#not that all butches wear belts but the ones i like usually do

[plushefemme]

tell me i'm not the only person in this kink who has a thing for belts…..

i mean, belts and stuffed bellies? when the belly is heavy enough to push on the belt, and when it hangs enough to completely hide the belt buckle?? having to start loosening a belt by several notches because of a steadily increasing waistline….

….unbuckling someone’s belt for them + unbuttoning their pants after a heavy meal and they let out an involuntary groan of relief. good god.

[duskier]

Guys..... guys.... butch Ghost who is your BODYGUARD and you're a pop idol sensation...

She's always wearing tight little black tees that fit her big arms and show off that softness of her belly. Has a fucking gun secured on her belt at all times, and doesn't that idea alone- the idea that she'd kill for you, no hesitation, she's fucking built for it- just dizzying? Paparazzi swarming you, and you lose your footing- there's her big strong arm grabbing you around your waist to keep you upright. Wardrobe malfunction with the front of your blouse, not even a worry as Ghost is pulling you close to her chest like it's a hug while you hurriedly fix the issue. Some drunk asshole making it through regular security because he's convinced he's the one for you- yeah, right. Ghost’s got him knocked on his ass before he even makes it into your line of sight.

She hangs around you more than she's paid to. Stays an hour or two at your hotel room, even when she's got one booked next door.

"Can't hear as well, over there," she says.

She's quiet, gruff, easily angered when you endanger yourself. It happened a lot more when you were a newer idol- all you wanted to do was make your loving fans happy, and no one had warned you of the dark spiral of requests that would come when none were denied. Fucking PR nightmare. It was the whole reason Ghost got assigned to you, best of the best from the military.

Next hotel you stay at on your tour, a mixup happens. Your usual suite was bought out from under you- some princess or something. Of course, due to your tour, somehow all other rooms were bought out.

"Can get a motel down the street, you can take mine." She's already packing her bags like she made the decision for you.

"Didn't you say once that you can't sleep without knowing I'm OK? Why don't we share your room, I'll take the couch."

Ghost bristled, like you'd insulted her. "Wouldn't be you sleeping on the couch, miss."

You misunderstood her, much too easy to do when that skull mask blocks her face. And her pretty freckles. And that perfect pearly scar bisecting her bottom lip-- "Ghost, I didn't mean it like that. I won't take your room and force you to sleep worse."

"Take the bed with me then."

"Best night's sleep of your life, eh?"

You can see her eyebrows knit together, a faint rosy blush peeking over and under the edges of her mask.

"I-I meant like, since you'll definitely know I'm OK all night."

Ghost's posture slumped with a bit of relief. "Right." She pulled your bags off your shoulders, throwing the two of them over one of hers like they weighed nothing. "Lead the way then."

[wearethewinx]

ok i actually wanna do a visual version of this post with photos/sketches but i don't have time right now so i'm gonna start w just pasting what i wrote in discord lol. WINX FASHION (this is very long)

BLOOM: the authoritative, the essential, the indispensable Girl Next Door. Denim, t-shirts, raglan, sweatshirts, coveralls, maybe even some corduroy. signature color is blue, obviously, but liberally employs yellow and small pink accents. also likes earth tones and creams, and gets more into rusts, mustards, oranges, and greens after befriending stella

strongly prefers comfy casual, and very rarely wears skirts unless it's for an Occasion. likes striped tops and decorated jeans. acid-wash prints, beading, embroidery, patches, loves em all. not much for jewelry, except the occasional bracelet, or some simple barrettes

flat shoes 9 times out of 10, and she particularly likes yellow shoes. sneakers, slip-ons, the odd ballet flat, perhaps a simple combat boot in the winter

oh she never wears skinny jeans tho. prefers flares or loose straight cuts

FLORA: cottagecore, mori kei, 00's ruched princess, 70's flower child. mostly pinks and greens, but she'll wear any color that can be found in a garden. never black or white. she also loves deep berry maroon and golden yellow, and occasionally electric blue or a lighter, strawberry red. she also looks really good in lilac and adopts it into her wardrobe more after befriending the winx

she doesn't really do embroidery or embellishment, texture in her outfits comes from gathered/draping fabric. she LOVES a ruched top, especially paired with a ruffled miniskirt. the main points of visual interest to her outfits are usually printed fabrics, and for jewelry she always wears her signature bangles and earrings, but also likes to incorporate matching neckwear

the sunset colors she keeps more contained to her 70's-styled looks. lava-lamp type prints with broad, wavy bands of color, tight bellbottoms and brightly colored boots, or miniskirts and off-the-shoulder tops with massive bell sleeves. those are more 'going out' looks tho

working in her garden is where she pulls in more of the mori kei elements and earth tones, plus a pair of galoshes. in cold weather tho she goes FULL mori with tons and tons of cozy drapey layers

for shoes she does wear heels but prefers more comfy ones, like espadrille wedges with long ribbon ties, and sandals obviously, or the occasional chelsea boot. her preference is bare feet tho so she doesn't own that many shoes. and for formal occasions, while she does love a princess dress, she takes a lot of inspiration from traditional linphean garb. tbh she'd go topless and barefoot 90% of the time if people in magix weren't such PRUDES

MUSA: the key motivator behind all of her style choices is music subcultures, so there's a lot of variation, but she is also an extremely practical, comfy butch at her core. she loves pure reds, rich blues, ultraviolets, and pale yellows, as well as bright purples and magentas- club light colors. not much white, except for graphic tees, but she does favor black. she likes graphics, heavy fabrics, and accessories as points of visual interest, especially belts

rarely wears skirts outside of schoolgirl punk, also she wears exclusively low-rise pants sorry but she does. big cargo pants are one of her signatures, and heavily ripped jeans. she avoids shorts for the most part, but she has some truly heinous basketball shorts that stella has tried to burn multiple times

the s2 concert hiphop look is a vibe she returns to often, but she also favors emo/rock/grunge styles, and club looks. torn clothes, useless suspenders, safety pins, studded belts and bracelets, stacked earrings, fingerless gloves, hats (especially beanies,) patches and pins, etc

when she just feels like looking nice or especially if she's going dancing she might whip out the one single solitary minidress she owns (courtesy of the rest of the winx whining abt how good it looked on her) and she likes to layer on translucent, spacey looking fabrics that catch the lights and look hella groovy. dipping into ravewear territory a little bit

for shoes she wears BOOTS. AND. PLATFORMS. AND PLATFORM BOOTS. but sometimes platform sneakers. she likes chains and studs to dress up her shoes too

STELLA: has the most varied wardrobe, but she still has rules. for one thing stella Does Not Wear Black. ever. she ADORES color, glitter, sparkle, texture, accessories, asymmetrical drape, formalwear that looks like a gaudy lampshade, and Fun. i think stella's go-to earth designer for red carpet looks would be guo pei (who you might know as the lady who made rihannas famous gold met gala look). she favors stellas color palette and her designs are Impossible, Maximalist, and Regal as all fuck. there is no better designer i can think of to clothe the new Queen of the Sun

her favorite colors are warm, bright greens, yellows, oranges, and strawberry reds, but she also wears paris hilton pinks, light/bright purples, occasionally electric blue or sky blue accents. she also wears earth tones, but prefers light, gold-leaning shades (NEVER just Brown) sometimes incorporated as polished wooden beads (historically considered extremely expensive, upperclass jewelry on solaria)

she LOVES heels and always matches her shoes to her outfit, and particularly likes colorful strappies, but she also likes gogo boots and Fancy Sneakers. she also LOVES jewelry, and is basically always wearing at least a couple of rings (including the staff of solaria obvi) and earrings or a bracelet/anklet. she's not big into necklaces but she does like ornate collars for formal occasions, or for halter tops

miniskirts and decorative belts/wraps, cropped bodycon long sleeves, those tops from the 00's that were just a square that u tied on with string, cropped halter tops, and, every now and then, some flashy bellbottoms inspired by bloom and flora

i think she'd also love alberta ferretti's use of earth tones, and elie saab's more colorful pieces

oh and i think mak tumang is what stella's designs would look like. every single one of his gowns is smthn i can imagine her designing except for all the pastels ofc. stella would just crank the brightness up

TECNA: definitely the narrowest range of fashion choices of the bunch. she's not much for fashion, she likes to be comfortable and unconstrained. purple, white, green, magenta, black, occasionally steel blue or teal. athletic clothes. track suits, running shorts, yoga pants, compression tops, sneakers sneakers sneakers, and that's pretty much it. smooth, stretchy fabrics, colorblock designs, little to no accessorizing (except functional techwear)

formalwear is whatever her research indicates is Typical and Appropriate to the occasion so that can vary wildly

the one way her style diversifies is with the occasional 60's mod look, courtesy of stella's interference. tecna would just look so fucking good in a cloche hat and a monochrome/colorblock shift dress

AISHA: camo and millennial pink are her signature colors, but she's a sucker for almost any shade of green or blue-green. she also likes lavender, lilac, and mustard, and stella is constantly trying to convince her to wear richer plum shades or golds and yellows. she avoids reds or other shades of pink, though, and usually keeps neutrals for more daring or sexy looks

SHE. LOVES. AN. ARMY. PANT. hoodies, dolphin shorts, pleated miniskirts, hiking!!! boots!!!! cami tanks and sports bras as tops, macrame bracelets, waist beads, trackpants, basic adidas, sashes and sarongs, and string sandals are the backbone of her wardrobe. she does not own underwear, only swimsuits

for formal affairs it depends on whether it's State Formal or Civilian Formal. androssi royalty have pretty strict dress codes and most of her outfits are her mothers, or even her grandmothers, just tailored to fit her. for her own though she likes light, flowy fabrics, and sleeveless or detached sleeves. nothing constricting. those super tiny knife pleats, or something very light and stiff that kinda. puffs out a little. so it doesn't really touch her legs

oh she likes embroidery and beading alright but usually prefers fabric taping to decorate her casual looks

[corvidexoskeleton]

@rockshortage I accidentally deleted the ask for Butch so here it is

👶 BABY - what is their age / age range? do they get mistaken for another age?

Were 39 when they were frozen, and generally are assumed to be in their late 20's to early 30's

👨‍👨‍👦 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is their relationship to their family? do they have any siblings?

They never met the one sibling they know about bc their parents had them after Butch left, and they don't have any kind of relationship with their parents bc of all the hostility that led to them leaving to live with their aunt

👜 PURSE - what other accessories do they wear (jewelry, backpacks, belts, etc)?

Has their ears pierced and usually has a pair of studs in, keeps a backpack, had a couple of leather bracelets they would variate between (in addition to ye spiked bracelets and collars donned along with corpse paint), and a chain they kept Blair's ring on (which they eventually gave to Lily)

🪨 ROCK - do they make friends easily? (if not) why?

Used to make friends real easily when they were younger. Still pretty decent at getting along with people, but isn't quite looking to make friends anymore

☀️ SUN - what can easily make them happy or brighten their day?

Putting some music on and working on some kind of project or puzzle

🌵 CACTUS - what is a sore subject for them?

Blair, just like in general. And Lily, tho that would be much less of a sore spot after they get her back

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

About as much as the average person. If asked they would say not really, but it's not smth they consider enough to genuinely believe in. Either way, I'd say they're not exactly the luckiest person alive

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like to celebrate it?

April 9th 1970. They would have loved to do some birthday partying when they were younger. Less so now, but they'll still enjoy like, a normal get-together type party

�� POPCORN - do they like being the center of attention or more in the shadows?

Definitely would've liked having people's attention when younger, but as with a lot of other stuff, less so now. They don't mind it, it's just not something they'll actively seek out unless there's a reason, and if it's too much of an issue, they'll try to be less in the center

🏀 BASKETBALL - do they know any pre-war sports? do they like to play any?

Does beer pong count Would know a bit baseball 'cause Lily was on a little league team when she was a kid, and would've helped her practice. Did some wrestling in high school, and whatever other sports US PE classes make you do

💃 DANCING - do they know how to dance? do they like to dance?

Depends on what you would consider "dancing"

🎸 GUITAR - do they know how to play any instruments?

Doesn't know how to properly play a instrument, but has messed around with a couple that some friends had

🏠 HOME - where are they originally from? do they live there now?

Originally from Chattaroy, WV, then moved to Elkins, WV when they moved in with their aunt. Now they live at the sunshine tidings camp that they and the gang turned into a little compound

🪓 AXE - what is their go-to weapon?

Shotgun or any large heavy objects or their fists if they're in a pinch

📚 BOOKS - do they know any other languages? (if so) what are they?

Coding Might know a few bits and pieces, but nothing more substantial than what your average person would pick up in their day to day life

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they open up easily to others? (if not) why?

Depends on the type of thing, but it's not too hard for them to open up. Or it didn't use to be difficult. It's a little moreso now since they've been thru a lot. But once they work thru everything and things get better, it'll get easier again

✝️ CROSS - are they religious?

