#yvie is something that can actually be so personal

[mayahawkins]

no one asked me to list my fav blogs but i’m just gonna make my own end of year follow forever bc i wanna rant abt my talented friends, beloved mutuals, and just people i follow that i have never spoken to but who are such a joy to see on my dash. so, without further ado, maddy’s 2022 follow forever:

@strangeswift abby strangeswift, my beloved. you were the first person i talked to in this fandom and i’m so glad u were bc u are the sweetest most kind person ever. you are so supportive of all your friends and mutuals and u make me wanna be a more outwardly loving and supportive person fr. i remember when u wrote that lil ficlet based on my text post and i’m p sure i almost cried bc i felt so special that someone had been inspired by something i had said to write smth so wonderful. you’re an incredible writer and i am always so excited anytime you post any of your writing. i can’t wait to read more of your fics and am so patiently waiting for MilevenVision (as much as i may bug u for crumbs). i’m so glad to call you a friend <3

@elekinetic ella ella, bonded in shared discord trauma so ur never getting rid of me. i feel so honoured to call you a friend bc you are one of the best people i know. you are so smart and level-headed and loyal as hell to your friends. you are also so kind and you're so deliberate with what you say and how you say it. you defs intimidated me the first few times we talked but now im like oh ya ella, my amazing talented friend ella. your scripts give me so much life. and not just your st ones but your original ones as well. can't wait to one day see "ella elekinetic hexagirl" in movie credits (bc obviously ur last name is ur url). and your OCs?? i have never once become obsessed with someone's OCs the way i can't stop thinking abt yours. that's what you've done to me. you are so incredibly talented and ily <3

@andiwriteordie ANNDDIIIIII ILY FR <3 u are so insanely talented and kind and wonderful. i’m so happy we started talking recently bc u have truly brightened the last few weeks of the year. u got me back into watching merlin so thank u for the pain u will surely cause me as i rewatch this show i haven’t seen in almost a decade. ur fics were some of the first that i read in the byler fandom and that means u will always hold a special place in my heart. i remember the first time i read your let's hear it for the boys series and i was just like omg i'm obsessed with this. i have absolutely adored every single one i’ve read (even though i’m a lil behind on them rn oops but i will catch up) and can’t wait to see what else you write. your atla!au (and the newly brainstormed merlin!au) live in my head rent free and i can’t wait to read them if you write them.

@nnilkyway my fellow emo will truther <3 yvie i love you dearly. you are so incredibly talented i could scream abt ur artwork literally for days. your fanworks and your original art and your doodles are all beautiful and stunning. the day we started talking and you sent me the lil doodle you did of emo will byers i think i actually cried at how much i loved it and that it had come from our conversation about it. i saved it onto my camera roll so i can come back to it easier that's how much i love it. you are also one of the funniest people on here, your tags almost always have me rolling. i can't wait to see what beautiful art you draw in the new year.

@finalgirlbyers sierra lovqbrl madcleradin finalgirlbyers!!!! i know we haven’t talked much but i love seeing u on my dash and u always have the best takes and theories and just posts in general. i know i've said that literally multiple times to you but it cannot be overstated how correct you always are. one of my fav people to follow on here.

people i don't talk to but whose presence is a joy to have on my dash:

@astrobei an absolutely incredible writer that wrote some of my fav fics. one of the best will fics, not all the prayers, that truly is just so unbelievably amazing. like the care that you can just tell went into that fic is just incredible. Some absolutely incredible lines that will punch you right in the gut in the best way possible.

@blueeandyellowmakesgreen jade! one of the coolest people, has some of the most amazing art over on @azuries, like it's actually so amazing and people need to go look at it and reblog it now immediately

@mlchaelwheeler an absolute joy to follow. so many good posts and im fr rooting for mike with a sword in s5 just for her

@elmaxed their fics were some of the first i read in the byler fandom and i absolutely fell in love with them. they hold such a dear place in my heart. also one of the sweetest people fr, one of the first to compliment my gifs and so they are forever in my mind for that <3

@smoosnoom omg their fics!!! are!!!! incredible!!!! so many wonderful fics, i was just looking through my bookmarks and i swear half of them are theirs. the one about mike's will voice has my whole heart.

@wiseatom another lovely fic writer, and one who titles her fics with taylor swift lyrics bc she Gets It!!! also one of the sweetest people in the fandom, always seems to be supporting other people.

@kidovna one of the most talented artists in this fandom oh my GOD. i cannot praise her and her art enough idk how what else to even say besides amazing incredible talented showstopping

@byeler wrote one of my all time fav fics, Heavy Hopes, with my beloved trope, oblivious jealous mike, which is truly *chef's kiss*. such a good writer like it cannot be overstated

@ice-sculptures a truly amazing gifmaker. gifs so many little byler moments that are so precious that i've definitely missed when watching the show.

@william-byers an absolutely incredible gif maker. taylor swift and stranger things together on one blog, what more could you want?

@padme-amidala makes some of the most beautiful gifs ever oh my goodness, her gifs are part of what inspired me to start making gifs and to challenge my gifmaking. i hope to one day be as good as she is.

@robiinbuckley also makes some of the most beautiful gifs, literally in awe of her gifs. also inspired my gifmaking journey and has inspired me to challenge myself when it comes to gifmaking.

[astrobei]

hi suni astrobei my wife my love my bug <3 top 5 movies of all time?

YVIE NNILKYWAY my light my life my pumpkin pie omg ok so i am the Most indecisive person on the face of this entire planet and my top 5 movies Of All Time will literally change day to day and i watch movies a lot less than i do tv shows but. today my top 5 movies Of All Time include (in no particular order):

1. everything everywhere all at once bc i am the eldest gay daughter to asian immigrant parents and let me tell u . i walked out of that theater with all of my makeup transferred to the inside of my mask and None of it left on my face from the sheer force of my tears. idk it is just so special to me it Gets Me i have never felt so seen and i have never ever cried so hard at a movie before and it’s just one of those movies that permanently changed the chemistry of my brain (+mitski in the soundtrack ! hello !) i need to rewatch it so bad actually

2. ratatouille! idk what to say about this one it’s just so nostalgic and such a comfort movie and i could watch it a billion times for the rest of my life and never get bored! the vibes the ambiance the bittersweet ending idk it just is so 🫂🫂🫂🫂 to me just the embodiment of a hug

3. the empire strikes back is also one of the most comfort movies of all time for me !! and IDK i don’t rewatch star wars as much as i should probably because there are so many movies and i get overwhelmed so i’ve seen the others like once or twice each, maybe a few more for a new hope but esb i’ve watched like. a million times EASY. just everything about it!! the iconic ice planet hoth opening and the hanleia moments and everything about luke in this movie is so top tier. such a classic feel and watching it feels like the equivalent of a warm mug of tea for my brain. just also feeling very star wars today so that might be playing into a bit but this movie is just mwah chefs kiss for Me

4. ok this is definitely on here because i just watched it and have been thinking about it nonstop since but i FINALLY !! watched it (2017) (and also the sequel but whatever .) and i can like Feel the neurons in my brain rearranging themselves i get it i get the hype i understand why my mutuals are going crazy all the time i get why people have not shut up about it since it came out I GET IT OK ! IM ON BOARD I AM A SHELL OF THE PERSON I USED TO BE I AM CHANGED FOREVER i am so. yeah

5. probably the perks of being a wallflower not to sound Annoying but every time i watch it i can Feel my soul getting ripped out of my body and shredded to pieces bit by tiny bit. i literally have watched it so many times i know it by heart i KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND YET. i cry every damn time. infp charlie kinnies rise up 😔✊ i think this and eeaao are two movies that are on my Actual For Real Favorite Movies Of All Time list and yes i sob like a baby while watching both of them let’s not think about why all my favorite movies are so sad Ok. idk something about the ending of course but also the scene w sam and charlie in the kitchen of the party and the scene with his brother coming home and the fight in the cafeteria OHH idk. it is just so special to me i could watch it every single day forever and i’d melt from the sheer force of my tears eroding away at my body but it will have been worth it!

anyways. when u sent this i immediately forgot any movie id ever seen in my entire life Oops! i’m usually more of a tv show girlie bc i do not usually have the attention span for movies (especially long ones) but this was very fun and now i want to go watch All Of Them again LOVE U SO MUCH YVIE THANK U FOR THE ASK 🫂

[sakurapiss]

something something weed joke 

[artificialqueens]

Level Up, Chapter Eleven (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

“I don’t think I could come up with anything negative about you.”

Brooke’s eyes are sincere as she says it, and Vanessa’s heart starts to beat just a little bit faster. Vanessa’s a person who’s always on the go, not one to slow down if she doesn’t have to but Brooke has the ability to make her world pause for just a second. Brooke changes Vanessa’s focus from what’s in front of her to solely her, and Vanessa almost wishes she could keep it there forever.

It’s never that hard for Vanessa to come up with words to reply with, especially not towards Brooke, but her brain feels like it has shuddered to a stop, pressing on the brakes because the small smile on Brooke’s face is more important to focus on. She could say something stupid, something funny, maybe return the sentiment but she doesn’t get a chance to decide on what to do before Yvie lets out a scoff.

“Except for your dislike of Chicken Little. That’s a negative if I’ve ever seen one.”

AN: Hi, I'm still alive, I promise. Popping back into this lovely fic nearly eight months later (a new job, a new apartment, a new city, and a new cat later too) and I love it just as much as I did in January. Eight months is good for plot to marinate and develop and I'm excited to get back to writing this fic again. If you're still around for this journey, thank you and know I'm so grateful for it. Please do tell me your thoughts if you read! Thank you writ for betaing ily <3

“So you have that interview with Glamour, I’ll set it up for some time this week, and Teen Vogue wants to do something on their Youtube channel. Who knew that was a thing? I’m working on Adidas’ rep to finagle a sponsorship outta them, and Under Armour on the backburner just in case-”

Vanessa bursts through the doors of the gym while Detox continues talking in her ear, not at all apologetic about the way that she has to interrupt her as she ambles towards Brooke’s office. “Just reached the gym. We’ll have to continue this later, ‘cause training waits for no one, right?”

“I see exactly what you’re doing, but I’m not mad at it. Go work on building those boxing skills that’ll keep lining your pockets for years. Toodles!”

Vanessa lets out a snort when Detox hangs up the phone. “Toodles? Who the hell says that?”

“Detox?” Brooke looks up from her book, an amused smile on her face. “I know that trick.”

“What trick?” Vanessa squints her eyes as she sits down, trying to read the cover of Brooke’s paperback. “Are you reading Chicken Soup for the Soul? ”

Brooke waves a hand. “Doesn’t matter. And the trick of dipping out of Detox’s phone calls. Why else would you get to the gym so early?”

“Oh, come on. I’m early sometimes. Occasionally,” Vanessa grins, and Brooke doesn’t buy it in the least from the way she raises an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe not. I like Detox, I really do, don’t get me wrong. She’s hysterical and good at her job, real good at it, but damn.”

“Detox works hard,” Brooke nods, understanding in her eyes. “It’s a lot to handle sometimes.”

“She cranks up the exposure by a million and targets it in specific places and it works, ‘cause I have a lot of followers and deals now but…”

“But what?”

Brooke leans forward, pushing her book to the side as she looks earnestly at Vanessa. It’s striking, sometimes, how Brooke gives her full attention. How much she cares sometimes.

