#punch bowl queer

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two flags with the same format of 5 horizontal, even stripes, with a cocktail glass shape on the left. The Pink Lady Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; dark raspberry, salmon pink, pale rose, and white. The cocktail glass has dark raspberry line art, with a thinner salmon pink and dark raspberry outline. The drink is colored salmon pink with a thin white line on the top.

The Black Window Cocktail flag is colored, from top to bottom; Black, carmine red, jasper red, light coral, and black. The cocktail glass has black line art with a thinner jasper red and black outlines. The drink is split between jasper red on top and very dark purple on the bottom. /end ids

Pink Lady [Cocktail]

Pt: Pink Lady [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors pink and white

Black Widow [Cocktail]

Pt: Black Widow [Cocktail] /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors red and black

Coined on October 23rd, 2024

Colors based on the drinks, part of the Beverage Presentation System [link] by @satyrradio and Punch Bowl [link] by @blood-moon-night-coining

Tagging @radiomogai @obscurian and @presentationflag-archive

[kiruliom]

rainbow slushie

a queer term for those who present themselves through the colors of the rainbow, exclusively or not. can alternatively be called rainbow paradise cocktail

(whats considered rainbow is up to interpertation for the user. aka it can include certain colors or not, use pink instead of red, etc.)

under the beverage presentation system by @/satyrradio. can be considered under punch bowl.

please do not reupload without permission and credit

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: two rectangular flags with five evenly-sized horizontal stripes. about half of the flags are taken up by simplified drinking glass symbols, with vertical gradients inside them. the first flag’s stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: black, pink-red, warm pink, pastel pink, and black. the second flag’s stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: pink-orange, warm pink, bright yellow, pastel yellow, and pink-orange. END ID.]

berry mojito: any queer person who presents their gender through the colors black and pink.

pink lemonade: any queer person who presents their gender through the colors pink and yellow.

part of the beverage presentation system by @satyrradio, and can be considered subsets of punch bowl, by @blood-moon-night-coining!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @presentationflag-archive @gender-mailman

[naptimeneos]

⸝⸝ REGAL TWILIGHT - image id in alt id & under cut

a flag for queer people who expresses their gender through the colours yellow / gold and purple. part of the beverage presentation system / punch bowl beverage system.

coined by plush, flag by div !

(alt id ; a flag with five stripes. the outer two stripes are a dark yellow with two lighter yellow lines separating them from the middle stripes. the middle stripes follow a dark purple to lilac gradient. to the left, there is a symbol of a cocktail glass. it follows a purple to gold gradient, has a dark purple outline, and has yellow sparkles near the bottom.)

(alternative version of the flag that has the symbol more centered)

[crazy-iwascrazyonce1]

Blueberry citrus smoothie/Blueberry lemonade: a term for any queer person who presents one’s gender through the colors orange and blue/blue and yellow!

Subset of punch bowl. Symbol source: link (link)

[i didn’t realize but blueberry lemonade is an alternative to https://www.tumblr.com/serasol s 'ocean blue lemonade, forgive me-]

[omegalomania]

What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

[yourlilkaiju]

Here is the Reason Why I Am Not A Destiel Fan Anymore:

And the reasons I refuse to go back to being one:

So in retrospect, the SuperWhoLock fandom has been by and large a pretty big fandom that has been running a good while. I don't think it's stopped. I have always loved Doctor Who, as that- alongside the works of Mr.Henson and the brilliant creations from his creature shop, were my first introductions to all things weird and other worldly. Horror was another story. I will be more than happy to talk about that another day. So as time went on, in abouts the late summer/early fall of 2005, right before I turned 13, I was introduced to Supernatural. Starring Jared Padelecki and Jensen Ackles. The person I was watching it with was bouncing up and down, all excited because "Oh my gosh, it's so nice to see you watching something other than anime." (The cow.), and because it was nearing Halloween time and it was both of our favorite time of year for two very different reasons. This would end up being the start of my enjoyment of a long running series that had a good premise, but a very confusing story line after season five. (Sorry but it felt...skewed after that point. But I stayed loyal.) In any case, I eventually started shipping Destiel because of the constant queer baiting. Which didn't exactly, idk help the situation? And with that I ended up being a shipper for a good seven and a half, I repeat, SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING YEARS. Hardly anyone sticks with a shop that long. (But being autistic you kind of stick with a lot of things for a long ass time. *Mumbles something about a certain one winged angel from the nineties*.)

My enjoyment of the ship came to a close when I was at a fantasy convention the spring of 2016. I was at one of the Double tree locations with an ex of mine and dressed up as a fae queen, laughing, having a good time and just having good conversations with the people at our table. I was with a troupe that my ex and I had started and we were initially responsible for acting out as "hosts" for the opening and closing for these events, and even "opening the portals to the realms" 🙄. When out of character we were still expected to be gracious hosts....well, more like I was. The man could get away with spilling a punch bowl over his head while mooning an entire audience, yet still somehow do no wrong. If I complained, or made a peep in my defense, the whole world would come crashing down. Even with some of the people we spent time with. And some of the people we spent time with were Destiel shippers who liked to bring strangers into our space without asking, or without any given warning or invitation. At that time, it'd been Supernatural fans who were not only Destiel shippers....but also Cockles fans.

[I am going to pause for a moment here because I feel the need to emphasize that shipping is fine. Shipping is a great way to escape reality for a period of time and even let loose the pent up need for some sort of intimacy in ones life, regardless of the type that is needed. But to allow it to interfere with reality, to force real people into seeing each other and actually make it so that it can't be left alone for years after? That's where there is an issue. And people who can't see that need to re-evaluate themselves and get some fucking help.]

There were few things that my ex and I agreed on, and one of them had been that uninvited guests had been a nono. However, the rules at play prevented me from saying anything while in costume. He had to dismiss the person. He had to tell them it was time to go and that "appreciated the travellers journey, however it was time for the court to take it's respite." . And yet he didn't. So as these people went on, our troupe laughed and carried on with the conversation. I did my best to segue into a different topic, and tried my hardest not to show discomfort. Because to do so would be breaking the rules. The uninvited guests went on....and on...and on. They ignored my attempts and ignored the fact that I had requested two glasses of wine and a white Russian. They carried on about how Destiel was technically canon, and how Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins were secretly dating behind the scenes. I looked for any reason I could to get the hell out of dodge. And I found my salvation when I found a friend of mine standing over by the bar.