Nah. There would've been a period of time when they were little when they lived with their parents who were religious and would've wanted them to be as well, but they'd grown out of it by the time they moved in with their aunt

💛 YELLOW HEART - what do they seek in a relationship?

Stability, comfort, and mutual respect

❤️‍🩹 INJURED HEART - what could their partner do that would hurt them?

Decide to be transphobic, I guess? Especially if things had being going good beforehand

❤️‍🔥 FLAMING HEART - what are their turn-ons / turn-offs?

Dislikes when people get weird about them being taller + physically bigger than a lot of people, both in that giggly little sub way and when the other person is clearly intimidated by it. However, they do like when the other person can actually be assertive without being weird about them being taller, as well as certain types of physical touch, biting and not-quite-biting, maybe a bit of rough-housing

��� BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

LIke in the previous one, certain types of physical touch, like just quietly being there with the other person, being able to banter, joke, and talk without worrying about anything

🦷 TOOTH - do they have straight or crooked teeth? do they like to keep them well-maintained?

Their teeth aren't bad. They've probably chipped or gotten one knocked loose just from all the shit they did growing up and when they were young, and then from all the fights they got into after they went off on their own post war. They're mostly straight enough that they didn't need braces, and they might have some issues taking care of them post war just in terms of like, finding what they'd need to even do so

🐍 SNAKE - have they ever been stabbed in the back or stabbed anyone else in the back?

Definitely got stabbed in the back when they were frozen, but hasn't deliberately done it to someone else yet

🍒 CHERRIES - a random sweet headcanon.

Doesn't like being extremely public when it comes to showing affection or how much they care about someone, and would rather not do so unless they're alone, and even then would prefer to be more quiet and sincere than overdramatic

[thewritingstar]

Enchanted For A Moment: Reds

Pairing: Blossom x Brick (Reds) 

Fandom: PPG 

Rating: Teen and up..slight cussing

Royal Au

Im literally dying for this au and i dedicate this to all the lovely people in our discord and im in love with our fandom. 

I know I know ive been on a ppg high lately but im riding this one out for a long time. Also I did little to no research, idk the time period but its old so have at it. I hope that you enjoy!

Chapter One: Golden Doors and Spider Silk 

She hated this castle, this stupid kingdom and all above, her. Princess Morbucks. The girl was so spoiled that her father, the king, named his daughter Princess as if she wasn’t going to be addressed like that otherwise. She didn’t know why she kept coming back to teach her these lessons. French, English, History, she didn’t bother to learn or practice in the slightest.

“Princess, not many women know how to read and write. Imagine how extraordinary that would be to be such a diverse leader.” She had told her, but at last, she never listened.

The only thing that could interest her was gowns and gems and of course the many suitors who came begging for her hand in marriage. Pathetic. She never believed that a love like that could be real. Affection starved from greed and looks was not something she wanted, nor should anyone. Maybe that's why this life of luxury disgusted her. Yes living in a giant palace with the fluffiest pillows and the freshest fruit sounded lovely, beats her small bedroom that she shares with her sisters, but was it worth it? Okay maybe she would become a royal for the library, maybe.

Her thoughts came back to her as Princess slammed the book shut. If she bends that book I swear. “I am done for today.” She huffed.

“We started ten minutes ago.” Blossom sighed and smoothed the headache that was starting to form. “Let's do history, today is about the different types of clothes and fabrics. Maybe you’ll enjoy this.”

“Why would I?”

“Because if you see something you like, you can have it custom made, plus i'll tell you where the most expensive silk is.” Got her.

Princess stared at her. Even though she was older than her by a year, she seemed to resemble more of her students she taught at the schoolhouse. Aka she was a brat.

“Fine but make it quick, the newest batch of suitors is coming today and I want to see my options.”

Blossom rolled her eyes. Princess was turning 20. She should have been married off at 18 but after complaining about wanting to have a little more freedom, dear old king daddy gave in. She always got what she wanted, those poor men.

“Okay well. Let's make a deal. I’ll leave you these two book, don’t make that face they are mostly pictures, and I’ll leave you for today. However when I come back tomorrow, you better be able to tell me five different fabrics and where they are from and we won’t have class for the rest of the week that way you can focus on the ball that's been held on Friday?”

The smile that grew on Princess' face was wicked. “Deal!” She stood and took the books. “I’m just happy I won’t have to see that hideous outfit for the rest of the week.” She pointed at Blossom's gown.

It was a light brown skirt with  leather belt and a white blouse, Blossom thought it was rather lovely considering her little sister Bubbles had made it.

“Alright then.” She rolled her eyes, gosh she hated her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Princess was already out of the door before she could blink, but she didn’t care. She turned and placed the rest of the scrolls and books on the proper shelves of the private library. The king, who had never spared a single expense in his life, made sure that practically every title written was stuffed inside the room. And he gave Blossom personal access to any of the books since she was one of the few who could read and bothered to do so as well.

She skimmed the shelf, her fingers tracing over the many velvet blinds. So many stories to be read. She grabbed three different ones before slipping them into her satchel. She blew out the candles and pushed in the chairs before leaving the grand room.

The king had offered her a key to her own private quarters but she would rather stay with her father and sisters than let Princess yell at her at any hour she decided. Yes, much rather.

-- Princess could hardly contain herself as she stood next to her father in the courtyard. Before them,a dozen or so carriages were pulling up, each one containing a handsome suitor. Some are princes, others are men from rich families. Either way, they were all lining up to see the Princess and hopefully marry her.

“I don't know why we are here.” Boomer complained.

“Why the fuck do you care?” Butch asked. “You’re the youngest, you are off the hook.” He laughed.

Boomer laughed. The carriage stopped as it was in line to enter the gate. Boomer grabbed the handle and opened it up, ignoring the protests from his brothers. “Sorry boys but I’m going to ditch the collar and go see the local girls.” He winked and strolled off.

Butch propped his feet up on the empty space. “So big bro.” he slapped the back of his brother. “You think you’re gonna be the hot piece of ass to win the princesses heart?” He laughed. Brick rolled his eyes as the carriage rolled forward.

“She is rich.” he mumbled. “I mean I'm probably the best candidate.” Arrogant.

The carriage stopped once more and Brick looked to his brother who was impatiently tapping his leg. “You can go too. It's probably best that you don’t embarrass us and the entire kingdom.”

“Thanks bro.” Butch wiped a fake tear from his eyes. “My lady said she was docking at these ports so im gonna go try and get some by sundown-”

“Goodbye Butch.” And he was shoved out of the carriage.

Brick could finally take in the piece and quiet. They had only been traveling for three days and it was a miracle he hadn’t killed his brothers yet. Sometimes he hated this lifestyle. He was no prince but he and his brothers were adopted by an extremely rich guy who wanted to make a name for himself and create three prodigies. In the end he created a walking disaster who breaks everything and wolf whistles at anything with long legs and the other one is like a puppy constantly running around and yapping constantly. For Brick he is just an arrogant asshole who actually does what she's told, if there's something in it for him.

Which is why he was on his way to try and get married. He didn’t want to be because frankly, no woman ever met his standards. They could be beautiful and nice and chatty but there was something missing a certain depth. But with a princess at stake, he was hoping for a lady who was well off and smart.

--- He was wrong. She was nothing like he thought. Sure she was pretty but she was mean to her staff, which he understood cause he could be a pain in the ass. But her voice, that high pitched squeaking, he was sick of her already. The moment he stepped out of the claustrophobic nightmare of a ride, she was in his face already fanning over him.

Those bright yellow dresses clashed with her hair and the light beaming off of her crown almost took out his eyes. She had said about forty different things to him but he was done. He wanted to grab his brothers, turn around and escape this hell hole.

After a short conversation and her rushing to the next dopey guy, he was shown to his quarters, of course Princess, who names their child Princess? Was their tour guide.

“And this is the library. It's plain and boring but if you ever need a quiet space or to watch me brush up on my French, you are more than welcome to go there.” Her arm was looped between two men and Brick was happy he was at the back of the pack, what was there, twelve, ten boys? He was really doubting his chances but at this point, he didn’t care.

They began to pass those doors and as the last one there, they opened. The group ahead had turned the corner but he was taken down by that massive door. He fell with a thud and was about to scold the living daylights out of whoever dared to do that.

“What the hell is your-” he looked up. Pink. Vibrant pink like the sunsets and soft like a rose. He gulped as he lost his voice completely.

“Oh I am so sorry!” the woman said as she helped him up. “Usually no one was in these halls but perhaps I should be more careful.” She began to ramble.

All that hostile rage had dissipated as he watched her lips move. She was much different from Princess. Her hair was ginger like hers but it was softer and had more copper tones. She was taller than her too and matched his height better. Her voice, it was like butter and she spoke in such a way that he couldn't describe.

He looked down to see books laying there and picked them up, handing them to her. Why would she have books? Especially these titles, even from the looks of them they were difficult to read, even for him.

“Do you read?’ he asked. Of course she didn’t.

“Oh yes. I am actually Princess’s teacher.” She said but didn’t seem thrilled.

He was in awe. She was already something more than that damn spoiled brat. She didn’t wear anything special like the maids did. In fact they were more like commoner's clothes than anything.

“You don’t look like you belong here.” He blurted out and she scoffed.

“I beg your pardon.” She crossed her arms. She was used to Princess insulting her any chance she got but it would be a cold day in hell before she would allow someone else to do so. “Do you not think I could possibly be the royal teacher?” He felt her words like a threat.

“No it’s just, this is a high piece of literature.”

“It’s a simple book really.”

Oh. So she could read. Read well.

“Well yes but-”

“But nothing.” her words were like ice as she grabbed the books from his hands. Blossom looked at his badge. “I am so sorry I didn’t realize that you were a man of importance.” She sounded bitter. “I shouldn’t keep you. I wouldn't want the princess knowing that a peasant interrupted time with her boy toy.”

She turned and stomped off. Even as the pout sprouted onto her face she looked, dare he say stunning? The sophistication and elegance rivaled that of Princess and even though she had just destroyed his ego for a good few moments, he never felt more alive and thrilled. A woman standing up to his level when everyone was beneath him? Never heard of before but this new piece that has entered his game, he was loving every second of it.

He turned on his heel and found his way back to the group. He wasn’t here for the crown anymore.

-- Sometimes she wondered what would happen if she just left. Run away from this village and go see the world. Of course that's what her sister did. Kinda. She was a captain of one of the kingdom's ships, basically her job was to travel and trade with other places, she liked to call herself a pirate. Blossom gave up trying to change her mind.

She could join her sister but she hated ships anyways. Plus Buttercup had gotten hitched last year to some random guy she met at a port stop, Blossom had met him once before and thought she was crazy for marrying someone. But after a delightful five minute conversation, she decided that he was best for her. If anyone could handle her rebellious lifestyle and the seven seas, then he must be good.

She was thankful that today would be her last day with Princess, well until the next week, but she could catch up on reading and maybe take her students to the docks or the forest for a lesson. Her mind was wandering to far off places and before she knew it, she was entering the library.

She furrowed her brow as she noticed the chairs arranged facing her table. She dismissed whatever thought that was and began to set up Princess’s test as promised. She had pictures, drawn by Bubbles of course, and she placed them on the table.

“This should be easy.” And soon the doors opened. Blossoms eyes widened as the Princess walked in with that snobbish strut as a group of men followed behind. “Oh no.” Blossom whispered to herself. She agreed to test Princess, not the entire population of suitors.

“And this woman right here is my teacher. She's a poor peasant girl so ignore her scrap of clothing.” The room erupted in laughter as Princess’s annoying voice trailed through her ears. Princess was already testing her patience, who makes fun of someone with less money? An awful person that's who.

Blossom bit her tongue as Princess took her seat. The rows of men were now staring at them, whispering. She let her eyes rake over the small crowd when her eyes landed on a familiar pair. The man she hit with the door. She completely forgot that he was here for marriage purposes. Blossom shook her head and slammed a book shut, capturing everyone's attention.

If Princess wanted to be a bigger brat than usual, fine, she could play that game.

“Alright your majesty, are you ready for your test.” Blossom turned towards the group of men. “You see I believe it is important that a leader understands even the simplest things about other countries, especially the ones that could be potential partners. So this fine lad is incredibly bright so her test is simple. I laid our pictures of fabrics from many different places, some even from your own kingdoms. I have no doubt that she can match all twenty five.” She turned on her heel towards the princess who looked angry, good.

“You said five!” Her tone laced with fire.

Blossom was one good actress. She paused and took a step back, masking her voice. “Yes five for a warm up but you my soon queen, you must be able to name all of them right? I did teach you them after all.” She smirked. “But if you can't, that's okay, why don’t we do your five and the rest of these fine gentlemen can finish, after all, a leader should know these things.” If they wanted to be rude, then a challenge they must complete.