It’s nice.

“It feels real wild, y’know? Like all I did was become a meme, and now my face is going to be in a Spotify commercial. How does that jump happen?” Vanessa shifts in her chair, letting out a sigh. “It’s only been a few weeks.”

It’s as if Vanessa is riding in a car that’s only getting faster and faster, not quite in control of the steering wheel or knowing when she’s going to be able to stop. Sure, the ride is fun, but it also feels like she’s driving without a license, as if she’s skipped the learner’s permit stage and hit the highway instead.

“She wants to capitalize on it as much as possible. Keep you in the spotlight even after the next big meme rolls around,” Brooke shrugs, before pausing for a second, a look of concern in her eyes. “It’s not too much, is it? I can always talk to Detox with you if you feel like it’s overwhelming-”

“Nah, I’ll survive,” Vanessa shrugs, giving her best reassuring smile to Brooke. “Lush sent me some free shit the other day. I like goodie bags.”

Brooke snorts. “Fair enough. Bath bombs are a reason to keep going.”

“Want some? I got enough for a month's worth of spa days.” Vanessa makes a mental note to bring some of the freebies for Brooke on their next practice. She’s earned half of everything, at least.

“You have any of the sakura ones?” Brooke is tentative with her question, and Vanessa nods enthusiastically.

“You’re getting all of ‘em.”

“Now, hold on a second-”

“It’s six. Don’t we have practice to start?” Vanessa’s up and out of the office before Brooke can protest any further. “I’m gonna go change.”

Practice is nice. Practice feels familiar amongst all the new chaos in Vanessa’s life. It lets her turn her brain off and get away from the people that recognize her out in public, the way her Instagram is now solely for sponsored posts. The way she feels like a caricature of herself, almost, because others have an opinion of who she is based on a ten second video clip.

But practice isn’t like that. In the gym, Brooke is the same as ever, pushing and pushing her until sweat is drenching her back and her mind is spinning and she feels more alive than she ever has. When Brooke throws moves at Vanessa that she has to work in overdrive to block and counter with some of her own, it’s familiar. Even though she’s tired and gasping for breath, it’s what she knows how to do, and in an environment that isn’t unsettling or foreign.

The best part about it? Vanessa can still feel herself learning. Growing. Stepping up to the challenges that Brooke throws at her. Sure, she’s not aching to get back into the competition ring anytime soon, but the approving smiles from Brooke when she gets in a good hit or when she avoids a shot that would previously knock her on the ground gives her a thrill every time.

The end of practice leaves Vanessa with a new sense of longing that’s only been present the last few weeks, since this whole meme mess has started. Leaving the gym is hard, because it means Vanessa has to go outside again, pull her hat down when passerby on the sidewalk give her a second look. She has to unlock her phone and pretend to be busy, but then she’s faced with comments pouring in on every social media account that she opens. She can text one of her friends but it’s hard to continue a conversation, really, after it starts with a rousing Miss Vanjie, no matter how much in jest.

Being outside the gym means that she’s reminded of her new loss of normalcy.

She takes her time switching back into her sweats after she showers, dragging her feet as she leaves the change room with her gym bag slung over her shoulder. When she squints her eyes she can see Brooke at the far end of the gym, teetering on a stool as she repositions one of the crooked banners. Brooke turns around almost as if she can tell Vanessa is there, a good natured smile and an easy wave following immediately.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Need any help?” Vanessa’s stalling a bit by asking, but maybe Brooke really could use a hand with the banners, or at least an extra set of eyes to make sure that they’re nice and straight.

She’s just helpful, that’s all.

Brooke, to her credit, doesn’t call Vanessa out for it as she squints, admiring her handiwork. “I think they’re as aligned as they’re ever going to be. I’m going to get ready to leave for the night, too.”

“Oh,” Vanessa doesn’t mean to sound a little disappointed as Brooke jumps off the stool, fiddling with the jacket that’s slung across her arm. “Already?”

“It’s almost eight thirty,” Brooke points out, padding past Vanessa towards her office door and grabbing her coat off of the hook. “You’re not tired and ready to go home yet?”

“I just…”

Vanessa trails off, looking down at the ground. She’s not sure what to say, really. All that’s waiting for her is her apartment, but she can’t mindlessly scroll Twitter or Instagram before bed without seeing her face again. She needs to reply to her friends’ texts, but the notifications are piling up on top of one another like a mountain that she’s not really sure how she’s going to climb.

Vanessa just wants to avoid it all.

Brooke pauses, and each second that passes makes Vanessa’s heart constrict because maybe she should just try to explain, but she doesn’t know how to and it feels like too much-

“C’mon. My roommate and I are having a late dinner and rewatching Chicken Little. Are you in for a nacho night?”

Brooke’s looking at her expectantly and Vanessa wants to say yes, but what pops out of her mouth is what’s pressing on her even more. “Did you say rewatching Chicken Little?”

“It’s a good movie!” Brooke’s defensiveness makes Vanessa crack a smile despite how restless she feels, how much she’s fidgeting while standing in place. “Come over and you’ll see.”

“Y’know, we haven’t talked about movies before, but this recommendation is making me question what your taste is like,” Vanessa lets out a giggle, when Brooke’s mock offense takes over her face as she puts a hand to her heart.

“The disrespect. You’re not getting nachos with those kinds of statements,” Brooke grabs Vanessa’s gym bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she holds the door open. “Now c’mon.”

Brooke’s apartment is not what Vanessa expects - there are colours and tapestries lining the walls and even one on the ceiling, and she’s pretty sure she sees a bong on top of the refrigerator. It’s pretty, though, with the art splashed across every free surface and the shelves filled with books upon books, piles of even more on the actual floor. Vanessa has to resist the urge to go and sit down on the wicker chair in front of the television that’s suspended from the ceiling.

“Yvie’s the one behind the decor.” Brooke has a knowing smile on her face and Vanessa can feel her cheeks heat up, from how easily Brooke can read her mind. “Moved in a few years ago after she broke up with a long term partner. Never really got around to adding things of my own to the walls.”

Vanessa snickers before she can even get her joke out properly. “What would you add? A Chicken Little poster?”

Brooke, for her part, doesn’t miss a beat. “Nah. A poster of your meme.”

“Wow-”

“I know we were thinking nachos, but picture this. Chicken nuggets while we watch Chicken Little.” A girl with bright green hair pops her head out from behind a door, waving at the two of them.

Vanessa waves back, her eyebrows lifting higher and higher on her forehead when she realizes how tall the girl is as she walks closer. Even Brooke has to look up at her which is a strange sight on its own, considering how much Brooke towers over Vanessa.

Then again, Vanessa’s used to being the short one.

“Vanessa here is doubting the movie’s genius,” Brooke raises an eyebrow, and the girl lets out a fake gasp.

“Um, not a movie. Chicken Little is a film. An artistic masterpiece.”

“Are you two the presidents of the Chicken Little fan club?” Vanessa asks, as Brooke sticks her tongue out at her.

“Yes. And no, you can’t join.”

It’s interesting how Brooke’s work demeanor has dropped now that she’s in her own apartment, her normally squared shoulders a little more relaxed. It reminds Vanessa of when they went roller skating, seeing how much fun Brooke had while pulling her around the rink.

Vanessa wants to see more of it.

Brooke points at her roommate as the girl sticks out a hand. “Ness, this is Yvie. Yvie, Vanessa. I’m coaching her.”

“You’re introducing her as if I haven’t heard you talk about her every single day for the last however many months,” Yvie drawls and Brooke’s sputter is immediate, making Vanessa’s breath hitch a little in her throat.

Brooke talks about her?

Yvie pats Brooke on the back as if she’s choking on her water rather than on some words, sticking her other hand out for Vanessa to shake. “You’re Brooke’s favourite student. Also her only student, technically, but still a favourite nonetheless.”

Brooke’s cheeks are bright pink and Vanessa can’t deny that the sight is adorable, seeing her flustered for once. Still. Brooke probably recaps their training sessions and nothing more.

“As long as it’s mostly positive,” Vanessa shrugs, and the way Brooke emphatically nods makes her feel better than she wants to admit.

“I don’t think I could come up with anything negative about you.”

Brooke’s eyes are sincere as she says it, and Vanessa’s heart starts to beat just a little bit faster. Vanessa’s a person who’s always on the go, not one to slow down if she doesn’t have to but Brooke has the ability to make her world pause for just a second. Brooke changes Vanessa’s focus from what’s in front of her to solely her, and Vanessa almost wishes she could keep it there forever.

It’s never that hard for Vanessa to come up with words to reply with, especially not towards Brooke, but her brain feels like it has shuddered to a stop, pressing on the brakes because the small smile on Brooke’s face is more important to focus on. She could say something stupid, something funny, maybe return the sentiment but she doesn’t get a chance to decide on what to do before Yvie lets out a scoff.

“Except for your dislike of Chicken Little. That’s a negative if I’ve ever seen one.”

The platter of chicken nuggets that Yvie places on the coffee table with a flourish is impressive, to say the least. There’s a little bowl of ketchup on the side, along with sweet and sour sauce and something that looks to be...ranch?

Whatever it is, Vanessa’s nose wrinkles at the sight. “Which one of you eats ranch with chicken nuggets? Is that legal?”

Yvie’s cackle and Brooke’s flushed cheeks tell Vanessa all she needs to know as she plops down beside Brooke on the couch, nudging her side. “Really?”

“The flavour combination is great!” Brooke mutters, grabbing a chicken nugget and dipping it in the ranch for posterity, holding it up close to Vanessa’s face. “Try it.”

Vanessa scooches herself towards the edge of the couch, away from the chicken nugget and the ranch that’s slowly dripping down like a melting ice cream. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s delicious-”

“It’s cursed-”

“More for me, then,” Brooke tosses the chicken nugget into her mouth, and Vanessa’s not sure, really, how she’s handling the flavours together without puking. “You’re missing out.”

“Very happy to miss out on that, thank you very much. I’ll take the ketchup.”

It turns out that Chicken Little isn’t so bad with Yvie and Brooke peppering in commentary as they watch, and Vanessa finds herself getting swept into the plot, as ridiculous as it is. The glass of cider that Yvie’s brought for each of them is making Vanessa feel a little more relaxed, her shoulders not as stiff anymore as she leans against the back of the couch. It’s fun to watch Brooke’s face, really, and the way she lights up while quoting the movie as it plays.

Vanessa makes a mental note to invite Brooke over to watch more movies. Better movies. Expand her palate. Chicken Little cannot be at the top of Brooke’s movie pyramid, not when there are better choices available, like Pretty Woman. Sure, Vanessa’s not exactly a film connoisseur herself, but still. Anything beats Chicken Little, right?

Maybe it’s just the cider settling in, maybe it’s the full stomach of chicken nuggets, but...it’s nice. Comfortable. Vanessa pulls her feet up behind her on the couch before grabbing a throw pillow to hug on her lap, and really, she could fall asleep right where she’s sitting, even to the dulcet tones of the main chicken character screaming about an alien invasion. Brooke looks over as Vanessa settles herself more into the couch, her expression unreadable but then she reaches over the back of the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind them.

“Wanna share? It’s kinda cold.”

It’s not cold and Vanessa knows it, she knows that Brooke does too, but Brooke’s face is soft and tentative and adorable and sharing a blanket with her would make the couch situation even more cozy.

