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CHAD MICHAELS • drag race season 4 reunion
#chad michaels#rpdredit#rpdr 4#rupaul's drag race#rpdr#drag race#gif*#gone back to s4 for a request but im getting sidetracked fghjkl;
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i don’t know why they keep booking me on these chickenshit gigs!
(pt: i don’t know why they keep booking me on these chickenshit gigs!) my favorite queen from every season i’ve watched 2/28: chad michaels, season 4
💎 💎 💎 💎 💎 💎 💎 💎 💎
#🧸 self indulgent#stimmy#stimboard#rpdr#drag race edit#rpdr s4#chad michaels#green stim#emerald stim#white stim#cream stim#lace stim#crystal stim#paint mixing stim
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why does no one ever talk about how rapey the lis2 villains are
#flores putting her hand on sean's thigh#the charles and merrill conversations#big joe as a concept#lisbeth's everything ('lost little lamb')#hank having ties on hand to restrain teenagers#the way the vigilantes pinned sean down and put him in sensory deprivation#chad and his pathetic boyfriend#fucking brett#like why does jefferson get *all* the credit for blatant sex creeps in this series#lis verse#life is strange 2#monsters talks life is strange#dead dove do not eat#noncon mention#maria elena flores#sean diaz#daniel diaz#charles eriksen#merrill#big joe#lisbeth fischer#hank stampher#brett foster#chad michaels#mike wilson#madison wright#luke wright#ep 1 roads#ep 2 rules#ep 3 wastelands
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precious paula nicole with some drag race winners!
#drph#rpdr#rupaul's drag race#drag race philippines#precious paula nicole#sasha colby#bianca del rio#priyanka#chad michaels#drcan#canada's drag race
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Galactica, Chapter 106 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫
Previously: The Galactica Fashion Week Runway show went off without any major malfunctions.
This Chapter: Welcome to the Afterparty! Networking, awkwardness, flirting, drunken shenanigans and a threat of homicide (or not…we certainly didn’t hear anything).
***
There was a genuine smile on Fame’s face after the show closed, and Trixie could finally relax.
The show was a success. Everything was fine.
Of course, there would be the evaluations, the meetings, the press, the sales figures, but none of that really mattered if Fame wasn’t satisfied with what they had created.
In reality, Trixie just wanted to go home, to spend time with Katya, but he had promised Fame to hang around at the party, had even changed into a suit and tie for it, the jacket as always restrictive and uncomfortable. There were still plenty of shows, Raja and Fame would be leaving for Europe on monday at the latest, but as far as Trixie was concerned, his role at fashion week was fulfilled, at least until the late spring.
Trixie took a sip from his champagne flute. He had hesitated before grabbing one, his sense of solidarity towards Katya’s sobriety even fiercer now that she was pregnant, but he was allowed a glass to celebrate a well-received collection.
“Trixie!”
Trixie coughed, nearly choking on his drink as he came face to face with none other than Chad Michaels. Chad was one of New York’s most well known philanthropists, and therefore also someone that everyone in fashion had some sort of working relationship with, since she constantly needed new fabulous clothes.
Chad was in her 60s, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying and experimenting with fashion, her dress for the night a gorgeous Galactica in beautiful cranberry red from the holiday collection.
“Just the man I needed to see!” Chad smiled as she grabbed his elbow, a slightly manic look in her eyes, heavy jewelry dangling from her ears, the scent of Chanel reaching his nose. “The closing dress. Has anyone claimed it? Please tell me I’m the first one!”
“Ah.” Trixie should have expected that Chad wanted to buy it. She was one of their most loyal customers, constantly photographed in their designs, and never shying away from praising the brand. Of course she would want Violet’s dress. Their newest designer had really outdone herself yet again. “I’m really sorry, but I think it’s an archival.”
The Galactica archive was something to behold, Ivy guarding it with her life, the room temperature controlled and as secure as any bank vault. Trixie hadn’t heard Raja make the final decision, but he had seen the look on Fame’s face, had felt the mood shift amongst the audience as they were moved by the piece.
It was too early to tell, but Trixie wouldn’t be surprised if fashion journalists would look back at this very show as a pivotal moment in Galactica’s history.
“I’ll be damned.” Chad sighed heavily. “I was hoping to wear it for the Met.”
