#man n a woman? yeah sorry thats gay now dude.

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Redraw of a sketch from a sketch page I made a whiiiiile ago. :)

Bonus below!

my favorite thing is when certified aroacehog becomes the gayest animal in mobius when it comes to shade and only that guy

[thosesouthparkimagines]

For You, Anything. (Cartman!Reader x Kyle)

(Y/N) Cartman. My full name. Sibling to the well known as an idiot, Eric Cartman. We were twins, I was born 10 minutes earlier, much to his dismay,and he always made my life a living hell for it. He did not think it was fair to him that he was younger, but that was the way it was. 

“(Y/NNNNNN). Come on. We’re gonna be lateeeee” my brother groans, his annoying voice slipping out as he whines. “Come onnnnn.” 

“Relax Eric, I’ll come when I come” I say, irritated. 

“Haha. Thats what she-”

“Finish that statement and I’ll punch your teeth in” . He goes silent. I’m the only one he’d listen to because he knows I won’t put up with his bullshit. 

“Finally. Jesus woman, you take forever to get ready” Eric says, sighing in relief when I finally come downstairs ready to go.

“Yeah, yeah. Lets just go before we miss the bus.” 

This was the first year I was attending school with Eric. When we were younger, we did not get along, so I went to live with our father. He got sick of me and sent me back to live with my mom and Eric, telling me to never contact him again, and then I was forced to finish my senior year of high school in a new city, with new people, with my twin brother, who I have learned, has the reputation of an asshole. 

We arrive down at the bus stop, where we  are met with four other boys our age. One  with black hair wearing a red and blue hat, one blonde haired kid, hiding most of his face in a parka, and the last one, a red haired boy, wearing a green hat. 

“Hey Cartman.” The one in the blue hat says, referring to my brother, but pauses when he sees me next to him. “Um. Who’s this” 

“Yeah she’s hot. I’d like to get a piece of that” the orange parka boy says. 

“I’m (Y/N) Car-” I’m cut off. 

“Her name is (Y/N). She just moved here. We’re neighbors.” He gives me a death glare which immediately tells me to shut my mouth. 

“Uh, Hi” I notice the guy in the green hat still hasn’t said anything to me. He just stares. It’s really creepy. 

“Fatass. What did you do to this poor girl?” Green hat guy asks, looking at me in concern. “She seemed scared out of her wits.” Oh I wasn’t scared. Eric wanted to pretend I wasn’t his sister, fine, but I’m going to play this to the best of my abilities. 

“He didn’t do anything to me” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes, and the green hatted kid’s face goes bright red. “I never did catch your name. I don’t think its fair you know mine, but I don’t know yours” 

“Uh, K-Kyle”  he is  a red, stuttering mess. But his name fits him. I don’t exactly know how it fits so well, but just by looking at his face, it matches. The green eyes, freckles littered around the bridge of his nose like stars at twilight. It’s soothing. We both get caught up in our staring we forget about the other three boys standing next to us, carrying on with their own conversation, or the fact that the school bus pulled up and was waiting for us to board. It seemed as if we were in our own little world. 

“Hey!”. It’s Eric’s screaming that breaks us out of our trance, both looking away with red cheeks that didn’t come from the freezing Colorado air. “Let’s gooooo” he whines, for the countless time this morning. 

“Jesus, fatass, okay we’ll get on” Kyle says, irritation easily changing his entire attitude.  He looks towards me and notions for me to get on the bus before him, after the other three had boarded and taken their seats. The entire bus ride was boring, just Kyle and Eric going back and forth between each other, insults making their way in every other word. I sat next to the boy with the blue hat that introduced himself as Stan, and behind the parka wearing boy named Kenny, who remained turned around in his seat no matter how many times he got yelled at. 

The bus ride to the small high school was short, too short for my liking. Talking with Stan and Kenny was a lot of fun, and I didn’t want to end it. But as quickly as our friendship had come, the conversations had come to an end.  

“Hey, (Y/N)! What class do you have first?” Stan asks, as we exit the bus and stand at the entrance of South Park High. It reminded me of the school back home, with the obvious cliques seen just by gazing around the campus, and the judgemental looks I felt by anyone who walked by. 

“Um, English, with um Mr.Garrison?” 

“Oh shit dude” Kenny speaks “You’re with me!”. He slings his arm across my shoulders and flashes me a bright smile.

“Woah, Kenny, you got Garrison?” Cartman asks, bursting out laughing. “Oh man that’s great”

“What’s so bad about Garrison?” I ask, shrugging off Kenny’s arm, blind to the glare Kyle sent towards the parka wearing boy. 

“Oh man what isn’t wrong with him? He was our fourth grade teacher and  underwent like 4 sex changes, went from being gay, to lesbian, to straight, back to gay, and then became president and tried to build a wall between us and Mexico. He insane” Stan says, making elaborate hand gestures to show effect. 

“He seems crazy, you guys must have had a rough childhood from that. I’m sorry”. All three boys laugh at that. 

“You have no idea how rough our childhood was” Kyle chuckles. The second he finishes laughing, the bell rings, sending us in our separate ways in promise to meet up for lunch. I follow Kenny towards the classroom, eager to see the man that seemed so bad. Upon entering the room, Mr.Garrison is standing in front of several rows of desks, a chalkboard behind. Could they not afford computers and screens? The old school I attended had them. Mr.Garrison was an older man, half balding with grey hair as the little he had. Some sort of puppet was on his left hand. Great, he seemed as crazy as the guys made him out to be. 

“Oh. You must be the new girl.” Mr.Garrison says, and I nod, and walk up to him. 

“Could you not mention my last name please? I’m trying to avoid people knowing” I say quietly to him, and he looks at his roster and his eyes widen. 

“(Y/N) Cartman? You’re related to that little asshole?” He says loudly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear, just the person standing behind me. 

“You’re related to Cartman?” I hear Kenny’s muffled, but shock filled question. I turn around and cover his mouth, or where I think his mouth is. 

“You can’t tell anyone! You have to promise me!” I say quickly, and Kenny chuckles. 

“Oh man, Kyle has a thing for you and you’re related to that fatass. Good luck”. He turns towards the rows of desks and sits down, patting the seat next to him, motioning for me to sit. I take the desk next to him, and next to another kid. He seems to be wearing a letterman jacket, with brown hair. Just by the way he was sitting, it was easy to see that he was cocky. The second I sat down in my seat beside Kenny, he turns his entire body away from the blonde girl he was talking with. 