"Pardon me, my dear..." I said, with a soft lilt in my voice. "As compelling as this conversation has been, I find that I have urgent business with a friend of the forest." As bewildered as my poor guest was, I immediately left before they could say anything more. I hated the conversation. I hated feeling trapped. It felt draining and honestly, going to my friend was the best decision I felt that I could make. And when I got to him, he mentioned that I looked like I needed help. And for a man like my ex to not say anything, he was a little disappointed.

Over the next few years, I ran into several more of these shippers at events that I'd helped run. I insisted that the rules be changed, and while he did not like it, he knew that I would not back down on the issue. The same people tried joining our gathering by one of our troupe members behest, and without warning. Upon recognizing me, they grew excited and hoped to continue the conversation from the last time they'd seen me.

"Why don't we talk about something else?" I groaned. I recalled the unpleasant experience I had with them last time as they hardly allowed a word in edgewise.

There was a long pause.

As if summoning a great storm, I was suddenly accused of being homophobic and told that I only played a queen because I whined and sobbed my way into it. And I stood there, allowing the insults to continue until they couldn't anymore. I figured it was just best to let them kick dirt at a statue and smile at them exhausting themselves.

I'm sure some of you may think me a horrible person fo this. I am sure some of you are thinking "why are you telling us this? There's no point."

Because some of you need to know the extent of how some fandoms and their shippers behave.

Back then Destiel and Cockles were as bad as LDS's. Now...well they're still just as bad. But twice as aggressive. And while I was one, I don't think I ever went that far. I would often ask things like "Aren't those two married?" When it came to the Cockles fans. Or say "I'm from way south Alabama and experienced ISA, please stop." To the Wincest shippers. Every single time I would say something like this, some would try to come directly for my throat. Literally. Hell, someone grabbed me by the hair once. All because I dared to disagree.

It's a fucking series.

With fictional characters.

Played by actors.

And all the special effects are done by the crew.

But some people can't seem to grasp that.

I refuse to entangle myself back in that sticky little web and I would rather watch it burn itself out. I would prefer to see it go up in flames as it gets rejected by the fandoms it tries to infect, JUST because it is politely disagreed with.

Because it doesn't leave people alone after being told no or receiving the sense that, maybe, a person is uncomfortable.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Scar Tissue II

Summary: “Oh, you're standing on business, huh?” You grinned and he laughed, his palm falling down to your feet, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the curve of your ankle and you almost groaned out aloud.

Pairing: Joe x afab!Reader

Word Count: ~4.5k (Idk either, okay?)

Content Warnings: Emotional Constipation, Awkward And Angsty, Two Idiots In Love, Explicit Trauma Flashbacks, Pining And Yearning, Drinking, Fluff, Smut 18+!, A Poorly Closeted Daddy Kink, Age Gap, Unprotected Intercourse, Crying

A/N: Punching the air, sliding down the stairs, inhaling sawdust

Find Chapter I here!

Tagging: @somepallings @queer-crusader @crimsonkingart @ohlookapan

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I′d still have my baby and my babe would have me

- Work Song By Hozier

The repeated scratching of a felt-tip highlighter pen across recycled newspaper pages caught your attention.

“Joe?” The man sitting at the breakfast table right in front of you raised his brows gently as his name slipped from your lips.

“Hm?” He hummed in return, the sound getting slightly muffled by his beard.

“Something interesting in there?” His eyes fell to the paper before darting back to you.

“Listings.” The word came with a certain reluctance as if he had to work it out of his throat.

“Listings?” You repeated, watching his gaze turn apologetic immediately.

You knew that expression, had seen it plenty lately, but still couldn't quite pinpoint its origin. There was nothing to your knowledge that Joe needed to feel sorry for when it came to you. Quite the contrary, actually, you sensed a certain notion of remorse tugging at your insides for the bomb you had yet to drop on him.

“Yeah, it's…it's actually nothing. Forget about it.” He put the pen to the side, briefly idle fingers latching onto the spoon in his cup promptly.

“Okay, weirdo.” The crow's feet in the corners of his eyes crinkled as the idea of a grin ghosted over his face.

“I'm out tonight.” Head-first into the icy water was the best approach, you'd decided.

“Oh.”, Oh? What do you mean - oh?, “Rose and the gang?”

You cringed a little, jaw clenching as you shook your head. Joe would be worried and there was nothing either of you could do about it.

“More like…Stan.” The fuse was lit and now you just waited for the damn thing to detonate.

“Stan? Who's Stan?” You felt your heart hammer against your chest, not in anger or annoyance over Joe maybe caring a bit too much sometimes but more in worry about accidentally hurting him.

“Stan as in my boss Stan. That Stan.” The awkwardness hung so heavy that it felt like trying to breathe in through a mouth full of molasses - lungs clumping together at the attempt to form coherent words.

“Work outing? Sounds nice-” The sudden urge to just throw him through a shut window tugged at your imagination.

“No. A date, Joe. I'm going on a date.” For a moment you wished to never have agreed to it just to spare yourself the way Joe looked at you, the lack of blinking telling you about the myriad of things that would remain unspoken.

“Okay.”, The silver spoon clinked against the cup as he shoved it around with his thumb, “Have fun. Take care.”

From awkward to painful it went within a hitching breath.

“I just- I just want you to know that I'm going to be home a bit later than usual, yeah?” You watched his eyes fall back down onto whatever information it was he had circled so meticulously, this time they didn’t raise back up.

“Thank you for letting me know. I appreciate it.” He wasn't lying but he wasn't telling you the full truth either, the slight strain in his voice giving him away.

“Of course. See you later then.” Although he didn't see it, you worked your face to smile at him as you got up from the table, leaving a now thoroughly lacklustre bowl of soggy cereals behind.