“Princess go ahead and match five and then will have the rest join.” She looked at the men. Scared looks were on their faces except for one, door man. He seemed relaxed and had a poker face on.

Princess huffed and walked up to the table. She recognized a few of the easy ones and placed them. Blossom watched as her hands shook and she looked up at her as she placed one down. Blossom saw she was moving to the wrong one and decided to play nice.

“Emerald kingdom is the same as the jewel.” She whispered and the princess moved the name towards the green one. She took a step back and smiled proudly.

“See easy peasy.” And she returned to her seat.

Blossom clasped her hands together. “Alright then, if any of you would like to try go for it, but if not, then you may be excused.”

None of the men stood and Blossom's polite smile fell. “Very well-” She watched as the door man, she should learn his name, stood and walked over.

“Quite a shame you could only name five your highness.” He said towards the princess who was now staring at him with a gaping mouth. Blossom raised her brows as she could not believe he would disrespect her like that. He quickly took the names and placed them in record time before their matching pictures.

He turned to see Blossom watching him. Her eyes held this twinkled that he couldn’t quite place and he made sure to switch two of the names last minute.

“Care to check my work Miss…”

“Blossom.” She finished and walked over to him. She stood next to him and looked over the table. She could feel his stare but unlike the others, she didn’t feel small or meak. She smiled softly as she picked up two of them.

“Very impressive but Camilla has velvet and Widows Valley has ivory silk.” Her eyes met his. She almost let out a gasp as she stared at a breathtaking deep red. She had never seen such enchanting eyes before.

“Silk like a spider. Forgive me for my mistake.” He took her hand and placed a delicate kiss to the top of her hand. She felt the flames rush to her cheeks and heard a gasp come from Princes mouth.

Her eyes shot open and she took her hand away fast and returned to her teacherly poise. “Yes well that is alright but very good. Princess you should learn something and apply yourself more, I'm not going to tell you again but a promise is a promise so i will be seeing you next week for your next lesson.” She quickly walked to the other table and grabbed her bag and shoved everything in it.

She knew the princess was going to throw a fit. How could he treat her like that? In front of Princess nonetheless. She was thankful to hear the sound of feet exiting. Someone had come up behind her and whispered in her ear.

“You’ll be lucky if you make next week you meddling whore.” Princess sneered and Blossom turned around to yell at her but the group of men were waiting by the door just watching to see the peasant girl slip up.

“I have no interest in your games Princess, maybe if you tried harder, you wouldn’t have to rely on your crown or body.” She could play dirty and the princess turned with a scoff.

“No man would ever love a woman like you, even if you can read, you are no prize.” She stomped off and let Blossom with a clenched jaw and matching fists.

The door slammed shut and now she was alone. “Stupid bitch.” She sneered. She rarely used foul language but in times like theses, she allowed it.

“She sure is.” Blossom dropped her book and her head snapped left.

Brick was still standing here as if he never moved but she swore she saw him leave. “I-I would never-” He held his hand up.

“I see the way she treats you Miss Blossom, it's okay to curse out the villain. And my apologies for causing such a scene.” He said bluntly.

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” She narrowed her eyes. “You seem like you know what you’re doing, no matter the consequences.”

He bit back a laugh and moved closer to her. “Oh I am. I have no interest with that spoiled girl. Not one maiden has ever impressed me enough to care.”

“How insightful.”

“That is until you.” he smirked and she felt her cheeks flush for the hundred times. He was showing his arrogant side. The one many girls fawned over because they mistook it for a form of lust but it rubbed Blossom the wrong way.

“Me correcting your simple mistake is not very impressive.”

“Who said I made the mistake? I know very well that Widows Peak is silk, that is my home base after all.” he stepped closer until he leaned on the desk with his arm. He peered down at her, almost like a challenge but she stood strong.

“Well unfortunately, I’ve never met a man who could qualify my own standards.”

“Never?” he leaned closer but she refused to give up. Their noses would touch if he came closer.

“Never.” She stated and they were now in a showdown. Red to pink. Pink to red. Never had the other met a more worthy opponent.

“Well Miss Blossom, I think that I should prove you wrong with a date.”

“No thank you.” He blinked. Wait what?

“Excuse me? Do you know-”

“No I don’t and I simply do not care.” She snapped.

Blossom went back to her bag. “Like I told Princess, I have no interest in any of these men. Especially not ones who would stand by and let another belittle another. No thank you, i am quite happy on my own but there are a bunch of other fine maidens who would probably love your company.” She passed him and he grabbed her arm and spun her around, dipping her. The bright red ribbon holding her hair into a fine bun had unraveled and now fell to a long ponytail. 

A small scream let her lips as she was now being held by her waist over the ground. “What are you.” Her eyes darkened.

“Brick. Call me Brick, none of that sir or lord crap either.” He brought her closer smoothly. His smile was large and his eyes narrowed as her cheeks puffed out and she looked a little angry. “You did hit me with a door and I don’t think the royal pain in the ass would appreciate it if she knew. So Miss Blossom, would you accompany me to the ball on Friday?”

No. no. no. no. Princess would kill her. Absolutely murder her with a strand of pearls. She could lose her job, her livelihood. The rumors she could spread. She would destroy her reputation for sure. Her mind was screaming telling her to push him away and tell him to go bother another lady.

“Fine but I demand to be wooed.” she spat and he smiled and returned her to the upright position. She felt flustered and in shock but also introduced. No one had ever dipped her or held her so gently.

“Oh you shall be wooed M’lady.” He winked and turned away to walk out the door.

She let out the breath she was holding when he was finally gone and pulled out her fan. “He is the...worst.” But she didn’t fully believe it. ---- Wednesday found herself in the school yard with her students. She was ecstatic to now have a bunch of little girls added to this year's class. After convincing many mothers that their daughters' futures could be brighter with some knowledge, they happily agreed. She was thankful that her own father taught her the basics and she tried to teach Bubbles and Buttercup how to read and write but you could only keep them interested before a pretty dress or a sailboat distracted them.

“Bye bye Miss Blossom!” Her students waved as they left the yard to return home. She loved and adored her students. Their bright minds and curious thoughts, she could never get sick of them and they were much better students than Princess ever was.

“Miss Blossom there is a fancy man in the classroom.” Robin's small hand clung to her dress.

“Fancy man?” She whispered to herself before sending Robin off towards her mother. She entered the room to find Brick leaning against her desk.

“May i help you?” She asked with her arms crossed. “I do believe Friday is the meeting time.”

He shrugged and handed her an arrangement of flowers. Her mouth fell open as she gazed at them. They were wrapped with a ribbon of fine quality, and was probably worth more than her own outfit.

“I am well aware of that but I never said i wouldn’t see you before.” he glanced at the flowers then back at her. “Have you never received flowers before.” he asked like it was a dumb question.

“Oh no.” She took them carefully and placed them in the vase that held a few flowers her students had picked, and they were dying.

“I'm genuinely surprised that men aren’t knocking on the door for your hand.”

He saw her eyes dull. “Not too many men are keen on a lady being smarter and taller than them.” She shrugged and for some reason that made him mad. She was a beautiful woman no doubt, her beauty could be that of a princess but she didn’t have that royal aura about her. No she was better but didn’t know it.

“A man threatened by a lady is no man at all. If he can not see that then he deserves nothing.”

She took in his words. Maybe this was his way of apologizing without out damaging his pride, she would probably do the same thing but she wouldn’t let him off so easily.

She hummed. “So Brick just the flowers or are you going to actually impress me?” She matched his cocky attitude and it has been a long time, or the first since he had ever felt frazzled by a woman. He was used to catching him off guard but even by her everything nice charm and sophisticated posture, he was certain that she would be the death of him.

Even though he had just met her, he was certain they were made for each other. Butch would kill him if he every said that out loud though. He smiled before taking her hand. “Then prepared to be impressed.”

--

I hope you enjoy and part 2 shall be up tomorrow 

[hederabutch]

Butch/nb/transmasc clothing guide!!

As a butch, I like presenting myself a certain way, but my body gets in the way sometimes. I have a "curvy" figure (I hate that word on me but it's the best way to describe it) and it's hard to find clothes I feel comfortable in without spending too much money. If you're a butch/nb/masculine/trans person with wide hips/a small waist here's my survival guide to pants and shirts :)

Shirts:

Undershirts: I feel most comfortable with a sports bra on under a men's cotton undershirt (think Hanes, Fruit of the loom, something yr Grandpa would wear) in a size that's fitted, but not too tight. Bonus: you can tie dye them if you get the right material!

T shirts: If I'm wearing a simple t, I don't wear an undershirt. I usually get baggier t shirts because I don't like materials that cling to my skin. My favorite material for t shirts is cotton because it's breathable and soft. Breathability is esp important for folks who wear a binder.

If you want to add gay rights flair to your outfit and make your look more elevated, tuck in your shirt and cuff your sleeves.

Short sleeve button ups: I wear my button ups tucked and untucked, so if you're getting some, make sure they fit over your hips. A slightly stretchy fabric is good for this. Poly blend material in the right size should go over your hips and give you room to stretch if you need to.

A good rule of thumb for "should I tuck this?" is if the shirt goes past the middle of your pants zipper, it would look better tucked. But you can play with the rules to to get the look you want!

Long sleeve button ups: I almost always tuck these bad boys in and cuff the sleeves. I do that by folding the sleeves over the first seam until it rests above my elbow when my arm is fully extended. If you like the more bunched-up look, do it just one fold below that and shift the sleeve up past your elbow.

If my collar is big enough for a tie (most mens and some women's style shirt collars are) I'll put a tie on. If youre mixing patterns, the number one rule is for them to be different sizes. Then, if your shirt is geometric, do a more organic print and give versa. Have fun with it :)

How to tie a tie:

Pants:

Jeans: I have a smaller waist compared to my hips and I like my jeans to be fairly high waisted, so I like to buy vintage jeans. Buying mens jeans works too. Make sure they fit your hips/thighs and are high rise enough and take them in at the waist. Taking them to a seamstress is your best bet.

If youre buying men's jeans, they're probably also going to be a little long. You can ask the seamstress to hem the pants or you can of course cuff/peg them. Pegging/pinrolling your jeans is a good alternative to cuffing them because cuffing your jeans especially on wider leg cuts like bootcut/flare jeans can accentuate your hips

Pants should work the same as jeans. If you get your pants/slacks altered it will be much easier than getting the jeans altered. The denim fabric is much thicker than other fabrics so it's harder to work with than khakis for example.

Belts: Belts are the best accessory imo. If you can't get your pants altered, these bad boys will keep your pants up. Make sure to get the right size! You can always poke an extra hole in but you can never lengthen a belt. You can dress up/down with different buckles, finishes, and colors. Brown is a good starter for every day and black is better for more formal occasions. Usually you match your belt to your shoes.

**Protip: Don't wear white socks and black shoes

Note: all these are just guidelines I use to feel most comfortable and I hope by sharing this I can help other people be more comfortable too. If you want to get a certain look, there are ways to accomplish that goal, but ultimately there are no rules and fashion. Being confident and creative in your expression and personal truth is always in season <3

[mezimraky]

do u have any ideas on how to experiment/explore gender/presentation... i already present very gnc/butch (i never liked being feminine. but i know that im not a trans guy) but lately ive been feeling like i could experiment more, i just dont know how. thank u!

truth is, i wrote out a long text regarding how i personally like to dress but i’d like to put that under the cut and put the most important message right in the front– do not be afraid to experiment. find what makes you happy. find the colors you feel best in, find the materials, the individual pieces of clothing– and secondhands are a real great way to explore this, if you’ve got an affordable one near you. they sometimes have unique pieces from all over the place !!

do not be afraid to leave your comfort zone but also do not push yourself out there only because you feel like it is expected of you, or you have to, because you don’t. it’s okay to have boundaries. there’s no expectations for you to fulfill. a beautiful part of a gender identity that’s not cis is that you get to explore and define it for yourself, freely. have fun, dear !!