“You haven’t decided on a dress?” The Met Gala was only three months away, the first Monday in May approaching at a worrying pace.
“I thought I did, but nothing truly inspires. You know how it is.”
Trixie nodded. Unsure of what to do, how to help, when he spotted exactly who he needed in the crowd.
“Violet!”
Violet turned, and he beckoned her over. She walked towards them, and as Trixie took in her bright eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks, he realized that she must be quite tipsy. He wondered if bringing her over was a mistake, but too late now. So instead he put an arm around her shoulders.
“Violet is one of our most fabulous couture designers. She designed the closing look that you love so much.”
“You did?” Chad asked, eyes widening as she took Violet in.
“Yes.”
“Congratulations dear,” Chad said, lifting her glass in a toast. “You have a great talent.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, of course, I’ll talk to them about the dress you want, but if I can’t make that happen, what would you say to this extremely talented young lady whipping you up something custom for the Met Gala?”
Violet turned to him, a panicked look on her face, gripping his jacket. “But, Raja-”
Shit. He hadn’t told her that Raja rejected all of her designs, or that he’d enlisted other concepts from Aurora, because he didn’t want to stress her out this week, not with everything she was dealing with being back in Fame’s office. And he certainly couldn’t explain all that right here, right now. He leaned in and spoke softly, under his breath.
“Don’t worry, we’ll work it out. Just play along, we’re making a sale.”
Violet nodded, and turned back towards Chad with a smile, who was looking at them with a delighted expression, hands clasped together.
“Well that sounds divine! With your design genius and my impeccable taste, we’re bound to blow them all away!” Chad smiled, then glanced around before lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Granted, I do wish the theme was better, but…whatever Anna says goes, eh?”
Trixie laughed, and looked over to see that Violet was giggling too. He relaxed a bit, feeling good, that Violet and Chad would at least get along fine, and that maybe this way she wouldn’t be too heartbroken about losing the Raja job.
***
“Okay,” Symone exclaimed, lifting her arms in the air. “Who’s ready for the next round?!”
“Almost,” Adore laughed, her arm draped loosely around Tati’s waist, pulling her in to say, “Have I told you how much I like your new roommates? They’re fucking fun.”
“They are,” Tati giggled, “but not good at pacing themselves.” Tati lifted her cocktail, the vodka soda a model standard that Adore knew all too well. “I’m not even halfway done with this one, how are you ready for another round?”
“These drinks are free and the booze is premium. Keep up!” Symone exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Right, Bim?”
“One sec.” Bimini tossed back the last of her whiskey and set the glass down on the table heavily. “Alright, love. Lead the way.”
“Yaaaas!” Symone pranced towards the bar, Bimini following close behind.
Tati turned to Adore, shaking her head. “I thought we drank a lot, but those girls. They fucking drink. It’s a little worrying. I mean, we’re like, at work.”
“You’re cute,” Adore laughed some more, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She’d been thoroughly annoyed when Bianca left, but maybe it was for the best. After all, now she had a chance to hang out with Alaska, Tati and her friends, and avoid the tense adult drama altogether.
“Thanks.” Tati smiled, then lowered her eyes, biting her lip.
“You okay, babe?”
“Yeah…um…I should probably tell you something.”
“Okay?”
Tati closed her eyes and sighed.
“Wait, what’s wrong?” Adore asked, squeezing her forearm. “You’re freaking me out!”
“I’m sorry. It’s probably not that big a deal, just…so, when we were backstage, Pearl was walking around. Taking pictures and shit.”
“Oh. Right.” Adore was trying not to think about her ex, wandering around the party, though of course she knew she was there. Maybe someday it would be possible to be in the same room as Pearl and ignore her presence entirely, but unfortunately, Adore hadn’t reached that stage just yet.
“Anyway…” Tati played with the cuffs of Adore’s jacket, biting her lip. “She clearly didn’t recognize me. Or like, remember that we’d hung out like ten times while y’all were dating, because…um…”
“She hit on you, didn’t she?” Adore asked. She could see how clearly uncomfortable Tati was, and wanted to end her suffering as quickly as possible.
“Yeah. But I told her to fuck off! I mean, I didn’t quite say ‘fuck off,’ cause I was like, not trying to get fired, but she got the message loud and-”
Adore wrapped her arms around Tati and pulled her in for the biggest, warmest hug.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too! You’re not mad, are you?” Tati asked, face tucked into her neck.