The second the door fell shut behind you, Joe dropped the newspaper; neon-yellow lines staring back at him as if they were mocking him.

“The fuck am I even thinking?” He mouthed into the now empty kitchen, unsure whether to just tear the damn paper up or not.

Guilt didn't even begin to describe that sensation that constricted his chest at this very moment. He tried to shake it off, to just shove it aside but he couldn’t help himself but to turn his phone to the loudest possible volume - just in case.

“You limp-wristed bastard.” The word rolled over your tongue as you turned the keys in the front door, fingers shaky and trembling from the flood of emotions crushing through you since you hopped off the bus and walked back home at a brutally stern pace.

You didn't notice just how hard you were grinding your jaws onto another until you worked yourself out of your jacket and threw it on the hallway floor. The sound hadn't fully faded as Joe came walking from the living room already, a pair of thick-rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“You're back early.” The sentence half question and half obvious statement.

“Got…stood up.” Your voice broke halfway through, the words trickling from quivering lips in a pathetic croak.

“Didn't know what I expected.” The immediate self-loathing followed suit.

How dare you think that this could've led somewhere? How dare you assume to move on with those invisible shackles pulling and dragging at your feet no matter where you tried to walk?

“Don't.” Joe had wrapped you in a gentle embrace in a split second, his voice soft and earnest as he practically whisked you away.

“I don't get it.” You sniffled into his chest, from electric excitement to upset misery in a swift handful of hours tearing at an already terribly fragile sense of self-worth.

“Did he call? Did he text?” You shook your head in the confined space you had left.

With the motion, you could hear Joe groan out under his breath, the tone of anger vibrating with it undeniable.

“That's just a shit move. I'm so sorry, pumpkin.” His arms closed down around you tightly, his whole chest eagerly swallowing all the sobs wrecking through your larynx whether you wanted them to or not.

“He's not responding either. I don't know what happened.” It took a bit to calm yourself enough to form a full sentence and you wiped teary cheeks against his fuzzy, loose cut shirt.

“Well, he better tell you tomorrow or I'll make him.” You looked up at Joe, feeling the thin coat of mascara smearing around your lash line.

“I'm joking….unless?” Neither of you could hold back a genuine little grin and if he would've been able to, Joe would've tattooed the image of you flashing a smile through glazed-over eyes into his retina.

“I'll come back to that tomorrow.” As your breaths calmed down back to normal, Joe's embrace around you loosened up, allowing you to pick up your bag and proudly parade the little treasure you'd bought in compensation.

“Do you, perchance, feel inclined to join me drown that shit day in way too pricey tequila that I may or may not have bought on an angry whim?” You raised the heavy bottle up to Joe's line of sight.

“If you'll have me.” Joe ogled the bottle with softly raised brows as he stepped away, making way for the both of you to find more comfort on the sofa than standing in the hallway.

Joe certainly didn't mind you enjoying an occasional drink or even more than that. He knew about its temptations all too well and had been adamant about guiding you onto a path of considerate substance abuse rather than finding you passed out at the bus stop on the night of your 21st birthday. Not that he'd ever really expected this to happen but rather safe than sorry in his opinion.

“Do we have limes in the fridge?” You asked, trying not to be an absolute savage and, at least, pitch the thought of preparing actual shots instead of just putting a bendy straw into the bottle and calling it a day.

“Can you imagine me buying limes?” Joe took to the living room after shrugging his shoulders.

“I take this as a no then.” An attempt had been made.

You wiped your under-eyes with your fingers as you slumped down onto the sofa, watching Joe fetch two glasses and unscrew the bottle. He poured generously and a sense of contentment spread in your chest as you appreciated how you didn't need to play pretend around him. He knew you preferred your glasses properly filled and he acknowledged it; simple.

“So, this Stan just didn't show up, huh?” Joe sat down onto the sofa after handing you your glas, hoisting your stretched out feet onto his thighs as to not disturb your comfort and for a heartbeat you felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat - the tender touch of his broad hands around your ankles working up your legs at lightning speed.

You shut down the accompanying thoughts immediately, snuffed any spark of them because no, just no. There were things not to be thought about, especially not with your feet gingerly resting on Joe's lap, not when the slightest touch went through you like an electric current, causing you to clench around nothing without the faintest hints of alcohol having passed your lips.

“Ate them fucking fries myself.” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to shake everything else off as well.

“Fries? Where were you going?!” Joe toasted to you before taking a hefty mouthful - that was certainly something you had adapted straight from him.

“The diner downtown.” Joe had to swallow quickly because his jaw threatened to just drop.

“He wanted to take you out on a date at the diner?!” The alcohol burned down his throat, strangely comforting and spreading the violent warmth all throughout his chest.

“Is that so outlandish?” You arched your brows at him and took a more careful approach to your drink.

“Unfortunately not for him as it seems. The diner. You deserve to be taken out on a real date, my god.” For a moment, you just looked at Joe, forcing yourself not to read into any of it as much as you would've wanted to.

Your eyes dropped from his face to your feet resting on his thighs, and calves exposed by the fabric of your dress that ruffled right below your knees.

“Uh-Huh?” You took a swig from your glass and let the tequila seep into your tongue until it was nearly too intense.

“Yeah. The diner, please. Call me old fashioned but it's not too much to ask if he'd taken the time to get to know you to estimate what movie you'd like to see and take you to the cinema or just throw down a reservation at a proper restaurant at the very least. A walk in the park, a museum…no, it had to be the diner.” Joe making such a fuss about it coaxed a grin out of you.

“Oh, you're standing on business, huh?” You grinned and he laughed, his palm falling down to your feet, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the curve of your ankle and you almost groaned out aloud.

“You should know that by now.” You fought to not just listen but actually comprehend as your mind got flooded with a violent surge of arousal you couldn’t hold at bay.

You'd spent hours looking at those hands, had felt them on you in moments of desperation as they calmed and soothed you, caressed the patches of self-hatred you wore beneath the clothes that made you look like a normal person. Never had they struck you or touched you in a way you didn't agree with, unlike so many others that had.