(and yeah if you want to know just whom you are asking for advice, i’m leaving the part where i talk about what i like to wear under the cut… :’) )

the thing is i am hardly the person to talk to regarding style, since a part of being me is just abandoning all the differentiation between masculine and feminine altogether. i wear what i feel comfortable in, i try new things and if i feel well i typically can wear them for a week straight just because i’m worried i will never find anything as comfortable (which i do, always, but that’s hard to explain to little old me.)

i like experimenting with haircuts, it first began as me wanting to look like a british soldier at dunkirk, then went through the very harsh undercut phase, now i’m trying out what they call a manbun, because i couldn’t do with braids or stuff like that, but a high-positioned bun with a combination with an undercut, that’s doable to me. that’s fun !

lately i’ve been partial also to braces– and a quality leather belt, might also be because i get all my pants in secondhands and at times they are slightly too big (but better too big than too small, or too tight– when i wear tight pants it’s usually with something very long and very baggy to make up for it). i like experimenting with materials– jeans, manchester pants, fabric (have been very partial to manchester these past few weeks, to the dismay of my mum… but they are very comfortable !! and i have ones that are green and ones that are red and i couldn’t be happier with them)

i’m not afraid of wearing dresses, in summer i sometimes do (though always with shorts underneath because sometimes there is a nice tree that you want to climb and no dress will stop you really). in general, i prefer loose ambiguous tops, or sometimes a black not-so-loose tshirt but always with something long over it (like my dad’s flannel, or a grandpa-like cardigan.. – it’s fun that if you get a turtleneck shirt and that, it becomes elegant straightaway!!)

one last bit, i’m known as the person that wears dress shoes for ten months a year. i have like three pairs of them (red, brown, black) so that i can alter between them while not losing my Style. which. sometimes goes overboard as too formal, sometimes i look like i’d been out of civilisation for weeks. with dress shoes on. but it makes me happy…

basically –

i hope you find someone that could inspire your looks in cinema, too.. it does feel nice to have a visual of this !! (haha bless you if you’d read all the way here but also i don’t blame you if you didn’t !!)

[lavenderhyrdrangea]

A Much Needed Consultation

Viola’s hair came out in clumps when Butch ran a wide-tooth comb through it. Her jaw dropped at the sight of each ratty strand tangled around the teeth.

 “What are we going to do?” She sputtered.

“We?” He used the pointed end of a rat tail comb to clean the hair, yanking away at the more stubborn pieces with his thumb and index finger. “This is between you and your hotshot robot here.”

Wadsworth quit his flitting about. “Excuse me? I was instructed to keep the treatment in her hair longer because her roots were strong, ‘like something grown out of a mutant’s scalp.’ Which is beyond me since I’ve never seen a mutant with hair.”

Still at work on the comb, Butch nudged his chin in Dogmeat’s direction.” You might as well go on and say something, mutt. That way you’ll be in on the fun”

There was a large chance that Dogmeat had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but he barked anyway—More likely at the attention than anything else.

“My hair emergency does not need your sarcasm right now.” She pulled at a loose hanging strand above her ear. It slid out with ease and she flailed it in front of her. “See?”

“Well quit pulling on it, Nosebleed.”

“It was going to fall out anyway.” She shot back.

“Let it then.”

"I don’t think you understand. Baldness and shedding hair is not the type of look the Lone Wanderer should be having.”

Butch snorted.  “And they call me vain.”

“Butch. You spend thirty minutes every morning in front of the bathroom mirror, making sure that thing on your head is slick with pomade and gelled to a certain angle.”

“It’s called the Tunnel Snake.”

“Whatever. Do you have a diagnosis for me or not?”

He stepped back from the living room couch she sat on. There was a narrowing of his eyes and a rubbing of his chin. Where did this serious Butch come from and how long had he existed? As far she knew this was that same moron that replaced her hand lotion with mayonnaise back when they were kids. 

Butch’s hand dropped from where it was and he ended up shoving it in his Tunnel snakes jacket pocket as his shoulders squared. Maybe in spite of herself her thoughts had written themselves all over her face and he read them straight.  

“Looks bad.” He said. After taking his place behind the couch again, he took the comb and parted her damaged hair to expose more of her scalp. He pressed gently. “No chemical burns though. The damage shouldn’t be permanent.”

“Aha! Good one Master.”  Wadsworth said at the horrible pun that would’ve slipped by had he not said anything.

She rubbed her temples. “I’m pretty sure there’s still a mess in the kitchen. Go clean it.”

Wadsworth left but not, of course, without muttering something about the perils of working under her and how little he is repaid for his service.

“How long did you leave that stuff in for?  An hour?” Butch asked.

Viola grew quiet.

“An hour? Are you kidding me?”

“I know as a stylist--”

“Barber.”

He always corrected her but this time he sounded like he was seconds close to seriously taking a pair of clippers to the rest of the hair on her head.  

Viola softened her tone. “Right, Barber. I know you probably salivate at a the challenge of a ‘thicker’ hair type but you haven’t had to comb it. “Ugh.” She shuddered “That comb.”

“Thick hair or not. Leaving the perm in for as long as you did was dumb. A professional could’ve told you that.”

“We’re broker than broke, so it’s not like I could’ve gone to Snowflake.”

“You do know we live together right?” He asked.

“I didn’t really have you on the top my list when I was looking at all my options. Maybe next time, Deloria.”

“Sure. Next time.”

His smile stiff, Butch rearranged the combs in his hair tool belt on the wobbly table across from the couch. Dogmeat swiveled his ears forward.  Inching closer, he watched Butch’s hands and then eventually fell into sniffing them. He nuzzled them. Butch dropped a comb. “Tell the pooch to get away from my tools.”  Dogmeat just looked at him with those warm, round eyes. He eased his hands back to where they were and gave him a soft pat on the head. “For now.”

She should have him told dogs appreciated scratches behind the ears not pats like the pre-war cartoons back in the vault made them think. But with things as they were that mode conversation would’ve veered off somewhere weird too.

“Dogmeat, want to listen to a song boy?” She turned the knob on her Pip-boy. Dogmeat’s ears perked up at the static of the changing radio stations. “Let’s see if we can find something good, huh boy?” She ended up on the Galaxy News Radio where Three Dog played Maybe by the Inkspots. It wasn’t Dogmeat’s favorite but it still got him on his hind legs,  pressing his front paws and his weight onto her. She grabbed both paws and whirled him around as if they were slow dancing. She sung and he howled along to the line, “Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone.”

Playtime was short lived. With a yawn, Dogmeat took his paws from her and leaped onto to his favorite pre-war style chair with the thread and stuffing ripped out.

The dance ended with her back turned to Butch. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t get you to do my hair. That one there would have been under your feet the whole time.”

She felt him stare. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said.  Though finished the sentence seemed empty.

Heat crept up her neck. Viola went for the front door. “Stuffy in here.” She murmured. A breeze seeped in through the small crack she made by placing a worn wood plank between the door and it’s frame.  The slight chill tickled parts of her scalp. “I’m going to have to get use to that. I’ll need to wear a hat out later.”

Butch asked, “What do you plan on doing when you head out?”

She leaned against the wall near the door and folded her arms. "Same old wasteland stuff that I’m always up to. Poking my nose in random people’s business. Sniffing out extra caps.”

She paused and moved her arms so she was hugging herself.

“Maybe looking into some new info on Project Purity.” She finally offered. Butch usually gave her space to do whatever but she had to feed him the vaguest of information because anything a tier above a bar fight was action he wanted in on.

With his eyes low, he grumbled about going upstairs quickly. When he came back down he had something that made clinking sounds in his hand.  “Take this with you. You can stop by Snowflake’s this time.”

Her eyes widened. She shook her hand a little to hear the clinking again. “You had caps like this this whole time?”

“Sure did.”

“You never mentioned them.”

“What? You think I can’t make my own dough out here?  I’m a barber.  Not to mention a wanderer like you.” He snapped.

There it was.

“I didn’t say that.”

He hesitated before he gave in, “You didn’t.”

All of a sudden it appeared that he found the small hall to the mini kitchen a lot more interesting than their mess of conversation. That area was the usual safe haven for his booze and no doubt he had a taste for some at the moment.  

“You...you,” Frustrated, he plopped onto the couch, slumped down into cushions and drummed his fingers on an arm rest. “You usually disappear without telling me much so I get up to some things while your gone. Because the Butch-man ain’t about waiting around for nobody, you know? Most of them are errands. Running back and forth from Megaton to Rivet City. A lot of my top paying clients from my first gig are actually from Rivet city anyway, so it made a load of sense to just factor the errands in.”

“You do all that on your own?”

Butch stopped his drumming to glower.

“Yeah, and I know how to use the big boy potty too,” He shook his head “From how you were talking two months ago I thought you would be more goody-goody about these types of things”

 That day when Butch sprained his ankle and they talked about everything they ever wanted came rushing back.

“I meant everything I said then.”

“Considering that I’m some kind of glorified house sitter in that mind of yours, I’d say you got an odd way of showing it. Is this some nerd thing I’m not getting?”

“I need to give my actions time to catch up with my words a little. "She admitted

“You sure are taking it awful slow.”

He had a point. She couldn’t go on telling him one thing and then doing another, all while taking forever.

She sat on the other side of the couch. “Before you. Before even Dogmeat. I was out here on my own. Nothing can really prepare you for the Wasteland. I thought I would never adjust but I did what I had to. I got use to long walks on my own, the constant looking over my shoulder and not having much of anyone to really talk to but Moira. After a while, that panicky feeling I had the first time I opened the vault door pushed itself into the back of my mind. I had survived on my own well enough. Then everything came back.”

She spoke under her breath, “Oh boy did everything come back.”

“When I found my dad I felt like I was back at home. The dull colors, the beeping machinery, the antiseptic smells, the soft medical cots—I remembered all of it.  I even remembered him telling me to pinch my nose and tilt my head back to stop a nose bleed you and your buddies caused. Then he was gone. Then Amata sent her distress signal. Then I was literally back at home and you know what happened with that—that was gone too. And now here you are, a fresh vault dweller, doing your best impression of Humpty Dumpty every chance you get.“

A meek, “Oh”, was all he managed.

She hoped she didn’t sound as bitter as she felt.

“I’m sorry. I know you didn’t leave the vault just to hop into another one. “

“You’re right. I left that place behind for a reason. Besides, I can’t run a gang from inside this dump.” He said.

The beginnings of another argument was on the tip of her tongue but she did her best to bite it back.

“You also can’t run a gang if you’re laying out in a ditch somewhere with rad poisoning.”

“Can’t run a gang without any members either.” He retorted, meeting her muted annoyance.

In normal instances she would’ve treated the threat of being kicked out of the oh so tough Tunnel Snake Gang like a Radroach charging at her: a non-problem easily taken care of. It never bothered her before. Why did it now?

“But,” He slapped a hand on her shoulder “Lucky for me, one of my best recruits is a dynamo.”

His typical moronic naivete made her break into wan grin.

She rubbed her fingers up and down her neck. He hair catastrophe hadn’t been dealt with yet. “And what if your dynamo recruit decided to become another one of your customers? How would you fix this?”

Butch pulled back and took a good look at her mess. “For starters no more perms until we take care of that damage. We’ve got to cut the hair that can’t be saved and figure out what to do with the rest of it. I see a taper cut working for you. All your hair piled on the top. Shaved at the back...”

[rahirah]