Plus, she can cuddle with Brooke, because Brooke is tall and thus is a tall, comfortable cushion to lean against.

Brooke throws the blanket across both of them and Vanessa scoots closer to her so that their laps are covered, the fabric fuzzy and warm. The side of Vanessa’s upper thigh leans against Brooke’s and she’s not sure why she’s so hyper aware of the fact, or why Brooke’s arm across the back of the couch makes her want to snuggle in even closer.

It’s just Brooke, after all. Brooke, who’s seen her when she’s all sweaty and about to collapse on the gym floor. Brooke, who had been there at her worst after the last tournament and still wants to coach her and spend time with her. Brooke, whose secret love for Twilight will never fail to make Vanessa laugh.

If it’s just Brooke, then why is Vanessa’s heart taking flight in her chest when Brooke starts to absentmindedly trace patterns on her palm? She doesn’t know why Brooke’s touch is lighting up a pattern of sparks on her skin either, or why Brooke’s side is so comfortable to lean against. Why Vanessa almost wishes that the movie could go on forever, so that she can stay warm and safe under Brooke’s arm that’s now draped across her shoulders.

Maybe Vanessa doesn’t need answers for all of those questions, not yet, not if finding out the answers would mean disrupting the delicate balance that hangs in the air between them. Brooke shuffles a little bit and when Vanessa’s head ends up against her chest, she can feel the way Brooke’s heart is beating, surely faster than any heart should. It’s a contrast from how seemingly relaxed the rest of Brooke’s body is, how her arms around Vanessa aren’t tense, restricting, but rather grounding, pulling her down.

Leaning back against Brooke is warm, familiar. It’s a feeling of home in a situation so novel, so different from how they usually are, like pulling on a sweater that Vanessa’s not sure how she’s ever lived without. Maybe, just maybe, Vanessa doesn’t ever have to take it off.

Vanessa doesn’t realize that the credits start rolling on the screen until Yvie rolls off of the lilac armchair, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. She lets out a yawn, stretching her arms up high before shutting off the TV. “I, for one, am exhausted. And as fun as this was, it’s my bedtime.”

Brooke snickers, and Vanessa can feel the way her chest reverberates underneath her. “You and I both know you’re about to go Facetime Scarlet.”

“That’s what bedtime means,” Yvie wiggles her eyebrows, and Brooke’s noise of disgust is immediate.

“Horrifying. You two better keep it down this time. My ears still haven’t recovered from overhearing you both last week,” Brooke shudders as Yvie cackles, shutting the door to her bedroom with a click.

Vanessa turns in Brooke’s grip, shooting a questioning look. Surely Yvie can’t be louder than the average person on Facetime. “Overhearing what?”

Brooke makes a face, the haunted look in her eyes almost comedic from the way that she sighs. “Let me put it this way. Yvie and her girlfriend are in a long distance relationship, which is hard on them for a multitude of reasons. One of them being their libidos.”

“Their libidos…” Vanessa trails off, her face falling when she realizes what Brooke means. “Oh no. Not that. Tell me not that.”

“Exactly that. They’re quieter over Facetime than they are when Scarlet visits, at least. That’s a blessing.”

Vanessa shudders. Sure, she’s not exactly quiet in bed either, but the thought of people on the other side of the wall being able to hear everything is horrifying, especially because of the fact that she lives with Alexis. Her sister does not need to know details about her sex life, that’s for sure.

Still, Vanessa wonders how loud Yvie must be. “How do they even make so much noise with phone sex, anyway? Yodel?”

“Mating calls that would fit in perfectly in a National Geographic documentary,” Brooke lets out a snicker, her hand clapping over her mouth when Yvie lets out an ‘I heard that!’ from behind her bedroom door. “Still, glad I’m not about to suffer through overhearing it alone. You’ve saved my evening.”

Vanessa snorts, pulling back from Brooke’s embrace to face her, leaning against the back of the couch. “Glad to be of service.”

Brooke is softness and kindness and contentment all at once, and the easy smile on her face is one that Vanessa feels so lucky to see the longer and longer that she knows her. It’s moments like these that Vanessa wants to hold on to forever - when Brooke’s guard is down, when her posture is relaxed and she’s looking over with eyes that Vanessa could drown in. She wants to package up this version of Brooke that isn’t tethered by reminders of her past, or with upholding a legacy that defines her whether she likes it or not. At times like this, Brooke isn’t a boxer with her father’s last name, or Vanessa’s coach responsible for facilitating her success. She’s just Brooke, a girl whose gaze is so mesmerizing that makes Vanessa’s breathing hitch in her throat without even realizing it.

Brooke holds out a hand and it’s almost second nature for Vanessa to link her fingers with hers, their hands fitting together in a way that doesn’t make sense, not when Vanessa’s hands are so much smaller. But Brooke’s grip is an anchor that keeps her from floating away, one that centers her and lets her focus on the upward curve of Brooke’s lips, the softness of her eyes when she smiles.

Except then Brooke’s brow is furrowing, a hint of concern in her eyes that Vanessa wants to brush away for her. “You okay? You’re quieter than usual.”

Vanessa can feel her face heating up as she stutters, pulling her eyes away from Brooke’s face to focus on the stitching along the couch cushions. “I’m fine. I...nothing.”

She can’t exactly go out and tell Brooke, someone who’s a coach and also a friend for that matter, that she’s just a little bit mesmerized by her face. Not something that’s likely to go over well.

Vanessa’s past relationships have been nothing short of peacocking, making herself known to those she’s had an interest in because they’d inevitably chase her right back. She knows her worth, knows how to go after what she wants, but…

What does she even want, now?

She doesn’t want Brooke, she can’t, not when Brooke is her coach and someone who’s becoming more and more important towards every aspect of her life, someone who she texts when she wakes up in the morning and who she’s messaging as she’s falling asleep.

Brooke’s not the type of person that Vanessa can parade around and go on a few dates with while drinking the cheapest wine on the menu for shits and giggles. She’s not someone that Vanessa can let go of easily, the way she’s had to with previous relationships that didn’t work out. Brooke is different from them.

She’s not disposable, not someone that Vanessa wants to let go of from her life. She isn’t someone that Vanessa can let go of at this point, because the thought of not seeing her amused expressions in the gym or the pride on her face while they’re training is too much to deal with. Vanessa’s only beginning to read through Brooke’s pages to learn more about her, and finding out little details that make her want to melt and pull Brooke just a little closer to her heart.

Brooke is too important.

Sure, Vanessa’s breath hitches in her chest whenever Brooke pulls her closer, and maybe Brooke’s smile is enough to drown out any background noise buzzing around them, but Vanessa also knows that she falls hard. And fast. She’s impulsive, following what her heart tells her to do and most of the time, she can deal with the consequences because she knows she’ll be able to get back up again.

But if this is a miscalculation? If saying something means that they’ll end up in pieces that neither of them will be able to put back together?

It’s too big of a risk. At least, for now.

Vanessa can’t be the one to take the jump off the cliff, not yet.

So she smiles, puts on the most reassuring expression that she can, hoping that it’s enough to soothe the concern that splays itself across Brooke’s features. “Really, I am. Just thinking about all the press shenanigans that Detox has lined up for me tomorrow.”

It’s enough for Brooke’s features to relax just a little bit, the smile on her face almost nostalgic. “I’m glad it’s you now, and not me, on Detox’s receiving end. She’s ruthless in the best way.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

There’s a sinking feeling in Vanessa’s chest by going for the cop out, but...she has no other choice. It’s not the way she normally handles situations like this, a fact made clear by how much she has to push down the butterflies in her stomach, and hide them behind a door so that they don’t escape and ruin stakes that feel too high, too much of a risk.

Still, Vanessa’s a bit of a sucker for punishment, and so when Brooke pulls her closer into a hug, it’s as easy as breathing to snuggle into her and rest her head against her chest, because Brooke’s arms are warm and safe and manage to slow her thinking down just a bit.

Part of Vanessa feels like she can handle it and hold herself back from doing anything stupid, if only to not mess everything up. She can be this close to Brooke and not have her chest split in two and maybe it’s a blessing, and something that she has to hold on to. Except that by leaning against Brooke, she can feel how fast Brooke’s heart is beating, threatening to escape from her chest before she can possibly stop it. It’s a contrast from the gentle way that Brooke’s fingers run through her hair, betraying the calmness on the outside that she’s trying so hard to convey.

Maybe Vanessa’s not the only one holding back. Maybe Brooke also feels it, maybe she’s also teetering on the bridge that Vanessa’s trying her best not to lose her footing on, and the thought gives Vanessa pause for a second, because maybe the risk is one they can manage, something they can work with...

No. No.

They can’t.

Not if it would lead to everything falling to pieces around them, not if it would mean no more training and no more Brooke in general. Because that’s how relationships always seem to end, don’t they?

As much as Vanessa has always wanted the romantic movie ending and a kiss in the rain, it hasn’t happened to her yet, much to her teenage self’s disappointment. There’s too much on the line to see if Brooke will be the one to veer her onto a different path and change the outcome.

So, Vanessa has to be happy with what she’s getting now, this friendship with Brooke and the coaching and accept it for all that it’s worth. Because Brooke’s important, maybe the most important person in Vanessa’s life and she has to take what she gets.

She’s lucky enough to have it in the first place, after all.

[sunnymenagerie]

For the first time in a very long - Yvie going off on Miss Vanjie during season 11 - Untucked was a million times more intense than the actual hour and a half that preceded it. Kandy and Tamisha Iman, who each have a legit army of fans ready to meet in a parking lot with switchblades, went AT IT backstage. For many fans, Kandy is verging on Silky Ganache territory but y’all - she is not to that level. This was a heated moment that went a little too far. I never think Tamisha means for her words to be taken as insults. She is from a generation that didn’t hide behind screens all day. It’s clear that she learned to be straight as hell with people and is bringing that to ‘Drag Race’ for what seems like the first time since perhaps Latrice Royale.

While the backstage drama had all of us acting like Brooke Lynn Hytes, the runway was overflowing because it was THE BAG BALL and with a dozen queens that was *drum roll* 36 looks. Yes, three dozen looks walking down that runway, and like in years past, the Bag Ball Eleganza look had to be made in the Werk Room. A detail that left glue gun queens, Symone and LaLa Ri, shooketh. Ladies, it’s been 13 years now - you know to prepare for what? Snatch Game and to at least know the basics of sewing because there will always be an arts and crafts section.

Symone managed to throw something together which kept her safe enough in the end, but poor LaLa Ri. The look on guest judge (and hopefully permanent fixture) Nicole Byer’s face when she walked out said it all. It was the fashion world’s number one definition of a hot mess. She barely glued tiny gift bags on a corset, and still walked out with more confidence than I manage to bust out on a rare good day. There was no denying she was going to be in the bottom two. Her other two looks could have been picture perfect and she still would have been lip-syncing for her life - but they weren’t. Well, the Miss Money Bags look was beautiful, but the bottom of her Bag of Bones dress looked testicular.

