raven glanced outside, the sounds of ecstasy still echoing in the night air, “And I was also awake anyway. Just thought I’d let you know I’ve finished preparations for the spell.”

Raja’s breath caught in her throat, eyes widening. “Oh. R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Good.” Raja nodded, now fidgeting with her hands.

Raven cocked her head to the other side now. “What’s wrong, Mother Witch?”

“Raven." 

"Answer the question.”

Raja scoffed, looking away. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Oh, really?” Raven’s hands were now on her hips. “How odd. I could have sworn I heard a bit of hesitation just now.”

And Raja shook her head. “No. No, I didn’t hesitate.”

“Hmm. Having second thoughts?" 

”No.“ 

To this, all Raven did was blink. And, fuck, Raja could have punched her in the throat.

"I see,” Raven nodded. She turned and slowly inched her way back to the door. Before leaving, however, she looked over her shoulder. “Well? Aren’t you coming?”

Raja’s brows knit together. “Where?”

“My place. I need a hand carrying the equipment.” Raven answered, her voice suggesting it should have been a given.

Raja then fidgeted with the knot tied around her waist. “We're… We’re doing it now?”

And Raven was silent for a moment. “Are you sure you’re not having doubts, my love?”

“Raven.” Raja’s voice raised. “No. I am not having doubts.”

“Huh. Alright.” Raven nodded a head to the cold night outside the hut. “Well, let’s go.”

[jinkx-monswoon]

AUBREY WATCHES AS8 - EPISODE 8

SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE ASS EPISODE UNDER THE CUT

thoroughly upset that jinkx monsoon is not one of the available options. or alaska. i think those would have been killer looks

congration to lala! you done it!!

AWWW JESSICA GIVING LALA HER CROWN AND ALEXIS GIVING HER SCEPTER 🥺

oh my god. is jimbo using the motherfucking stool to hold up her boobs

KANDY. KANDY YOU SLY BITCH YOU HAD ME FOOLED 😭

AHAHA NOT THE BONGO BOOBS

ALEXIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR

lala has been so charming. i love her

AHHHH BALONEY GHOST IS BACK <3333

oh my god im excited to see who does trixie

OMIGOSHHH JESSICA AS HER OLD SEASON 2 SISTER <333

OH AND ALEXIS IS DOING HER SEASON 9 SISTER!!

ok i said i was excited to see who does trixie but now im just scared. jimbo if you do big boobs trixie you're literally dead to me.

OH GOD THE SPONGES IN MONET'S BOX

OH MY GOD HELP. I FORGOT ABOUT STANKY THE STARFISH

LMAO. jessica wishes she had big naturals <3

jimbo the himbo. help shes getting so distracted

JIMBO WENT SNORK MIMIMI AWW

im sorry. you're doing AVANT GARDE FACEKINI for TRIXIE MATTEL????????? girlllllll........

RAVEN AND SHANNELLLLLLL HELLOOOOOO

"don't answer that" im DYING

i love jessica getting in touch with all her s2 sisters this episode <33

i can see the mic wire through kandy's tank top LMFAOOO

ok you know what... i admire lala's ambition <3

not kandy with her tatas out and a hole in her padding and everyone being fucking GOOFY

not jimbo killing alexis dead on the floor 😭

i love alexis sitting on the floor. we love a girl who takes some personal Floor Time

omg i can see one of kandy's inflated pigtails in the background of this one shot

oooh lala's wig looks sickening

aww i kinda like the pattern!! i believe in u lala

OH NO SHES STARTING OVER FROM SCRATCH ???

oh my god what kind of weird ass boogie woogie are they doing into the werkroom 😭

THREE DIFFERENT GOWNS?!?!?!?!?!

oh god if lala goes home im gonna be crestfallen.

"omg lemme try it" "nO >:("

i love jimbo but i lowkey hope that she ends up in the bottom just once OOP

omggg lalalexis moment....

oh man i am NOT feeling ru's look this week

brandon who?

AHAHAHA SHE ENDED UP USING THE SPONGE AFTER ALL... THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

jimbo

MOVING ON :)

oh. oh dear. lala is giving mother i'm afraid

oooh i adore the wig but i can see the lace from a mile away... lala noooooo

OOOOOOOOO WERK ALEXISSSSSS WITH THE MOTHERFUCKIN FEATHERSSSS AND THE TULLE TRAINNNNN AND THE BODYODYODY!!!!!!

JAW DROP. JESSICA MOTHERFUCKING WILD YOU SEXY BITCH!!!!!!