via Barb's Place (again stolen from shadowkat) 1. How would you describe your current fashion style? Uh... no clue. I decided some time back that I had two clothing objectives: I wanted to feel comfortable, and I wanted to look decent. There are a lot of looks I like that just don't work on me. Instead of focusing on what I couldn't wear, I decided to concentrate on finding things I liked that I DID look good in, and building a style around that. So I went through my closet and got rid of a bunch of things that I'd bought because they looked good on the rack, and started replacing them with things that looked good on me. I take some inspiration from soft butch/tomboy-ish styles, but with a lot of modifications. What it boils down to is, in summer I wear jeans and assorted short-sleeved shirts or tank tops, and in the winter I wear jeans and long-sleeved shirts with a sweater or a jacket or sometimes a vest if I want to be fancy. Boots/sneakers/sandals as weather dictates, no high heels except for costuming. 2. What’s your favorite decade for fashion? 90s-present, if I bother to think about it? The 80s were fun in some respects, but I couldn't pull those looks off then, and they're vaguely appalling now. The 70s are right out. 3. Formal or casual? Casual. 4. Thrift store, boutique, or online? Thrift store, occasional online. 5. Do you like to accessorize? Earrings always, wedding ring and another similar ring inherited from my father's family always, occasionally a necklace or bracelet if I'm dressing up. I use a belt with pants that will slide off my hips if I don't wear one, and that's about it. 6. What piece of clothing do you spend your money on the most? What piece do I spend money on the most, or what piece do I spend the most money on? It's two different things. I buy pants and shirts most often, but the individual pieces I've spent the most on have probably been either shoes, or my Elaborate Handmade Steampunk Hat. 7. Do you wear hats? I should, because AZ is Skin Cancer Central, but I have a small head, and so I have a hard time finding cheap ones that fit, and if I wear one too long, I tend to get a headache. I have some knit caps that I wear in the winter to keep my head warm, one good leather cowboy hat (they kick you out of Arizona if you don't own at least one cowboy hat) and a sort of safari-dude-looking sun hat. And two incredibly awesome steampunk hats for costuming. 8. What is your opinion on wearing socks and sandals together? If it's cold enough to wear socks, I won't be wearing sandals. If you like 'em, though, go for it. 9. What colors do you like to wear? Blues, greys, reds/pinks/burgundies, red-toned browns, black, white, ivory as long as it's not too yellowy. Purples are meh. Avoid orange/yellow/green like the plague. 10. What fashions do you hate? I don't really have a fashion that I hate. That's expending entirely too much energy on fashion. If I don't like it, I just don't wear it. 11. What do you think of body piercing? Neutral. I don't like pain, and I doubt I'd ever have anything but my ears pierced. Besides, I have vague allergy/sinus issues a lot of the time, and having a nose piercing of any kind when you have to blow your nose a lot seems ill-advised. And anything else tenderer, imagining the pain makes my tits want to retract inside my body. (That said, I do want to get a cartilage piercing in one or both ears eventually.) 12. Do you like dyed hair? I don't like dying my hair to hide grey, and I refuse to do that. I don't mind dying it now and then for fun effects. 13. Can you wear heels? What is the highest heel you can wear? I can wear 1-2 inch boot heels with no problem. I don't like wearing anything much higher than that. I have a few 3-4 inch chunky heeled shoes, but I wear them very rarely, usually only for costuming purposes. Stillettoes, no way. 14.Do you have any experience with makeup? Tried messing with it a couple of times in my late teens/20s, decided it was pain in the ass, chucked it and never looked back. 15. Have you ever worn a uniform or traditional clothes? Choir robes. A Girl Scout uniform. That's about it. 16. What’s your favorite piece of clothing? The leather jackets I've got that it's too hot here to wear. :cries: 17. Have you ever had to wear something you didn’t like? Who hasn't? I think the thing that's stuck in my head most over the years was a pair of second-hand Oxfords that one of my aunts sent Mom in the yearly Big Box Of Hand-Me-Downs that we got from our older cousins. They were too big for me, nothing like anyone else at school wore, and heavy and clunky and uncomfortable. I hated them. Mom loooooved them, and couldn't understand why I didn't want to wear them. 18. How do you feel about wearing fur? I can't afford fur, but honestly, I love the look and feel of it. I'd never buy anything endangered, but I'd be fine with stuff like hair-on hides where the animal's being killed for food anyway. 19. Do you prefer simple or detailed outfits? Simple for everyday, but I don't mind detailed for special occasions. 20. How often do you wear jewelry? Earrings and two rings, almost always, anything else, rarely. 21. Do you have any souvenir clothing from trips or concerts? A couple of t-shirts. 22. Do you paint your nails? Very rarely. I'm not very good at it. That would improve with practice, but I don't like the feel of polish on my nails. It makes my fingers feel heavy. 23. What are your favorite pair of shoes (add a photo if possible)? A pair of vintage Doc Martens. 24. Do you carry a bag, backpack, purse, or something else? I have a leather messenger bag type thing, a backpack, and some smaller purses. Depends on how much I'll be carrying and how fancy the occasion is. 25. What does your hair look like right now? Very short, bleached on top. In fact, if I had to pick THE most important fashion thingy not to cut corners on, it would be get a good haircut. It is SO worth spending a little extra to go to someone who really knows what they're doing. And don't be afraid to lay down the law about what you want, either. 26. Have you worn something you or someone you know has made? Yes. My mother and grandmother made a lot of our play clothes when we were small. And I've made a lot of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 27. Have you made any clothes/ jewelry? Yes. I was into beading for awhile and made a lot of necklaces and earrings. I still have a few of the necklaces. I've also made lots of costumes over the years, and a few regular pieces of clothing. 28. What are your thoughts on perfume/cologne? Neutral. I don't wear it myself, and I have a very poor sense of smell, so when people describe a wild profusion of scent notes they get from a perfume, all I can do is say, "Uh... sweet, I guess?" 29. What do you wear to go swimming? A swimsuit. 30. What would be your ideal outfit? Jeans, Doc Martens, long sleeved shirt with a vest, leather jacket, maybe a belt, earrings. I can only wear this for like three weeks in the middle of winter. :P comments

[omelettedufrottage]

Hey I'm 5'4 & I would appreciate some advice on finding masc clothes pls!😫😣

yes!! i’m mostly going to list bigger name brands that are still affordable-ish (basically anything $30 and under), since goodwills/thrift stores are a bit of a wild card, and ordering online is risky if you don’t know your size.

i’m going to try to cover a wide range of body types as well since i know shopping for masc clothes can be harder for curvier/thicker ppl!

a lot of clothing stores also do huge sales during different times of the year (black friday, end of new years, july 4th in the us), so it’s worth it to check some of the pricier brands (like american eagle/vans etc)

GENERAL THINGS i’ve noticed with masc fashion:-it’s ok if it doesn’t fit you super tightly! it might feel a bit weird at first but being baggy doesn’t mean ill fitting, lazy or sloppy, esp if it’s more casual clothes. -but also wearing form fitting things doesn’t automatically make it fem! a button down shirt (short or long sleeve) and jeans or chinos is a nice smart casual look for a party or an interview.-want to make something more masc in a pinch? put a thick belt around your jeans! if you’re not wearing jeans, big watches are also good and go with pretty much any outfit.-there are tons of fashion styles out there and don’t feel bad if you’re stumped or need inspiration! i literally google stuff like “butch fashion” or “streetwear” all the time

here are some stores i go to!

-aeropostale is where i get a bunch of clothes (tops and bottoms)! right now they’re doing a bogo on denim ($60 for 2 jeans, so it averages to $30 each), but they also have some pants on clearance for $17. usually stores carry up to 28x30 (sometimes 28x28), but if you order online aero has 27x28 or even 27x30.

-marshall’s/tj maxx tends to carry some good brands (like levi’s jeans) for $25 or under! i’ve heard those ones tend to work better for bigger people, and the denim is really nice and durable. i have a pair myself that are 28x30 and they’re a bit looser on me, but i wear a belt on top (which is also a nice masc touch) to keep it in place.

-if you’re short and on the smaller side the kid’s section will always be your best friend!! i’ve found really nice shorts at old navy and target for $8-$12 bucks, and t shirts and tanks for around the same price. it looks like old navy’s having a clearance sale rn too!

-same thing goes with the kid’s section at payless and other shoes stores! i’m a women’s 7.5/8 and a men’s 5/6, and i never had luck finding formal men’s shoes at a store until i went to the boy’s section. they tend to be cheaper than adult clothes too!

-sweatpants/athletic gear will ALWAYS be your best friend because you can find them in a lot of sizes and places (macy’s, jc penny, h&m, f21 etc) and they’re effortlessly masc n cheap. just slap a graphic tee, sleeveless hoodie or tank top on and you’re good to go.

i mostly talked about jeans/pants since that’s what the original reblog was about, but hopefully this helps people! if anyone has any other places they want to add feel free :)

[leaningonthebrakes]

Scene with no relevance to the final script but I wanted to write it anyways

Eddie leans against the railing smoking his third cigarette in the last hour.  His sleeves are rolled to his elbows and his jacket is slung over his arm, his shirt is partially unbuttoned and his tie is loose and crooked. The stairs behind him lead down to the underground bar, he can still hear the laughter and music drifting up into the night air. He had been drunk earlier but it has faded to a low buzz and now he is just tired. A young man, immaculately dressed in a wine coloured suit stumbles up the stairs, blindly drunk. Eddie drops his cigarette and grabs the young man’s hand as he almost tumbles back down the stairs. He grabs Eddie’s shoulder to steady himself.

“Aren’t you sweet,” he purrs, winking.

Eddie looks at his feet. The young man’s blatant flirtation makes him uneasy and his flamboyant mannerisms are the type to draw attention Eddie likes to avoid. When he looks back up at him he finds the man is actually little more than a boy, maybe in his early twenties at most, hardly out of his teens at any rate. He has a sweet but girlish face, and a long, willowy frame; he towers over Eddie.

“Do you have any friends downstairs?” He asks, the poor kid is swaying on his feet.

The young man snorts with derision. “Thought I did, bastard.” He sighs, wistful.

Eddie recalls an angry gentleman, much more butch than his companion, a soldier, who had stormed out a few minutes before.

“Do you live far?” Not that it is any of his business and not that he cares what happens to this beautiful, hapless, drunk.

He seems to mistake Eddie’s meaning, or- well- his intended meaning. Eddie can not deny he finds him attractive in an untouchable sort of way. As much as he admires from a distance the pretty ones always seem to find him rather unappealing, usually due to his stature or his less than striking face. This one, however, gives him a slow, knowing smile.

“Not far,” he says, his long lashes fluttering. “Help a girl home?”

Not far turns out to be several city blocks and nearly half an hour away. It might have been faster had his companion not been stumbling quite so much, or if Eddie himself had not had as much to drink, his earlier steadiness seemed to have been a product of fresh air and standing still and not actual sobriety.

“What’s your name?” Eddie asks as he deposits him in front of his building. It’s a hideous brick thing with stairs stained by grime and rain.

“Come upstairs for a drink and I’ll tell you,” says the young man, pulling on his tie. Eddie glances around to make sure no one is watching before following the him inside.

The apartment is sparse with worn furnishings that likely came with the place. A student’s apartment he thinks, when he spies the text books sitting on the table beside the bed.

“What do you study?” He asks as the young man pours them both port, not his drink of choice but it would do to steady his nerves.

“History, mostly Russian but some Middle Eastern as well,” he smiles, passing Eddie his port. He seems to have sobered up considerably since they entered the apartment, and Eddie wonders if some of his drunkenness hadn’t been an act. “Of course I dabble in a bit of… Greek translation every now and then.” Eddie is unsure why he needs to punctuate this with an exaggerated wink but perhaps this is some university joke he’s not privy to.

“Aren’t you worried about being labeled a communist?” Eddie asks, eyeing the Russian texts.

“Pre-Bolshevik Russian history,” the young man amends, “though if I’m to be arrested or blacklisted I sincerely doubt it will be for being a communist, darling.”

Eddie’s cheeks flush pink and he takes a sip of the rather good port to disguise his embarrassment. The young man takes his coat and hangs it in the closet with his own.

“Your name?” Eddie asks again, swallowing another mouthful of port.

“Vic, and you’re Eddie.”

“How do you know my name?” Eddie frowns, finishing his glass.

“I asked the bartender when I saw you leave, Tom didn’t like that, he’s quite jealous, I pity his fiancé.” Eddie snorts, setting his glass down on the counter. Servicemen liked to frequent bars like theirs, either because away from home they were more at liberty to explore, or because they thought a man would be less trouble. However, if they thought men couldn’t make trouble they had never met Vic.

“Why would you ask about me?” Eddie can feel his heart stutter a little and he’s hoping he can blame the heat on his face on the drink.

“You sat there all alone at the bar, not looking at anyone, smoking your cigarette and nursing your drink, you cut a very fine figure all dark and mysterious. And I thought you looked sad too, lonely.”

“And now?” Eddie takes Vic’s empty glass putting it on the table with his own.

“I think you’re delectable.” Vic kisses him and Eddie lets himself be dragged to bed by his tie.

He helps Vic free himself of his shirt and as he’s about to do the same for his pants he notices a band of salmon pink silk peering out over Vic’s belt. Eddie runs his fingers over the smooth fabric and Vic gasps and then laughs, “you might like the rest of it too.”

Eddie frowns, confused, until Vic undoes his perfectly fitted trousers and tugs them down to his knees. Under his clothes Vic wears a pair of salmon pink women’s panties with a matching garter belt to hold up the nylon stockings. Eddie is shocked for a moment before he runs his hands over the silk on Vic’s middle, his hands over his hips and thighs, feeling strong muscle under silky fabric.

“You look…” Eddie catches Vic’s eye and notices that the cocky young man looks nervous under all his swagger. Eddie tugs Vic’s trousers all the way off before moving to kiss his thigh. Vic sighs and runs fingers through Eddie’s hair. They kiss and Vic lets Eddie fuck him with the stockings and garter belt still on. Eddie loves the feel of it under his hands, the way that it squeezes Vic’s middle and shapes his smooth behind. Vic kisses him after too, tired and lazy and sweet. His girlishness is rather appealing when he does things like that, when he wraps arms around Eddie to kiss him goodnight at the door, dipping low so Eddie can reach his mouth.

The office doesn’t feel half so lonely tonight even as he sleeps alone. Vic asked him to call and had given him a phone number. His phone number. Perhaps Vic has a thing for unattractive older men. He plans to call on him in a few day’s time, unknowing that by then it would be too late.

In person seems a good way to go about it, a better way. Vic seemed like the type who would like flowers but Eddie doesn’t want to be caught bringing flowers to a man’s apartment so he brings a bottle of good port instead. His heart leaps into his throat when he finds the door open and a strange man going through Vic’s things.

“Hey!” Eddie calls from the door. But the man doesn’t look much like a burglar, he wears khaki pants and a navy blue sweater; he has a brown leather satchel thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, are you a friend of Vic’s?” He asks, he has the same lilting tone as Vic had, slightly sarcastic and flirtatious at the same time. He smiles at the port in Eddie’s hand, Eddie has to fight the urge to shove it behind his back like a child caught stealing.