I mean, there were a lot, A LOT of misses on the runway because of the crafty assignment. LaLa was rightfully in the bottom with Tamisha Iman - whose Miss Money Bags was a beautiful look but pedestrian, a rich one but still - and Joey Jay who never pulled out something good throughout all three of her looks. Her IV Bag with the poison ivy leaves, that she assured Carson were not part of the pun multiple times, was far from great. Then her Bag Ball Eleganza was just...busy. Honestly, those three were my bottoms alongside Elliot and Kandy. Elliot’s first two looks were very basic, very meh but the execution of that cow ensemble? Loved it. Then there’s Kandy whose Mixed Bag look was kind of confusing with the rabbit top. Was she the rabbit coming out of the hat, or the magician? What made her dip lower than Elliot though were the somewhat sloppy backpacks.

On the flip side were the top looks, which I 100% agreed with the judges on; Gottmik, Utica, and Rose. To me, Rose is doing so well in the sense that she knows everything that is going to be on the test, but then maybe forgets to write her name or to bring a pencil. There’s something missing that is leaving her lingering ever so close to the top spot - and I’m starting to hope she finds it. As for the top two...the judges seemed to have multiple fashgasms this week every time Gottmik turned that corner, and right at the end when Utica served up the ultimate glamp look. 

I knew as soon as RuPaul saw Gottmik in that dazzling suit Lady Gaga was telling her people to get for her ASAP, we had a winner for the week. It’s the same way Ru has reacted to Symone in the past two weeks. For me though, Utica’s Bag Ball Eleganza was the only look to give me eleganza. It was Paris Fashion Week, Met Gala, and insane all rolled up into one.

Can I just say I am forgetting Tina Burner is even on the show right now? Like last week I said Elliot was lost in the shuffle but at least when Elliot serves me something like a gift bag, I remember it.

In the end, when the obvious bottoms were told to lip sync for their life, LaLa Ri went from serving up what is the worst look across the board - including All-Stars and all international spin-offs - to giving us one of the best lip syncs of this season, and the series. Joey Jay put up a fight but there was no denying that LaLa Ri delivered on her promise to give us an experience. I don’t think this is the last time we’re going to see LaLa Ri in this position, especially if they have to make something again, but I do know that it will take one hell of a queen to take her down head to head.

Bag Ball Looks Ranked

Utica - Every look was strong, but hers was the only one I felt was Bag Ball Eleganza

Gottmik - An honor roll student

Rose - She has every tool to get to the top, but there is like one bolt missing

Olivia - The suit with the cape was excellent, and her boxer was cute, but I almost wished she had a backup since we saw a boxer this season

Symone - Her pink, futuristic suit was a standout that round but this week she did just fall into the safe zone

Denali - Her looks were creative, but the Miss Money Bags was a little too boring and dragged her down overall

Tina Burner - Personally none of her looks stuck out to me but based on finish and compared to what followed in that regard...she lands here

Elliot - Her first two were basic, but her last one was executed so well. It was one of my favorites from that third round. It’s a shame her first two weren’t as great

Kandy - The homage to sex workers in the second round was excellent with the paper hair and blunt, but as I said...I was confused on the first and not impressed with her backpacks, backpacks.

Tamisha - They were all constructed well, but some lacked and some had too much going on

LaLa Ri - The African Boardroom look was fantastic but wow, she’ll never live down those gift bags

Joey Jay -

Week 5 Rankings & Reasonings

Gottmik - Con-Fucking-sistant

Rose - You can feel her get more determined the closer she gets to winning and I feel like that won’t fade

Symone - While she wasn’t at the top this week, her past report cards still make her a winner baby

Utica - Now that Michelle knows what Utica is serving, she is ordering some to go

Denali - A proven lip-sync assassin but there are some kinks to work out

Olivia - She continues to bring solid looks to the table

Tina Burner - She’s doing better than the queens that follow at the moment

Kandy - Her fire will keep her going

Tamisha - She’ll go out gracefully soon

LaLa - She may be in the bottom but because I think Elliot cannot beat her in a lip-sync, she is here

Elliot -

[writethehousedown]

And the Livin’s Easy Chapter One (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: me? doing yet another multi-chapter for the challenge? how original. this idea came to me while i was watching hawaii five-0 and i just ran with it. i have no actual knowledge of how the surfing world works, i’m a simple kick boxing fighter, so please bear with me and the in-accuracies you’ll find. the rest of the characters mentioned in the summary will appear in the next chapter :D my sideblog is @chachkisalpaca - oh, and also, frey is an absolute angel for beta-ing this. hope you enjoy!

Summary: The surfing season in Honolulu is at its peak, with every surfer, old and new, having their eyes on the big prize of the Hawaii Surf Association annual competition. As the day of the competition comes closer, Crystal tries to not get distracted with a certain Californian girl, Vanessa swears she’s over Brooke, Yvie tries to seduce the hotel’s lifeguard and Jaida is just witnessing everything go down as she sips on her piña colada.

It’s summertime and the beach is packed.

Crystal doesn’t expect any less, honestly; the summer season is at its peak, plus Honolulu is always a famous tourist spot. No wonder there’s barely a spot to stand in O’Ahu.

The waves are good today and Crystal engages in a playful banter when she encounters some of her fellow surfers while training. There’s a surfing competition next week, a very important one at that, and every surfer and their grandma wants that prize. To think of what she could do with the money — Crystal might just layback for the rest of the season and enjoy some very well deserved vacations before going back to Missouri for yet another college year.

She finds it sad that the waves last only during the summer, because she’s capable of surfing them even when the water temperature is below 0 and would catch a cold for the mere act of standing too close to the water (“Colds start with the feet,” her mother has been telling her since she was a child, and it just stuck.)

But she doesn’t have to worry for the winter that’s still months away; right now she just lets the Sun burn her skin as the water soaks her entire body.

She feels lightheaded, like she’s capable of doing anything while she’s on her surfing board.

“You getting’ better, Glass,” Vanjie shouts, while riding the same wave as her.

Crystal laughs loudly, the nickname ‘Glass’ still sounding so wild to her, she sometimes wonders why and how did Vanjie ever come up with that one.

“What do ya wanna bet that I’ll beat your ass next week,” Crystal yells back, and Vanjie cocks a brow, focused on keeping her balance.

“Fuck off, I bet you won’t even last the rest of training without falling.”

“If I make it through training without falling you’re buying me a drink at Sal’s.”

Vanjie meets her gaze for a brief second and laughs shortly.

“Es más fácil decirlo que hacerlo, but you got a deal, bitch.” She winks at her and Crystal takes it upon herself to win that bet.

“Veamos si puedes conmigo, perra.”

*

Gigi is, decidedly, not a beach person.

She gets it; the water looks pretty under the Sun, the palms make a good background for an Instagram picture, and her bathing suit fits her like a glove, drawing attention from both men and women, but despite all this — she just can’t take how crowded it is, the children running around and yelling like banshees, how cold the water is, the dirty people that leave their trash behind, and a long etcetera.

Brita’s been so kind to invite them to their family’s house in Honolulu for a few weeks, Gigi is very much aware of it, which is why she tries not to be a gigantic bitch while they’re on the beach; she doesn’t want Brita to kick her out, basically.

Besides, Honolulu is very pretty. One of the most beautiful cities she’s ever visited, actually. She doesn’t mind the rest of it; it’s this specific part of the city that she dreads. She’s also very aware of the irony of agreeing to go to a place that’s famous for its beaches while hating beaches, thank you very much.

She applies a generous amount of sunscreen to every inch of her body, still sitting under the umbrella and ignoring her friends’ pleas for her to join them in the water. Gigi merely says that she’ll meet them in a moment, and though they’re not very convinced by it, they still run towards the sparkly blue water.

Gigi clearly lied; as soon as they’re out of sight, she pulls out her phone and thinks for a moment about taking photos for her Instagram — if she’s going to spend most of this trip at the beach, she might as well take advantage of it and take some cute pictures for her feed. She didn’t pack so many bathing suits for nothing.

She’s scrolling through her DM requests —deleting the men, replying to the women— when there’s a sudden uproar from the people sitting around her. They’re cheering for something or someone. Gigi looks around, confused, until she lays eyes on the sea in front of her and the waves crashing against the shore; there are surfers in the waves, naturally, but these seem like the skilled type.

Gigi decides to film it for her Instagram Stories, because why not, they are talented, and Gigi can barely float around in her parents’ pool in a donut floatie without rolling over and drowning.

One of them falls, and the crowd gasps, though Gigi isn’t all that interested in it. Her friends wave at her from the sea and Gigi scrambles to find an excuse not to join them.

*

Crystal can’t stop laughing, even when they arrive at the shore and all Vanjie does is shout at her, saying that she bewitched her or something, because there’s no way she fell instead of her.

“Get over it, Vanj. You owe me now.”

She sticks her board into the sand, taking her hair tie off and rearranging her hair in a ponytail. Her hair is soaked, clearly, and Crystal’s hands are already tired at the thought of having to shampoo the sea water off it.

Crystal doesn’t mind though, it’s worth it.

Vanjie shots Crystal a deadly glare and rearranges her own hair, groaning slightly as she does so.

“I’m only paying you because a bitch keeps her promises,” she says. “Also, on the note of having drinks, you wanna grab a smoothie before going on with training? But you’re paying for your own drink, ho.”

Crystal laughs wholeheartedly with a nod. She goes to look between the pockets of her bag for money and asks one of her friends to watch her board for her; it’ll just be a moment.

They’re talking about their plans once the competition is done and what would they do if they get the prize money. Vanessa says she’ll pack up her stuff and go back to Puerto Rico for the rest of the summer even if she loses, and will chase waves on her hometown beach. Maybe teach a few of the little ones in her family to surf, if she has the time and patience for it.

“Y’know, the little shits are getting bigger and bigger, and they barely remember their aunt Vanessa! My girl Julia, bless that one, still remembers me — but, bitch, she did her first communion already! Damn, last time I checked she was still five,” Vanjie rambles, and Crystal definitely feels her on a spiritual level.

This is the part she likes about being friends with Vanjie, the fact they both have similar experiences with their Latin families and understand each other in a way most people wouldn’t. Her favourite part of summer is getting to spend it with her.

Crystal says something about her little nephew Mateo —who Vanessa adores, despite having not met him yet, just because his name matches with her surname— and how he’s gotten so big in the blink of an eye, already reaching Crystal’s hip, when she bumps into something.

Or rather, someone.

There’s a gasp and Crystal is wet yet again, though this time it’s sticky and it smells fruity.

“Well, there goes ten dollars,” a voice snarls, and Crystal finally pulls up her gaze to meet the asshole that just spilled their drink all over her.

She finds a woman with long auburn hair, skin pale as snow, think as a rail, with pink plump lips and a pair of icy blue eyes staring right back at her. Crystal thinks it’s a shame that she’s an asshole, because she is really pretty.

“Watch where you walk, pendeja,” Crystal bites back and the woman rolls her eyes, avoiding her as she goes on with her way. Vanjie and Crystal briefly look at her before proceeding with what they were doing. “At least I can wash the stickiness off once we hit the waves again,” she consoles herself, resigned to smell like fruit until she gives her bathing suit a proper wash.

*

“I hate the beach,” Gigi declares, settling at Jackie’s side with a huff and her arms folded. Jackie quirks an amused eyebrow, barely stifling a laugh, and Nicky casts a side glance at her.

“Why’s that?” Nicky asks, her gaze still glued to her phone.

“Some idiot cost me ten dollars, can you believe? I didn’t even have a sip of that smoothie!” Gigi complains with a whine that’s rather childish. Jackie just laughs, patting her friend’s back.

“If you join us now, I’ll buy you another smoothie later.”