“I haven’t seen you around here. Are you new?” He asks “I’m Clyde, Clyde Donivian” he says, extending a hand out towards me.

“(Y/N).” I give him a smile. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he says, flashing a smile, when Kenny interrupts. 

“Back off Donivan. Kyle’s called dibs” Kenny chuckles, and in return Clyde pouts, going back to flirting with the girl in the opposite side of him. I turn towards Kenny. 

“What do you mean that Kyle called dibs? I’m not something that you can just, claim” I say, before turning and facing forward as the bell rings. Kenny attempts to get my attention throughout the rest of class but I chose to ignore him, still a bit upset. 

Soon enough lunch comes, and I make my way towards the cafeteria, after stopping and asking for directions a few times. Entering the loud, crowded cafeteria, instantly notoicing the orange parka and green hat, she makes a beeline towards the only group she really knows. She makes it about halfway when she’s whipped away by a blue hooded man, towards another table. 

“What? Hey!” She says, attempting to getr out of this strangers grasp. Being this close to him, she began to notice a few things. His black hair stuck out in small parts of his hood, and he had extremely blue eyes. He leads me towards a table. I recognize the brown haired boy from class, Clyde, but there was also two other boys seated there. 

“Craig-ack! You can’t just-just drag her here!” the blonde haired boy says, his words stuttered. 

“Yeah! You should have asked her!” he turns to me. “I uh, I’m sorry about Craig here. I’m Token. These are my friends, Tweek-” he points to the blonde one, “Craig” he points to the one still holding onto me, who in return flips them off, “and Clyde”. 

“Uh, hi? Why am I over here?” I ask, turning towards the boys at the table 

“Well, you’re hot, we’re hot, you should be with us” Clyde speaks up, attempting to wink. 

“Yeah- uh, no. I’ll be going back now” I say, attempting to leave, but Craig, still silent, grabs hold of my arm. 

“Sit” his voice finally speaks. Not wanting to go against him, I sit on the empty side of the table, as far as I could from the boys, which becomes futile as Craig sits right beside me. 

“So, (Y/N). What brings you to south park?” Token asks

“I decided to move back with my mom who lives here” is all I say, not really wanting to talk to the guys who quite literally kidnapped me. 

“Ack- you’re-you’re from here?” Tweek says, to which I give a nod. 

“(Y/N)!” I hear a voice and my head whips around, and I see Kenny storming towards me. He grabs hold of my arm and takes me from the table, much to their irritation. “Why are you with these assholes? You’re supposed to be with us!” he says, beginning to drag me back towards their table. 

Stan seemed to be interested into the black haired girl sitting at the table, while Kyle and Eric were arguing over something. The second I arrived back at their table, they go silent,. Kyle sends me a smile as I sit, which I return. 

“Where the hell were you (Y/N)? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago!” Eric complains “Not like you care, but Craig and his crew apparently had something important to say to me”

“You were with Craig's crew! Stay away from them! They’re not good influences!” I roll my eyes

“It wasn’t like I wanted to go over there” 

“Whatever. Give me my cheezy poofs-” Eric mumbles, before I throw the bag of the chips at him. 

“Fatass- stop harassing the new girl! Bring your own cheey poofs” Kyle says 

“Well our mom packed them for me but then she put them in (Y/N)’s bag instead of mine.” Kyle freezes 

“Wait- are you- related to fatass” Kyle asks, looking towards me. 

“I-uh, yeah. He’s my twin” I admit. Instantly Kyle is up out of his seat and making his way into the hall. 

I look towards Stan, since they seem to be the closest, but he shrugs, as if not knowing what to say. 

The rest of the day goes without a hitch. I finish my classes and make my way home, choosing to walk rather than ride the bus. Kyle refused to look me in the eye the rest of the day, which really hurt. 

Once I arrive home, I head straight up to my room, not stopping to listen to Eric calling our mother all the names he could for the mix up at lunch. Shutting and locking the door behind me, I sigh, pulling out my headphones and starting my homework. I had a lot to catch up on, especially since I came in the middle of the school year, but It was easy, especially because I had already learned most of it from my other school. 

A solid and hard knock on my window is what jolts me from my focus. I whip my head around to see the familiar green hat outside my window. Instantly I go and open it, allowing him to crawl in and sprawl on my bedroom floor. A few puffs of his red hair stuck out of his hat as he went to catch his breath. 

“What-what are you doing here?” I ask, sitting back on my bed. Last I checked, he was angry at me for being related to Eric. It’s not like I could change that. 

“I-I wanted to apologize” he says, sitting up after catching his breath. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad. I just, couldn’t believe you’re related to the fatass” 

“Our parents separated when we were young. Our father took me away with him. He soon sent me back here” I say. “I hardly know Eric.” 

“You both are so different. You’re so amazing. You’re smart, kind, pretty-” he pauses, his cheeks going bright red. “I-I didn’t mean that. No- I’m mean, you are pretty, I just didn’t mean to say it- no I did mean to say it agh!” he says, before falling silent. 

“Kyle-” 

“Damnit! I have feelings for you and the fact that you’re related to that asshole-”

“Kyle” 

‘You’re so much different than he is and I really like you, and I-”

“Damnit Kyle just shut up!” I shout, which finally gets his attention. “I like you too okay? Now stop being such a baby about this” I say

“Wait-you-you feel the same?” he asks, to which I nod.

“I thought it was obvious-” I can’t finish my sentence before he throws himself onto me, kissing me. I’ve read somewhere that the first kiss feels like fireworks, but this seem to feel better. 

He doesnt stop, even when we both need air, he pulls back and goes right back into kissing me, shifting until he’s hovering over me on my bed. When he finally pulls away, we’re both panting, red in the cheeks. 

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” Kyle asks, before lying next to me. 