“At you? Of fucking course not!” Adore pulled back, taking both of Tati’s hands in hers. “But…I mean, thank you, for being loyal and shit. But…do you like her?”
“No! After how she treated you? I think she’s an asshole,” Tati said.
Adore grinned and nodded, squeezing her hands. In spite of feeling absolutely self-righteous about it at the time, Adore had been feeling some creeping guilt about the way she’d handled things with Dahlia. Maybe the situation wasn’t as black and white as she’d first assumed. Especially after her recent conversations with Aja, and getting back into band practice.
“Okay,” she said. “But…I mean, we’ve both moved on, obviously, so…if you did like her-”
“Bitch, she didn’t deserve you, which means she doesn’t deserve me,” Tati said, with a toss of her long, dark hair.
Adore laughed, hugging her again.
“I love you, so much.”
“You said that already.”
“I know. But I really do.”
“Same,” Tati replied, lashes fluttering.
“Uhh…hi? Am I interrupting something?” asked a voice, and Adore turned to see Alaska, looking a bit awkward, albeit fabulous, in a leopard-print pencil skirt and cropped black cardigan with turquoise trim, appletini in her hand.
“Lasky!” Adore broke away from Tatianna and threw her arms around Alaska, exclaiming, “Everyone looked amazing, omigod! Where have you been?!”
“Hi, thanks! Uh, long story, one of the freelance artists had an issue, but everything’s fine now. Are you guys, um…” her eyes darted back and forth between Adore and Tati.
“Yeah, yeah, we’re good. Just having a bestie moment. Obviously you know Tati. You’re the one responsible for her face looking like fucking perfection.”
“Me and some stunning genetics, yup. Hello, Tatianna,” Alaska held out a hand for a strangely formal handshake. “Incredible work on the runway today.”
“Hi again,” Tati said, “Thanks.”
“So…I guess your sister’s not here?” Alaska asked.
“Don’t get me started,” Adore said, rolling her eyes.
“Right. Well, please tell her I said hi. I was looking forward to chatting about the makeup shoot.”
“Sure.”
Alaska took a sip of her drink, arm wrapped around Adore’s waist. After a beat, Tati and Adore exchanged a look. The energy was slightly weird, but Adore couldn’t exactly put her finger on why. Luckily, before she could worry too much, Bimini and Symone returned with the next round and soon everyone was chatting, the awkwardness forgotten.
***
“Hey, stranger…”
Karl turned to see Detox, his hair a cool, wintery blue that matched his sport coat, a wicked smirk on his face. He’d meant to say hi to him before the show, but had gotten stuck in traffic and only arrived with moments to spare, sliding into his seat just in the nick of time, his heart pounding at the thought of incurring Fame’s infamous wrath.
“Hi!” Karl pulled Detox in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Why do you look like the cat that swallowed the canary? Got some big scoop?”
“Well, sort of, but unfortunately, not one I can use,” he said.
“Why not?”
“The girls are still fighting,” Detox said pointedly, raising his blue brows and shaking his head.
“Ugh, that again?” Karl rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, Bianca shot out of here like a bat out of hell, the second the show was over. Made some sorry excuse about another commitment.”
“It’s been literal months,” Karl said, “Don’t they have anything more interesting to worry about?”
“Why don’t you ask Fame?” Detox suggested, nodding towards the woman of the hour, who was striding towards them, her cream-colored cape billowing behind her, a beautiful woman in pale pink at her side. Detox sipped his drink, giving Karl another gleeful sideways glance. A dare.
Well, two could play that game. Karl pursed his lips and cocked his head, asking, “Why don’t you, tough guy?”
Detox blinked, and then his smirk grew slightly as he turned towards the women.
“Fame!”
Fame stopped and turned to them, her typically placid hostess smile on her face.
“Hello my darlings. How are you? Did you enjoy the show?” She walked forward, giving each of them air kisses.
“It was divine as always,” Karl cooed, happy to hang Detox out to dry on this one.
“Yes, wonderful,” Detox said. “And-”
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Karl Westerberg, Elite London.” Karl reached out to the young woman beside Fame, offering his hand, as Detox rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption.
