#is it a laura lee dress??
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novelconcepts · 9 months ago
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Okay, but—how does the hunt evolve? How does it get more barbaric than it begins? Because the first hunt, with Natalie, has everyone on equal ground. Everyone is dressed for warmth, everyone has shoes on, it’s very “this could happen to any of us”. It’s fair, if such a thing exists in the wild.
But the opening scene of the pilot? Pit Girl? She’s in a flimsy dress. She’s barefoot. She’s not designed for a sprint to get water, much less for her life. So, how does it escalate? How fucking bad must it get, for the hunters to be dressed in furs and masks, and the prey to be so unprepared for the elements? That doesn’t feel like a move they’d make unless things got so much worse than we’ve seen.
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fadeintoyou1993 · 5 months ago
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nobody look at me my autism creatures came back from war
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gablehood · 2 years ago
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Adult Lottie in her jewel tone kaftans and lavish robes every episode of s2 like
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newestcool · 7 months ago
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Alexander McQueen f/w 1999 rtw Creative Director Alexander McQueen Models Laura Morgan & Frankie Ryder  Newest Cool
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solar-settings · 1 year ago
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pattern, garous abdolmalekian // lottie and laura lee, yellowjackets
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azurecoffin · 4 months ago
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found out that one of Boom Boom's old codenames was boomer I knew they used to hate each other and they are menaces to each other
boom boom is just tired of the joke
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p-perkeys · 5 months ago
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Jono who?
“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it’s just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Well good luck, babe
You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling”
Femme Laura and Masc Jubilee is 🔥🔥🔥 okay just shhhh it’s okay
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jilyandbambi · 1 year ago
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yall are gonna annoy me to death with your weird Catholic Laura Lee fixation.
Listen. As a New Jersey Catholic(TM) raised around other NJ Catholics, quite a few of them WAAAAY more pious than myself, Laura Lee is not our tribe. She never so much as makes the sign of the cross for fuck's sake. BUT
You know who is Catholic?
Mari.
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elizabeth-mitchells · 4 months ago
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oh i'm going to start crying now
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sheliesshattered · 2 years ago
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your favorite Yellowjackets character: who you want to be
your sweetheart’s favorite Yellowjackets character: who you actually are
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irlpretear · 9 months ago
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100 trans/genderqueer musicians
Bands
Against Me! (rock, folk punk) (x)
The Oozes (punk) (x)
The Hirs Collective (metal, grindcore) (x)
GEL (hardcore punk) (x)
Urn (hardcore punk) (x)
The Black Dresses (noise pop, hardcore hyperpop) (x)
Party Ghost (rock) (x)
Lagrimas (hardcore punk, scream punk) (x)
Doll Skin (rock) (x)
Dazey and the Scouts (rock, indie) (x)
G.L.O.S.S. (hardcore punk) (x)
Dog Park Dissidents (punk rock) (x)
She/Her/hers (rock) (x)
Deli Girls (hardcore electronic) (x)
Dream Nails (punk rock) (x)
Sarah and the Safe Word (rock, dark cabaret) (x)
Pinkie Promise (punk rock) (x)
B. Fraser (emo) (x)
Newgrounds Death Rugby (emo) (x)
Scowl (hardcore punk) (x)
Feminazgul (black metal) (x)
Sports Bra (dream pop, light rock) (x)
Club Sofa (indie pop) (x)
The Cost ov Living (grindcore, harsh noise) (x)
Kuromy (punk) (x)
The Sonder Bombs (indie, pop) (x)
Lidocaine (rock) (x)
I'm letting unseen forces take the wheel (cybergrind) (x)
Gum Disease (punk) (x)
Cam Girl (rock, trash rock) (x)