“That depends, if you’re willing to put up with Eric”

“For you? Anything”

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Man, god, im just suddenly thinking about "ak/ur/oku" and like.. How the fuck did that even become such a huge thing in early 2000s fandom? Dear god so much early gay shipping in fandom was super unhealthy "sinful" bullshit made by straight people for fetishy purposes rather than genuine representation. But a/kurok/u was such a weird one because it was like.. Just globally accepted and never aknowledged to be problematic?? Man i still remember how lil 13 year old me didnt know there was anything wrong with it, like seriously when stuff like this becomes popularized it ends up sending bad messages to actual queer youth. Learning about your sexuality via the internet cos there's no sex ed irl for you, abd you end up stumbling into toxic fandoms before you have the critical thinking skills necessary to know that this stuff is bad and shouldnt be imitated. Like seriously one of the things i worry about EVERY NIGHT AT 2AM THAT KEEPS ME FROM SLEEPING is that stupid lil 15 year old me made a post on deviantart going like "are pedophiles really all bad? I mean it sounds like an illness. I mean maybe theyre just scared and they want help." Like im terrified constantly that someone will find that old thing and judge me as if i still believe that apologist crap, or as if it was actually an opinion i formed from a fully developed mind, rather than from a kid who (as far as i knew) had never met a pedophile, thinking about pedophiles in the abstract, while being influenced by fuckin pedophile-dominated fandoms and having NO IDEA. and of cooooourse i wanted to believe that i was mature for my age, i thought that was a compliment.. Uuuuugh...

Sorry, going a little offtopic there.

But anyway isnt it kinda weird how akur/oku was just.. Not even regarded as pedophilia? And when i was a kid it wasnt just me not understanding the gross parts of the fandom, i legit never thought axel was that much older than roxas. And it was one of the more popular gay ships cos at that point as far as we knew it was the only person axel had any sort of backstory with, and he cared so much about this guy that he was willing to sacrifice his life to help sora even when he knew roxas would never come back. At the time without further context it seemed like a reasonable assumption to make? And it wasnt until Days that i realized axel was intended to be an adult rather than a teenager, and even worse A LOT OF PEOPLE WHO MADE THAT SHIPPING ART KNEW THAT. Uuugh it was so gross in retrospect to go back and see all the clues i missed that these people were fetishizing roxas's inexperience and veey much writing him as underage. AAAAAAA!

Anyway im glad that shit is now recognized as shit and now we have canon evidence of this dude being old as balls. And honestly i love the relationship of him as a big brother/dad to roxas and xion a lot more, even though as a kid i was desperate for any kind of queer representation in kh. Like.. I never really actually liked the ship that much or felt any chemistry? I just latched onto a few bad writing flubs that could potentially be interpreted as Gay Evidence because i was SO damn desperate! Like i felt like i had to support all these gross abusive ships in fandom cos if i wasnt then i was being 'homophobic', i mean they were THE ONLY AVAILABLE OPTIONS, right? :( Its only now ive grown up i can see how wrong that was, and how people just used it as an excuse to make gross shit and get away with it. Like how in Black Butler all these 'yaoi fangirls' kept erasing the rarest of rare things, a canon trans woman, because 'its sexier if its gay'. Ughhhh. And seriously that discourse still exists for poor Grell, and there's still a lot of these shitty bigoted people pretending to be allies, but like seriously this was EVERYWHERE in 2005! And lgbt rights and even lgbt communities at all were way smaller and less available to the poor teenagers who really needed that positive influence while they were figuring out who they are. So man the abusive side of yaoi fandom was WAY more powerful, and wya more.mainstream, with barely any criticism. And the whole content of this fandom was creepy fuckin adults making pedo porn, and kids who just discovered they were queer and tried to headcanon their favourote characters as being like them. Fucking predator heaven! So yeh that ruined KH for me and definately made me scared of returning to Black Butler for almost a decade. And then i found out that the manga itself has none of that pedo shit and that one of the fandom's biggest abusive gay man archetypes was actually a trans woman this entire time, and just gahhhhh....

Also like seriously this is a tad offtopic but can we kill the anime trope of either everyone looking young or everyone looking old? Or creepy things where just one character looks the wrong age in order to fetishize pedophilia? I dont think kingdom hearts was one of those intentional ones, like i mean there's super bad shit where its like 'this 5 year old looking person is really 9000 years old/actually 18 and just hasnt had their growth spurt yet' (somehow its even more insulting when theres not even a magical excuse) Or the other way around and we have a character thats canonically underage but drawn looking sexually mature with big ol knockers so its somehow okay. The existence of those horrible things is why i end up feeling uncomfortable even seeing ambiguous ages as just a trope in completely innocent anime, yknow? Like in pokemon and digimon all the 10 year old protagonists are exactly the same height as all the adults, and all the female love interests for ash have to be early bloomers in terms of chest and hips, while notably Iris is the only one who actually looks her age and also the first non love interest. Its another reason why i prefer the new art style for the latest season, they make everyone look like kids and Lillie continues to look like a kid even though she's the main girl and has all the cute scenes with Ash. The girls even got very normal looking kiddy swimsuits in the beach episode! Why is that so uncommon, to find the bare minimum thing of underage kids not being sexualized at the beach??

Soooooo yeah, thats at least part of why kid me thought axel and roxas were within a similar age range. Like i thought roxas was maybe 16 and axel was 18?? Somehow?? I dont even know, kingdom hearts isnt even SUPER bad with the 'kids look like older teens,all adults look like age 20 at the most' anime syndrome. Its probably more because id been raised on games and anime that followed that trope, before i played kh. And as a kid you just dont really know the exact differences between 'old', like i mean i knew teenagers were tall and boys get a growth spurt, so somehow it made sense to me that axel could be the same age as roxas?? And man even if i knew he wasnt, i was barely educated at all about pedophilia and i didnt know the nuances of it. I just knew 'its bad for adults to marry kids' like man i was really behind the curve in general learning due to my undiagnosed autism and abusive parenting so like HERE'S 12 YEAR OLD ME NOT EVEN THINKING ABOUT THE SEX ASPECT. And i didnt know that adults in relationships with teenagers was bad too, or like 16/17 year old teens dating kids... I was so fuckin dumb... I really cant believe that not only did i believe stupid adults saying 'pedophilia isnt bad if you're non offending, its okay to make cartoon child porn as long as you dont physically abuse real kids' but also i somehow just DID NOT EVER REALIZE that axel was an adult and roxas wasnt even a goddamn older teen...