“Hi. Shea Coulee. I’m a journalist, doing a profile of Miss Fame for Vogue.”
“Vogue, did you say?” Karl raised an eyebrow, just slightly. That certainly was interesting. “Fabulous.”
“Speaking of Vogue,” Detox cut in. “I noticed a certain someone seemed in an awful hurry to get out of here after the show.”
“If you mean Ms. Wintour, she’s right over there,” Shea said, gesturing to the other side of the party, where Anna Wintour was talking to Grace Coddington and Vanessa Van Cartier.
“No, I didn’t mean Anna. I meant…another Editor-in-Chief we all know…” Detox said, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “And I was just wondering if you had any opinions, thoughts…feelings to share about that?”
“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Fame said. “And I’m also sure that if you keep gossiping about things in this manner, that I have a way to kill you that won’t ever be traced back to me.”
Fame smiled at him, the icy one with daggers in her eyes she reserved for special times.
“You do realize that you just threatened homicide in front of a witness and a journalist, right?” Detox asked, eyes wide with feigned shock.
“Doesn’t that tell you how absolutely sure I am that I won’t even be a suspect?” Fame asked, that smile back that should have terrified Detox more than it apparently did. It certainly terrified Karl. “Besides, Karl didn’t hear anything, did you Karl?”
“Hear anything about what?” Karl asked quickly, playing along.
“Traitor!” Detox muttered.
“I assume this conversation is off the record?” asked Shea.
“Well,” Fame twirled the stem of her champagne glass, looking Detox up and down slowly. “Is Detox important enough that it matters?”
Shea smirked, catching on perfectly, mimicking her supercilious gaze before saying, “Probably not.”
“Good,” Fame answered.
Detox opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out.
Fame patted him on the shoulder, smoothing down his lapel with a victorious smirk.
“Bye, boys. Behave,” she said, turning on her heel and sashaying off, Shea right at her side.
***
Bob technically wasn’t supposed to have a tray, but all it took was a little of his signature charm, some flirting with one of the servers, and bam! Now he had nearly 20 shots he could easily carry back to his table. On the way, he spotted little Violet, who looked like she’d had a few herself, all alone.
“Violet!” he called, grinning.
“Oh, hi!” she looked up and smiled back. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a high neck, the outfit screaming unimportant assistant.
As he approached, he made sure the shots were balanced before slinging an arm around her. It was nice that Upstairs let them attend these parties in the first place. Bob sure wasn’t gonna be the one to give them a reason to stop.
“Hey girl! What are you doing all by yourself? Where’s Sutan?”
“Working-“
“Boring!” Bob groaned and Violet giggled, a smile of her lips as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
“Actually, I was just talking to-“
“Is it work related?”
“… Yes?”
“Then I don’t want to hear it tonight.” Bob looped his arm with Violet’s. “Come celebrate with us! Everyone wants to toast to you and that finale dress! You fucking slayed the house down!”
Violet laughed and rolled her eyes, following him to the table where some of the other designers were waiting, along with a few friends.
Kade, especially, seemed thrilled to see her, squealing and throwing his arms around her, then immediately pressing a shot into her hand. Several rounds later, Sutan finally showed up, looking a bit frazzled and worried, but recovering nicely as soon as he saw that his girlfriend was all in one piece, safe and emotionally sound.
“Sutan!” Violet gave an uncharacteristic yelp of delight, throwing her arms around Sutan’s neck and placing sweet kisses all over his face, Sutan laughing at the unexpected shower of pecks.
“Heyyy, it’s the boyfriend of the year!” Bob said, looking up at him with a grin as Sutan pulled away from Violet, carefully unpeeling her.
“Hi, Bob,” Sutan smiled. “Nice to see you again.”
“Likewise.” Bob nudged Maxwell on the shoulder, knowing his boyfriend’s little crush was something that gave him endless embarrassment. “Maxwell, say hi to Sutan.”
“Stop it,” Maxwell hissed, then said, “Hi Sutan. Thank you for, um…the models.”
He cringed, and Bob patted him on the back.
“I hope they were well-behaved. Especially the new ones,” Sutan said.
“Oh, oh yeah, they did a great job,” Maxwell said.
“There ya go, that wasn’t so hard,” Bob whispered.
