#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.

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[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

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[cardo-de-comer]

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

[thelostmoongazer]

i was gonna do more with this but i think this is about as far as ill go. maybe. who knows. happy late valentines <3

[ionomycin]

my favorite pieces from 2024

[the-eccentric-eclectic]

Hey kid, look at me.

I want you to T-pose. Turn your right thumb up and your left thumb doen and look at your right thumb. Move your arms up and down a bit until you feel a nerve running from your armpit to your palm. Now turn your right thumb down and your left thumb up, and look at your left thumb. Keep your chest facing forward and your shoulders back. Move your arms again until you feel that nerve again. Keep alternating between these two for a minute, or look at each thumb thirty times each.

Now sit down. Put your left hand firmly under your left buttock, palm down. Keep your shoulders back and put your right hand over the crown of your head, very gently pulling it to the right. Do this for thirty seconds, then do it again but with your right hand under your right buttock.

These are stretches for the nerves in your arms, and are very good for people who sit behind a computer a lot, or fibre artists, or you name it. Do them daily. They will hurt in the beginning, but keep doing them, even after the pain has gone, or it will return and you'll have to start all over.

[butterflyscribbles]

Taking shifts❤️💙🧡

[arkethamz]

happy valentines day, sonadow nation ^^

[yogurtgut]

HI THERE!! HERE'S THE ROBOTNIK SIBLINGS!!! I AM NOT OKAY, SEND HELP :'''DDDDD

[prlssprfctn]

I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

[circusfishh]

Me, my girlfriend and we both covered in blood

[beif0ngs]

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

[shepscapades]

Evil Anvil has permanently changed my brain chemistry about the ending of limited life