So yeh im making a lot of excuses for why my stupid younger self was blindly parroting bullshit, but im not trying to excuse how goddamn wrong and bad it was. I still wake up ashamed in the middle of the night for crapoy decisions i made as a dumb kid, and in terrified that some shreds of it might still exist out there on the internet and maybe someone else could read it?! Gahhhh! Seriously could i have accidentally helped spread that bullshit brainwashing to other kids? And seriously when people say this shit is harmless they just need to look at this, look at how being into problematic yaoi is such a common 'phase' for ACTUAL CHILDREN. Like its not fuckin NATURAL for kids to fall into this stuff, they do it because they dont know any better but the people making the goddamn founding blocks of the fandom are fuckin grown women fetishizing gay men or grown men fetishing lesbians. There's people who do know better who actually conciously decide that a/kurok/u is a good ship while knowing all the goddamn details of what it actually is and exactly what theyre supporting by shipping it. Ughhhhh!

So yeh fuckin Please Stay Safe In Fandom, Kids

And pedophiles have absolutely none of my sympathy, please ignore that goddamn shit i wrote as a little kid being fuckin groomed by a fandom without even knowing it.

This also applies a lot to the rest of LGBT+ aside from just gay shipping, like seriously it took me til age 18 to find any positive representation of trans people or even a proper explanation of what being trans is, yet before i was even 8 years old i'd seen a million 'lol gross man in a dress who gets sexual gratification from wearing women's underwear' jokes in kids shows. And when i was 12 i'd already been exposed to the fuckin hell of m/pre/g thanks to its prevelance of untagged n/sf/w shit in the kh fandom. And by age 15 i'd been exposed to pedophile apologists arguing whether child porn was okay if they only got off to that and didnt personally abuse that kid with their own hands. All of that shit but actually learning about homosexuality and gender in sex ed would have been 'too much' for someone my age...

God what a fuckin mess. Fuck im really really fuckin worried that any of my ignorant comments at those ages could have been read by other ignorant kids and contributed to that disgusting fandom atmosphere. Fuck i think about this so damn often im so damn ashamed of how ignorant i used to be yet i know the adult fuckfaces making pedo shit never reel one lick of shame any damn day of their life. I used to excuse their shit as an actual kid cos i just ASSUMED they would be ashamed and want to seek help! Gahhhh..

[artificialqueens]

Straight Outta Azusa (Biadore) - Duhlano

Important!

I changed my name from Red to Duhlano, so please remember! Enjoy this oneshot!

A/N - It’s Raining Men is stuck in my head and I really liked the movie ‘Straight Outta Compton’, so this is inspired by that great movie! P.S Tupac- Starin through my rearview is used in this fic!

T/W - Swearing, Use of drugs, Use of alcohol, Violence.

Davis - Naomi Smalls

Danny - Adore Delano

Christopher - Bob the Drag Queen

Jason - Violet Chachki

Shane - Courtney Act

Roy - Bianca Del Rio

It was mid 80’s. Danny wanted to be a rising star.

His imagination took him anywhere when he wrote lyrics and spit real shit.

He guessed thats why he was so accepted to the culture where rap originated. He was gay, and others didn’t seem to bother. Of course there were a few bumps now and then. Like when his friend Shane wanted to take him to a blind date. Never going to happen.

Danny was a 26 year old man that worked in a studio, answering calls and not-so secretly observing the guests on the local radio.

Because of where Danny lived, people were scared. Danny had been involved in a long of gang activities, even shootouts. He liked to drink, not too much, and had gotten high a few times in his life. But music was his passion.

He dropped out school when he was 14 years old. He didn’t need education if the fire for music was what kept him living. Danny’s writing for music were considered quite offensive and a 'fuck you’ to the corrupted government they were living in.

Danny didn’t like to consider their 'group’ as, well a 'group’ but he got a couple of cool bitches who could sing. There was Jason, Christopher, Davis and Shane. The weirdest mixed-racial kind of group you can get. They didn’t care about race or the division American’s were forced to believe, they loved music and the opposing of the government.

Danny sat on the back of Davis’ car, a pen in his hand, paper in the other and a joint in his mouth. Christopher was calling someone. Christopher wasn’t really a singer, but they liked to consider him as a 'manager’. That guy was working his ass off to get them some gigs.

Davis and Shane were standing beside the 7/11 behind Christopher and Danny, talking and nodding there heads when they turned to walk towards the pair. Jason was busy working that night so it was just the 4.

“Hey Danny, how you holding up?” Davis asked, leaning on the car. Danny lifted his head and looked to his notebook.

“We don’t need your dictatorship, this beginning to look like World War III shit." Danny spoke, whilst shaking his head, crossing that idea immediately.

Shane smirked looking over at Danny’s papers. "Not so good I’m assuming, Davis.” Davis chuckled, brushing over his red Vauxhall car, his pride and treasure.

Danny flicked the bright joint over at Shane, missing him. “I’d like to see you come up with something better."

"I do.” Shane leaned forward to Danny. With that, Danny pushed himself the fuck back away.

“Go on then, prick.”

“A new member."

"Piss off.” Danny held his hand up in front of his face and chuckled quietly. Shane pushed his hand down with a quick slap, to which Danny looked at the darkening midnight blue sky, littered with stars. Inspiration please come to me, Danny thought.

Shane knew Danny was pushing away his ideas but Shane was certain this would work out. Danny just had to listen for once.

“Listen, this could work out. This dude is smart, Danny, really smart."

"What does that got to do with music, Mr. Aussie phd, doctor, biologist idiot.” Danny mimicked Shane as Shane pulled out a card, flicking it at Danny.

“The fact he is one of the biggest musicians and producers in Asuza, Mr. American Know-It-All.” The card lay on Danny’s lap, staring him in the eye.

Danny stood up and put the card in his pocket, walking towards the 7/11 to get a drink. When Danny entered the brightly lit shop, with one flickering on the far right, and a middle-aged Mexican man standing smoking at the till.

Roy Haylock

Music Producer & Musician

340 San Gabriel Drive, CA, 91723, USA

Roy Haylock? Huh. How come Danny didn’t know of him. Danny put the card back in his pocket and grabbed a Coke, going towards the till.

After paying, Danny heard a car swerving and pulling up towards Davis’ car. Danny cursed to himself as he seen Christopher squaring up to the 3 other unknown men. Davis and Shane backed Christopher up, Danny had to step in.

Danny walked confidently and quickly towards the groups growling at each other.

“Hey, hey, hey what’s going on here?” Danny stood in between them, holding a hand up which glared yellow from the street lights.