“I hate you,” Maxwell said under his breath, through gritted teeth, the smile still plastered over his face. He focused back on Sutan, offering, “Would you like to have a seat?”
“Oh, that’s alright, I’m just here to check up on Violet,” he said, passing her a drink.
“Are we leaving yet?” Violet asked, confused.
“No, no. I still have laps to make. You just stay with your friends. I simply wanted to make sure you were alright and still here. I’d hate to have to sacrifice another set of shoes later.”
Violet’s eyes bulged open. “Sutan!”
“What?” Kade asked, confused. “Shoes? What’s he talking about?”
Bob perked up, deeply interested. What could have made her react so strongly? This sounded like a story he had to hear.
“Nothing! He’s talking about nothing!” Violet said, shooting a death glare up at him making Sutan laugh.
Bob smiled to himself, lifting another shot to his lips. He’d keep that one under his hat for now; he could always grill Ms. Chachki later, maybe trade it for something once she was back in design.
Kade leaned forward, resting his chin on his knee, gazing up at Sutan. “Has anyone ever told you that you have real Daddy energy?” he asked, lashes fluttering.
Maxell immediately turned as red as a beet and elbowed him hard in the ribs.
“OW!” Kade shrieked. “What?! He does!”
“Thank you, Kade,” Sutan laughed, “I think?”
“You’re welcome,” Kade said, leaning back, a smug grin on his face. He stuck his tongue out at Maxwell for good measure.
Maxwell turned to Bob with a scowl, muttering, “Next time you bring him, don’t forget the shock collar.”
“Have another drink, Cracks,” Bob said, handing over a shot.
“Um…” Violet looked up at Sutan, blinking slowly. “I actually think I have…had one or two more than I…um…”
“Are you saying you want to take off?” he asked quietly.
“Yes,” Violet said. She extended her arm and let Sutan pull her up into a standing position.
The guys called out their farewells, with Kade sure to sneak in a “Bye Daddy!” before diving into Bob’s lap for protection from Maxwell.
***
“Mmh,” Raja hummed against Raven’s lips, the two of them kissing. She knew it was the Galactica party, and that she should mingle as much as possible, but Raven was just utterly irresistible tonight.
There was nothing sexier than a Raven who glowed with confidence, who oozed the knowledge that she was hot, that knew she had done a good job, and few things boosted Raven as much as a fashion show gone well.
Raja moved, pressing Raven against the wall, holding her by the waist and kissing her neck, the scent of perfume filling her nose.
“Raj-” Raven moaned, cutting herself off, nudging her with her face. “Raja. My hair.”
Raja looked down, a strand of Raven’s hair caught in her watch, black and silver tangled together.
“Fuck.” Raja moved, which made Raven wince, a laugh escaping both of them as Raven grabbed her wrist and carefully freed her hair.
“Sorry.” Raja wrinkled her nose, settling her hands on Raven’s hips, giving her a squeeze as she leaned in to kiss her again, when Raven suddenly pulled away.
“Violet!” Raven waved, her boobs pressing against Raja’s chest, her fiancée practically crawling over her shoulder. “Over here!”
Raja turned her head, watching as Sutan and Violet came towards them, her brother smiling and waving back. Violet was clinging to his arm, leaning on his shoulder, and Raja couldn’t help the stab of annoyance at the sight, Violet practically acting like she owned him.
They all greeted each other, Raven grabbing Violet and hugging her tightly as Sutan pressed a kiss against Raja’s cheek, his low rumble switching to Indonesian.
[Congratulations] Sutan pulled back slightly, [on another job beautifully done.] He grinned, his eyes sparkling, delight dancing in his expression. [You up to split a cab?]
[Not sure I should leave yet. It’s sort of my company.]
[Oh yeah, and you’re doing so much networking over here], Sutan chuckled, wiping a bit of Raven’s lipstick off of the corner of her mouth.
“Touché,” Raja smirked, allowing her brother to touch her. [Okay, let’s go home.]
“Ooh! I know that word!” Raven perked up, making both Raja and Sutan laugh. “We’re leaving, right?”
“I’m glad to see your language studies are finally picking up, Raven.” Sutan smiled. “It took what? Five years?”
“And for that…“ Raven reached out, taking Sutan’s tie between her fingers, “you can come get the jackets with me.”