“Fuck off with that motherly tone, Jacqueline,” Gigi says with a laugh, Jackie gasps offended and swats her arm playfully.

“That’s not the way to talk to your friends, baby Geeg!” Jackie scolds her, only making Gigi laugh louder.

Jackie is the eldest of them all (though, to be fair, she’s only a couple months older than Brita) and she’s naturally the mom friend. She’s pulled them out of the bar, called cabs, helped them through heartbreaks, more than Gigi can count (though Gigi isn’t good at counting). It’s only fair she gets to do these jokes.

Gigi pouts and puts on her puppy eyes, locking her hands. “Do you promise to buy me a smoothie, though?” She asks, in a tone so high-pitched she annoys herself.

But never Jackie, she’s got the patience none of them have, so she just nods with an over the top sigh and forcefully drags her to the water.

Gigi hates what the salty water does to her hair, though to be fair — Jackie did buy her a smoothie once they came back to their spot.

*

Sal’s Shack has grown to be Crystal’s favourite place on the island.

She discovered it when she was a little girl and came to Honolulu for the first time, after her parents saved up for a whole year and her father pushed as much as he could for a promotion at his job. It isn’t just a restaurant or a bar; Sal doesn’t like labels, so he never put one on his establishment.

It’s whatever you want it to be, though it does become a bar after midnight, that title going away once the Sun is up.

When Crystal met Vanjie, almost five summers ago, she took her to Sal’s Shack, and Vanjie was so in love with the place they kept on coming back, with or without the other.

Sal immediately smiles upon seeing them enter, even if the place is already getting crowded, Sal tells them he’d be able to hear Vanjie’s voice from a mile away.

“What can I get you tonight, girls?” He asks, with that warm, kind smile that reminds Crystal of her childhood years.

“I’m in the mood for your spicy meatballs sandwich,” Vanjie says dreamily, prompting Sal to laugh wholeheartedly. Crystal follows her suit by saying she wants a burger, and tells Sal not to be shy with the sauce.

They get settled while they wait, talking about how their college careers are going and how much they want the summer to be endless.

There’s just something about this city that makes it magical, Crystal likes to think. She’s had a few summer flings there, never seeing them again once she packed up her things and came back to Missouri, but each one of them had something special that made Crystal feel as if it wasn’t just a summer fling.

She wonders if she’ll find someone new this time around too, though it isn’t high up in her priority list.

*

Brita takes them to her uncle’s restaurant-bar-whatever, saying they have to visit it, not only because they serve pretty good cocktails, but also because there are always some hotties hanging around.

Though the idea of a summer hook up is attractive to Gigi, this isn’t Los Angeles; she doesn’t have any cab numbers, she still can’t properly manage herself around, and would consequently get lost trying to come back to the house. She tells herself that she’ll wait a few days until she’s a little more familiar with the place, just in case.

They arrive to the bar —Gigi’s decided to call it a bar for her own sanity—, and much like at the beach, the place is full, and she can’t see a free table.

“Don’t worry, girls,” Brita says, “I called my uncle and told him to save us a table, follow me.” So follow they do. They absentmindedly link hands and elbow their way through the place. The music is blasting through the speakers, there’s a couple of people dancing, and a lot of others just standing with their drinks and nudging on them.

Gigi has to admit Brita was right; there are some attractive people around, and it takes all of Gigi’s willpower not to stare. Perhaps sticking to the rules she’s just imposed on herself won’t be that easy.

They make it to the end of the bar and Brita smiles widely upon seeing her uncle, breaking the chain of hands and launching herself into his arms. The girls stand there awkwardly until they finish their conversation.

“He looks like Brita, but as a man,” Jan comments in a whisper, making Gigi and Nicky laugh. Jackie shushes them, though she agrees under her breath.

Brita introduces them one by one with a wide smile, and Gigi has to admit the resemblance between them is scary. Brita’s uncle gives them a warm welcome and tells them to call him Sal before guiding them to their table. It’s in a corner of the place and they can see everyone and everything, plus, they’re a few feet away from the bar. It’s a nice spot overall.

They get settled and Sal leaves them a few menus with the drinks options, including non-alcoholic drinks, and leaves to go back to work, telling them to look for him if they need anything.

Gigi briefly looks at the menu before setting it aside and looking around the bar, trying to find a face that stands out from the rest — instead, she hears a voice that breaks through the noise and makes a few heads turn around.

They voice comes from a few tables away, right in front of them. There’s a woman with dark, curly hair waving her arms around and talking with her friend, while the other woman sitting in front of her and facing Gigi is dying with laughter.

Gigi squints, finding her face oddly familiar, until it clicks.

*

Crystal throws her head back as she laughs, bracing her stomach as Vanjie grows louder and louder during her speech.

“And the fucking bitch had the AUDACITY to call me a fucking liar! Can you believe?” Vanjie slams her fist on the table and Crystal is hollering with laughter. She knows she shouldn’t have brought up the fact that her ex is also coming to the competition, but right now Vanjie is too worked up to back down.

For the longest time, Crystal thought Canada didn’t have any surfers — with such a cold weather, how could someone even want to enter the water? But it turns out that Vanjie’s ex, Brooke, is Canadian and a surfer, and she’s going to be competing alongside them. She found out, because she follows Yvie Bridges’ socials, and she posted a picture with Brooke, captioning it with “Excited to be reunited with my sister in Honolulu!” Except with a lot more exclamation marks.

Vanjie quickly tries to backpedal her entire rant by saying she’s not bothered at all by Brooke’s presence, because she’s over her and she’s seeing this girl, Kameron, who she met in a competition in Puerto Rico and is a sports photographer.

Crystal cocks a brow and before Vanjie can further prove to Crystal that she’s not over Brooke at all, she asks her if she wants another round of destornilladores. Vanjie nods effusively, tossing bills to her.

She heads to the bar and perches herself on it, waving at the barman. She places her order and when there’s a seat available, she takes it without hesitation.

Crystal is watching the barman as he mixes her drink, when someone slides into the empty seat next to her. She casts a quick glance over them and has to do a double take when the woman’s face is familiar.

She blinks repeatedly; this is the woman that threw her smoothie at her earlier that day.

It seems that Smoothie Girl recognizes her too, because she stares at her for a moment too long, and somehow Crystal finds the courage to speak up.

“You’re the asshole that threw their smoothie in my bathing suit,” Crystal finally speaks up.

“And you’re the asshole that threw herself into my smoothie,” she shots back, cocking one of her perfectly painted eyebrows, and Crystal has to admit that was a good one.

The barman places her orders in front of her; Crystal quickly pays him and Smoothie Girl takes advantage of his presence to place her own order. Crystal searches for Vanjie’s eyes among the crowd, and she finds her with her stare glued on her. She smiles when she sees their drinks, but frowns when Crystal points at the woman sitting beside her.

It’s her, she mouths, but Vanjie tilts her head, confused. Smoothie Girl, she mouths this time, and Vanjie looks surprised. She starts to mouth things Crystal can’t catch, but she guesses it’s a combination of get your ass over here, and that bitch.

“I’ve been thinking all day about what you called me,” she says, attracting Crystal’s attention again. She frowns, confused.

“What? Pendeja?” She asks, and Smoothie Girl nods. “Oh, that’s Spanish for asshole.”

Smoothie Girls snorts, cocking a brow. “What’s the Spanish word for ‘you owe me ten bucks’?”

“That would be ‘in your dreams,’” Crystal retorts, the brunette rolls her eyes.

She knows Vanjie is watching them closely, her stare burning a hole in Crystal’s neck, in case hands need to be thrown. But she has a feeling she won’t be needing Vanjie’s hands — not that she can say the same about this woman.

The barman leaves a drink in front of Smoothie Girl and she pays with a coquettish smile, Crystal thinks her drink smells way too fruity.

“That smoothie left my bathing suit smelling like fruit even when I washed it three times,” Crystal comments, trying to sound nonchalant. The woman cocks a brow as she sips on her drink. “What flavor was it, anyway?”

She seems surprised by the question, though she’s quick to answer.

“Uh, mango and peach, I think,” she replies and Crystal scrunches up her nose.

“Ugh, that sounds hideous.”

“It’s not! Had you licked your bathing suit you would know it’s very tasty.” She laughs at her own joke, and Crystal finds herself laughing too.

It’s weird how just moments ago they were calling each other assholes and now they’re laughing like nothing happened.

Crystal scoots herself closer in the chair, their knees practically brushing as she tries to catch her gaze.

“You got a name, Smoothie Girl?” She inquires in a casual tone. Smoothie Girl finally meets her gaze, and her blue eyes aren’t as icy as the first time they ran into each other.

“Genevieve, but everyone calls me Gigi.” She offers her hand to shake and Crystal gladly takes it. “And you?”

“I’m Crystal. Some people call me Crys, others Cryssie — and that dumbass over there,” she discreetly points at Vanjie, who’s typing away in her phone, trying to act as if she hasn’t been staring at them for a long minute now, “calls me Glass. Don’t ask me why, she just does.” Crystal shrugs, and Gigi laughs.

She feels some sort of pride blooming in her chest at making Gigi laugh.

“So, Crystal,” Gigi begins. “Do I have to assume you’re a surfer? I mean, what you were wearing when you ran into my smoothie looks like something a surfer would wear.”

Crystal nods enthusiastically, proceeding to tell her that she’s been surfing on and off since she was just thirteen and how she comes to Honolulu every year, rarely shifting her destination for the summer.

In return, Gigi confides her that she’s from California and it’s her first time in Honolulu, saying that her friend —Sal’s niece, apparently— invited them and she just couldn’t say no, even when she isn’t that much of a beach enthusiast. She hates them, in fact.

Upon hearing this, Crystal lets an over the top gasp that makes Gigi go into a fit of giggles, apparently already expecting that reaction.

“What the fuck? Dude, you can’t be serious,” she exclaims, and Gigi continues giggling.

“I’m deadly serious,” she assures her, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger.

“You don’t even like the food or ice cream?”

“I do, I hate the dirty people that leave their trash behind, though.”

“What about the kids? They’re always so cute — running around with their water guns and getting excited over everything. Some remind me of my own little cousins.”

Gigi visibly scrunches up her nose, doing a disgusted face.

“I hate kids, actually.”

Crystal folds her arms in a huff, intently staring at Gigi.

“No, there’s no way you’re that much of a… Beach Grinch,” she blurts out, the embarrassment flooding over her as soon as the words come out from her mouth. Gigi cocks a brow.

“Beach Grinch? Now that’s original,” Gigi says, leaning in closer to Crystal, a wicked smile painted in her lips. “Y’know, though I find the beach extremely boring, I can’t say the same for the people that like it.”

Crystal grins; she’s played this game far too many times, but something in Gigi makes her think this time it won’t be as easy as with the other ones.

Just when she’s lining up a witty reply, Gigi suddenly scoots back, a bashful smile where there used to be a wicked one.

“Sadly, I don’t have the time to think too much about it, ‘cause I’m here to have a good time with my friends. Later!”

She hops off from her chair, bringing her drink with her, and makes her way back to her friends, swaying her hips as she walks and making her skirt fly with the movement.

Crystal takes a moment to realize what Gigi just did, and when she finally pulls herself back together to walk over to Vanjie with their drinks, she tries to convince herself that maybe Gigi is another one of those straight girls wanting to “experiment.” It’s what she says to herself to make her cheeks cool down several degrees.

