#this is still so them

[royalarmyofoz]

Sadie x Katherine: rich, bored housewife Katherine and tennis instructor Sadie au

drabble by the lovely @harrietdyker

“Katherine?” Sadie calls, dropping her double racket bag somewhere along the entrance hall as she steps carefully into the giant, bright, quiet house. She’s yet to familiarize herself with it, and really, why would she? Sadie’s not meant to spend any time here. She’s not meant to know these rooms any more intimately than a delivery boy who’s been offered a glass of water during an extremely hot day. She’s not meant to know that if she would round the corner to her right here, and look up towards the top of the stairs that rise dramatically in the middle of the room, she would see the edges of a sculpture of Hebe on the landing of the second floor, the only sculpture Katherine likes around this place. Or that all the good alcohol around the house is in the secret kitchen downstairs. Or how to find her way to Katherine’s bedroom.

But she does. 

Her white sneakers, newly purchased, squeak when she steps a little too hard on the hardwood flooring, and Sadie grimaces with every step. She feels cheap in comparison to everything around her, and that makes her feel stupid for allowing herself to become comfortable in Katherine’s company. Way too comfortable.

As she debates whether she should check the nearest kitchen or the south-facing drawing room first, Katherine emerges from behind her, making Sadie jump when she says her name. Instead of being practice-ready in her tights and tank top, Katherine is covered in her favorite kaftan and on her feet are her favorite house shoes. Sadie is always taken aback by the casualty of her, how she’s impeccably put together and yet deeply unbothered at the same time. She never expects to see her this way, but that’s how Katherine is more and more these days. Ever since—well.

(Ever since she rubbed herself against Sadie’s thigh while Sadie had her hand in her hair and said, are you gonna come for me? I wanna see you come for me.

Katherine did so fast she sobbed unexpectedly and kissed Sadie so hard Sadie couldn’t breathe.)

“Did I get our time wrong?” Sadie asks.

“What?” Katherine replies.

“I thought we scheduled—”

“Oh, we did,” Katherine cuts her off with a wave of her hand. “Let’s not.”

“You could have told me before.”

“I’ll pay you anyway.”

Katherine steps past Sadie into the south-facing drawing room, signaling Sadie with her eyes to follow.

“That’s not the issue,” Sadie says. It should be. Sadie’s forgotten herself. She was here to do a job. Now she finds herself leaning against a console table where Katherine is pouring them both a serving of martini out of a silver shaker.

Katherine hands Sadie her glass. “Then what is it?”

“My time. I can teach other people. Or—”

“Or what?” Katherine deadpans, eyes locked on Sadie’s in that vaguely intimidating way of hers. The one Sadie can’t figure out how to navigate.

“Or make plans,” she squares her jaw and says.

Katherine’s eyes fall shut as she sips her cocktail. “You can go,” she says.

And here’s the crux of the matter: Sadie doesn’t go.

“Where’s Richard?” she asks.

“Oh, who knows,” Katherine sighs. It’s always somewhere, doing something. It’s always Katherine who’s here, doing nothing. Sadie gets it. She thinks. She gets the feeling of it, at least. She doesn’t want to think too much about this sense of stagnation that Katherine uses Sadie to alleviate. Every time Katherine traces the scars on her shoulder absentmindedly, Sadie refuses to think about it.

She reaches out, brushes a stray strand of Katherine’s hair into place and bites her tongue at the way Katherine’s gasps when she touches her. Whenever she touches Katherine, there is something.

“You can’t pay me for fucking you,” she says. There’s a limit to how cheap she can allow herself to feel.

“Whatever you prefer, Sadie,” Katherine says.

“Next time,” she murmurs as she steps into Katherine’s space, cradles her cheek in her palm. “You can just call.”

Katherine’s breath leaves her in a rush when Sadie kisses her. There’s always something. Sadie’s not sure what happens when the novelty runs out. But as long as it’s here, she lets herself get drunk on how desperate Katherine is when she kisses Sadie's neck, saying, “Okay,” without listening.

She’d never just call, Sadie knows. That’s fine. This way Sadie doesn’t have to admit she doesn’t want to make other plans, prefers finding new ways that Katherine’s never been fucked before and watch as she shatters beautifully underneath them.

[unsung-idiot]

some quick drawings of little Soos I made a while ago

[steveharrington]

redownloaded instagram and got sucked into reels and it’s truly like an alternate reality happening over there. video of a girl being like “looking back on my cringe 2021 taste….” and it’s a pic of her wearing like. jeans and a top. the top has a checkerboard pattern. she’s like screaming in agony. the comments are all like “omg not the microtrend 😭 i can’t believe i ever wore that” like woah. i think you guys are crazy

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[beif0ngs]

I had a different name back then, you know. Powder. You kind of remind me of her.

[nalonzooo]

my favorite goobers

[dxkjf]

Elita please he's trying his best :[

[chanafehs]

You guys really need to stop wasting your time appealing to Zionists. We are over a year into this Gaza genocide and over 70 years into this settler project I promise you they are not going to change their minds if they haven’t already several thousand dead children ago. Stop trying to appeal to their conscience, they have none. Focus on helping Palestinians and sharing information and fighting for a Free Palestine - Zionists are not worth your effort.

[cardo-de-comer]

10/10 - "all is gone, none is won"

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[katsinspats]

Thematically appropriate comic for Make a Terrible Comic Day!!

I saw the original post this morning and it made me get out of bed to make something, so thank u Pseudonym Jones mission accomplished

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

[astearisms]

catalysts, protectors

[porrigens]

some unfinished pegoryus

[hinamie]

happy gojoday to all who celebrate

[mielplante]

late night talking with the king 🍂