From the very back of your throat, words threatened to emerge, worked and wriggled their way to the front and tickled the tip of your tongue.

I love you.

You cleared your throat and washed it down with a now equally mouthful of tequila.

“Do you mind if I put on some music?” You didn't even wait for an answer before you pulled your feet from his gentle grasp and got up.

“Go ahead.” Joe watched you turn your back on him to make a swift walk for the stereo.

You fumbled with the aux cable and your phone, trying to get your damn act together whilst Spotify was buffering; the small green circle on your screen turning and turning until you could pick a playlist.

The whole date, just you accepting the invitation, had been a farce. Even if Stan had shown up, you would've eaten some fries whilst planning an awkward escape. You'd been excited, yes, but not fully about Stan if you were honest with yourself. You'd been ecstatic about the fact that someone had finally asked you out…only to be ditched, but whatever. It had left a chink in the armour you'd crafted yourself over the years, however, rattled you enough to accept what you knew for a bit now: Technically you were already with the one you wanted to be with.

Technically Joe knew that you loved him, you'd told him on a few occasions and he told you “I love you too, kiddo.” so technically - technically…

Well, practically, you were actively lying to yourself.

You pressed your thumb on the next best icon only to have Hozier blasting through the speakers seconds later. You'd caught Joe humming along to Take Me To Church on the radio once and ever since started eating the man's entire discography whole.

“Crowd pleaser!” Joe acknowledged your pick in music with a nod, cradling his glass whilst looking at you.

Another one of those moments in which you could've just as well fallen to your knees and raise your fist at whatever God's up there for having given you Joe yet not enough of him to still your aching need.

He just sat there and it had you fighting for a coherent thought. He sat there, looking at you with warmth and compassion in eyes that had seen too much, palming a glass of tequila with hands that had done too much and dealt damage beyond articulation - but never towards you.

“Joe?” You reached your hand out, indicating for him to come get up and grab it.

“Would never decline.” He placed the drink on the shallow sofa table, and the reading glasses followed suit.

You never really felt truly nervous around him, there was no need to - usually - but right now something strained you, caused your stomach to twist and turn as you watched him get up from the couch.

Throwing you a soft smile, Joe took your hand and you felt like falling off a rollercoaster, the whole wagon dropping down to plunge into unknown yet thrilling depths with you strapped to it.

“What movie would you take me to?” You asked, swaying slowly with your hands in his.

“I remember you saying that the current cinema program is quote unquote garbage, so I wouldn't.”, Joe responded without missing a beat, making your breath hitch,“I'd take you for a walk in the park, along the river because I know you like ducks. After that, I'd take you out for some pasta you talked about the other night as well.”

“Then why don't you?” Joe raised his brows and tilted his head to the side.

“I mean…sure." We haven't been out in a bit, no?” You considered hammering your fist against his chest to make the point land with him.

“Joe….I- for crying out loud.” The decisions had been made in the blink of an eye and you leaned up to him, your eyes catching a glimpse of brief confusion in Joe's before you fired the one shot you had and pressed your lips to his, the feeling making your stomach free fall.

Time slowed down, calm guitar chords in the background getting stretched until every single note echoed in your ears as you felt his beard brush against your skin. He didn't pull away nor was Joe particularly stunned, his hands dropped yours but only to cup your face in the very same moment, his mouth slowly moving against yours.

“I love you.” The word came almost silent, muffled by the fear of scaring him away but instead, Joe swallowed each of them with a sense of greed you'd never seen on him before.

These weren’t sparks flying, this was an entire forest burning at the strike of a lightning bolt.

Limbs shuffled, you clawed at his shirt to pull him closer as he pushed against you to move you back.

“Joe…”, You mouthed breathlessly as you moved with him, “Say something, please, anything-”

He cut you off.

“I love you so much. I suffocate and choke on it every damn day, you have no idea.”, The sore tone in his voice went right through you and into your head, rendering you weak and wanting, “Whatever you want from me I'll give you, just please, let me love you.”

“Touch me.” You breathlessly pressed between mouths that threatened to just eat away at each other.

Joe already gave you almost everything, the only thing left you could want from him being him; his hands and lips on you, inside of you, wherever really.

The armrest of the sofa strived your leg as Joe gently pushed you past, his hands wandering from your face to brushing along your waist right down to palm at the curve of your ass. There was no hesitation in his movements and you needed it to be like that. You needed him to take the lead right now to not get lost in the nooks and crannies of what ifs, the vacuum of possible uncertainties - Joe shoved at your silhouette and you yielded willingly.

“Since when?” He asked quietly whilst he clasped at the undersides of your thighs, hoisting you up against him to set you back down on the edge of the dining table eventually with ease; all fat and muscle for his body to be a ballistic weapon when it had to.

The pads of your fingertips traced along thick welts of old scars, bullet burns, knife cuts and remnants of a past he hardly spoke about - a violent father, an oppressed mother and a son fighting for his life from the moment he'd been born, the struggle of it painted on his body from his calves up to the curve of his shoulders.

“Since when do you know?” Joe repeated his question, fingers ruffling at the flowy fabric of your dress, bunching it up in his fists as the tip of his nose caressed yours.

“I don't know.”, You managed after catching your breath, “It just happened. Just woke up one day and it felt like the world came crashing down around me.”

It was the truth. There was no way to truly pinpoint the exact moment you'd fallen in love with him, one morning you just knew. You knew and you had kept your mouth shut about it.

Joe almost felt like laughing out about it because he realised how both of you had been sitting in the very same boat without even noticing it, each of you wielding a paddle in the opposite direction for the boat to turn and turn without ever getting anywhere.

“What's so funny about that?” Your teeth latched onto his bottom lip before letting it slip free again, pulling a rumbling groan from his chest that cut right through you.

“It's not…but it kinda is, no?” You listened to the wooden table underneath your ass creaking as Joe leaned his weight against it, one hand fumbling around the waistband of his jeans whilst the other brushed along the inside of your thigh, inching ever closer to the seam of your slip.