Gully Boys (grunge pop) (x)
Arcadia Grey (sparkle punk) (x)
Schmekel (folk punk) (x)
Destructo Disk (punk rock) (x)
User Unauthorized (hardcore punk) (x)
The Spook School (indie pop) (x)
Pinkshift (emo) (x)
Glass Beach (emo) (x)
Butch Baby (light rock) (x)
VIAL (indie punk) (x)
Sister Wife Sex Strike (folk punk) (x)
homewrecker. (metal, hardcore punk) (x)
Mega Mango (indie rock) (x)
Keep For Cheap (prarie rock) (x)
Steam Powered Giraffe (cabaret, steampunk) (x)
Thotcrime (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)
Whirlybird (indie pop) (x)
Kampsport (hardcore punk) (x)
Um Jennifer? (alt-rock, punk) (x)
Scarlet Demore (alt-rock) (x)
HappyHappy (folk, folk-punk) (x)
Queen Zee (punk) (x)
Grumpy Plum (slop pop) (x)
Cheap Perfume (punk) (x)
Pollyanna (power-pop, rock) (x)
Ballista (metalcore) (x)
Faetooth (fairy doom, metal) (x)
Lacerated (death metal) (x)
Fortuna Malvada (hardcore punk) (x)
Peach Rings (bedroom power-pop) (x)
Solo Artists
Laura Jane Grace (rock, folk punk) (x)
Left at London (pop) (x)
ZAND (pop, ugly pop) (x)
Ada Rook (hardcore electronic) (x)
Ms. White (pop) (x)
Rett Madison (indie, folk) (x)
Murder Person for Hire (folk) (x)
Backxwash (rap, industrial hip hop) (x)
LustSickPuppy (electronic, rap) (x)
Babylungs (electronic, rap) (x)
Human Kitten (folk punk) (x)
Harley Poe (folk punk) (x)
Ewy (emo, folk punk) (x)
Averstaskta (instrumental) (x)
Andie Schoen (indie) (x)
Elliot Lee (dark pop, electronic rock) (x)
Urias (hip hop, ballroom) (x)
Twink Obliterator* (cybergrind) (x)
Rio Romeo (cabaret punk, indie) (x)
Knife Girl (art pop, indie) (x)
Alexander James Adams (folk) (x)
Starmaxx (pop) (x)
Sofya Wang (pop, alt-R&B) (x)
Boy Jr (indie/alt pop) (x)
Medusa (revenge pop, hip-hop) (x)
Mal Blum (singer-songwriter, folk) (x)
Gina Young (riot grrrl) (x)
Petra Fiyd (indie pop) (x)
awfultune (bedroom pop) (x)
Quinn Hills (alternative pop) (x)
Femtanyl (electronic) (x)
Vivivivivi (electronic, glitchcore) (x)
Lilac Boy (glitchcore) (x)
Rosie Tucker (indie rock) (x)
Ryan Cassata (singer-songwriter) (x)
Pain Chain (noise, synth) (x)
In Love With A Ghost (electronic, lo-fi) (x)
Alice Longyu Gao (hyperpop) (x)
Prophetic Nightmares (ambient synthwave) (x)
Saint Wellesley (indie folk) (x)
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kings-paintbrush · 28 days ago
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You’re right
i'm so sure lottie is canonically in love with laura lee I JUST CAN'T DENY IT
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fadeintoyou1993 · 7 days ago
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everyday of my life i think about this there are days i dont even eatbecause this image is sustenance enough
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rcmclachlan · 3 months ago
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RC, PLEASE share more BuckTommy headcanons with us, everything you’ve said about them so far has been glorious.
Headcanon 1:
After Buck calls Tommy about touring Harbor and they agree on a date and time, he starts researching. Every free second he has between calls is spent watching videos that walk through what all the switches and gauges on a helicopter control panel do. On his days off, he reads pages and pages of posts on r/flying. There are no less than eight biographies about pilots on his kitchen counter dressed in the colorful fringe of all his page markers at any given moment. He devours Chickenhawk in one evening, then falls down a Wikipedia rabbit hole that starts with the article on the Bell UH-1 Iroquois and spits him out when he finishes reading about a municipality in Baku, Azerbaijan called Bibiheybət just as the sun starts peeking through the windows.
The night before he's supposed to meet Tommy, he takes a practice PPL exam for shits and giggles. He doesn't pass, of course, but he scores better than he expected to, and he can't wait to tell Tommy. He can't wait to wow him with everything he's learned.
Of course, it's all for nothing, because Eddie swoops in and steals Tommy right out from under him before Buck can even ask Tommy about his thoughts on the FAA Reauthorization Act of 2024.
Once they make their relationship official, Tommy does make good on his promise to take Buck up, and it's so fun to watch Tommy navigate the skies like the helicopter is an extension of his body, like he's barely wowed anymore by the fact he can fly, and he even lets Buck handle the cyclic for a couple of minutes.