“Who’s asking?” Eddie eyes him suspiciously.

“Kyle Wright, we were friends at school,” Kyle extends his hand but Eddie doesn’t take it.

“Were?”

Kyle sighs, running a hand through his sandy hair, “he’s been arrested.”

“What for?” Eddie feels his heart race in his throat, unless Vic had seen someone else in the past few days… if someone had seen them…

“I think you know,” says Kyle, glancing down at the port.

“Do they have proof?” Eddie swallows and it hurts his throat.

“Of course not, Vic was an outrageous flirt but he was careful where it counted.”

“I see.” Eddie turns to leave.

“You know, I think our darling Vikki was very sweet on you.”

“Why would you say that?” Eddie keeps his voice neutral even as his hands shake.

“Said you were nice, Vic never called any man nice.”

“Where—“

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” says Kyle before Eddie finishes asking. “I think it would just make things worse.”

“Of course.” Eddie leaves without another word.

When he gets back to the office he pours himself a drink, and then pours a second glass as well, clinking his own against it. He pounds it back and pours himself another, and another, and another, until he finds he can fade into a restless unconsciousness where he tries to forget the feel of salmon coloured silk under his hands and willowy arms around his shoulders.

[l-l-kristofferson]

My History With Self Harm

***TRIGGER WARNING! IF YOU SELF HARM, HAVE A HISTORY OF SELF HARM, OR ARE EASILY TRIGGERED, DO NOT READ THIS POST! LEAVE NOW FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY. OTHERWISE, ENJOY!***

There are people that know I have self harmed. Others still don't know and we've been friends for years. It's something I don't always bring up. It reminds me of not only a dark time in my life but the episodes I've had over the years. My anxiety can trigger my urge to self harm. I am currently about seven months clean from self harm. Before that, I was three months. Before that, it had been four years. In all honesty, self harm is an ongoing thing. There is no cure for it exactly. It takes a lot of strength, patience, and distraction in order to keep away from it.

My first experience with self harm was in sixth or seventh grade. I would constantly throw myself into things. Any hard surface such as a wall, a door, even other people. At the time, I had a lot of conflicting feelings inside. This is around the time Jane passed away and I was struggling with my sexuality. I didn't (and still haven't) entirely let myself mourn or grieve her loss. I kept it bottled up inside. As for my sexuality, I was surrounded by religious family members, preaching how homosexuality is wrong and how those who were homosexual are damned to burn in hell. If I wasn't slamming myself against something, I was punching the wall or throwing myself on the floor and trying to make it seem like an accident. At thirteen, I was taken to a therapist named Dr. Gould. This is where I tried explaining my sexuality, uncomfortably so because my parents were both in the room. My father claimed to have already know and my mom hoped that this was a phase I was going through and I could work through it with his help. Less than half a year, I stopped seeing him. I felt that nothing changed. But the slamming decreased. I thought I was over it.

When I got to high school, the need for self harm increased. After three weeks, it was out that I was gay and I was officially the school homo. Things were thrown at me, I was slammed into lockers, I was pushed down stairs, and I was called a fag and a freak. During gym class, the popular girls would hide my shoes or my clothes, causing me to have to either walk around with no shoes (like an idiot) or walk out to tell the teacher my clothes were missing (either shirtless or pantless). It wasn't just the girls who did it. The guys had their share of laughs at me too. They would lift me up and put me in garbage cans, take my food, kick me out of my seat, and would spread rumors that I was whoring myself out to the guys to prove I wasn't a "butch lesbo". 

I first started with cutting. I would use razors I found in the basement of my house. They were basically new. I started off light, eventually digging them into my skin. The tightness in my chest would ease away, the physical pain making it disappear. I started on my places I could hide like my ankles, upper arms, thighs, and legs. The ones on my upper arms and legs were usually paper cuts. I couldn't start bleeding through my shirt and get discovered. The ones on my ankles and inner thighs were the ones that were deep. If I was extremely anxious and I had an open wound on my ankle, I would purposely stick my finger in it and breathe a sigh of relief as the pain calmed my anxiety. This was just the beginning.

While still dealing with the bullying, cutting lost its feeling. In an effort to stop scarring myself, I looked for alternatives. This was when I was watching Intervention, a show that focused about intervening in the lives of drug addicts, usually by their friends, family and medical professionals. I happened to be watching it one day and I was exposed to something I hadn't thought of: asphyxiating. For those who don't know what that is, it's basically choking yourself. The way this guy did it was by using a belt or using his hands. I tried it both ways, ultimately going with my hands. I did it this way because it left less of a mark and still did its job. I would usually do it at home with my room door locked. I can still remember the feeling. The skin of my face feeling pulled all the way back, the air leaving me, all the sounds around me distorting and becoming distant. I used to do it so much that I started to get little busted vessels on my face, making it look like I had small chickenpox. I had to ease up after someone made a big deal about it.

With the scare of being found out, I leaned more towards cutting again and only using asphyxiating in extreme cases. This was when I started going outward, more down to my forearms and eventually onto my left wrist. I would wear a lot of wristbands and long sleeves to cover up while all the cuts scabbed over. I would give the excuse of my cat scratching me or brushing up against something sharp by accident. One thing I remember was cutting for someone else. It was a girl I liked and her name was Tessa. She said she might not be able to resist harming herself. So that night, while I was in the shower, I look my file and carved her name into my leg. It is still there to this day.

Eventually, I didn't have the patience to give myself gradual pain. I needed something quicker in order to ease my anxiety. This was when I discovered burning. Simply, it was heating up a lighter and pressing it into your skin. It gave me the quick pain I needed. But due to the pain being short, I had to do it more than once to feel relief. I would have to do it five, six, and even seven times at once to feel my anxiety disperse. I have permanent burn marks on the left side of my ribs, my left forearm, and on my right outer calf. If you look close enough, you can see one on my left palm as well.

For the few who have seen my bare body, you have seen my hidden scars. I'm not proud of them. It shows that I was weak and saw no other option but to deface myself to make myself feel better about things. Although I feel shame about them, I am glad to have survived it. There were times I didn't want to let go of my throat or put down the lighter. Because my anxiety was always there. It didn't seem to go away. But these scars are a testament to life, saying that I have put my mind, my body, and my soul through a personal hell that not all could understand.

My anxiety has its bad days, which cause me to panic and want to make it go away. But this past month, it's been easier to deal with things. I have a lot of support from my mom, my friends, and my followers. I'm also in therapy, which helps a lot. Even though I can talk about a lot of the same things, it helps to have that constant person who listens to you and doesn't judge you. Writing helps me a lot too. If its here or in a book, it gives me something to look forward to. I'm glad to share my experiences that can hopefully help someone. If you want to talk, leave me a message here, DM me on my Instagram lame_dude_20, or my Kik Kingsebastianisdead. I can hopefully give advice to help.

Thanks for listening. Write again soon.

[sweetfirebird]

one more “lost” snippet

from my old tumblr/LJ. Charlie and Will meet at a masquerade ball.

 “You seem lost.”

That was an understatement. Charlie had no idea what he was doing in this place. He knew how he’d gotten here, the way he usually ended up in strange and uncomfortable situations—his family. Katia’s current boyfriend had money. Not just money, but Money. Yesterday Charlie wouldn’t have gone so far as to say Old Money, but looking around this house had him changing his mind. Charlie hadn’t met the man yet, but so far he was outside of Katia’s usual type, and she seemed to know it, which was why she’d begged Charlie to attend the party the boyfriend’s family was throwing.

Not a party, a ball. At a house in Seacliff, although calling it a house was a bit of a misnomer as well. Charlie had grown up very comfortable financially, and he had to admit to feeling self-conscious around this much discreet wealth.

It had also been a while since he’d been among this many people, and all of them strangers. Katia had left him in the foyer to find her boyfriend after they’d arrived, and Charlie hadn’t seen her in the time since. She’d probably gotten lost in the house. He couldn’t blame her. He’d tried to disappear to a lounge or even the kitchen, but where there hadn’t been guests, there had been caterers and serving staff, so he’d climbed the stairs and come out here.

As hiding places went, it at least had a beautiful view, and Charlie wasn’t the only one who thought so.

The man leaning against the balcony didn’t look like the type who needed time away from a good party. The point of costumes was to be someone other than yourself and this costume party, this masquerade ball as they insisted on calling it, was no different. Charlie knew that. So perhaps this party goer wasn’t anything like his costume, which was… some sort of cowboy.

Realism hadn’t been the point of the costume, clearly. The man had chosen bright blue pants and a white shirt, with a flashy red kerchief tied around his neck. He had on a belt and holster, with a silver and orange plastic gun strapped to one leg. His black mask could have been a reference to the Lone Ranger, but since it didn’t match the rest of the outfit, Charlie assumed it was there to fit in with the masked theme of the party.

“Kind of butch, I know. But then, I was trying to be Joan Crawford in Johnny Guitar. She was a butch ass bitch,” the cowboy observed, as if guessing how confused Charlie was. He couldn’t see it on Charlie’s face; that was hidden by the mask Katia had chosen for him.

Charlie adjusted the mask nervously anyway. “Sorry,” he apologized immediately, then frowned. “Johnny Guitar?”

“Part of old Hollywood’s tradition of hiding queers in plain sight,” the cowboy explained, without actually explaining much. “My friend wants to impress someone here, so he wouldn’t let me wear something more flamboyant. Which made me think of hiding things in plain sight, like they had to do under the Hays Code in… Nevermind.” The cowboy sighed.

“I know what the Hays Office was. I just haven’t seen that movie.” Charlie heard the belligerent note in his voice and couldn’t explain it, except for the anxiety leaving him stressed. He hadn’t even touched a drink. “Sorry,” he said for the second time in a few minutes. “I thought I’d be alone out here.” He should probably go find some place unoccupied and wait for Katia to remember him.

“You know the Hays Code?” Instead of being offended, the cowboy perked up. He stood up from the balcony. Even at his full height, he’d have to look up to Charlie if they were standing face to face, which shouldn’t matter, except for how it somehow did. “Do you like old movies?”

Charlie adjusted his mask again. “I like them fine, but I read mostly,” he answered cautiously, wondering why Mr. Joan Crawford was asking. The cowboy had pale white skin, with honey-blond hair sticking out from under his cowboy hat. He moved with enough confidence to make Charlie wonder what costume he would have chosen without restrictions, but he didn’t ask. He was suddenly afraid to move away from the door. He’d walked up a lot of stairs to get here and he didn’t trust himself to move smoothly.

“I love them, as you may have guessed.” A pleased, proud smile curved the cowboy’s mouth, which was pink and full. Charlie hadn’t noticed before and felt stupid for not noticing, although he didn’t know what good it would do him. He wasn’t here to date, and even if he was, he had a feeling that this cowboy would have been out of his league. He was hardly shy. “In fact, I talk about them so much, my friends have learned to tune me out. It’s best not to get me started.”

“Your friends tune you out?” Charlie really didn’t mean for his voice get sharp, but when it did, the cowboy tipped his head up, as if he was trying to squint and see through Charlie’s mask. Charlie shook his head. “That’s none of my business.” He tightened his mouth. He tried. But stress from a drive into the city to deal with a crowd of people and a flight of steep stairs, and he was in no mood to be nice. “But if you want to go on about old movies, what’s wrong with that? And why not let you dress how you want? They didn’t have to ask you to this party. Your friends sound like assholes.”

The cowboy’s mouth dropped open. Charlie closed his eyes and let out a breath. “Sorry.” His family would have been shocked. He wasn’t sure what had come over him.

The soft laugh from across the balcony made him reopen his eyes. The cowboy had his head to one side. “Your costume is more appropriate than I thought at first, you big, snarly beast.”

Charlie put a hand to the wolf mask covering the top half of his face. Katia had chosen it, he’d thought to match her outfit. She’d wanted to be a princess, in a big, golden gown, and Charlie had watched the cartoon enough with Alicia to recognize that he was supposed to be the Beast to match.

The thing was, he didn’t match. Katia had picked out an old-fashioned dress suit for him, and a wolf mask, but the fur on the mask was gray, and the suit, although it fit him, was black, not blue like the one in the movie. He’d been grateful for that earlier, but now it seemed like one more odd thing to explain, like why the costume had come with a dented, tarnished crown, which Katia had also insisted he wear. The crown was crooked, and rest just over one of his fake pointed ears. The whole costume had probably been recycled from a different set.

Charlie stopped himself from self-consciously straightening the crown. “I’m not really like this,” he said at last, because he wasn’t. He didn’t snap and he didn’t snarl and he didn’t lose his temper over trivial things.

“I suppose not,” the cowboy sighed. “If you were the Beast in this situation, then I’d have to be the Beauty, wouldn’t I?”

“Well, aren’t you?” Charlie responded without thinking, and had never been so grateful to be wearing a mask.