Raja hadn’t expected Raven to volunteer, such a menial task something she usually let others do for her, her fiancée the exact spoiled brat Raja herself had created.
She watched her walk away, but then, Raven glanced over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes, a swing in her hips, and Raja realized that it was a tease just for her, leaving her behind with nothing for company but the throb of her clit.
That, and Violet, of course.
Violet was leaning against the wall, apparently completely content not to speak, her normally shrewd eyes wandering listlessly over the crowd, head lolling back. She definitely wasn’t her typical put-together self. Too many drinks from the open bar after a day of running around on an empty stomach, she suspected.
Raja didn’t think she hated Violet, but she didn’t have anything to say to her that wasn’t about work.
Unless…
The Galactica party was - obviously - filled with beautiful women, and Raja was struck with an idea. She quickly swept the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that stood out from the rest. This would be the perfect time to get her uncensored opinions.
She tried to remember which model Violet had been enamored with during the casting—unfortunately, she was so annoyed in that moment that she forgot to make note of the girl, but she did seem to remember that it wasn’t one of the waif-y stick-thin ones, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t a white girl, either.
She spotted someone just right, heading towards the bar. One of their influencers, a sexy Filipino girl with an ass to die for (especially in the thigh-high Louboutins she had on), her long, glossy curls bouncing as she walked.
“What do you think of her?” Raja nudged Violet’s arm, pointing out the young woman with a subtle nod of her head.
“Marina Summers?”
Raja smirked, not really surprised that Violet knew the name of everyone at the party, even in this state. She was Fame’s assistant after all, so she had probably pored over the guest list, making sure to memorize it all, in case Fame needed it.
“Yes, her. Cute outfit, right?”
“Mmm. I like her handbag. Very on trend right now,” she said, a slight slur in her voice.
Raja rolled her eyes. Marina was wearing a low-cut, backless mini-dress that barely covered her ass, but of course her handbag was what Violet commented on. Raja decided to try again, gesturing to a stunning girl with rich, dark skin, an hourglass figure, and a fur coat hanging off her shoulders. All she wanted was for Violet to drunkenly comment on her body, her tits, something she could use.
“What about her? Isn’t she pretty?”
Violet turned to Raja with a puzzled expression, blinking slowly. “Are you trying to find someone for a campaign?”
Raja cringed inwardly, realizing what a nightmare it would be for her if Violet repeated their conversation back to Raven. She was disappointed that her plan had failed, but better that than to get in trouble.
“Yeah. We’re…well, I had an idea to maybe bring some more faces on board for this year’s resort collection. Not just models, but maybe some people with real followings,” she said, covering quickly, adding, “I haven’t talked to Pearl or Alyssa though, what do you think?”
“Oh, uhh…that’s not really my area.”
“Fair enough.” Raja sighed, noting with some relief that Sutan and Raven were heading back their way. “Looks like you’re off the hook.”
***
“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” Pearl said, winking.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the older woman purred, vodka oozing from her pores as she leaned in to press her lips to Pearl’s cheek.
Pearl knew that working the room was an important part of her job. (Especially her current company, a brand manager who had been giving them free liquor and bartenders at every party for the past three years in exchange for a rather modest company credit on Galactica’s website.)
However, she’d been at it all evening, and it was starting to get a bit tiresome. Even professional schmoozers needed a break once in awhile. So as soon as she’d extricated herself from the woman’s clutches, she took a deep breath and looked around for a friendly face, maybe a coworker with whom she could chill for a few minutes, just to catch her breath. Luckily, a couple of designers were nearby. And to Pearl’s delight, she noticed that April was among them.
She wondered why she’d never paid much attention to April previously. After all, she was definitely hot, and talented, and if their conversation earlier was any indication, she liked to play. Pearl fixed her face into a sad expression and approached the designers, looking as dejected as possible.
“Good lord, Pearl!” Blu exclaimed. “Are you alright?”
Pearl heaved a dramatic sigh. “Yeah…”
“Oh my god…” April muttered, shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” Gia asked.
“I just, um…have been having a rough…” Pearl sighed again.
“You’re fucking ridiculous,” April said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink.
“April!” Blu admonished.
“Guys, she’s full of-”
“I thought you said that you’d talk to me about…nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you…” Pearl hung her head and turned slowly, taking a few steps away from the table.