They're hovering almost 6,000 feet above city limits, watching the sun set in a sweet comfortable silence, when Buck's almost had his fill of looking at the clean lines of Tommy's profile, he says, "Someday, when I get certified, I'm going to do a Screwdriver Down in a MD-500."
Once Tommy has wrestled the bird out of its sudden 400-foot free fall and back into an even hover, he grips the cyclic until his knuckles bleed white and says, teeth clenched, "Evan, unless you want tomorrow's top headline to be 'Two LAFD Firefighters Die In Massive West Hollywood Helicopter Crash,' I'm begging you to keep the dirty talk to yourself until we're back on the ground."
Headcanon 2:
Tommy has seen a UFO. He's actually seen, like, four. The third time, he'd been flying over the San Gabriel Mountains when something popped up on his radar out of literally nowhere and clipped his tail rotor, sending both him and the craft crashing into the woods. 
He doesn't remember anything that happened after that. He woke up in a windowless hospital room where someone in full military dress blues shook his hand and congratulated him on becoming the first ambassador to outer space. Then he made Tommy sign approximately eight million SF-312s and consent to be called upon "if the time should ever come." 
This is why he can't watch sci-fi movies with a straight face.
Headcanon 3:
Back in 1996, Tommy's buddies Jamal Kluger and Mitch Henney finally convinced him to go to one of the weekly school dances, mostly because Jamal was determined to slow dance with Amanda O'Shaughnessy and he needed moral support. Tommy didn't hate dances per se. Were there a hundred other things he'd rather be doing? Yes. He had a backlog of Car and Driver that really needed seeing to, but Jamal was practically his brother and Tommy would do a lot worse than dispassionately swaying with a few of his classmates to Mariah Carey in the name of best-friendship.
He'd been in the middle of trying to get Jamal's attention—not that he was ever going to notice, because he was finally dancing with Amanda and everyone else in the gym had probably ceased to exist—with his hands hovering a respectful quarter inch off Laura Lee Moore's hips, who said she'd specifically requested Dreaming of You, when the slow turning they'd been doing put him at the perfect vantage point to see Brett Bennett, pitcher for the East Woodbridge Falcons, dancing with Vanessa Wilson.
Brett was wearing a really nice button-up shirt and Tommy's gaze kept snagging on the way his arms filled out the sleeves, and he couldn't help but wonder if Vanessa could feel the calluses on Brett's hands through her miniskirt. They were probably rough and kept snagging the fabric. Vanessa could probably feel the pull of them, like velcro trying to pry apart. He watched Brett lean down to say something to her and couldn't help but think Brett wouldn't have to strain his neck so much to talk if he were dancing with Tommy. They were almost of a height; Tommy would barely have to tilt his head down. Selena crooned I just want to hold you close, but so far, all I have are dreams of you, and Tommy's heart pounded so loud he was almost certain Laura Lee could hear it over the music. When the song ended, he awkwardly backed away from her and thanked her for the dance, his gaze on Brett and Vanessa, who were still pressed close even though the Quad City DJs were enthusiastically telling people to ride a train. According to his cousin Denise, who was a grade below him and also in attendance that night, Laura Lee spent the rest of the night crying in the bathroom because Tommy couldn't take his eyes off Vanessa.
Almost thirty years later, he and Evan are hanging on the couch, half-watching an episode of Taskmaster and reminiscing about their first crushes—"Really, Evan, your teacher?"—and when Tommy tells him about wishing he'd danced to Dreaming of You with Brett Bennett, Buck presses a sweet kiss to Tommy's arm and says, "Stop making me want to time travel so I can fight an eleven-year old."
Tommy laughs and says, "It was more wanting to slow dance with a cute boy in front of everyone than Brett himself. You have nothing to be jealous about. When we were in the eighth grade, he crushed up a bunch of Altoids and snorted them through a hollowed-out pen during social studies. I've never heard anyone scream like that in my entire life. They had an ambulance come for him and he never came back to school after that."
"Sounds like a real winner," Evan teases, tongue between his teeth. "You really know how to pick 'em."
"Yeah, it's a gift," Tommy deadpans, and then wrestles Evan, who's cackling like a hyena, into the couch cushions. 
