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[aliceinkekeland]

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[kitkatpancakestack]

DMV meetcute lesbians yay! I have been writing about them in an effort to break through this hellish writer's block bc they are fun and nothing hurts in this universe and I love them <3 Anywayyy it's been a bit since I shared some writing so here's a snippet, if you're so inclined:

“I appreciate the thought,” Chloe said, breaking Gabi from her spiral. “You driving me home from the hospital the other day was enough. You don’t—owe me anything.”

“It’s not—uh, whoa! What do you think you’re doing?” She more or less threw the food onto the kitchen table in order to intercept Chloe at the cabinets, where she had attempted to reach for the plates. “You had a pen literally lodged in your chest, and I thought you were gonna die on me, like, three days ago, so maybe let me get that?”

“I can do it.”

“Okay. Humor me then.”

Chloe blew a lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail out of her face. “Beer?”

Alcohol always had the potential to make this evening better or exponentially worse. A gamble she was willing to take. “Yeah, thanks.

Chloe moved to the fridge instead and Gabi grabbed two bowls from the cabinet and went about setting out the various containers of chinese food.

“Thanks,” Gabi said, as an open beer was set down in front of her. Chloe smiled and Gabi tried to ignore the weird flip in her stomach and the dryness in her mouth in favor of sticking to her new life plan, which was to not be a walking disaster. Thus far an utter failure but call her an optimist. “So, uh, feel free to take whatever you want. Looking at it all in front of me I think I went a little overboard. Eyes bigger than my stomach and all that.”

Chloe didn’t say anything, but her posture was loose and relaxed as she dragged the lo mein closer to her. They ate in silence, nothing but din of LA continuing on outside the walls. Objectively it was a fine moment, and for anybody else it may have even been content, but Gabi didn’t think she had ever been fine or content in her entire life. As it was, she sat chewing on her egg roll hoping her cool exterior did not give away the nervous breakdown simmering underneath.

You’re just . . . you’re too freaking much, Gabi! You’re too much, until I actually want to have a legitimate conversation with you, or I need you to tell me something real, and then it’s nothing! Two years together and I still just do not understand you. I think that’s what you really want, is for nobody to know you at all!

“Gabi?”

She jerked, swallowing the egg roll gone soft in her mouth, throat suddenly tight. “Sorry?”

“I asked if you wanted another beer.” Chloe’s mouth was soft and pink and her lips a little spit slick from licking them, and Gabi felt her face go hot. 

“Um.” Girl don’t do it. “Yeah, that would be—thanks.”

She fought the urge to bang her head on the table as Chloe returned to the kitchen. “Listen, Chloe—” she stopped when saw a letter tacked up on the fridge with "alumni" in big blocky letters at the top, the first thing she’d seen in the apartment that had any kind of individuality or hint that an actual person lived inside. “Whoa, are you a dancer?”

Chloe frowned in confusion, but then her gaze snapped to the fridge, and a weird stiffness settled over her features. There one moment and gone the next, though. She smoothed the edges out quickly and seamlessly and settled on a more neutral expression. “Yeah, I—” She laughed, a quick burst of air through her nose, shaking her head. “I graduated from Julliard, actually. No big deal.”

Gabi thought her eyes were about to pop out of her head. “No big— are you shitting me.”

Chloe set the beer down. “No.”

“I just—”

“What?” The word was defensive, biting. Gabi walked back her excitement and dug her nails into her palms to keep herself in check.

“I could see it,” was what she settled on. “Your poise handling me during that driving test was unparalleled.”

Chloe laughed for real and that was the biggest win Gabi had earned in a while. “Yeah, you were pretty bad.”

“Hey, I am aware of my many, many faults.”

“You’re human,” Chloe rebuked. “Is this about that breakup you told me before? I’m sure your ex-girlfriend wasn’t faultless. Anyway, you saved my life, so I’d put you on my team any day.”

Gabi laughed, the sound was hollow even to her own ears. “Thanks, I guess.” She fiddled with the paper label on the beer bottle. “She, uh . . .” Gabi cleared her throat. “I’d texted her, because she’d gone to the store, and we didn’t have any milk and I just wanted to make sure that she got some milk.” A stabbing pain ricocheted through her, anchoring her to that moment, a window of time she never felt like she would be able to leave. “She left her phone on the coffee table, and it lit up, and I just glanced over at it, but she’d changed my name in the phone. It just said, ‘Pandora’s Box.’”

She remembered confronting her ex about it. Still hopeful even during one of the worst moments of her life. Yeah, Gabs, it says Pandora's Box, you know, that thing you open and then it's just, fucking disaster after disaster. Sound familiar?