The older looking one stepped up. “Your boy here,” The man pointed at Shane “And that Dardo boy, was beating my cousin over here.” The man’s finger moved to the slightly cocky boy standing beside him.

Danny rolled his eyes. Looking at Shane. You fucking idiot, Danny mouthed to Shane.

“Ok, well man, I apologise in behalf of my friends, can we just leave it that?” Danny turned to the pair, standing, clearly unimpressed.

“No we can’t, fist and fist, faggot.” The older man’s hand tensed up, as Danny spun around laughing at the name he was called.

“You’re really funny yknow I think-” Danny cut himself off with a upper-hand right hook to the mans face, sending him straight to the ground. Christopher and Shane bounced on the other man standing who was about to swing for Danny. Davis ran to the car, starting it up.

“Get in, now!” Davis shouted as the other 3 that were punching the pair, sprinted in the car and speeding away.

“Shit.” Danny breathed out, leaning back.

“Yeah shit.” Christopher sighed.

-

340 San Gabriel Drive.

Danny stood outside a beautiful looking music studio in Downtown. Shane, Davis and Jason stood beside Danny as they stared at the oak door.

“Let’s do this then.” Jason sighed as they walked in together.

The wood and nature effect gave Danny an impression of comfort but the urban and rewarding vinyls gave it a modern effect. Nice. There was a small desk with an equally small assistant, working away.

Shane coughed quietly, bringing the old assistant out of her peace.

“Oh sorry there boys! How can I help you all today?"She smiled, standing up. She was so precious.

"We’re here to see Roy. Roy Haylock?” Davis asked, scratching his neck awkwardly as the woman’s face lit up.

“Ah! Roy. Right this way boys!” They followed the giddy old woman towards a small room as Shane and Danny giggled about the cute woman.

The assistant left, leaving the 3 to the small door. They all shrugged in unison.

Danny leaned forwards, knocking the door. Seconds later, the door was answered. Danny was shocked. He immediately locked on Roy and due to the lack of oxygen and the increase of creepy staring, Danny knocked himself from thoughts. He was speechless at the nicely dressed Roy in front of him.

“Hey guys! - Shane!” Roy walked towards Shane, hugging him tightly. Well thats every chance Danny had with Roy. God dammit. “Davis!” Roy turned around to hug him too as Jason and Danny stood awkwardly.

Roy detached himself from the boys and looked at Jason and held out his hand.

“Sorry 'bout that, I’m Roy, nice to meet you.” Roy shook his hand, smiling cooly.

He turned to Danny but stopped, looking him up and down. Danny bit his lip as he held his hand out. “I’m Danny, and that is Jason.” Roy shook his hand, looking a little shocked. Hm. “It’s really nice to meet you Danny.” Roy smiled shyly but then composed himself. “Come in, come in!”

The 4 walked in, Shane and Davis sitting on the little sofa, along with Jason jumping on them, whilst Danny sat on a little chair, laughing at his friends.

Danny didn’t acknowledge the glances Roy would steal whilst they all small talked, and Roy didn’t know the glances Danny would steal. It was a little intense.

“So, You are allowed to use this studio 3 times a week for 3 hours, and I guess I’ll be joining you. Start making ideas for albums, gigs, shit like that. Sound good?” Davis and Jason high fived whilst Davis gasped, looking at Danny who had the biggest cheesiest grin ever.

Danny didn’t know why but he ran over to hug Roy, who was taken aback.

“We’re going to make it boys!” Davis shouted, whilst Jason ran over to hug Danny and Roy.

“Let’s party!” Shane screamed, jumping into the air.

-

It was 11.43pm in Danny’s small apartment. They were all drunk, and Christopher joined too. Roy and Danny were in the kitchen, opening the fress pizza they had just ordered.

“So Danny, why do you do music?” Roy leaned against the cold marble breakfast bar.

Danny turned to a huge dimple smiled Roy. He immediately melted. Danny didn’t know that in a space of 13 hours, he would fall in love. He felt connected, and almost drawn to Roy. Not to mention, Danny was heavily attracted to the man. He couldn’t help but admire him.

“Honestly? It’s the only thing I’m good at.” Danny answered, smiling briefly.

Roy leaned closer to Danny.

“I don’t think I believe that.”

“It’s true, I pride in my music only, it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.”

Roy smiled.

“Would you love anything else?"

"Who knows."

-

A few months later, Danny and Roy met up for a coffee. It was a peaceful, warm day and the sun seemed to seep through the tinted windows of the shop.

"My treat, what do you want?” Roy asked as they sat down in a cute little booth, smiling widely.

“Just a sandwich and coke please.” Danny answered, pink tinting his cheeks slightly. Roy noticed and smiled.

“Do you think we’ll need a couple of weeks and the album will be finished?”

Danny nodded, to that Roy and stood up walking to the counter to order.

Just then a tall figure stood in front of Danny. Looking down on him like a piece of shit.

“New boy?” The figure asked as Danny stood up, biting his lip.

“No James, It’s not. You can leave me alone.” Danny looked up at him, raising his brow.

James laughed quietly as he leaned towards Danny. With that, Danny moved back.

“C'mon Danny, please.”

“No! You cheated on me, I don’t want to see you.” Danny held his hand in front of his face.

“I said I was sorry.” James sighed, looking down. Fuck him, Danny thought.

James was probably Danny’s first boyfriend. This happened a year ago and when Danny found out he was cheating, he dumped him. No way was Danny gonna let ANYONE treat him like shit. Thats why Danny thought he liked Roy, because he treats him nice, like a human.

Danny was interrupted by his thoughts when he started to worry when he felt a pair of hands around his waist and immediately relaxed and let go of the breath he didn’t realising he was holding in.

“Everything okay babe?” Roy took his left hand, tracing Danny’s shoulder with it. Danny caught on to what Roy was doing, but couldn’t help imagine if it was real, it was giving Danny goosebumps the way Roy touched him.

“Y-Yes, everything’s good. This man here was just leaving.” Danny turned around to Roy smiling, silently thanking him for saving him from killing his damn self.

Danny gasped when he felt a pair of lips kiss his neck briefly. He was speechless, Roy’s lips felt amazing against his skin and couldn’t help his face shade into a bright red.

“Thats good, our foods coming.” Roy detached himself from Danny which almost made Danny empty but nonetheless, James walked away with an angry expression and both sat down.