Months later, Howie and Maddie throw a big party—which Howie's been calling Reception Redux in the OG 118 group chat—in Tommy's backyard, and he's in the middle of an unspoken chicken wing eating contest with Eddie—who's winning, and Tommy has no idea how he's putting them away so fast—when the music changes from some pop song he doesn't know to a familiar tinkle of piano chords. Howie strong-arms the mic away from the DJ and announces with a big grin that the song was requested by someone who wanted to "quote-unquote: dance with a cute boy in front of everyone."
Tommy almost chokes on the wing in his mouth, and he barely wipes the barbeque sauce off his fingers in time before Evan comes over, takes his hand, and pulls him onto the little dance floor they'd put down that morning in the flattest part of the yard. 
His heart pounds as Evan drapes his arms over Tommy's shoulders like it's the easiest thing in the world, pressing close until it feels like their bodies are merging everywhere they touch, and then starts to sway. Tommy slowly lets his hands settle on Evan's hips, firm and sure. He doesn't even consider doing the hover thing. 
As Selena sings about wishing on stars, Tommy closes his eyes and tucks his temple against Evan's, and for a moment they're in the East Westbridge Junior High School gym, which smells like sweat and cherry Lip Smackers and body odor, and across the room Jamal and Mitch both give him an enthusiastic thumbs up—and Mitch then does something obscene with his hands that has Jamal smacking him upside the head—because Tommy's dancing with the boy of his dreams in front of everyone while his stack of Car and Driver magazines sit unread and curling from the humidity. 
"If Brett Whatshisname shows up, I won't be responsible for my actions," Evan says warmly, voice soft against the curve of his ear. "Literally. I already cleared it with Athena."
I'll be dreaming with you tonight endlessly, the song promises, and Tommy opens his eyes in the present. He takes a deep breath, borrows the energy of Selena's vow, and pulls back just far enough to whisper against the corner of Evan's mouth, "Marry me."
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meazalykov · 16 days ago
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dance moms
laura freigang x dancer!reader
summary: after moving back to germany, to escape the chaos you've suffered in the states, you meet a photographer (who happens to be a footballer as well.)
a/n: if you don't know what the american reality show "dance moms" is, I'd do some basic research in order to understand the first part of this fic <3
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growing up at the ALDC felt like being in a pressure cooker. 
you were only two years old when your mom, isla, moved the both of you from germany to pennsylvania in the united states. 
she put you in dance classes as soon as she could. at first, it was exciting—you loved the way your body could express emotions through movement. you loved gaining flexibility and having a routine. you loved performing and getting to put on pretty costumes. but that changed the moment dance moms came into the picture.
at just eleven years old, you were pulled into the chaotic world of reality TV. cameras followed your every move, every mistake. 
abby lee miller’s constant critiques weighed you down, her screaming echoing in your head long after rehearsals ended. she changed since the cameras started filming her. 
“you’ll never be good enough if you don’t push harder, y/n!” she’d shout during practice, her words biting deep into your skin like needles.
there were moments where you had solos. those were the dances you loved the most. you always scored very well and got on top of the pyramid whenever maddie wasn’t. 
sometime during season four, there was a significant moment that didn’t leave your mind for a while. 
you stood in the wings at a competition in san diego, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath after your solo. the adrenaline rushed through your veins, but it was dulled by the sinking feeling in your stomach. 
you’d stumbled on one of your turns—something that wasn’t like you at all. but it was there, clear as day, right in front of the judges and the audience. and now, you were about to face abby.
as soon as they announced the results, you knew it wasn’t going to be good. 
second place. you’d lost to maddie. again. but what made it worse was that you weren’t just up against anyone—this was a week where you were up against the candy apples. abby’s biggest rivals. 
this meant that her mood was already sour, and you knew this was going to tip her over the edge.
the second you stepped into the dressing rooms, abby’s gaze was already locked on you, her face a storm of frustration and anger. 
she didn’t even wait for everyone to sit down before coming at you.
“second place?” abby barked, her voice sharp as a whip. “second place, y/n? you know that’s not acceptable. not here!” 
you flinched but kept your head down, your heart racing. you wanted to explain—to say that the stumble was a mistake, something you couldn’t control—but you knew it wouldn’t matter. not to abby.
“what happened out there?” she demanded, sitting down in her chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. 