The cowboy stopped, just, stopped in place. His breathing ceased for a moment with an audible catching sound. He pulled his hat off to let it hang from the back of his neck, and the setting sun seemed to set his hair on fire.

“Are you… one of those people?” He waved at the rest of the world, or the rest of the house, and all the attendees of the ball. Charlie shook his head but the cowboy barely paused. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Charlie said dryly. He already knew the cowboy wasn’t. The rich and powerful could wear whatever they wanted, but those people downstairs weren’t the kind who wanted flamboyant at their parties unless it was the entertainment.

“The crown suits you, anyway,” the cowboy murmured, sounding very young for a few moments. Then his smile returned. “Even if you are hiding out here.” He patted the top of the bench barely within his reach. “You can sit, if you like. You don’t need to find somewhere else... unless you have to get back to someone.”

Charlie narrowed his eyes, though he doubted the cowboy could see it. “She’ll call when she needs me,” he answered after a while, and wondered how it was that even with a mask on, he could still see how the cowboy’s face fell. “My sister,” he added, although he had no need to, and got hot under his starched, rented collar when that got such a radiant reaction. “How about you?”

“Me?” The cowboy took a single step in Charlie’s direction then abruptly turned to face the ocean. “Just my friend downstairs.”

“Trying to impress someone,” Charlie remembered. “But not you.”

He got a dismissive wave. “Not that all this luxury isn’t grand, or that I wouldn’t say no to a palace, but, um, no. Not me. Anyway.”

“Anyway?” It could have been prying to ask, but masks made things easier, Charlie was discovering. This was the strangest conversation he’d had in a while, but it was also the only conversation he’d had outside of work that he could remember. Which was so sad he didn’t want to think about it.

“Anyway, a guy who can’t get his friends to watch his favorite movies with him is hardly the type to net a prince.” The cowboy made a little sound. “Like who am I? Claudette Colbert? Norma Shearer as Marie Antoinette? I don’t think so.”

“Maybe Barbara Stanwyck?” Charlie suggested, his face burning beneath the mask. He vaguely recalled reading Stanwyck was from Brooklyn, which made her feel a little more accessible than someone like Claudette Colbert.

Again, the cowboy went still. This time the sound he made as his breathing hitched seemed almost painful. He turned around very slowly. “Who are you?” It was barely a whisper. His voice was strained, and for the first time Charlie wondered if something particular had driven the cowboy to hide out here, or if he had simply needed a moment alone too.

Charlie opened his hands, not certain how to answer the question. It wasn’t like his name was famous. He wasn’t even on the guest list, he was a plus one. “Do you want me to get you some champagne or something?”

“Are you sure you aren’t a prince?” The cowboy demanded again. Charlie couldn’t tell if he was teasing, but he shook his head one more time. “No, I don’t need a drink. But thank you. You should get one, if you want. That’s the good stuff down there.”

“I’d prefer a beer, to be honest.” Charlie scowled despite himself. So the cowboy had been partying downstairs and something had sent him up here. “Are you all right?”

“Me?” Another dismissive wave. It was less convincing this time. “I’m here for the view.” He wasn’t looking out at the ocean. “You still seem lost.”

“I don’t feel lost.” It was as though Charlie could no longer stop to think before he spoke. He sucked in a breath, but whatever he could possibly say to explain how he was talking was forgotten when the cowboy curled his hands against the balcony behind him and tilted his head back.

“The view’s better from here,” he offered, and Charlie had no doubt that it was. He wasn’t sure what was happening. Maybe the cowboy was drunk. Maybe Charlie was, somehow, intoxicated by the sea air and the sunset. Or it was the mask and the suit that made him seem like someone a man like that would want near him. Charlie had never been to a masquerade ball, hadn’t even worn a mask for Halloween past the sage of seven; he didn’t know the rules. But he stepped forward again anyway.

He forgot about his hip and his limp until a moment too late to keep it from being noticed, but if he saw, the other man didn’t comment. Up close, even with the mask, Charlie could see wide green eyes with thick, dark eyelashes. “I was right. You are Beauty.” He had never said anything like that in his life, not even when he had wanted to. But when the whisper made him stop in confused embarrassment, the cowboy reached out and dragged him closer. He very, very carefully placed both hands on either side of Charlie’s face but didn’t make any move to pull away the mask.

“You like men?” He seemed to need to confirm this, and Charlie didn’t have time to wonder why before he went on. “You aren’t here with anyone? No one but your sister? And you don’t have anyone?”

He let out a small sigh of happiness when Charlie shook his head.

“You don’t mind that I limp?” Charlie stared at the line of the man’s throat, the hint of a curve at his mouth. There was only a faint trace of champagne on the cowboy’s breath, and his gaze was steady.

“Are you in pain?” Those green eyes went wide, and that voice, not so strained anymore, was beginning to sound as honeyed as the man’s hair.

“Not right now,” Charlie answered honestly, and had no idea why that would make such a wide smile bloom on the cowboy’s face, but it made him smile in return.

“Then I don’t mind,” he was told. The cowboy was breathless. “I’m Will.”

“Will,” Charlie repeated firmly, cementing the name in his mind. “I’m Charlie.” He rested his palm against Will’s cheek, the ever so faint stubble, then dragged his thumb lightly across the corner of Will’s mouth. It twitched up into another smile.

“Charlie,” Will gave his name back to him. He ran his fingertips over the edge of Charlie’s mask.

“I’m not normally like this.” Charlie stressed, as though he wasn’t curving his hand to the back of Will’s head and drawing him closer.

“Maybe,” Will agreed, and made a sweet, soft sound when Charlie kissed him, the barest, briefest kiss he dared. “Or maybe,” Will added, licking his mouth before leaning up to kiss Charlie in return, just as lightly. “Or maybe you could be, if you wanted.”

The words made no sense. Charlie was hardly a fairy tale prince, and even if he was, Will wasn’t a princess, he was cowboy who was supposed to be Joan Crawford. But Will slid his hands to Charlie’s rented costume and let himself be kissed, and pressed to the balcony, and unmasked, as if Charlie had every right. He pulled Charlie’s mask away as if he had that right too, but kept the crown where it was, and he kissed Charlie back until his voice was hoarse and the sun had finished setting. And it was exactly where they were meant to be.

[38-planes]

The Wild Child Of “Come From Away”

Logo: New Now Next [April 3, 2017]

Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out leading ladies, talks playing a real-life hero, making out with Idina Menzel, and lesbians in open relationships.

On September 11, 2001, after terrorists flew jets into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, authorities closed United States airspace to all air traffic. In the remote Canadian town of Gander, Newfoundland, 38 passenger jets suddenly landed on the airstrip, and were grounded until further notice.

Instead of treating them as intruders, the town opened its homes and hearts to 7,000 strangers from all over the world. By the time the visitors departed, cultures had come together and lifelong friendships had formed.

The hit musical Come From Away tells this sprawling story with a foot-stomping Celtic band and a dozen versatile actors portraying some 50 real-life characters, many of whom flew in from Newfoundland to dance onstage with the actors on opening night.

The show packs a political punch at this ungenerous moment in America—a point that hung in the air when Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau invited Donald Trump to attend a recent performance. (The President declined but sent Ivanka.) Critics took the musical’s subtext to heart. The Washington Post called it “an exuberant antidote for what ails the American soul.”

For extra exuberance, there’s star Jenn Colella, one of Broadway’s few out lesbian leading ladies. In Come From Away, Colella sings her heart out as real-life pilot Beverley Bass, one of the pilots who landed at Gander on 9/11. But Colella, 43, been attracting fangirls ever since she rode a mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy, rocked the butch title role in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles, and played one-half of a lesbian couple in If/Then.

On the phone in her dressing room before a recent performance, with her girlfriend chiming in, Colella told us about her life as an irresistible wild child, from her current relationship à trois to the occasional makeout session with Idina Menzel.

How would you describe the story of Come From Away?

Jen Colella: For me, it’s about welcoming people because they need help. I don’t know where we got away from the habit of being kind, but kindness and compassion is where we live. We all have access to it, and it requires practice.

How was it for the cast when Justin Trudeau and Ivanka Trump came to the show? How was it for you?

It was extraordinary to have them here, and have them together. People are drawn to this show who know that everyone is good at heart, people who are drawn to a sort of kindness movement that’s in the air right now. Justin knows that’s the best possible way to lead people, and I believe Ivanka does as well, or else she wouldn’t have joined.

Did you speak with Ivanka?

We didn’t. It was Justin’s night. He made a speech before, and I believe Ivanka ducked out a little early out of respect, so as not to take anything away from him. But the show is direct address–we can see the audience very clearly. She was truly enjoying herself and smiling and laughing and crying and was really in it, so I know she had a good time.

You play Captain Beverley Bass, who blazed her own trails as the first female captain for American Airlines. She seems like the most clearly defined hero in Come From Away. How did you two meet?

After our final preview [at La Jolla Playhouse], Beverley and her husband Tom arrived at a restaurant across the street. We spotted one another from across the room. She came over and said, “I think you’re playing me,” and I said, “I think you’re right!” I’m so grateful that they’ve chosen me to play this badass pioneer for women. I feel the privilege and responsibility of it.

Like all the actors, you play several characters in Come From Away. Aside from Captain Beverley, you play this enchantingly gay-looking woman in a T-shirt and vest. Was my gaydar going off correctly with that character, or is she just Canadian?

She’s just Canadian! Actually that character, Annette, is quite male-crazy. She likes the men that come off these planes. But I have faith that Annette would be open to women as well. I’m going to throw that into the show tonight and see how it plays.

I was googling you, and the first thing I saw was this hashtag: #jennfuckingcolella. Do you have lesbian fangirls?

I do, and it feels so good! Everybody’s respectful, but, yes, to receive that kind of energy from women fuels me. It feels, again, like a privilege and a responsibility. And I’m so thrilled that I’m out and the age that I am, and I feel confident and capable to be a good role model for gay women.

How do women reach out to you?

Some fans will see shows many, many times. I have one awesome fan—I don’t know if these people are even gay, to tell you the truth—but one girl has my signature tattooed over her heart.

I’d say that’s a clue.

She hasn’t come out to me, you know? So I don’t want to assume. But I get a lot of baked goods, sweet cards, flowers. Chicks are so good at gifts, right? I ride a scooter around town, because I’m like a 12-year-old, and one of my fans actually presented me with a new scooter. Yeah, they mean it. It’s awesome.

Let’s go back to the tattoo: Did you autograph her chest and then she went and got the autograph tattooed?

She’d seen If/Then many, many times. She said, “Hey, will you sign this piece of paper for me?” I did, and then later she came back and showed me her tattoo. Isn’t that awesome?

You sometimes subbed in for Idina Menzel as the lead in If/Then. What was that like?

Idina is an amazing person, and super sweet and fun. She and I like to flirt a lot. We made out a couple of times, which was super, super hot and fun. I like to tell as many people that as possible. Great kisser.

How exactly did that come to pass?

The best part is, my girlfriend is in the dressing room with me right now, and she keeps looking up and giving me these like sexy little smiles. Anyway, Idina’s straight—mostly—in the way that I’m mostly gay. And I would just wear her down at parties, just walk by and say, “We should make out.” Just trying to constantly put little seeds into her beautiful brain. She took me up on it once or twice.

Aside from making out, did you and Idina ever sing together?

Onstage, we had many opportunities to sing together, and that voice is just inimitable.

As is yours. In fact, speaking of Idina’s great roles, did you ever do Elphaba the witch, in Wicked?

People are always asking me that! I finally had to tell them to stop asking me to come in, because I am terrified that I would lose my mind and my voice. I’m going to leave that to those professional belters and try to save this loud-ass belt that I’ve got for as long as possible.

Although it would be really cool to do a gay Elphaba.

I hear you. I hadn’t thought about that. You know what, though, I want to play Bobby in Company. [A 2016 London production reversed genders to feature a woman in the famous leading role of a commitment-phobic bachelor and the loves of his New York circle of friends.]

Your girlfriend’s listening in, so she’ll appreciate this. What kind of woman is attractive to you? Do you have a type?

I like people who are balanced in their masculine and feminine energies. I like girly girls who aren’t afraid to wear ripped jeans and play in the mud. I joked when my girlfriend got here, “You dressed like a little dyke for me today!” She’s wearing ripped jeans and her big belt and a cut Women’s March t-shirt. Yeah! Then as I’m getting older, I realize that what I find sexy is someone who’s smart and kind and funny. I’m attracted to the whole world, is the truth.

Any quality in a woman that’s a deal breaker for you?

Yeah. An unawareness, right? If someone treats a server unkindly—snaps at a server, or anyone in the service industry—that is such a deal breaker for me. I can’t.

Does your girlfriend like seeing you in uniform as Captain Beverley onstage?

[She repeats the question to her girlfriend.] She likes seeing me in everything.