The agonising anticipation had you jutting your hips in his direction, your brain already entirely drunk in whatever it was that happened right now, mental walls sufficiently crumbling and involuntarily letting things besides the pleasure slither in.

“Joe…Joe…slow down.” You shoved your face in his chest anew as the expression around your eyes and mouth started to contort into something you had no control over.

Something on the inside stung and bit at you, disgust thrumming through your chest as the faint memory of ghosts from the past came knocking.

“Hey, I gotchu. I'm here.” The brief change in atmosphere clicked with Joe immediately, his curious hands halting promptly as he listened to your chopped-up breathing.

He could only assume what was going on in your head and whatever you decided him to do or not to do anymore was your call to make. Your body started trembling as the memories came flooding.

-Don't be like that…come on now, pretty. It's not going to tickle when I touch you there, I promise-

You bit down at the inside of your cheeks.

-It's fine. It's going to be our little secret, yeah?-

The rotten amalgamation of feelings tore you asunder eventually.

-No, no, no, no , you little slut. You come back here! I paid good money for your cunt, whore.-

Your skin kept crawling, urging you to scratch it all open until the sensation stopped.

“They can't hurt you.”, Joe's calm voice fought to get through to you as he left a wash of little kisses on your forehead, “I'm not going to hurt you. What do you need me to do? How can I help?”

“Talk to me.” The plea got muffled by his shirt, your saliva soaking a dark spot into the fabric whilst your breathing calmed down slowly.

“Okay, sure can do.”, The hand that had been pulling around his belt and zipper raised to tug a few strands of hair behind your ear, “It's Thursday evening. You're at home and you're safe. There's Hozier playing in the background and your kisses taste a bit like tequila because we just had some.”

Joe brushed along your hairline, feeling how you relaxed against him, hands gliding under his shirt to palm at his sides - crisis averted, at least for now.

“I wanna be with you.” It gave Joe a brief moment of whiplash, feeling your fingers trail down to the waistband of his pants, fingertips dipping below the thick material but he didn't stop you.

“So do I.” His breath breezed along your cheek as he took the hint and allowed his hand to inch towards your slip again, the pad of his thumb brushing over it making you moan against his lips as you looked back up at him.

“That okay?” You nodded, your mind slowly winning the slackline walk between the trauma haunting and the pleasure being gifted in the here and now.

“Uh-Huh.” Your hands slowly worked his belt, looping the black leather out of the buckle before pulling at the zipper.

Your heart was thundering inside your ribcage, a part of you still trying to comprehend what was happening, intimate touches being exchanged without something inside of you dying yet again. Instead, it felt good, his thumb stroking over the thin fabric of your damp slip, pressure teasingly increasing whenever he drew little circles over your aching clit.

“I want you.” The words came a bit raspy as you pulled at his pants and tried not to think too much about what you were doing although you knew you did it on your own behalf because you truly wanted it.

The three little words made Joe's thought's short circuit, everything threatened to black out for a split second as he felt himself throbbing against your tenderly wandering fingers.

Surroundings and music started blurring more with every brush of your hands and every caress of his thumb against your oozing cunt, anticipation growing by the second and your train of thought disappearing into comfortable nothingness.

You tugged at his jeans and he shoved your string to the side, a breathy whine rolling over your tongue as he pulled you closer to the edge of the slightly shaking table.

Hands fumbled around with fabric, some of it tearing and ripping a little at the rampant growing impatience taking over both of you. You clawed at him, exposed crotch against his lap, tilting your hips until he could drill himself inside and that he did. The sensation spreading through your lower abdomen gave you a headrush, the stretch unfamiliar yet not uncomfortable and so much better than you fucking yourself on your fingers thinking about Joe.

You pressed your upper body against his chest basking in the feeling of finally being that close to him, breathing him, feeling him all around you and him taking away this ancient paint that had been resting on your shoulder since you had formed your first coherent thought.

Everything came to a comfortable halt as Joe rolled his hips against you, the physical sensation taking over everything else and leaving you dizzy.

“Fuck, daddy…” It just slipped from your lips faster than you could've reached, your cheek against his collarbone, the words acting on their own.

You hoped for Joe to not have heard any of it, however, he certainly did.

Without missing a beat, his hand shot to the nape of your neck, nails grazing against your scalp as he demanded: “Say that again.”

With widened eyes, you looked up at him, lips halfway agape and face flushed with cock-drunk embarrassment.

For a moment, Joe himself couldn't grasp what was going down, his body skipping the stages of Am I Into This? Wait, Why Am I Into This?! entirely, only reacting immediately, feeling himself twitching inside of you at that deliciously fucked up little commentary.

You picked up on his promptly, a relieved grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you leaned in, lips almost touching his earlobe as you repeated yourself.

“I said…fuck, daddy.” Joe grabbed a handful of your hair, firm but not painful, making you look him right in the eyes as he pushed his girth inside of you as far as he could.

“I'm so fucking weak for you, you know that?” He didn't wait for an answer before pressing his lips back to yours, knocking the air from your lungs in the process and causing every last faint restraint to break - palms clasping onto fabric and bare flesh as Joe fucked you on the dining table, the wood rocking with every thrust.

Meanwhile neither of you took any notice from the muted phone next to the stereo going off time and time again, another text another missed call from Stan who left you message after message of being sorry about having missed out on you, offering you to have a talk about it as soon as possible.

[lovebillyhargrove]

Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 21/? Nosebleed

***

Remember how in canon Steve said to Jonathan during their fight "You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer", aiming at insulting him?

I took Jonathan out of this equation, but kept the season 1 Steve vibe.