“you stumbled on a turn, y/n. a turn! something you should be perfect at by now.”
you swallowed hard, your throat dry. “i know, abby. i’m sorry. i—i just—”
“sorry isn’t good enough,” abby cut you off, her voice dripping with disappointment. “you don’t get to be sorry when you’re given this great opportunity! maddie would’ve never done that and her first place showed that!” 
the mention of maddie stung more than anything. it always felt like you were in her shadow, no matter how hard you worked. no matter how much you tried to prove yourself. 
abby’s golden girl could do no wrong, and you were left picking up the pieces when you didn’t measure up.
“you’re better than that,” abby continued, pacing back and forth in front of you. 
“you’re one of my best dancers, but today? you danced like an amateur. you embarrassed me, y/n. you embarrassed this entire team.”
her words hit you like a slap, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. you didn’t want to cry—not in front of abby, not in front of the other girls—but it was hard to hold it in.
“abby, i’m—”
“don’t say you’re sorry again,” she snapped, her voice rising. 
“i don’t want to hear it. i want you to do better. no more mistakes, no more excuses. if you want to be a star, you need to act like one. and today, you didn’t.”
you stood there, frozen, trying to keep your emotions in check as abby continued to berate you. 
it felt like the weight of the world was crushing you, and all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you whole.
finally, after what felt like an eternity, abby huffed and shook her head. “go. i don’t want to look at you right now.”
with those final words, you turned and walked away to get ready for the group dance, your body feeling heavier with every step. 
backstage before the group, you caught maddie’s eye, and she gave you a small, sympathetic smile. but it didn’t make you feel any better. nothing could right now.
you wanted to scream, to cry, to ask your mom why she let you stay in this mess, why she let abby tear you down like this. 
your mom stood by you and seemed like your biggest supporter. but as the years passed and you became a fixture on the show, you started to wonder why she allowed it. 
why she let abby break you down, week after week. 
“mom, why do we keep doing this?” you asked one evening after a particularly brutal competition weekend. 
“why do you let her treat me like this?” 
“it’s for your future, y/n,” isla had said, eyes clouded with hope—or maybe guilt. 
“you’re going to be a star.”
but that wasn’t how you felt. you didn’t want to be a star anymore. 
after six seasons on dance moms, you were burnt out. drained. you’d lost your passion for dance, the thing that once gave you joy now filled with dread. 
when you turned sixteen, you’d had enough. 
“i can’t do this anymore,” you told your mom one night after another exhausting filming day. “i want out.”
isla had hesitated, but eventually, the both of you left the show. the cameras stopped rolling, but the damage had already been done. 
the chaos, the constant pressure to be perfect—it stripped you of any love you had for dancing. you couldn’t even look at a dance studio without feeling a knot form in your stomach. 
you grew distant from your mom too. it was hard to understand why she had put you through it. 
“why didn’t you just protect me?” you’d whispered one evening, tears filling your eyes. but isla didn’t have an answer that made sense.
by the time you turned 19 in 2019, you were desperate for a fresh start. you packed your things and moved back to frankfurt germany, your birthplace. 
germany felt different—calmer, quieter. your mother didn’t come back with you which relieved you.
it was exactly what you needed. 
over the next few years, you dove into therapy, trying to unpack the trauma of your childhood. it was slow, difficult work, but through it, you discovered a few other hobbies like photography, and ceramics. you went to university too.
and then, suddenly, almost unexpectedly, dance found its way back to you. 
therapy helped you see it differently—no longer as something tied to pain, but as something that had once been yours. something beautiful. 
by 2022, you were back in the studio, dancing again, feeling lighter than you had in years.
you built your own studio in a nice neighborhood in frankfurt. you weren’t a dance instructor now, maybe someday, but you used the space to practice or hire (emotionally available) dance instructors to help you.
one afternoon, while you were in the middle of a lyrical practice, your friend macy and her sister, sara, showed up at your studio.
the three of you had become close since you moved back to germany. 
macy went to your university before you both graduated. she had nice tan skin and long raven colored hair. 
her older sister sara is a footballer who plays for frankfurt frauen. sara was like an older sister to you, while macy was your confidant. 
“y/n, you’ve gotta hear this,” macy said, leaning against the doorframe with a grin.
you wiped sweat from your forehead, raising an eyebrow. “what now?”
“sara’s photographer friend wants to take pictures of you, specifically, for her portfolio, she’s been keeping up with your instagram content!” macy explained. sara nodded in agreement.