“Pearl! Don’t go!” Gia cried. “April, what’s wrong with you?!”
“Ay dios mio…”
April hurried to catch up with her, just like Pearl hoped she would, grabbing her arm.
“Would you knock it off?” she hissed into her ear.
Pearl turned to her with a mischievous smirk. “Knock what off?”
“You are some piece of work.” April rolled her eyes.
“You love it.”
“I need another drink if I’m gonna hang out with you.”
“So, you do want to hang out with me, then,” Pearl said triumphantly.
April scowled at her, but then a smile began to crack through, and she turned on her heel, marching towards the bar. Pearl followed, checking out her pert little ass in the process. Very nice.
“Hey, can we get two double shots of Don Q rum?” April asked the bartender.
“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” Pearl asked, flashing a grin at her as she slid in beside her.
“I’m trying to make the experience of being with you more enjoyable,” April replied.
“Wow. A dagger, straight to the heart.”
April laughed, taking the shots from the bartender with a nod and shoving one towards Pearl, letting their fingers touch briefly. She bit her lip, looking at Pearl in the eyes, raising her glass. Pearl lifted hers as well.
“Salud,” Pearl said.
“Salud,” April replied, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth before tossing back most of the rum in one gulp.
Pearl grinned, impressed, downing hers as well.
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CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY as Luke in THE MERRY GENTLEMEN (2024) dir. Peter Sullivan
#chad michael murray#the merry gentlemen#userstream#chewieblog#moviegifs#filmedit#filmgifs#fyeahmovies#junkfooddaily#cinematv#filmtv#tvandfilm#cinemapix#my gif#dailynetflix#dailymenedit#mancandykings#userquel#usergal#usermath#usermack#gaybuckybarnes#userpedro#mikaeled#usersavana#christmas
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CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY Dawson's Creek 5.03 "Capeside Revisited"
#chad michael murray#dawson's creek#dawsons creek#charlie todd#tvedit#serie#televisiongifs#cinematv#tvandfilm#actor#men#menedit#mancandykings#mensource#dailymenedit#gifs#mine#*
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season 4 might be my favorite season of drag race like....
not just because of the amazing contestants and challenges, but the whole lore behind the scenes is sooo interesting to me like half of the cast having phones and breaking all kinds of rules for no reason is fascinating and obviously something that will never be replicated
also chad is sooooo underrated she killed every challenge and if it wasnt for storytelling and fandom stuff and whatever she would've won
ill never stop spreading the chad michaels agenda like thats MOTHER!
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Drag Bar Dream
I had a dream where I took my momma to a drag bar. She was so awkward yet nice. She tried to order a cola margarita and they would not make it. Chad Michaels was performing and was so nice and hugged us both after the performance. Great dream and great night within the dream.
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CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY as Luke The Merry Gentlemen (4K)
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#chad michael murray#cmmedit#the merry gentlemen#netflix#so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hotguys#hotmen#men in 4k#filmedit#moviegifs#filmgifs#hot dudes#dailymenedit#dailymengifs#dailymensource#dailycelebs
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . my boyfriend’s pretty cool
#icons#icons 120x120#edits#leonardo dicaprio#johnny depp#matt damon#ethan hawke#chad michael murray#adrien brody#matthew mcconaughey#cillian murphy#river phoenix#christian bale#jamie dornan#tom hardy#andrew lincoln#jeffrey dean morgan#matthew lillard#evan peters#chris evans#jared leto#joseph gordon levitt#heath ledger#brad pitt#jake gyllenhaal#ryan gosling#pedro pascal#aaron taylor johnson#james mcavoy#miedit
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and the rest is history
#one tree hill#hilarie burton#chad michael murray#peyton sawyer#lucas scott#leyton#peyton x lucas#oth#prime video
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siblings in horror: ride-or-die edition
the strangers: prey at night | nope | house of wax | the lost boys
codependent | blood-soaked | haunted | damned | dumb-ass
#alternative title: survivor's club#feel the need to put a huge disclaimer wrt the respective quality of these movies#watch nope for scares w excellent depth. watch house of wax to see chad michael murray fight to the death on a bed made of peanut butter.#the strangers: prey at night#nope 2022#house of wax#the lost boys#horror#my art#siblings in horror
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