THE YASSIFICATION OF YASSICA WILD ✨

"beautifully executed" my nonexistent NUTS. get OUTTA HERE.

get that shit out of my face

god alexis is gorgeous tonight. hope she wins

OH MY GODDDDD YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

no no NOOO NOOOOOOOOOO

okay well i imagine alexis isnt going to pick lala. for one thing it would be a huge backstab AND it would kill any chance of poor alexis getting her crush reciprocated

oh man alexis looks motherfucking snatched. girl those CONTACTS?!?!?!

omg theres so much tulle happening

NICKY DOLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOODNESS SHES SO MOTHERFUCKING GORGE

alexis PLEASE win and save ur girlfriend lala <3333

oh god. these boots were made for walking. this better be a good lipsync

this lipsync is so sexy and silly i am LIVING

pls tell me alexis won

OH THANJK GOD. oh i REALLY hope this means lala is safe

oh no not the tear stain on kandys cheek. my heart is breaking

what

WHAT

oh alexis is getting NO pussy. she just fucking blew her shot SO bad

wow they made the dance break extra long this episode

KATYA

KATYA

KATYA

KATYA

KATYA

KATYA

I FUCKING SCREAMED

WHAT

WHAT

HUH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[awesomehoggirl]

I just want everyone to know that when things i really like cross over i absolutely CANNOT handle it. i get sick to my stomach i have to stop watching i see white i pass out i froth at the mouth i get viscerally upset but also euphoric and it tears my body apart. anyway ivebeen saving the episode of tbatb with sarah schauer and im only just watching it now. about 5 minutes in they begin to rigorously discuss the band hole and courtney loves discography and go on to talk about how much they love live through this and what an incredible album it is. i have to pause because lightning is shooting through my skull! reasonably i know that these people came of age in the 90s and live through this is an incredibly popular album and hole are extremely famous. But god if you know me you know how much i go on about hole and how disgustingly obsessed with them i am. and how mentally unwell i am when it comes to trixie and katya. i feel like i have a PHD in both things and they just collided and Honedtly guys this didnt warrant such a long post but i had to type it or i felt like i would die.

[roxy206]

Lost In Scott’s Eyes With Trixie & Katya — 09/05/2023

watch here | listen here

Listennnnn I am so damn behind & I am usually big on catching up in order but I simply MUST watch this pod episode today!! Also I’m fighting the urge to fall asleep before 8:30pm so I can’t make any promises that this post won’t be unhinged

Katya looks so cuuuuuute stoppppp

Okay but the background decor 🥺

Well, who’s here to fuck me?

I think you can though! — I love her so much. The laughhhhhh

This honestly just might turn into me gushing about how much I love these two idiots & how much I’ve missed themmmmm

Ohh, shut up. Shut up. Shut up, you whore

Omg Trixie bringing up SVU … you know what, what I was going to say could be an entire post on its own so nevermind

I don’t think we should touch each other at work — I know what she means but out of context this is so funny bzzt bzzt

High key curious what this training was though because it sounds way more comprehensive & useful than any training I’ve had at any job

My job as a drag queen is to give you that moment where you see queer sexuality screamed into a microphone … to offset the rest of the 23 hours a day when you’re in straight spaces where it’s like, y’know? Don’t let them know you’re gay, they might burn you at the stake

I find I’m more entertaining off camera than I am on We all think so

Yesterday I was at your house off camera. Was it yesterday? Two days ago?

I was like, god she is funny — 🥹

Please send help because why does it make me so fucking giddy that Trixie is asking Katya about something so mundane as CORD MANAGEMENT. It’s just so fucking domestic

Are you pursuing a romance? No, sex

Oh my god, this face, this face

You give that heart away & you know you can take it back on your own terms — !?! !!!

Katya presenting Trixie with the award 😭😭😭

Why is Trixie giving Katya a gift 😭

I am so sorry to my neighbors for the amount of screaming I have done during this episode already

I’m so horny for this

I thought this was your color but I guess it’s a little brassy

It gives Good Burger It gives bad burger. It gives horrible burger

Stoppppp both of them defending that the other is just outright hot PLEASE

Oh! I’m gonna love this! — 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Perhaps it was a gesture of friendship & love? — what if I cry. What if I cry.

THE BIRD BOOK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh my gosh. I’m gonna love this

I’m having feelingssssssss

It’s really amazing & I really appreciate you — WHAT IF I CRYYYY THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET

I am about to lose it over this candle 🥹

I’ve been vulnerable

I also need to tell the people about what happened when you came over on Saturday — fucking loving this hanging out for enjoyment & friendship era

No but Katya always being the one Trixie turns to when she’s having a rough time 🥺🥺🥺

I need to come over & cry — 🥺🥺🥺

I said, come right away, I’ll get the tea ready She said, I’ll come get you — 😭😭😭 come on

Trixie is really fucking going through it with s2 huh

That stuff doesn’t work on me anymore. I just wouldn’t put myself in those situations

You made me watch Dune the other day

Not Katya saying “mid”

I think you’re right I know I’m right

Pleaaaaase Trixie teasing Katya 🥹

Oh my god the pod is my favorite fucking thing 💕💕💕

[cashmoneymermaid]

so the dream… t&k were out on k’s farm, feeding the animals, and then had to walk back to the house for some reason. it was really muddy ? so suddenly they both had big boots on and t grabbed onto k’s hand so she wouldn’t fall over while they were trying to get through all the mud. then uh, by the time they got home, they were both covered in it, to t asked k to help her take her dress off (don’t ask me why she was wearing a dress) and k unzipped her dress at the back and then like… kissed a line down her spine? and then t just turned around and pressed her up against a wall and kissed her, and then uh, things turned not very pg. a thoroughly enjoyable dream. it is also of note that katya was in overalls which disappeared as soon as trixie no longer had clothes on. again, you have ruined me.

NOT A SEX DREAM ABOUT MY FIC IM CRYIN!!!! That’s so funny also I am taking notes!!!!