Party music:

Twisted Sister "We're not gonna take it" (1984)

Twisted Sister "I wanna rock" (1984)

Dead or Alive "You spin me round" (1985)

Robin Gibb "Boys do fall in love" (1984)

Billy's music:

Scorpions"Dynamite" (1982)

Van Halen "Sinner's Swing" (1981)

Mötley Crüe "Live wire" (1982)

***

The last day of March which is also Sunday, right before the beginning of the last school term in the quiet respectable town of Hawkins, is marked by a celebration. While Hawkins housewives have already started compiling lists of the ingredients necessary to make all the dishes for the upcoming festive family dinner next Easter Sunday, Tina and her gang have been preparing a party. Flyers have been printed out and delivered through friends, phonecalls have been made, the grapevine has been set in motion. Booze has been bought and a keg has been secured. Hawkins teens are eager to have one more party cause soon life's going to be so different, people are adjusting to the idea of having to let go of so many habitual things, and plenty of them aren't ready. Even those who are excited about their future. Especially those who are still very vague on the subject.

In such circumstances, it is never a bad idea

To paint the town red.

***

Technically the party is happening on Palm Sunday cause it's the last day of the spring break, those kids who went away have returned home, so practically everyone's expected to show up, and there is no sense in postponing the fun till actual Easter.

However, keeping the general Easter spirit is important.

Girls are encouraged to wear bunny outfits, at least a set of ears and a puffy ball of a tail are a must. Tina's wearing it all herself, and looks great. Andy is all over his girlfriend.

Hargrove is late as usual, that's not in his character to arrive at a soirée early. He's wearing tight jeans, a dark forest green button down, and he knows how he looks.

Stayed in his room for almost an hour glued to the mirror, considering ignoring the party altogether and just whacking off to his own reflection.

Loud music is screaming out of large wide open windows and the front door that welcomes everyone.

Mischief and rebellion are in the air tonight. Feels explosive, like there's a smell of gunpowder.

Oh we're not gonna take it!

No, we ain't gonna take it!

Oh we're not gonna take it anymore

The night is noisy, the space is packed and charged with young energy.

We've got the right to choose, and

There ain't no way we'll lose it

This is our life, this is our song

Oh we're not gonna take it!

No, we ain't gonna take it!

Billy stops in the kitchen first to take a can of beer. Roy is shouting, as always reigning over a bowl of red punch on the kitchen counter

"Pure blood! Pure blood!"

Hargrove can't help but curve his lips in a wry smile. What is the guy's deal, really, what's with the punch names. He's throwing his arm around Roy's shoulders

"Hey Dunston! I say, we drink flaming cocktails with you tonight, or what?"

Roy is muttering something like, in fact, he has read some information on the matter and there is a bottle of rum somewhere in the cupboards and ..

Billy smacks him on the forearm

"Later, man." He needs to go see if King Steve has made it to the party.

On the way out of the kitchen he notices that there is a keg standing in the corner, waiting for its turn.

Another hit by "Twisted Sister" comes up, and Billy can feel the rhythm running through his veins

I wanna rock! Rock!

I wanna rock! Rock!

I want to rock! Rock!

***

On ao3

[playedbetter]

Jinny Hex Info

Name: Jinny Hex

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Orientation: Lesbian

Ethnicity: Egyptian, Greek, Lebanese

Age: 24 (appears 19)

D.O.B: January 1st, 2000

FC: Sherouk Farid

Background

In 1999 Jack Duckett sought out the great-granddaughter of his former associate Jonah Hex, Stella Hex, searching for a relic known as the Godeye. Seemingly, she didn't have it, though, the two bonded, Stella unaware of Jack's past or motives. After a while though, Jack abandoned her, unaware that she was pregnant with Jinny. Stella leaned heavily on her parents to get through her pregnancy and later on as Jinny got older as well.

Jinny's early life was marked by her efforts to help out around the family home and auto shop, and by her adventures on the outskirts of town where she picked up the beginnings of her naturalist know-how. She also became well acquainted with her moms penchant for bad jokes.

In highschool she felt different from her peers, both due to the difference in her home life compared to her peers (and the rumours that persisted among some of the parents about the type of woman her mother had been when she was younger), and then also, Jinny realised she is gay and came out. There was a very small queer community in town, but all in all relatively accepting. Close to graduation she started dating a girl and things were good for a while.

It was right after graduation that she discovered that she was being cheated on, and after storming off to the local bowling alley to try to clear her mind, walked right into a robbery. Already furious as hell, she punched one of the robbers right in the face and took his gun, and then managed to single-handedly stop the crime. Later that day, her mom presented her with the family inheritance, a trunk of things that once belonged to Jonah Hex, and with the news that she had cancer.

With encouragement from her mom, Jinny set out for a short road trip, get a little space from the problems at home and time to figure out what she wanted to do with the trunk. It was during this time that she bumped into Young Justice in the middle of one of their adventures, and ended up joining up with them to help them.

Once they were done that leg of their adventures she went her own way and went back home to be with her mom in her final days. After her passing, Jinny inherited the family auto shop, and organised her mom's funeral, which was well attended and made the local news.

That news reached Jack, who came back to town to investigate his apparent daughter. Jinny was excited to meet more family, though a little skeptical due to his abandonment of the family. Her childhood friend Lady Bird on the other hand had the downright creeps about the guy. Jinny over the next week bonded with him though, trying to get to know him, and learn a little more of her moms past.

However her trust came to bite her in the ass when her and Lady Bird came back to the shop one evening to find Jack robbing the place. Jinny tried to fight him but was knocked out. He got his hands on the Godeye and used it to take control over the town, Jinny and Lady Bird being the only two unaffected. They encountered a false version of Stella in town who was used by Jack to lure Jinny where he wanted her to take over her body and use Lady Bird as a sacrifice for power. Jinny was able to resist him, resulting in him taking Lady Bird's body. Thankfully though, Jinny's resistance had weakened him to where Lady Bird could fight back, expelling him from her body, and allowing Jinny to grab the Godeye.

In the aftermath, Jinny gave the Godeye to the Justice League, and Lady Bird discovered she had some of Jack's powers. Jinny and her decided to hit the road, seeking answers as to Jinny's powers, adventure, and to stop Jack for good. They've been on the road for a while, and Jinny is starting to realize her nature as a century baby.

Powers

Immortality. She will not age past 19-20 and will die at midnight of New Years Eve 2099, not a minute sooner unless the entire universe ends.

Energy Negation. When powers of a mystical/willpower/psychic source are targeting her, she can negate them through force of will. The energy from this is stored for later use.