“you know, someone who can capture those insane moves of yours,” sara chimed in with a laugh.
you hesitated for a moment, but to your own surprise, you agreed. “okay, sure. why not?”
both macy and sara looked shocked. 
“wow, that was easier than i thought it would be,” macy said, her eyes wide.
“yeah, thought we’d have to convince you a little more,” sara added with a chuckle.
two days later, you found yourself at a field location, waiting for the photographer. 
the sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the area, when you saw her—laura freigang. 
she was taller than you expected, with an easy smile and a camera slung over her shoulder. you couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and you made a mental note to ask sara about her later.
“you must be y/n, i’m laura” laura said, walking up to you.
“that’s me,” you replied, feeling a little flustered as her eyes met yours. 
the shoot started, and laura was immediately in her element, capturing your movements with film. she had a way of making you feel comfortable, encouraging you to move naturally. 
“that’s perfect, just like that,” she’d say, her voice soft but confident. the tone of her voice made you feel a certain type of way as well.
you danced freely, twirling and leaping in the open field, and every now and then, you’d catch her smiling at you from behind the camera. 
there was one moment where laura calls you out for something, 
“where are you from in america?” laura asked. 
this was during a water break after shooting yourself doing high kicks and pirouettes.
“i was born here, but i lived in pennsylvania after i turned two. for a while i lived in california but that was until 3 years ago, when i moved back here.” you swallowed, thinking about the distant memories of your childhood. 
“pennsylvania! i went to penn state for a while!” laura says, surprised. 
“that is so cool!”
afterwards, there was definitely some flirting going on—small comments, lingering looks. after the shoot wrapped up, laura lowered her camera, looking at you with a playful glint in her eyes. 
“you know, this was fun. thank you for doing this for me. we should do it again sometime… maybe over dinner?”
you blinked, caught off guard but quickly recovering. 
“are you asking me out on a date, laura freigang?”
she smirked. “i guess i am.”
you smiled. “okay, i’m in.”
two days later, you were sitting across from her at a cozy restaurant, the low hum of conversation filling the air. 
the two of you clicked instantly, talking about everything from the shoot to your different interests. halfway through the meal, you said something which confuses laura. 
“do you have other hobbies beside photography? you seem like a pretty busy woman.” you smirk. 
“i’m sorry?” laura’s eyebrows raise. 
your eyes widen, afraid that you said something that is offensive.
“wait i’m sorry– its just sara tells me that you’re a photographer so i wondered if you do other things. do you go to another uni here after you left penn state or if you do modeling or–” you pause as laura giggles. 
“i’m flattered that you think i am a model– but i play for frankfurt and the german national team with sara...”
your eyes widened in surprise. how did sara not tell you this? she just made it seem like laura was just a photographer in frankfurt.
“wait, seriously? you’re a footballer and a photographer?”
laura grinned. “yeah. i like to keep busy.”
you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling more flustered than you’d like to admit. 
“that’s... really impressive,” you said, feeling a little shy under her gaze.
as time passed, you started going to laura’s games, cheering her on from the stands. 
your bond deepened with every date, every conversation, until one day, laura asked you to be her girlfriend inside of her living room.
the soft glow of the floor lamp laura has casting a warm light over her space. you sat on her couch, legs curled under you, a half-empty cup of tea resting on the table in front of you. 
you’d spent the evening like this, just talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company. but now, a comfortable silence had settled between you, the kind that felt intimate without needing to be filled.
laura sat beside you, her arm resting along the back of the couch. you could feel the warmth of her presence next to you, and every so often, your hands would brush when one of you reached for something or shifted in your seat. 
each touch sent a small spark of electricity through you, a reminder of the feelings you’d been harboring for her since that photoshoot months ago.
“you’ve been quiet for a bit,” you finally said, glancing over at her, noticing the way her jaw clenched slightly, like she was trying to find the right words.
she looked at you, her eyes soft but searching. “yeah, i’ve just… been thinking,” she said quietly, her voice low and a little hesitant.
“thinking?” you asked, your heartbeat quickening just a little. you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on behind those light colored eyes of hers. “about what?”
she took a deep breath, turning her body slightly toward you. the air in the room shifted, something heavier settling between the two of you. “about you,” she said, her voice steady now, like she had finally made up her mind about what she wanted to say.
your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your chest tighten. "me?" you asked softly, not sure where this was going, but the intensity in laura's gaze was undeniable.