“Thank you so so much Roy, honestly you saved me.” Danny spoke as soon as James was out of sight, sighing.

Roy smirked. “Not a problem, Who was that anyway?”

“This guy I used to date, total douche.” Danny waved it off, taking in what happened 30 seconds prior. Reminding him, Danny was surprised how Roy moved his hands across his body.

“Do you do that professionally? Save young gay men from big scary monsters?” Danny laughed loudly as Roy joined.

Roy shook his head. “Just a gay man saving another gay man."

Danny bit his lip. Roy was gay. So cross that idea of being straight off the list of reasons why Roy would not date Danny.

"Nice.” Danny giggled whilst standing up grabbing their meal.

-

One year later

“Are you ready for this California?” Shane screamed shouted down the microphone, staring back to 4,000 people standing, screaming back yes.

Davis was jogging circles around the stage, getting hyped up to the beat. Looking over at Christopher from the side of the stage, giving him a thumbs up.

Jason was up at the front row,high fiving fans who were screaming and jumping at the beat that was building up. The hall they were in was full to brim, even then, there was people outside, desperately trying to listen.

Roy was up at the deck where a close friend Matt was playing the record as Roy started to sway his hips dancing, closing his eyes, taking in every bit of his life as he good.

As for Danny, he was staring at Roy being every bit of Roy he was being. Silly, funny and someone Danny was in love with. Danny pulled his gaze from Roy to the thousands of people there to listen to Danny’s lyrics, Danny’s voice. He was truly and forever grateful for everything he had. He was finally a star, finally important in music industry, rapping about the government, feelings and being high. Real, deep, meaningful music. There was just something missing.

Danny took a deep breath as he started.

“They got me starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can’t hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it’s time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly”

-

Roy breathed out backstage, leaning on a railing 3 hours after they started the concert.

Danny got up behind him, picking him up.

“That was fucking badass!” Danny shouted, sweating buckets.

Roy laughed loudly, dropping down, hugging Danny briefly.

“That was great Danny, you’ve fucking made it!” Roy shoved Danny lightly as his face lit up, jumping up and down.

“They’ve got a party outside with a bunch of fans, wanna come?” Danny asked, putting a hand on his hip.

Roy looked at Danny and how he became attached to Danny, rising up to a star. It was a whirlwind of months and nearly 2 years, but they had all made it.

Roy took a breath in, he had to do it. They had only been on 4 tours but California was their biggest crowd yet and probably best performance.

“I have to do something first.” Roy closed his eyes and leaned in.

Danny and Roy slips connected, smiling into the kiss, Danny pulled Roy closer.

A cheer was heard behind them from some management team and the rest of the group. They stopped and looked behind them, still holding eachother.

“Fucking finally!” Shane threw his hands up in the air, cheering.

Roy and Danny laughed, holding their heads together.

“What took you so long?” Danny whispered, blushing.

Roy chuckled. “I had to build up the courage one day, I’m guessing you like me back.”

“Fuck yes.”

-

They all went outside with a couple of beers, the car playing music loudly in the car park with the street lights illuminating everything.

They were all singing along with the song playing, dancing and bumping into each other.

Roy held Danny’s waist, moving with him.

“We’ve made it Danny.” Roy smiled, looking around him, pecking him quickly.

“I know Roy,” Danny looked at the car jumped on the roof of it, bringing Roy with him. Roy raised his eyebrow as Danny raised his beer bottle.

“WE’VE FUCKING MADE IT!” Danny screamed as Roy hugged him and everyone cheered back.

Davis, Jason and Christopher joined them all on the car hugging each other.

They made it.

[cryptid-cunt]

ALL THE EVENS

2. Whats goin on between you and the last person you kissed?Well last person i kissed was my friend on the cheeks so, shes my work wife

4.is your last name longer that 6 letters?Actually my last name is EXACTLY 6 letters

6.have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?Yup

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?Well we work together and we give cheek kisses when we leave shift so i think atm its like… 42? 42 cheek kisses :p

10. When is the last tine you saw your sister?I dont have a sister. I have a brother! And its been …. Like 2-3 years

12. Where did you sleep last night?My bed

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?Yup

16. Would you ratger it be sunny or rainy?Rainy

18. Are you wearing jeans, sweatpants, or pajama pants?NO PANTS BITCH

20. Does anyone like you?Probobly, probobly not, idfk. I think my current s/o likes me? Maybe?Oh and @ahtemish

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?No, shes straight as a fucking arrow, but im queer af so idc

24. Have you ever considerd getting a tattoo?I have many, many planned and my first will be in nov/dec. Depends on money

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?The sweetest bluenose pit. Grey fur, bug green eyes, and the cutest wagging tail, her owner runs my block with her every 3-5 days so i got to see her on my way back home from work. Her names bielzabubby.

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?Yup, i wanted him to shut the fuck up about asking me on a date so i kissed him and told him that was the first and last thing he’d ever get from me and he left me alone.

30. Do you like texting? I like using my fb messenger, but no nit via my phines actual texting.

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?Yup, i wanted a ceptum a while back but i not want my nips pierced instead

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means alot to you?I mean.. Im not a woman or a man. So.. Idk what my opposite is???? So i have many people who are important to me, men, women, and other*

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?Idk. Probobly complicated and shitty

38. When you say youre sorry do you mean it?80% of the time. The other 20% is me apologizing to customers and my multiple bosses for shit i dont give a fuck about.

40. What made you start liking the person you like now?Which one? I like a few people, if you mean love then thats a whole nother story, i love one person rn and what made me love him is the things we have in common and then a mystery cuz love kinda just… Happend.