Vanjie says they can cash the bitch outside if she wants to fight, but Crystal just dismisses her with a wave of her hand.

After they finish their drinks, they hang around at Sal’s for a little longer, dancing when there is a good song playing and talking with strangers, and just before they leave, Crystal looks through the crowd for Gigi’s eyes, and she finds her staring right back. What she sees in her eyes makes her stomach twist.

‘If she’s playing hard to get, then it’s on,’ she thinks, and the next thing she thinks is that Gigi can read her mind, because the wicked smile is back into her face before Crystal withdraws her gaze.

[narcoleptic-drag-queen]

Babe, since you've started with Scyvie, how about 50 and E?

I love scyvie and I love you, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

50 - “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.”

E - Secret Admirer

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Scarlet finds a bouquet of roses just outside the door to her Economics lecture.

She stares at it for a long moment, trying to relate it somehow to her class being cancelled. She flips through insane scenarios, from the professor cancelling class to use the classroom for some sort of romantic escapade to a student coming over to woo their crush and throwing the bouquet upon rejection, but eventually, she decides the most likely case is that someone accidentally dropped it in their rush to class.

She takes two steps away when she finally registers the name written on the white card sticking out of the stems. To my Scarlet, with love, your secret admirer.

Scarlet blushes at the sight, happiness and excitement fluttering around in her chest like small birds. She’s been getting notes wedged in her dormitory door for a few months now, but this is new. 

And very, very exciting.

She bends down to pick up the flowers, unable to help the smile spreading across her face. She makes a show of smelling them once she’s up, eager to show off. She has a secret admirer. That shit only happens in movies. And to Scarlet, apparently.

It makes sense.

She turns the card over, admiring the silky red string it’s tied with, and finds another note written on the back in the curly, wild cursive she’s come to adore. 

Something is waiting at your favorite place to reside.

A small thrill runs through her - a scavenger hunt. And likely with a prize on the other end of it. Please, dear god, let the prize be a brand new girlfriend. 

She thinks over the clue for a few moments - it can’t be her dorm, because she’s barely in it. She spends most of her time in the library, which closed at five, or --

The Starbucks. She’s always been a basic white girl about her coffee and her studying habits, something that Yvie loves to tease her about, but she can’t quite bring herself to care. Yvie still comes with her and fake-gags at the amount of sugar in her drinks, and that’s really all Scarlet wants.

Hope suddenly spikes through her chest. What if--

She dashes down the walkways, speeding past students and even knocking into a few in her haste to get to the Starbucks attached to the little grocery mart at the very edge of campus. She gets there in record time, bursting in with little ceremony only to stand there, awkwardly, for a moment, unsure of what to do now that she’s here.

There’s no one in the shop, so she’s definitely not meeting anyone, and she’s about to start looking under the tables when the barista calls her name.

“Scarlet?”

“That’s me!” Scarlet says, perhaps a little too quickly. She steps over, raising her eyebrows at the warm coffee the barista passes over.

“Prepaid,” the barista tells her, bemused. “Obviously. There’s a note at the bottom for you.”

Excitement once again flutters in her chest as she grins, raising the cup up to find a note leading her to the quad, hinting at a ‘treat’. She thinks that her secret admirer has won her heart already, no matter who it is. (Except it does matter, because it has to be her, Scarlet needs it to be her, but she can’t get her hopes up for something that isn’t going to happen).

“Thank you,” she tells the barista, her excitement only a little diminished. “You don’t want to maybe tell me who prepaid, do you?”

The barista shakes his head with a wry smile, and Scarlet shrugs, so happy that she even waves him goodbye on her way out. Even if it isn’t Yvie, it’s still someone who clearly knows her well, and she thinks if they’re willing to put this much effort into her, then she can try to return the favor.

But god, what if it was Yvie?

She ends up going to two other places before the final hint comes in the shape of a paper bird, shittily folded but beautiful nonetheless, telling her to go to the ‘place you share with only one other’.

She knows immediately where to go, letting her feet take her there more than her mind, new hope beaming through her entire body as she practically runs towards the tiny alcove between the English and Law buildings, rose petals shedding behind her like red footprints. 

It’s a small garden tucked away from passersby, something that Scarlet had found her freshman year, when she’d wanted a place to cry alone over a ‘D’ on her first paper and her roommate had been in their dorm already. She’d only been willing to share it with one other person: her best friend, the girl who feels almost more familiar to her than herself. 

She rounds the corner, slipping between the brick walls of the entrance, her breath catching when she finds Yvie waiting for her within. Her back is to Scarlet as she messes with something on the base of the tree, clearly too focused to pay attention to the time or her surroundings. Scarlet lets her eyes wander away from the other girl to admire what she’d been working on, and she lets out a quiet gasp at the sight.

The whole place is lit up, now that the sun has set and campus is emptier than it was even at six o clock, with string lights threaded through the branches of the tree and electric candles settled between the bushes, twinkling cheerfully. It’s gorgeous - like something out of a movie.

Scarlet can’t believe her luck. She can’t quite let herself believe that this is her luck. Maybe the note had meant her dorm, and the one person her roommate. Maybe she’d gotten this all wrong - but why else would Yvie have made the tree glitter like that?

“Yves,” Scarlet breathes, too impatient to wait for Yvie to turn around, and Yvie jumps, whirling around to face Scarlet with wide eyes.

“Oh, Jesus,” she says, her voice almost too loud for the space she’s created around them. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, Scar.”

Scarlet shrugs, not quite able to hide the way she’s shaking with anticipation, with hope. “Should have been more prepared when you led me here, then,” she says, and it feels like she’s just stepped off a ledge. Either Yvie will confirm that it’s her, or she’ll look at her like she’s insane, and Scarlet will be crushed. 

Yvie’s lips curl into a shy smile, and she tucks a piece of her bangs behind her ear. They’re getting too long, but Scarlet kind of likes it. Kind of wants to tuck the hair behind Yvie’s ear for her. “Yeah,” Yvie says, her voice a lot quieter. “Maybe I should have.”

“So you are,” Scarlet says, and her voice is only a little shaky. “You are my secret admirer.”

Yvie just nods, taking a visible breath. “Is that okay?”

“Bitch,” Scarlet breathes out, laughing a little. She takes a step closer, so that she has to look just slightly up to meet Yvie’s eyes. “It’s more than okay.”

“Really?”

“I was hoping it was you,” Scarlet says, and she steps even closer, her confidence returning to her in bounds. She takes a piece of Yvie’s hair in her hand, twirling it around her fingers and grinning at the way Yvie’s breath catches. “I was wishing for it, actually.”

“Good,” Yvie says softly, and Scarlet gives her a softer smile.

“Good,” she repeats quietly, and Yvie pulls her into a kiss.

Scarlet sinks into it, humming, happiness swelling in her chest so dramatically that she feels like she might pop. Yvie is warm despite the autumn breeze, bright despite the darkness of the sky, and Scarlet loves her so, so much. She’s loved her for so long, and now--

Yvie deepens the kiss, and Scarlet’s brain completely short circuits. She presses closer, drops the bouquet and threads her fingers through Yvie’s hair, curling her fingers through it and gasping at the way Yvie moans. 

They pull away, both grinning brighter than Yvie’s fairy lights, chests heaving.

“That all you got?” Scarlet teases. She feels like she could jump a fifty foot hurdle.

Yvie just kisses her again.

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Can(t) Speak French

Though Gigi technically can speak French, she finds impossible to even speak at all whenever Nicky is around.

a/n: I said I would write a fic with Girls Aloud’s song Can’t Speak French, AND HERE IT IS. Short-ish one-shot, just to try to explore the girls’ personalities and dinamics. It’s not beta-ed at all, so there will be mistakes.

The bolded dialogue indicates they’re speaking in French, because I didn’t want Google Translate to do me dirty.

“So, you’re telling me that out of all the people working in this office, I’m the only one that speaks French? How?” Gigi inquired in complete astonishment. Yvie nodded with a sigh.

“Apparently, yes. Most of our employees know Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Farsi…” She listed, trailing off a little. “Hardly anyone listed being fluent in French when they applied for their jobs. The only other employee that knew French is Katya, and as we all know she quit to work in her wife’s make-up company,” Yvie pointed out, punctuating the annoyance in her tone with an eye roll.

Gigi suppressed a smile. She’d been working there for mere months, and she didn’t really know who this Katya was, but she was thankful that she quit. Up until now, she’d just been the typical new employee that serves coffee, runs from here to there to deliver papers and almost nobody took seriously due to the fact that she was the youngest girl around.

“When is Miss Doll arriving?” She asked, trying not to show how excited she actually was.

Yvie looked at her wrist watch and then back at Gigi.

“In an hour or so after lunch.”

Soon after Gigi was dismissed to go back to work until it was time for the meeting, and she had the biggest smile in her face as she walked back to her desk.

After having thrown her hopes and dreams of being a fashion designer to the trash, she decided to move to New York with a friend that was going to study at the city. She went around applying for jobs until she got where she was on Charles Building Company.

Though her mother had offered her a million times to send her money to pay rent and buy groceries so she could go back to college —she always insisted she had a good eye for design and fashion, being more sad than upset when she quit college— Gigi always declined, saying they lived just fine from Gigi’s paycheck, her income from the little side business she had as a make-up artist, and the money Crystal parent’s sent their daughter.

Being financially stable didn’t mean she was happy with her job, though — most days she was bored out her mind and she didn’t have any friends despite having worked there for half a year now. The closest thing she had to a friend being Jackie Cox, one of the Company’s lawyers, and she didn’t even know if she could consider Jackie a friend; she was nice to everyone.

So when she sat back at her desk, instead of paying attention to Raven’s voice that shouted from the other side of the room to bring her a coffee, she decided to do some research on Nicky Doll.

Who knew, if she excelled at this she’d probably get promoted to a higher position and people would stop treating her like a kid.

According to Google, Nicky Doll was a French businesswoman known for both her fashion sense and cutthroat attitude when negotiating. She used to be one of France’s most beloved models, and now she was a designer herself, among having investments of all kinds.

Gigi knitted her brows in a frown, starring at a picture of Nicky in her latest fashion show. What kind of business would she want to make with Charles Building Company?

*

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing the red suit. You know this one fits me like a glove and I only wear the pink one on Fridays because it’s comfortable and on Fridays I hang out with the girls after work,” Gigi rambled as she rushed through her lunch, trying to not let her phone fall from the crook of her neck.

Lunch time was almost over and Gigi had taken advantage of it to call her mom and get herself ready before Nicky arrived, vibrating with excitement.

Her mom was telling her how proud of her she was —and also kind of rubbing in her face that she had been right about sending her to French classes since she was little— when Gigi looked at the time and realized she had to go back to her desk and finish reading the contracts before the meeting.

She said her usual goodbyes and packed her lunch back in her lunchbox, heading towards the door of the rooftop, taking a last glimpse of New York’s busy streets before she was going down the stairs.

The rooftop was her favorite part of the whole building; it was mostly deserted when the company wasn’t using it for fancy parties, and Gigi loved it — the view was amazing, and she didn’t have to think on her co-workers purposefully leaving her out when they all got lunch together.

Gigi was humming a song as she went to call the elevator, but she was surprised when, without having pressed any buttons, its doors opened and she saw two people having an argument in a language that clearly wasn’t English.