Chloe’s face was measured, and Gabi felt bad that each time they got together she ended up trauma dumping on her. Jesus, she really was a mess. “I’m sorry, that’s—I didn’t come here too bitch and complain—”

“Gabi, oh my god.” Chloe reached over with her good side and covered Gabi’s hand with her own. It was a little larger than Gabi expected, seeing it up close, but soft and warm, her nails well-manicured where Gabi’s were bitten down to anxious nubs and bleeding all the time. “Didn’t I tell you she was in your rearview now? I didn’t know you back then, I only know you now. It’s okay.” She smiled, a little bigger, genuine. “I like you plenty the way you are.”

If she had been one more beer in she might have started tearing up, but even as her eyes remained dry on the inside she felt soupy and warm and soothed. It would only last as long as the evening, but it had been a while since she felt anything close to this. She clinged to it. She clinged to the slide of Chloe’s hand off her own. She clinged to the freckle perfectly dotted under the jut of her jaw. 

“Thanks for dinner,” Chloe said, rising to her feet.

The buzzing under her skin made her restless, nervous, so she turned to her regular source of comfort, to the knowledge that she could leave, she could always leave, she could always disappear, if things imploded again. 

And so she clung to that, too.

[z-and-the-space-child]

thinkin about how ava's mom was adamant that she be an musician/dancer/artist 'cause she was good at it for the "wrong reasons" and tried to remove her from her passion of math when she kept seeing it in other places. and we think "oh isn't that strange and cruel ava's mom is so weird" then you reverse the roles and think about kids who are forced to go to tutoring to be good at academics.and it's a pretty blatant statement. it's just been in my head a lot. also, the fact that ava's quite a bit like her mom. how her mom lets her play the song she hates. how the only reason ava agrees to play is because her mother doubts her abilities to do the thing she hates and how nobody listened to her theories. she proves to her mother she can do it. she could always do it, no thanks to her. and caspar is nothing like his mothers and how he was "always bitter" and how he told maggie that baby-caspar would love her so, so much despite her shortcomings and how his son didn't leave him a note when he left. and how his moms argued in a public area for "neutral ground" and he's spent at least one of his breaks arguing with his wife at the dmv, alone, monotonously. and how caspar had a lot of collateral damage from the homophobia and it was hard and stressful for him, and he tells his wife his kid is just gonna have to "learn to live in the real world" and he knows he's wrong

[sidhewrites]

Here's the first of many ghost writeups I plan to put between a few chapters in the story, featuring the DMV ghosts, Rosella and Jeremiah Jr.

Project Info

All Graveyard Lesbian Ghost Files

The Kramer Twins aka the DMV Ghosts

Rosella and Jeremiah Kramer

1912-1918

As the placard in the Sutton Municipal Offices will tell you, a church once stood on that very spot 100 years ago. Jeremiah Kramer, a Sutton native, was a fire-and-brimstone preacher who looked down upon anyone who failed to meet his impossibly high standards. In 1912, his wife Margery gave birth to their first and only surviving children, twins Rosella and Jeremiah Jr. At the time, Sutton was plateauing from its population boom in the latter half of the 19th century, meaning multiple children called the town their home for the twins to befriend.

However, the children were two of the many tragic deaths that came from the Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918. When the first few cases broke out, Jeremiah isolated his family in their home connected to the church, refusing to let them leave. He took on all outside duties, including buying groceries. However, his children still contracted the illness and passed away, leaving Jeremiah and Margery to live the rest of their long lives, later dying in the 1960s.

The twins' spirits remained active on the church grounds, dutifully attending services every Sunday. Individuals would report feeling a presence next to them when they came to pray alone, as well as seeing figures out of the corner of their eye and hearing children laughing at odd hours.

The church was torn down in the 1940s due to structural instability, and the grounds were built up into Sutton's new city hall, which later became the all-purpose Municipal Offices, including the Sutton DMV, which is where the spirits are most active. 

People have reported hearing laughter and feeling a mischievous presence occasionally, but the most noteworthy encounters are all similar. Someone either lies, cuts in line, or otherwise behaves poorly and ends up being scratched or feeling an impending sense of doom that follows them until they leave the building. It is suspected this comes from the Kramer twins, who loved and obeyed their father to the end.

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barbie the dmv receptionist

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barbie the exotic dancer

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[lyricalmoonlite]

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[take0fftheblues]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutuals and follower. 🫶🏾💞

I've answered this a few times already, so this will be a random 5 things, not the first 5 that come to mind:

Happy babies

Playful puppies

Art. Especially art created by Black visual artists, musicians, writers, dancers, photographers, etc. 🖤

My mom's cooking

Visiting the DMV area (D.C., MD, VA)

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Spotlight - Shopaholic & King Richard Tripp-DMV Senior Hand Dancers, DJ ...

[aliceinkekeland]

Working on some edits to drop this week. Catch me charming some “snakes”

[asianartsblog]

Now Available Online!