42. What is wrong with you right now?Oh. Oh! My dude. My fucking dude!….. ALOT

44. Does anyone disgust you?Alot of celebrities, my father, racists, biggots, oh honey this list is fucking long ok??

46. Are you in a good mood right now?Sure, lets go with that

48. What colour shirt are you wearing?What shirt?

50. Anyone youre giving up on?MyselfIdk probobly

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldnt?YUP

54. Do you care if youre s/o drinks? No not really as long as they arent damaging themselves, like if you wanna drink cool but if youre gonna go off the damn rail imma smack the bottle outchya hand and tell ya to knock it the fuck off

56. Do you like to cuddle?Yes. YeS. YES.

58. Do you get along with girls?I mean, the ones ik yeah? Cis girls, trans girls, questioning girls, anyone who identifyes as a girl/woman i probs get along with as long as youre not a bigoted racist cuntbasket yo

60. What do you carry with you at all times?A small blowtorch

62. Do you think that hou can last in a relationship for over five months?I mean i fuckin hope so?? Its been 11 fucking months with my s/o

64.the person you like kisses you on the forhead, do you find this cute?Bitch GIB TO ME THEM FORHEAD KISSES

66. How old are the last 3 people you kissed?26, 20, and 18

68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leapord print?Neither, theyre both fucking ugly unless theyre on said animals

70. Would you rather listen to luke bryan or lil wayn?Fuuuuuucking neither???

72. Whems the last time you had pizza from pizza hut?I dont remember, @ahtemish when the fuck did we last get dat cheesey stuffed crust??

74. What colour are the walls in your room?Idk like… Beige??

76. Do you watch PLL? Used to, stopped after it bored me

78. What are youre initials?TMH

80. Are you from the south?Nope

82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?Naw me n her havent seen eachother since we were 7

84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?Yes, cheerleading

86. Do you smoke?A variety

88. Is youre phone touchscreen?Yeah

90. Have you ever snuck outta your house?Oh fuck yeah alotta times my dude

92. Have you ever made out in a car?Bitch ive had sex in a cemetary, yes ive fucking made out in a car

94. Are you single or in a relationship?I am currently in a mono relationship

96. Whens the last time you saw fireworks?I cant remember

98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?Yup!

100. Are you friends with people on fb that you actually hate?No i delete the ones i hate

102.name your favourite kesha song:I dont have one, i like her music, especially the new things, but i dont have a favourite

104.would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?No thats a bad fucking idea, for one thoes boots are for working and should always be worn with long pants/jeans to avoid leather chaifing, for two who the fuck exceot for fake ass “country” hoes wear cowboy boots with fuckin shorts! I only wore mine(when i had em) for working on my uncles ranch and my nanas ranch. And so did all the other people i saw w em on.

[artificialqueens]

You Belong To Me Ch.2 (Trixya) - Red

A/N- Thank you all so much for reading again. I"m still getting to grip the terms of writing, I used to write a lot (fanfiction) and I would appreciate feedback! Negative or positive say anything! Thank you again!

T/W- Swearing as per usual

“Last night you were in my room, and now my bedsheets smell like you” Trixie sang at the top of her lungs, whilst scrubbing her silk-like skin in the fresh shower.

Trixie loved to sing, she loved to express her voice and showcase that. There was no denying Trixie was talented but she still had her insecurities of course. Her weight, her face and her social skills. Katya had always convinced her she had beautiful curves and not every girl was stick thin. She had also told her every day she was pretty or cute, usually through a pun or some sort.

There was also no denying Katya was her number one fan, and vise versa. Trixie had a massive crush on her in the past. Trixie was still young, still discovering herself. Katya could probably do better than her, she just wished things had turned out differently, no one could make Trixie happier than Katya. Not even Taylor.

“Every day discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your body” Trixie sang, her strong voice wavering as she washed her hair with Strawberry shampoo. Trixie thought more in depth about her relationship with Taylor. Sure he was nice, and kept her warm. She had almost convinced herself she was straight. That is something that’ll never happen.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when Katya bust in the door wearing her short sweatpants and a cotton vest. Katya headed to the sink, grabbing her toothbrush.

“Katya! Fuck off” Trixie covered her innocence as Katya laughed menacingly. “Not like I havent seen it all before, cunt” Katya managed to get out from all the minty foam in her mouth.

Trixie shook her head and turned her back to her, washing her shoulders. Katya stolen a look at Trixies bare back, but quickly turned away, blushing furiously.

“Taylors coming over,” Trixie spoke after silence. Katya groaned and splashed water in her face. Trixie giggled. “He’s not that bad, Kat, we’re supposed to be going to a drive-in-movie tonight.” Trixie smiled to herself, finally a night off. Katya shook her head. “So I’ll be the lonely widow tonight” Katya washed her hands, looking at her bare face in the mirror. Trixie laughed loudly. “Go out tonight, get yourself a woman.”

Katya rolled her eyes and walked out. She picked out a nice red and black dress, a perfect fit to her petit body and tied her hair up. After 15 minutes, Trixie walked out in pink tartan shorts and top, looking like a body suit. “Looking good, Tracey.” Katya complimented. “You look not so bad yourself.” They both giggled and walked out to get breakfast.

“What movie are you going to see, Trix?” Katya asked as they both walked into the kitchen. “I’m not too sure yet, I’m looking forward to getting shitty snacks from 7/11 that is sure to give me diabetes.” Katya laughed at Trixies joke, pushing her lightly. The 2 cups of coffee sat at the worktop with freshly with Trixies newly bought jeans ironed and folded up. Katya grabbed her coffee a bit too quick and spilled all over Trixies gorgeous pair of jeans. “Shit, Trix i’m sorry!” Katya ran over to the kitchen roll and panicked. Trixie leaned on the counter and giggled. Katya gave Trixie the evil eye and shoved her towards the window where it was painted with raindrops. “Rains beautiful” Trixie stated. Whilst Trixie was staring at her beauty, Katya was staring at her.

-

The doorbell went. Katya rushed to get it after discussing about the show they were watching, Shameless, and talking who they would be. Trixie said she’d more likely to be Fiona Gallagher, caring but also a bit of a slut. Katya said she’d be Frank Gallagher. Enough said.

Katya opened the door with a bright smile but immediately dropped when she seen the deformed fuck face that was Taylor. “Oh, its you. Come in” Katya opened the door and walked in, sitting next to Trixie. Almost protecting her territory. Taylor came in and kissed Trixie. Katya looked at them. Why was that bastard but not her? He was a complete ass. His views were shitty, he said gay people made him feel uncomfortable and that women should be in the kitchen. Katya was almost convinced he voted for Trump. Katyas heart eventually sank when the kiss was held for more than 5 seconds. Katya in no way was self pitying herself, she just felt shitty. Well wouldn’t you if someone you loved for years on end kissed another man. Watching someone she couldn’t have was crushing her, thats why she had always turned on alcohol, but cut down now. Thankfully.