I was going to ask you about starring in The Beebo Brinker Chronicles [the 2008 Off-Broadway adaptation of Ann Bannon’s iconic novels of lesbians before Stonewall]. Has anyone ever talked about filming it?

Lily Tomlin was one of our producers on that play, and she and Jane Wagner talked about possibly filming it during that time, but I haven’t heard any more about it. So, yeah, we can put that back out in the universe as well.

Definitely. Those lesbian pulp paperback days were very sexy.

True. That was one of the sexiest shows I’ve ever worked on. It was fun to be the butch lesbian that all the girls were swooning over.

Not that different from your real life, is it?

[Laughing] It was fun to have that as my job.

I know I’m asking in front of your girlfriend, but do you see yourself in the future marrying and quote unquote settling down? Are you interested in kids?

I’ve been married a couple of times.

To women?

Yeah. My joke is, chicks love it when you propose. I had two wonderful marriages, and I’m a big fan of the institution of marriage if it is truly an equal partnership. But my girlfriend and I are in an open relationship, and that feels really lovely and right for me right now.

So you’re both seeing other people?

She’s actually married to a man. I’m kind of dating them both. They have a little kid whom I adore. And I’m also dating someone else, and, you know, my girlfriend just got on OKCupid, and it’s all very open. There’s a lot of respect and a lot of communication and a lot of trust. It’s quite lovely.

Usually lesbians can’t do that, at least the lesbians I know. Gay men can stay together 50 years, and they manage to keep their exterior lives very hot and vital and yet preserve these lasting relationships. What’s different about you that you can do that?

What I’ve found is that if women are intimate with one another, there’s such an emotional connection that happens. That’s what can be scary for the primary partner: If you have an emotional connection with someone else, how is there going to be any room left for me? But our hearts are much more open and capacious than we give them credit for. There’s no better or best in my world of love. I have boundless love. So the more I can trust myself and love myself, and trust and love my partners, then I’m finding there’s an infinite amount to explore.

Come From Away is now on Broadway at the Schoenfeld Theatre

[ukendeavour]

A Ship worth Shipping

A few years ago, if you’d have asked me who I ship harder than any other couple I’d have told you Tibette from the L Word. I’d spend six seasons, like everyone else, hoping and praying these two would like get together, stay together and be a family with their daughter Angie.

That all changed one day when my friend @gaymo said to me, there is this new show and they are getting lesbian’s right. so I followed her into the rabbit hole, not knowing what to expect. I was scared. Tibette had broken and shattered my little lesbian heart, I was scared to see what was going to happen.

Sarah (@gaymo) sent me the pilot episode of a ‘little show’ called The Fosters. I had seen bit of it on my dash on tumblr, as the whole of 1a had aired before I saw the first episode. I sat myself down and started to watching the pilot. First we saw Stef, looking slightly butch in her uniform with her phone strapped to her belt listening to a young man playing the piano (at the time I had no idea that was her son) then we meet Lena, who put up her lovely hair and took in a girl from Juvie without asking her partner.

Yet it was these two things that started my ship sailing. It was something else. It was the fact that Stef walked into the kitchen, while her family settled down for dinner and kissed her woman of ten years hello.  I WAS HOOKED. That’s all it took. Not the mama tiger moment, or even Stef pushing Lena playfully across the bed. No it was the normalisation of a life I had only recently full ventured into.

I came out of the closet a little late. I was twenty-six when I finally found it in myself to say I’m gay out loud and admit it to myself completely. Unfortunately for me the reason I decided to come out was after the death of close family friend to breast cancer, which left behind a husband and three amazing boys. I decided life was too short and I had to start living.

My ship at the time Tina Kennard and Bette Porter, weren’t the role models I’d made them out to be in my head. I mean there was more cheating and drama in their lives I’m shocked they were still together when Jenny died (killed herself or was murder, a question we will never get answered and the creator doesn’t even care. I hate unanswered questions,)

However, Stef and Lena changed everything. I was hooked. I wanted to write fan fiction again, I wanted to find the fan dom. And did so. Making a few friends and meeting my amazing girlfriend along the way.

I’m not saying it been plain sailing, yet my Adams Foster ship has no hit the rocks and they’ve been through hell. The time line of the show has barely moved and we’re nearly at the end of the season four. They’ve done more in their time on our screen that we ever thought possible. I mean they’ve got married twice. How many ships make it to a first wedding never mind a second one with sexy kissing in the rain.

We’ve watched Stef transform herself with a difficult cancer storyline. Lena got hit on by her boss, (SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD STEF RIGHT AWAY BUT THIS IS TV) and it only took them about half an episode to make up when the secret came out.

Their relationship feels and comes across more real than anything I’ve witness on television. Some of the bits have felt more like fanfiction. (taking in the kiss in 01x18, the love scene in 03x14 and our rain kiss in 04x16) we’ve had rough times, with them not talking to each other, them being distant, even them losing their daughter, yet they stand proud and together. they love each other no matter what.

I’ve not always agreed with the directors/writers/creators of the show. I’ve had a row in Bradley on twitter (which I later said sorry for as I’d misjudged something) I am not always happy with the lack of affection or kiss or hugs. Then they give us a kiss like we got last week in The Long Haul and you know that life is a little better than it was before. Social media makes it so much easier for us all to connect now and we can air our questions/arguments directly at the people behind the scenes.

There is so much still to learn about the couple and some questions which I feel we will never know the answer too, like where/when/how did Stef get her two interlocked heart necklace? (something she’s worn since the pilot,) and where and who bought the bracelet’s which they both wear on their right wrist (there are theories but no answers).

There are also lot of details in their relationship which help this ship sail so much better. I mean Lena is always at the head of the table, and appears to do most of the cooking. Stef has a terrible sense of humour, that Lena laughs at. They have a thing for slapping each other’s ass’s (it may have only happened three times, 02x14, 03x03 and 03x18 but it’s a thing), their who will be on top joke, Stef drives if the family is together, Lena carries a purse and Stef carries her wallet phone and keys. Lena has a thing for handcuffs (brought up twice, once with her wearing Stef’s uniform, my temperature just rose thinking about it). All these things make you believe they have been together for years. They know each other so well.

They are also very different people. Stef is ‘butch’ (I know some people don’t like the word but she is) she’s a jeans and shirt kinda girl. She has found herself, since having cancer. She is the person you’d see in the street and your mind will say gay. even if she wasn’t. Stef is openly affectionate. Not just with words but gestures. She likes to touch Lena a lot and there are lots of little touches.

Lena on the other hand is fem. If you saw her on the street you wouldn’t think she was gay, unless she was holding hands with Stef, which I think would be rare given the speech she gave Jude on season 1. She’s a less into the PDA but at home it’s completely different. Lena is really the head of the family, even if Stef is dealing with most of the discipline.

Lena is a passionate woman, she is usually the first to mention sex whereas Stef sometimes needs to learn to see the signals. (we all remember the scene in 01x05). She got the hint when Lena walked in, in panties and tank top and her uni shirt but hey who wouldn’t see that signal. Stef is still learning to not be such a prude. We’ve learnt she can’t even say the world orgasm. (that scene in 02x16) whereas Lena is open and honest about sex.

I’m lucky to have found this ship. To have friends who ship it as much as I do. TV has been crying out for a couple like Stef and Lena Adams Foster and we’re now lucky enough to have them. We know in our hearts that they are together no matter what. They stand as a unit to fight the world. Side by side they can do anything. I’ve learnt to trust the writers/creators over the past few years, it took a lot. Trust me. But in the end. We really do have the best ship, the best couple and two actresses’ in Sherri Saum and Teri Polo that just bring it. Their chemistry is unmatchable.

All in all

We are one lucky fan dom.

S

[deadbitchonline]

1-50

1. Femme or butch?

I’m... somewhere, idk

2. Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it

I really like chubby or goth gals but like, I also really like all girls

3. Plaid button-ups or leather jackets?

Lov the heather

4. Describe your style

Goth & punk shit you can’t buy anywhere. Lots of denim. I’m... probably gonna try to figure out how to make my own clothes because shopping for clothes that are size 2 and goth af is fucking impossible. There are no stores that sell clothes for me.

5. Describe your aesthetic

Lots of eyes, I like graveyards and shitty jpeg residue. I like glitchy psychedelic dreamscape shit. If something’s weird enough to make people turn their heads, I am enthralled. My only exception is corpses, I have a serious fear of dead things.

6. Favorite article of clothing?

I have a really cool, big skirt that I often wear with lots of belts... The thing weighs a lot

7. Favorite pair of shoes?

My Doc Martins

8. Current haircut?

~1.25 feet of straight black hair

9. Any haircut goals for the future?

If my face was a little bit rounder I’d really want to bob my hair, but like, I’d have to gain some serious weight and feminize my face quite a bit in order to pull it off

10. Describe the best date you’ve been on

I’ve... never really been on a date

11. Describe the worst date you’ve been on

See #10

12. Single? Taken?

Single! Pls flirt with me

13. If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife!

:X

14. If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife?

Somebody who can match my personality

15. Describe your dream wedding

Absolute chaos. I never want to host a formal event in my life. This might sound emo as fuck but I definitely want to wear a black dress. 

16. Do you want kids?

Absolutely not

17. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

I don’t know...

18. Favorite lesbian movie?

But I’m a Cheerleader... I haven’t watched too many wlw movies yet rip

19. Favorite lesbian novel/story?

Uhhhhh haven’t read any I don’t think :(

20. Favorite lesbian song?

Jenny by Studio Killers

21. Favorite lesbian musician?

https://rooksfeather.bandcamp.com/ Please text me if you know her! I need more friends

22. What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any?

I’m the goth lesbian...

23. Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal?

Most people just assume I’m a boy so I mean

24. If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that?

It’s so incredibly easy to woo me. Compliment me and buy me food (giving me food is key. I have a food kink so this will woo me 100% of the time)

25. Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian?

Relief from toxic masculinity

26. Are you more of a cat person or a dog person?

A cat person

27. Turn ons?

Eating, being touched (I’m super touch-starved), honestly if anybody ever tried to come on to me it would probably work at this point

28. Turn offs?

Smoking, alcohol, drugs. Typos and fakeness.

29. Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you?

I... wait. Which is unfortunate cuz I think other people take me as somebody who would ask girls out but I’m way too shy for that and I really really really like the idea of being asked out

30. What is your dream career?

I want to be an artist more than anything else

31. Talk about your interests or hobbies!

I love art, writing, & videogames! I’m a total sci-fi nerd and I just love to create things! 

32. What is the most attractive quality a woman can have?

The confidence that I’m already wrapped around her manipulative fingers

33. Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone?

It takes some time for me

34. Ever fallen for your best-friend?

no

35. Ever fallen for a straight girl?

Uhhhh yeah 

36. The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?)

I... haven’t seen it whoops!

37. Favorite comfort food?

Mac & cheese

38. Coffee or tea?

Tea!

39. Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above?

I’m not vegan or vegetarian. I hate the texture of most meats so I don’t eat too much meat, but like. Some meat is soooo good and vegetarianism is not more sustainable than meat eating, and it won’t eliminate meat industries.

40. Do you have any pets?

Ye! My dogs Dr. Grimsly von Frankenstein and Trixie! Also a bunny and some fish

41. Early-riser or night-owl? Early-riser sort of. I can’t help waking up at 7 but I will remain in bed as long as possible.

42. What is your sign?

Aries

43. Can you drive?

Yes

44. Who was your first lesbian crush?

Emma I guess?

45. At what age did you know you were a lesbian?

So, I always knew I liked girls but gender expression has been a really complex issue for me for a very long time. I’ve felt off, like I didn’t belong as a boy for my whole life, but only really began to realize something was up at 15. I came out to my parents and I’m unsure of how I currently identify but I’ve gone from thinking I was completely transgender to genderfluid to other nonbinary identities and now I’m just kind of. Somewhere. I currently use she/her/they/them pronouns and uhhhh I’m still figuring myself out but I know for sure that I want to make some changes to my body. I want to dress more femininely and I currently identify as a lesbian because it just. Feels right I guess? And I kinda hate being tied to masculinity in any way so

46. At what age did you come out (if you have)?

I came out to my parents at age 15

47. Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)?

Um, yeah... Nothing will ever happen tho

48. Talk about how your day went

Lots of driving, not a whole lot of anything else. I went to a zoo because of my brother’s birthday and zoos always make me feel depressed... But like, we went to some art museums yesterday so that trip was worth it. I’m kinda tired now, I’m gonna sleep soon.

49. Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future

I want to become a known personality. I want to make a serious mark on this world. I don’t really want to be famous or rich, I just want people to know who I am and I want my art to be sold and my views expressed and witnessed. I want to get married some day... I want to have a happy life free from capitalistic bullshit

50. Least favorite gay celebrity?

Caitlyn Jenner is a piece of shit