Rhythm & Grace: Dancing through India

Indian Classical Dance Performances & Panel Discussion

Get a glimpse into the regional classical dance styles that have journeyed from ancient native towns and temples of India to new lands, stood the test of time, and surmounted the challenges of displacement. Enjoy performances by DMV's leading dance groups: Kathak by Lasya Dance Academy, Kuchipudi by Kuchipudi Dance Academy, Mohiniattam by Radha Dutta’s Kalalyam, Odissi by Mayur, and Bharatanatyam by Jayamangala. Explore questions about intergenerational transmission and the maintenance and development of cultural heritage with panelists Anila Kumari (Kuchipudi dancer), Mishka Mukherji (Odissi Dancer), Aishwarya Subramanian (Bharatanatyam Dancer) and Shaalini Desai (Kathak dancer). Moderated by Shruthi Mukund. Curated by dancer, choreographer, singer Shobha Subramanian, Jayamangala.

This event was co-produced by the Asian Arts & Culture Center and Jayamangala on November 12, 2022. It was held at the Motor House, Baltimore.

VIEW: https://xunyinxu.wixsite.com/rhythmandgrace

Major support was provided by the Maryland State Arts Council.

Photos by Siva Sottallu Photography.

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[nityarawal]

12/1/2023

Hit The Mark

Morning Songs

Hit The Mark

Don't Play Darts

Hit The Mark

The Common Marine

Name

Hit The Mark

Like In Bali

There's Only 

5 Names

When In Doubt

Wayan Works

In England

USA

Canada Marines

The Same

Hit The Mark

A Murderer From Court

Mark Ritchie

Terrorized Me

Mark Milton Beat

My Face

Mr. Mister

You Think You're A

Big A Lister

I'm Turning You In

I Need My Kids

I Need My Refunds

I'm Starving

Hungry Worried Thin

You Gonna Let

The Jewish Attys

Shoot Themselves

In The Foot

Bomb Another City

To Hide Pedophile

Revelry

Too Ashamed 

To Admit

Gluttony

Bean Counter

Rivalry

Murder For A Disney

Hungarians At Nike

Sony

Stole Our Boys

Nam

Tech Geniuses

By Spin Dr's

Fashionistas

101 Dalmatians

Skin Hangers

Texas Harlots

Pimping Hugh Heffner

Brand

Whose Fantasy Is

That Anyways

Saw A Plate That

Said

J And Suzie-Q

Was That Jaima

Our Space X Manager

Infertile

After Only One Blessed

Son

With Sunil

As Susie Q 

Suing Sunil

Was It Josh Radnor

The Man Encinitas

Wanted To "F"

Into A Felon With

Us

Triangulating Elon

Solar Fantasies

Wedding Parties

At Jonathan Budds

Kamala Devis's

Did You See Me

At A Wedding 

At The End

Did I Catch Your

Eye

Only Monogamous

Mother There

Devoted

Glowing Next To

Pole Dancers

Crimes

Disney Princess Envy

Might Be Worse

Than Rockets Lair

Disney Princess Envy

You're Never Gonna

Own An AI Doll

Disney Princess Envy

Return All Rewind

Data

Disney Princess Envy

Apple

Google

Verizon

T-Mobile

HP

Lexus

Toyota

Triple A

DMV

BBVA PNC AI 

Kidnappings

You Raped #FreeBritney

And Millions

Kidnapped

With Mark Daughtery

Disney Princess Envy

We Don't Want Your

Over Stimulating Wars

Slumlordings

Disney Princess Envy

For Porn

If You Love The Middle

East So Much

X

Stop Killing Our

Maidens

Mermaids

Daughters

Of Eternity

I Got Them 

We Got Them 

She's Got Them 

In The Embrace

Eternal Love

If You Don't Want

To Be Triangulated

Dear

Just Say Hands

Off

I Belong To Eternal

Love

Just Say Hands Off

I Belong

To #Nitya4Eternity

Merci

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal 

[kaestralblades]

Anyone else have memories of listening to Super Bass with the guy down the street that was obsessed with her and showed you videos of her giving lapdances to teenagers (which now you realize probably shouldn't have been happening), and you kinda were dependent on him as a friend, but couldn't come out to him as gay because he kept saying if a guy came onto him he'd beat them up? Then when you were sleeping over at his house, you found Grindr on his phone (you both were 15) and thought nothing of it? And he used to take you on trips with his family to like, the DMV, or to random places just to spend time with you? And one time he bought you two matching best friend bracelets then when you got back home your parents weren't home and so he kept trying to get you to "cuddle" with him in your bed and you didn't pick up on the hints? And you didn't realize until you were both 20 and you checked his Facebook page and learned he'd come out as bi and is engaged to a guy? But you tried reaching out to him and he wouldn't accept you because you'd transitioned since then?

Anyways, the fourth dancer in the video is trans genre

[maxxmesii]

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Visiting our Fairfax dance studio is like visiting a universe created by dancers for dancers. Our best dance studio in the DMV area, outfitted with cutting-edge equipment and acoustics, is more than simply a place to work; it's an extension of your dreams. The open layout, carefully crafted lighting, and superior sound system all contribute to an atmosphere that inspires and stimulates creativity.

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