“How’re you Trix?” Taylor asled, leaning back on the leather seat. Katya stared at the TV screen, flicking through channels when she spotted the music channel playing the song Trixie was singing earlier. She smiled to herself whilst Trixie and Taylor made small chat.

“Babe, I can’t make it tonight, I’m sorry.” Taylor apologised. Katya looked over at a disappointed Trixie. “It’s alright, I’ll just work on a new song or something.” she mumbled. That bastard! Katya looked at him, he looked almost guilty.

That boy was too fishy for her liking, he was always up to something.

After 2 hours of them talking and Katya growling, Taylor left, claiming he had to run some errands. Bullshit. Katya had tried to cheer Trixie up afterwards. With her Barbara voice and horrific dancing which resulted in Katya nearly breaking her actual leg trying to death drop.

Katya understood Trixies sadness and let her be. Trixie claimed she wanted to start writing a new song. That is when the big stupid-ass lightbulb appeared at the top of her head.

“Trix, I’ll be 20 minutes, I need to get some groceries, mainly milk. Do you need anything?” Katya peered from Trixies door, seeing Trixie lie on her bed, guiatr on the other side of the bed, and it all covered in paper.

“Don’t think so.” Trixie shook her head. Trixie was about to walk away when she seen the drive-in movie poster and snatched it from the desk quickly and ran to the car.

Drive-In-Movie - Juliette park -

7.30pm-10.00pm - Admission fee $9

Showing - Me Before You

Katya started the car up and headed to the nearest supermarket., stuffing the poster in the cup holder. Katyas short heels clicked as she passed through the bright isles looking at stuff to get. She picked up milk and looked over to her left, looking down at a pair of heels and a pair of coverse. Katya looked up more and seen a younger woman, with big lips and nice eyebrows chatting to a little bit older woman with a big smile and a good sense of fashion. They actually looked in love. Katya smiled at them. The younger one looked at Katya and gasped and ran over to her. Katya was about to oiss her panties because what the fuck.

“Hey! You might not know me but I’m Adore! I’m a friend of Violets! I recognised you!” Adore smiled widely, touching the cling-film wrapped around her red arm.

The older woman chuckled at Adores actions and approached. “Don’t mind this bitch, she just wants to pretend to know a lot of people. I’m Bianca” Bianca held her hand out to shake it, Katya obliged, smiling. “Nice to meet you, I’m Katya if you didn’t hear.” They all giggled. “Whats up with your arm, Adore?” Katya asked curiously.

Adore turned her arm, revealing a beautiful flower with ‘Mia Bella’ under it. “I got it today, stings like a fucker but yea.” She held Biancas hand.

“Why 'my beautiful’?” Katya clicked her heels, looking up. Katya was basically a translator and knew shit. Adores tattoo was quite cheesy but at the same time, adorable.

Bianca held Adores waist. “This little cunt wanted a tattoo to remind herself of me, she wouldnt get the devil on her arm but would get some sappy shit like this.” Adore shoved her, smiling.

“Thats-thats fucking cute!” Katya was snatched. “How long have you been together?”

Bianca answered. “Secretly, a year or something.” Adore nodded.

“Secretly?"

"Well, she is my lecturer after all.”

Katya was really fucking snatched bald.

“I know right?” Bianca laughed. “Scandal waiting to happen.”

Katya shook her head, laughing along. “Your secrets safe with me."

"Hey dude, whats your number? We should all hang out sometime, Violet told me you have a crush thats your roommate, right?” Adore got her phone out, snatching Katyas from her hand filling in the numbers.

Katya stuttered, coughing slightly. “Um, Yeah Trixie. She doesnt know though, she’s taken."

Adore and Bianca looked up at her. Shit.

"Not for any longer, bitch.” Bianca smirked at Katya, then grabbed Adores hand when Adore passed to phone to Katya.

“I’ll text ya later, Katya, bye!” Adore waved.

“Bye Katya.” Bianca smiled and walked with Adore.

Katya waved and sighed happily. They were nice.

Katya smiled at the possibility of nice friends, she was sure Trixie would like them. She proceeded to walk around the supermarket, picking up stuff like bread, milk and tampons. Then she picked up crisps, ready made pizza, chocolate, candy. Making sure everything was pink. Pink lemonade, pink smarties, pink popcorn. Who knew right? Pink popcorn.

Katya made sure everything was perfect, she even got a cute little basket to put stuff in. When everything was paid for, Katya stuffed the basket in the boot and the groceries in the front seat.

Juilette park was only half an hour drive away so she had 1 or 2 to get ready and tell Trixie to get ready. Trixie definitely needed the 2 hours.

When Katya got home she sighed and looked into Trixies room door. Trixie had a pen in her mouth, ink running down her h=chin as she played a few cords.

“Hey bitch,you been sucking off a Smurf?” Katya greeted, laughing slightly.

Trixie gasped as she touched her mouth and ran into the bathroom, looking down at the ink stained fingers and attempted to frantically rub the ink off.

Katya stood and chucked at her friend. What a ditz. “Be ready at 6.50pm please” Katya asked, smiling a little bit. Trixie furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?" Katya tapped her nose and walked out the room leaving an ink stained Trixie confused.

-

6.45pm, Katya was excited. She had redone her makeup, the bold red lipstick complimented her darker eyes. Her dress looked beautiful, hugging her in all the right places. She stepped out with her wallet, keys and phone. Leaning on the breakfast bar, Katya sorted her dress, smoothing it out. Earlier she put the basket in the front seat and reminded herself to stop into a gas station.

Trixie walked out, wearing a beautiful pale pink dress with lace all over. It was beautiful. Her hair curly but loose and her makeup making her look the even more irresistible. Katya muttered under her breathe how gorgeous she looked but Trixie stood there smiling.

"Uh- Um lets go! Yeah lets go to the car” Katya laughed and walked out the apartment, Trixie following after. Katya was smiling herself becoming very excited.

Katya entered the car and let Trixie wonder for a minute what a basket was doing there. “Katya, what is this?” She held the basket in her lap, smiling confused.

“WE’RE GOING TO THE DRIVE-IN MOVIE THINGY CINEMAS BITCH!” Katya jumped up in her car seat, starting the car and blasting the music. Trixie gasped and hugged her.

“Thank you! Thank you Kat!” She beamed, leaving Katya pleased with herself, starting up the car.

“Well lets go then.”