Spatial Manipulation. Using her energy stores, she can manipulate the relative space between things, the greater the effect, the more energy it takes. Currently she can use this for minor fast travel and teleportation.

Abilities

Sharpshooting: Jinny is a crack shot with handguns and manual rifles/shotguns.

Fast Draw: Not the fastest in the west, but pretty damn close.

Hand To Hand Combat: She's a decent brawler but currently has no formal training.

Driving

Mechanics (Automobile)

[milkmaidovich]

Milkmaidovich Plays Catch-up

I am BEHIND pals

Had a long week and a half of Book Stuff to finalize (who knew cover design would take up so much of my brain [it's me, I knew]) but it's all finished so it's time to CATCH UP!

(This post will be a Tag Game Tuesday post, with everything else getting its own)

Jul 18 Tag Game Tuesday

Thanks to @howlinchickhowl @auds-and-evens @mickeyheartian @scurvgirl , @tanktopgallavich , @metalheadmickey , and @vintagelacerosette for the tags!

name: kat

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home? A state I don't particularly like in the southeastern US (it’s very red which is hard for this queer anti-capitalist socialist) but it was a career-related move so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

favorite animal: hiphopopopotamus

cereal of choice: love me a strawberry & yogurt Joe’s-O from Trader Joe’s, or the churro Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and also a Honey Nut Cheerio if I can’t get the other two

are you a visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner? Kinesthetic is the main one, the writing/doing is helpful for my ADHD, especially if I mix and match with visual/auditory

first pet? Carnival Goldfish that we had living in a crystal punch bowl

favorite scent? Tuberose, amber, oud, leather (I love a darkspicy scent)

do you believe in astrology? Eh? Kind of? I see some undeniable traits of the signs in myself and those around me but also I see a lot of incorrect stuff so it's more for fun than for basing life choices on

how many playlists do you have on spotify/apple music? Literal hundreds, I'm not going to count

sharpies or highlighters? Sharpies FOREVER

a song that makes you cry: uhhhhh most recent one is Unknown/Nth by Hozier

a song that makes you happy: SO MANY! Most recently: The Hellcat Spangled Shalalala (Suck It and See is always in heavy rotation in the summer)

and finally, do you write/draw/create? if so, use this as an opportunity to shamelessly (😉) promote yourself! I write sometimes! Hopefully more now that I've got some more time! Find me on AO3

July 25 Tag Game

Thanks to @celestialmickey, @transmickey, @lupeloto, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, and @scurvgirl for the tags!

name: kat

age: 33

pronouns: she/her

your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): cancer 🦀, ENTP-T, 9w1/8 (I don't really understand the MBTI/enneagram stuff if someone feels like explaining)

how tall are you? 5'3.5" (1.6m, 161cm)

what color are your eyes? Greeeeeeen

the last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): UH the super Mario movie with my kid? I think? A couple months ago

favorite dessert: peach pie/cobbler ALWAYS

outer space or the ocean? The ocean, why the fuck do we need to keep going to space when the ocean is RIGHT THERE

you’re in a McDonald’s drive thru, what are you ordering? 10pc chicken nugget, fries, sprite

are you good with plants? Maybe?????? Genuinely unsure

would your current self and high school self get along? Lmao maybe?????? Honestly it's 50/50

a food you can’t stand: FUCK BEETS

something you’d do if money were no object: TRAVEL AND CONCERTS AND TRAVELING TO CONCERTS

the last app you opened on your phone (tumblr doesn’t count!): DayForce

and finally, compliment yourself! You are better at learned skills than you give yourself credit for!!

Since these are so behind I won't tag anyone but if you didn't get tagged and want to play, consider this your tag!

[p-rtyboy]

Flag id: Two rectangular flags with 5 even horizontal stripes, colored from top to bottom; Royal purple, dusty lavender, yellow, light yellow, and royal purple. On the left side of the left flag is a royal purple cup filled over half way, with 3 light yellow ice cubes. There is a light yellow line and a royal purple line. /end id

Sake Fizz Cocktail

Pt: Sake Fizz Cocktail /end pt

Any queer person who presents their gender through the colors yellow and purple

Coined on November 10th, 2024

Colors based on the drink, part of the Beverage Presentation System [link] and Punch Bowl [link]

Tagging @radiomogai @obscurian and @presentationflag-archive

[kiruliom]

blacklight fruit punch

a term for queer people who present themselves through the colors black and rainbow

(what is considered rainbow is up to the user)

under the beverage presentation system by @/satyrradio, can be considered under punch bowl

please do not reupload without permission and credit

[en8y]

[IMAGE ID: a rectangular flag with five evenly-sized horizontal stripes. about half of the flag is taken up by a simplified whiskey glass symbol, with a vertical gradient going from purple to red inside it. the flag's stripes, from top to bottom, are as follows: dark red-purple, warm purple, medium red, cool pink, and dark red-purple. END ID.]

purple sunset (cocktail): any queer person who presents their gender through the colors purple and red.

part of the beverage presentation system by @satyrradio, and can be considered a subset of punch bowl, by @blood-moon-night-coining!

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @presentationflag-archive

[vamp-stamp-fics]

The Raven ball

Fandom: Wednesday (Netflix series)

Ship: Wenclair

Tags: friends (?) To lovers, fluff w/ slight angst, happy ending, Enid have a lesbian attack at the sight of Wednesday, jealous Enid

Summary: while thing forces Wednesday to take Tyler to the Raven ball to socialize, Enid thinks otherwise

Word count: 1316

A/n: I love this show sm, I swear if Netflix is queer baiting us which they probably are I'm emailing them a strongly worded complaint. Also some scenes in this fic obviously don't line up to the episode

Wednesday opened the door to reveal Tyler at her dorm. He held Flowers with a bright smile "I got the note you sent me" what note? "honestly it shocked me how endearing and sweet it was" "yes. It shocked me to. One moment please" she closed the door and glared at Thing "How could you make him think I could write something endearing and....sweet" she looked through her closet. Maybe I could try faking my death, it's not like it's something I haven't done before. Thing snapped his fingers to get Wednesdays attention. She turned to the black dress from the antique store "how'd you afford that?" Thing sighed to her in response. "Hm"

Her roommate Wednesday walking down the stairs, looking more beautiful then she'd ever realize. Enid thought Wednesday was quite attractive when they first meet but now seeing her here confirmed something Enid was contemplating since the two girls first meet:

Enid looked around for her date. He'd left just mere seconds ago! Where'd he gone? She heard whispers and awes of someone who had just entered the ball. She'd looked to see-

Enid took interest in Wednesday. She didn't know how she hadn't realized it before. Then again the way she felt with Wednesday was different from her other romantic interest. Ajax was attractive yes, but he didn't have that dark allure that Her roommate had. This attraction was stronger but hidden in the back of Enids mind. Like when the two were up on the balcony she had felt a certain way. Back then she thought the attraction was what all girls felt.