“yeah, you,” she repeated, her eyes not leaving yours. 
“we’ve spent a lot of time together these past few months, nearly everyday, and i’ve really gotten to know you. i didn’t expect to feel this way when i first met you at that shoot, but,” she trailed off, her hand moving to gently take yours, her thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “i can’t stop thinking about you.”
your heart raced as she spoke, her words settling in the space between you like a confession you’d been secretly waiting for but never expected to hear. 
“laura…” you started, but the words caught in your throat, your emotions tangled up in the moment.
“i know this might be a lot,” she said, her grip on your hand tightening just slightly, “but i really like you, y/n. i don’t want to keep dancing around it anymore.” she paused, her eyes softening as she looked at you, her vulnerability laid bare. 
you both giggled at her pun before she spoke, 
“can i be your girlfriend?”
“what wait?” you were surprised. 
“will you be my girlfriend!?”
for a moment, you couldn’t speak. your mind raced with thoughts of every moment you’d shared, the way she made you feel without even trying, the way her presence made the world seem quieter, more bearable. 
you’d known this was going to happen someday, but hearing her say it out loud made it all feel more real than you’d imagined.
“yes,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. but the word hung in the air like a promise, and the smile that broke across laura’s face made your heart feel like it might burst. “yes, i’d love to.”
her smile widened, and she leaned in, her forehead resting against yours for a moment, the closeness of her sending a shiver down your spine. 
"yay," she murmured softly, her breath warm against your skin.
your fingers intertwined with hers, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to let go of the fears, the doubts, the baggage from your past. 
in that moment, it was just you and laura, your hearts laid bare, and the quiet understanding that something beautiful was beginning between the two of you.
you chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to look at laura fully. “how about i cook for you? tomorrow night?” you suggested, your eyes sparkling with excitement. 
"i’m pretty good in the kitchen."
laura raised an eyebrow, smirking. "oh really? a dancer, a university graduate, and a chef? you're just full of surprises."
you grinned, leaning in closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “you’ll have to find out for yourself.” 
and as she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, you couldn’t help but feel like this was exactly where you were meant to be.
it didn’t take long for fan pages to catch on. suddenly, everyone was talking about how one of their favorite childhood dancers was now dating a german footballer. 
fans were floored and happy for you-- but to you, it was surreal in the best way. 
as you sat next to laura after one of her games, her hand wrapped around yours, you couldn’t help but think that despite everything—despite the chaos of your past—you’d finally found happiness. 
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a/n: wrote this two months ago but i wasn’t sure if i liked the writing and the concept😭 ill still post it anyways
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nataliesscatorccio · 2 years ago
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walking back into the room shaking my fist in the air AND ANOTHER THING but think about the trinkets lottie finds in the death dream plane, specifically laura lee's necklace! lottie wishes she had this piece of laura lee to hold on to the way shauna has jackie's heart necklace. what lottie needs in order to lay laura lee to rest is a talisman to carry with her, what the others need (through nat) is to be saved by her. jackie saves them. pit girl will save them. lottie mourns the friend she lost, nat mourns the hope for survival that died with her. when the plane took off there was a moment when they all really believed they were going to make it. and then hope burns and dies in them right alongside laura lee. the moose mirrors this bright hope to sudden loss, right down to the whole group running to see its marvel and working together in a way they rarely do (most chores seem to be solitary, drawn by card) to create a path/pull the moose free. in the end laura lee physically pushes lottie out of the death dream saving her, but we know that the spirits of the forest don't seem to give anything without taking, too. a trade for physically pulling nat down beneath the icy water, almost killing her?
have we considered yet that the white moose is laura lee? stay with me for a second. lottie and nat part ways to go on the same journey. maybe they encounter the same specter on the way, shown to each girl in the form she will be most receptive to. when nat put jackie's bones to rest the moose first revealed itself to her. what does a ghost want more than to be acknowledged, and then laid to rest? when she sees it next, it's frozen in the middle of the lake. not unreasonably far from where laura lee would have burned. nat screams and cries after the sinking moose corpse: "no! we need it!" and they do. they can make sense of jackie's vain death because ultimately it saved their lives. laura lee was trying to save them, but her death was completely in vain. it brought them no closer to survival. if they could have her back, if they could eat her to stay alive, her death might mean something too.
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