Gigi’s heart jumped when she noticed this was Nicky Doll. Holy shit.

“Stop pressing more buttons, Leila! You act like a child that’s never been in an elevator,” Nicky huffed, folding her arms. Hesitantly, Gigi stepped into the elevator, making Nicky aware of her presence and causing her to suddenly straighten her position and soften up her expression. “Good evening, Miss,” she politely greeted her with a nod.

Gigi inhaled sharply, all her French knowledge was suddenly gone and her throat was dry.

The photos definitely didn’t do Nicky any justice. She was nothing short of stunning in person, and Gigi was suddenly nervous at the thought of having to spend a lot of time with her as the negotiations went on.

The doors closed and Gigi somehow felt as if there wasn’t any air.

“Good evening, Miss Doll,” she replied with a croaky voice. She bit her tongue and a blush covered her cheeks, as Nicky Doll looked her from head to toe with an indecipherable look. “I— I’m pleased to meet you,” she immediately said after, trying to not let her voice tremble.

“And you are…?” Nicky asked, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Gigi gulped, even if she didn’t mean it, she looked very intimidating.

“My name’s Gigi Goode and I’ll be your interpreter during the negotiations,” she informed with a shy smile, and Nicky tilted her head to the side.

“What a coincidence, then, to find you just when we thought we were lost,” Nicky said, turning to see her assistant. “This is my assistant, Leila, and it’s safe to say us both were surprised when we arrived and there was no one to receive us and show us around.” Gigi felt Nicky scrutinizing her, and she mentally cursed Yvie.

‘An hour after lunch my ass,’ she thought.

“My apologies for that, our boss was under the impression that you’d arrive later on, we weren’t expecting you so early,” she explained, with her tone full of embarrassment.

Gigi thought she deserved a raise after this; apologizing in behalf of the whole company wasn’t part of her contract.

Nicky suddenly opened her eyes widely and looked at Leila.

“You got the time zones messed up again when you e-mailed them, didn’t you?” She inquired, folding her arms. Leila instantly looked mortified and began apologizing profusely, but Nicky dismissed her with a wave of her hand. “Whatever, it’s already done. Make sure you double check the next time.”

Nicky turned to see Gigi with an apologetic look.

“My apologies for the confusion, Miss Goode. My assistant is still learning,” she said, rubbing her temples.

Gigi nodded understandingly and glanced briefly at the assistant. She’d be lying if she didn’t see herself in her; she used to constantly fuck things up when she began working there. How had Yvie not fired her was beyond her.

The elevator soon was in silence and Nicky pulled out her phone, slightly leaning against the wall.

Gigi tried so hard to not stare at her, but it was nearly impossible. Nicky just had something in her that made her incredibly alluring.

“I like your suit, where did you get it?” Leila complimented, snapping Gigi from her thoughts. She blinked repeatedly before she realized what she’d asked her.

“Thank you! Oh, my mom made it,” she replied with a toothy smile, twirling a little.

Nicky looked up from her phone, eyeing her curiously.

“Your mom is very talented, Miss Goode,” Nicky said, taking a step forward and inspecting every little detail on Gigi’s suit, as Gigi fidgeted with her hands behind her back. “I have to admit, your mother’s work is very polished, and it looks like something that’d be sold at Paris finest boutiques.” Nicky smiled at Gigi, locking eyes with her.

Gigi’s cheeks got a slight rosy tone, the wide smile still present in her face.

“Thank you, Miss, that means a lot coming from you,” she replied, just when the elevator’s doors opened again.

“Miss Gigi, would you do me the favor of showing me around?” Nicky inquired, and Gigi nodded right away.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Nicky softly interlocked her arm with Gigi’s and looked expectantly at her, batting her eyelashes a little.

“Lead the way, Miss Goode.”

Gigi felt her face burning, but she mechanically started walking, unable to form a coherent sentence.

[totallypathet]

Episode Four

Okay so first things first, I love a ball. I'm just not that psyched when they do them so early on in the season, because it feels so overwhelming when there's 12 queens doing 3 looks each, there's just sooo much to process! Having said all that, I do absolutely adore the ball challenges because it shows us so much about each queen. It's always interesting watching their creative processes and how they think. My favourites in the ball challenges are the ones who really *KimChi voice* embrace the materials. I just find it so boring when they just sort of glue stuff to corsets and don't really incorporate the materials of the challenge. So having said that, let's get into it!

1. Aiden Zhane

Miss Aiden... after the runways the only thing I had to say about Aiden was "really girl?".

She put so little effort into that third outfit. She put less effort into that that Derrick Berry put into the book ball. It was basic, bitch, don't come at it like "well I have a simple aesthetic" simplicity is not low effort. Simplicity is not basic. Simplicity is Gigi Goode's Lady Baller look. It was simple; but it was perfectly fitted, it was a fully realised concept, the fabric choices were perfect - it's simple, but it's effective, it's beautiful, and it's a story. That fucking corset was terrible, and she should've lipsynced for that alone. Her Lady Baller look was cute, I liked the reference, but I've seen it before. Her Basketball wife was horrific. I own that dress, and it's cheap and tacky. Speaking of cheap and tacky, can we talk about that black wig she wore with her third look?! Like don't get me wrong, I'm so glad that she's wearing a different fucking wig finally, but that wig came straight out of a bag and she put it on her head. It had that awful cheap synthetic shine, and I can't believe noone mentioned it.

She's so unpolished and I feel like she just doesn't even care. Shes like Shangie season 2 except not even 10% as charming or likeable. I am so ready for her to leave, and the fact that she's survived 2 eliminations already is beyond me.

2. Brita

Almost everything I've just written above about Aiden Zhane could also apply to Brita. I really really don't like her attitude. She's coming across so bitter and so cocky at the same time - and what's even worse is that I've seen no talent from her to justify her attitude at all!

This week was not a good week for Brita, and honestly I think she should have gone home. I actually really liked her Lady Baller look, it was a clever concept, it was immediately recognisable and it was styled well. The fact that her other two looks were utterly shocking makes me think that that first look was entirely the work of a designer and she had no input whatsoever. The second look?? Where she was like "oh it's an adaptation of Kim K's Met Gala look??? Delusional. Girl, it looked so fucking cheap, it didn't fit that well, and it was ugly ugly ugly. Kim K would never.

All of that pales in comparison to the third look. What was that? Honestly, what the fuck was that? It was so badly made, it looked ugly, it was unrecogniseable, and it was just a catastrophe. I was humiliated for her when she walked out in it. Her lipsyn also wasn't that good. She should be next to leave after Aiden Zhane.

3. Crystal Methyd

Listen, I love Crystal. What the fuck was she wearing for her Basketball Wife look? Choices. Other than that little blip, Crystal made me so happy this week!! He Lady Baller look was perfect, it was exactly the level of fun and quirky I wanted from Crystal, she totally sold me that 80s bowling fantasy! And then her third look!!!! The Carmen Miranda reference was perfect, that dress fit her impeccably, and it moved beautifully! I think she's going to just go from strength to strength and I am so excited to watch her! I never know what she's going to be wearing when she comes around the corner and I love it. Strong night for Crystal!

4. Gigi Goode

I mean, you handed Gigi Goode a design challenge and expected her not to win??? She sold me every look this week, and I loved it. She gave me 3 distinct and recognisable characters, and her presentation of each one was totally different, that's talent. I don't have all that much to say about Gigi this week, because it was all said on the show. She killed it, I think she's going all the way and I cant wait to see what she pulls out next.

5. Heidi N Closet

LET 👏 HEIDI 👏 KEEP 👏 HER 👏 NAME! I'm still so mad about that and I'm not over it. Heidi had a bit of a slip this week for me. Not nearly enough to deserve being in the bottom (especially not next to Aiden and Brita), but it wasn't a great week for her. Her first look was really ill fitting and unfortunate, but I do respect that she took the golf ball and club out on the runway, props can be unpredictable. The second look was cute, but it was just cute, and her third look... wow. I get what she was going for, that very high fashion androgyny, but...that green and that purple... someone put in that gif of Chrissie Teigen 😬😬. I'm glad this happened when there were enough people for her to fall middle of the pack, because she deserves better than to go home for some shoddy looks. But honestly, I do hate when queens go on this show and say "I don't know how to sew, I've only ever made one garment", you know you're coming on the show!!! Learn some sewing basics!! Make some dresses!! You know there's going to be sewing challenges, prepare yourself!!

6. Jackie Cox

Jackie Cox 😍😍😍 Jackie should absolutely have been top 3 this week!! Every. Single. Look. Was. Stunning. Her references were on point. Her shapes were gorgeous. Her presentations were perfect. Her characters were all recognisably different. But all the looks were recognisably Jackie. Jackie was Robbed. She gave me my whole life this week.

7. Jaida Essence Hall

Jaida was absolutely gorgeous this week! Her face is always stunning, but she brought it with her outfits too! And the third outfit was probably my favourite of the week, she knows her body, she understand her shapes and you know what it was nicely executed. I think Jaida is super solid and I don't think a whole lot in this competition is going to phase her.

8. Jan

Jan was also robbed!! I'm still thinking about her Basketball Wife look, how perfect was that! It was exactly what you would see a Basketball Wife wearing, at a Basketball Game. So on point. And the Janel bag? Iconic.

Her Lady Baller look was absolutely what I wanted from her as well! It was made of footballs! (I refuse to say soccer balls, I'm not American) And then she dribbled a football down the runway! In heels! Stunning.

Her third look was couture, high fashion, and so distinctive from her other 2 looks. Honestly top 3 should have been Jan, Jackie and Gigi. You can't change my mind.

9. Nicky Doll

This was a great week for Nicky! Which, to be fair, was to be expected in a fashion challenge. But she did a fabulous job! I think her Lady Baller was my favourite of all the Lady Baller looks. The makeup was perfect, the wig was stunning - also I challenge anyone to clock Nicky Doll's wigs! It's so strange that out of drag she has dark hair and it looks stunning, but when in drag she's mostly a blonde and it's so perfect on her. The gilet she wore for her second look was stunning, and I loved her styling. That third look?! Iconic. It was like the high fashion baby of Roxxxy Andrews' Sugar Ball look, and Yvie Oddly's Farm to Fashion look. I loved it. I love her. I think she has a really great personality too! I don't get what the judges are saying about her not having any personality. I really hope she pulls it out next week - I already know her runway is going to be perfect!

10. Rock M Sakura

Oh my baby Rock! She didn't deserve to be bottom 2 this week. Everything she did was just a tiny bit off. Her pads were a little weird this week, I'm not sure what happened there, but that did throw me off when she was walking. Her Lady Ballers look was great! I didn't get the judges critiques about it not being enough! If she'd have worn something elaborate on the bottom, they would have said it was too much - which is exactly the critique she got for her third look! I do agree that her second look was a little bit pedestrian. I actually lived her third look though! It was over the top, but that's Rock M's style! And the way she styles it was gorgeous. I liked that it wasn't a complete dress, it looked really sculptural and architectural. The fact that she went home and Aiden Zhane was safe is so beyond me. Robbed. Also she is a better performer than Brita, she just struggled with that dress, which is such a shame. I'm glad they really let us get to know her before she left though, she's not just going to be that "oh yeah her" queen who shows up at the finale.