Sadly that awe came to an end when she noticed Tyler accompanying her. What the hell was he doing here? She thought Wednesday was stubborn on not having a relationship, she'd mention it to Enid one time how she loathed even the slight possibility of her having a partner so why was HE here with her? Enid realized she was getting frustrated and tried calming herself down. She walked over to them with a bright smile "Wednesday! I never thought you'd be here. What was the change of heart?"

"Believe me I didn't come here by will, if I did it would be a sign I've truly gone insane. Though I'm not surprised you're here" Wednesday eyed her in suspicion "I thought that gorgen dumped you. Who's your date? Or are you alone? Now that'd be the real surprise" Enid felt slightly hurt at Wednesday implying she'd gone to the dance alone. But brushed it off "oh he's around here somewhere"

Enid looked desperately In the crowd to find him, though a part of her hoped she didn't. Wednesday raised an eyebrow "is he invisible? How inconvenient, be harder to kill him if he breaks your heart" Enids felt attracted at the thought of Wednesday killing someone over her, even as morbid as it was. "Oh no no! He just went somewhere... probably taking a bathroom break" Wednesday replied with a "hm" and went to find Tyler. Enid walked to the punch bowl and drank 3 cups of punch. Hating the thought of Wednesday being with that normie. She watched as she saw Wednesday bumping into Xavier. After awhile she walked out to the sitting room.

"Xavier told me what you did" Tyler looked to Wednesday sitting next to him. He sighed "look Wednesday I wish I could lie my way out of this and tell you a reason why I did but to be honest, I can't. I don't know why I did it but after I realized how awful it was I felt terrible"

"Do you really think I'd stopped liking you for a lousy prank? The way Xavier told me about I would've done worse" Tyler smiled. "I knew I liked you for a reason" Oh. We're the feelings mutual? Wednesday didn't know. She thought over it. She somewhat tolerated his presence around her, and did he make a damn good cup of coffee, but Did she like Tyler? In that way? People confused her. How should she put it to him.

"I don't believe the feelings mutual" Wednesday deadpanned. Tyler turned towards her "huh?"

"Not in that way, I don't find interest in you in a romantic Sense but I do somewhat tolerate your presence" Tyler translated what she said to himself then repeated it back to her "so you're saying you don't want to date me but you more see me as a friend? Did I hit the mark?"

"Not exactly. I don't have friends but enemies and people I've decided not to poison in Thier sleep. Also I have a confession to make" Tyler snorted "And what's that?"

"I didn't write that note to you. Thing did, he was forcing me to socialize and thought you'd be the perfect date. He was sorely mistaken"

"Yeah I had a feeling someone else wrote it. Too sweet to be written from you. You'd rather be caught dead then doing that"

"Agreed" a pause. "So who is it?" Wednesday was confused though her face didn't show it "who's what?"

"The person you're interested in instead of me?"

"Do I really have to be romanticly interested in someone else if I'm not with you? Like I told myself in the beginning of my time here; I will not become my mother and find my "one true love" why is it a need for girls to find a romantic partner?" Tyler quickly defend himself "sorry that's not what I meant, you're right I shouldn't assume" The silence thickened between the two. "Though I'm might be contradicting myself, there might be ..... someone"

"Who?"

"Not telling you, but I do have some business to take care of with this person" Wednesday stood up ready to walk back into the ball. "Is it-" Tyler was going to ask if it was a certain boy but she interrupted him "it's not Xavier if that's what you're thinking" she walked out of the sitting room into the flashing light filled dance.

Enid accepted that her date completely dipped on her and wasn't coming back. She sighed, frustrated at the predicament. She watched as the rest of the school danced with each other as she sat at one of the tables. Enid took a sip of her drink.

"Enid" she nearly choked as the girl in black appeared out of nowhere. Putting her drink down Enid stood with Wednesday "Jesus Wednesday! You have a nact for appearing from nowhere"

"It's a hobby" Wednesday deadpanned. "I have something to tell you" "what? You killed your date already?" Enid joked.

"Don't change the subject" something told Enid this was serious and not Wednesdays usual morbid sarcasm. Enid leaned closer "so what is it?"

"I don't know what you did but you've done something. Maybe it's some form of dark arts you've casted on me"

"Huh?" Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows in irritation. "I'm trying to tell you I tolerate you a lot more than everyone else. It's probably because I've spent so much time in that dorm with you I've formed Stockholm syndrome" Enid realized what Wednesday was trying to say and smiled. "Wednesday are you trying to say you like me?"

The girl in black avoided her question and said instead "will you have this dance with me" Enid squealed and threw her self on Wednesday "oh yes! Yes I will!" Wednesday tensed up at the physical touch. "Sorry forgot you're not a hugger" Enid tried pulling away but Wednesday slowly (and awkwardly) wrapped her arms around Enid. Holy shit. Wednesday was hugging Enid. It somewhat surprised dark haired girl herself. Wednesday promised she wouldn't end up like her mother and fall for someone. Damn her mother for being right.

[crazy-iwascrazyonce1]

Strawberry coconut smoothie: a term for any queer person who presents one’s gender through the colors red and white.

Subset of punch bowl. Symbol source: link (link) [alt term?]