11. Widow Von Du

I like Widow so much, but I don't know that she's going to go all the way at the moment. I really really really want her to pull it out next week! She was so amazing that first week, and since then she's just sort of coasted for me. Her looks this week were just okay. Her first look was really stunning, but the cheap horse stick prop made it look costumey, which is such a shame. Her second look was pretty, but it swallowed her up a bit, I felt like it was wearing her. Her third look I actually really liked but omg those shoes. What was she thinking. It ruined the whole thing for me. I really want her to succeed and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for her next week!

There is one other thing I'd like to say about this week, which is that the Miss Trunchbull look that walked itself down the runway was incredible. If anyone knows the designer of that look, please let me know, because they deserve recognition for how great that look was.

Edit: @rattlethosestars let me know the designer of the look is Florence D'Lee, who you can follow on instagram here!

Otherwise, that's all for the breakdown this week! I am so looking forward to "Gay's Anatomy" next week, I feel like it could be such a entertaining challenge!

[phrynewrites]

hi baby girl, for the prompts maybe 40 and scyvie ? i love you so much

I love you and your prompts so much, angel! Here’s a little bit of my newspaper au for you. Enjoy! 💋

“So, I heard you have a crush on me?”

Scarlet’s words went right through Yvie. In her ear and right to her spine, causing her to fumble while placing her iced latte back on her desk. It was a quick, jerking motion, as though the feeling that Scarlet had found her out had left her shaky and uncoordinated, diverted all her attention to what Scarlet just said. The cup tipped over and began to spill, a light brown stain slowly developing on the corner of her second draft of a report on the rough winter’s impact on local businesses — marked liberally with red and green pen, because it apparently didn’t have an exciting lede, a lede that really makes people feel something about seventeen inches of snow to date. She scrambled to pick up the cup, reaching blindly into her top desk drawer for loose napkins.

It doesn’t matter, Yvie reasoned. It couldn’t matter now, not when she was void of all thoughts besides oh god, repeating incessantly, crawling through her mind like the ticker on a 24-hour news network, in which the only story was “Why did Yvie Anonymously Send a Letter, Seeking Advice From Scarlet via her Advice Column, just to Flirt With Her?” She could see it in her mind’s eye: a group of correspondents around a table, dressed in the same black slacks and striped button down as her, debating whether Yvie’s decision to write in anonymously to Scarlet’s column, let alone write flirtatious things she couldn’t muster the courage to say in real life, was a dumb decision or a catastrophically dumb decision. Then they’d discuss estimates of Yvie’s chances of Scarlet finding out it was her and that she was lying about everything but the feelings she had for Scarlet.

A few nights ago, while anxiously lying awake in bed, giving her cat, Francis, second-hand anxiety, Yvie debated this herself. She was struck by the overwhelming guilt of lying, being too much of a wimp to flirt with Scarlet in person, and probably ruining her chances of Scarlet ever believing her feelings. However, Yvie figured there was only about a 30% chance Scarlet would find out it was her, which soothed her, and by extension, Francis. 

Scarlet was always busy. Scarlet got a lot of letters. Hell, Yvie wouldn’t be surprised if Scarlet got a lot of letters professing their love to her, considering how wonderfully kind and weird she was while advising others; how she always wanted to help; how she got so passionate in reminding people about their self-worth — which usually manifested in Scarlet’s precious and obviously lesbian tag line: I don’t need men, and neither do you. And Scarlet’s little picture, with her crinkling, bright smile, and tousled hair, was right next to her column. Anyone who read could see how overwhelmingly beautiful she was.

Those chances immediately jumped up to 100%.

Clearly, Scarlet had found out.

Yvie concentrated harder on the spilled latte. Maybe if she avoided eye contact, avoided reacting as she usually would by fighting back, and instead took on the opossum method of handling conflict — laying in the middle of the road, pretending to be dead — Scarlet would drop the question and forget about the whole ordeal, giving Yvie enough time to figure out how to really tell Scarlet about her feelings.  

“Can I open with that?” Scarlet elaborated, now looking up over her computer. “Or is that too much?”

“Hmmm?” Yvie hummed, pressing the heel of her palm deeper into the stack of napkins, even though there wasn’t any more liquid to collect. At this point, she was just making her hand wet.

Scarlet pushed a stack of napkins across her desk and onto Yvie’s. “Here.”

Yvie reached out, pulling them over with just a finger, careful not to touch Scarlet’s hand in the transaction. She pushed them around her basically dry desk, pretending to mop up her drink.

“So, one of my readers sent this letter, basically flirting with me,” Scarlet clarified. She undid her ponytail, gathered up her hair, and put it back up. “But there’s like, actually advice stuff they want too, and it seems like something I should address. I don’t know how to start this response.”

Yvie pulled her gaze away from her heap of napkins, finding it much easier to look at Scarlet’s puzzled look. The air returned to her lungs and her body felt controllable once again. She took a deep breath before crumpling up the napkins and shoving them in the trash can under her desk.

She got out of her chair, rounded their block of desks, and leaned against Scarlet’s. She rested her hand on the arm of Scarlet’s chair. She felt like she still had a chance, as long as she played it right.

Yvie stole a glance at Scarlet before facing her monitor, steeling herself. “So, what’s this guy saying?”

[missjanjie]

could you write one of those moments of clarity type fics plssss. something about vanessa taking her no fuckbois in 2020 stance seriously and brooke lynn has noticed the difference and is now tryna step her game up and chase Vs attention but doesn't realise at first what she's doing but then when she gets to vegas and sees in person how friendly and flirty V is with the others and how she's nice to B but doesn't give her special attention anymore and B is just like um nope don't like that

this also includes another anon’s prompt for #1 on the list

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“So, how’s Vegas been treating you?” Brooke sat in front of his laptop with Skype open, watching Vanessa on the screen. “Not overworking yourself too much?”

Vanessa grinned and shook his head. He was sitting at his desk in a terry cloth robe and damp hair, having jumped on the call almost straight out of the shower. “I’ve been good, I promise,” he assured. “You seeing both my shows this weekend?”

He frowned. “Both? I thought you just had a show on Friday.”

“Saturday too,” he corrected, shaking his head. “Weekends got the biggest crowds, you know that.”

Brooke looked down in disappointment. “Can’t one of the other girls sub in for you?” He asked. “You said that I’d get to have you all weekend. Why can’t you just tell them you can’t go?”

“Because it’s my job, and it’s important,” he rolled his eyes. Sure, there would’ve been a time where he would have relished in the fact that Brooke wanted to spend more time with him to the point where he wanted to be picked over a gig. But now it just seemed to get in his way and put him in an awkward position.

“And I’m not?” He pouted, then chuckled and shook his head. “No, but really, I’m proud of you, your work ethic is beyond reproach. I’ve just missed my Vanjie,” he cooed.

Vanessa clicked his tongue and looked down. “I’m the Flamingo’s Vanjie, boo. And you’re gonna see why when you get here.”

He couldn’t quite explain why, but Brooke felt a sudden, sharp pang of sadness hit his chest. Vanessa had never distanced himself so flippantly like that, his flirtation never went unreciprocated. It would sound crazy to say he was jealous of that, because that wasn’t even the right word, but it stirred up feelings he did not want to address. “I sure will,” he replied softly.

“Listen, I gotta finish getting ready. Gotta be in the van in fifteen. I’ll see you Friday, though,” they exchanged goodbyes and signed off, and he went on to the show just like any other night.

Backstage, the queens were, unsurprisingly, checking their social media. Some were posting, others were going through their feeds. Of course, it was Asia who called out “Hey Vanjie, Brooke Lynn posted that she’s coming to see the show on Friday, you ready for that?”

Vanessa scoffed. “Of course I’m ready, bitch. She told me first. Don’t go making shit weird, though. I know how you is on social media,” he warned. 

“So, you guys are for good done?” Yvie asked.

“That train has left the goddamn station, thank you very much. I told y’all, no more fucking around in 2020, ain’t no one gonna waste my time,” he paused, realling it in. “But Brooke Lynn’s still my friend, I don’t see no harm in catching up.”

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be ‘catching up’, Asia retorted, making a blowjob-like gesture with his hand and mouth. 

“Fuck off! Y’all ain’t got no faith in me,” Vanessa laughed and shook his head. “You all gon’ see.”

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“Look who I found!” Asia was filming as he brought Brooke back into the dressing room with the rest of the queens. “We’re gonna have a little reunion tonight, aren’t we? Y’all can have a little bit of branjie, as a treat.”

“Oh she gonna get the internet all riled up again, here we go,” Vanessa laughed, but got up and gave Brooke a hug.  What he didn’t notice was Brooke had started to lean in for a kiss as well. 

Brooke tried to play it off and act like he hadn’t, watching Vanessa perch back on his chair and take a sip of his iced coffee. Brooke silently reassured himself that it wasn’t intentional, or that if it was, it was to not cause a stir while they were being filmed. 

After hamming it up for another minute or so, Asia did leave to give them a chance to actually reunite.

“How you been? Flight treat you good?” Vanessa asked casually. 

Brooke nodded and leaned against the table. “Everything was fine, just glad I’m here.”

They’d only been chatting for a few minutes when a couple of Vanessa’s backup dancers came in. And they were perfectly nice with how they greeted Brooke, but one of them stood with his hands on Vanessa’s shoulders, occasionally rubbing or squeezing them.

And Brooke wasn’t the jealous type - especially since as the ex-boyfriend, he had no right to be jealous of any way any man touched him. But there was something about how casually affectionate they all were, how he giggled and flirted nonchalantly. And he was still included in the conversation, Vanessa was as kind and charming as ever, but something felt different. Something brought up those unpleasant feelings he had on their last Skype call.

Then it hit; Vanessa had moved on. 

That was it. Vanessa didn’t see him as a potential lover anymore, he saw him as a friend. And that was the way it was supposed to be, right? That’s what they kept telling everyone, what they kept insisting despite how little their friends believed them. He thought he would be relieved to finally settle that. But he didn’t.

Oh. Oh no.

This was the opposite of what he wanted. It took Vanessa getting over him to realize he was the one not over it. And he felt selfish, it wouldn’t be fair to try to say something now, right?

“Brooke?”

And he’d been lost in thought too. Great. “Sorry, what?”

“I asked if you’re ready to see the show.”

“Right, yeah. Break a leg out there,” he gave Vanessa a quick hug before shuffling out to his seat. He had a lot to think about, and it was going to be a long weekend.

[isabelisfun]

drag race commentary!!

nicky doll is the loml confirmed

the fact that no one said anything about how boring aiden’s bow look is annoys me

nicky and crystal are so cute omg

this really is the season of trade

ooh leslie jones she’s such a fun judge

wtf is this mini challenger like who was on crack and came up with this

why do they even still do mini challenges like what’s the point

design challenges and 3 look balls are like my favorite challenges so love this

at the beginning of this season i didn’t know if i would like crystal but i actually think she’s really cute and sweet

we love a good tear down the patriarchy moment

THE TROY BOLTON OF DRAG I LOVE THAT

brita isn’t annoying me as much this episode cuz she finally realized she cant do everything better than everyone else

JAIDA SINGING I CANT

yah aiden luv that is too simple exactly like ur last look

nicky has the cutest personality ever my gosh

aiden makes me so annoyed not because she’s mean or rude but just because she has like no personality and no fashion so what is she even good at and why is she here

ok runway review time...39 LOOKSSS LUV

i’m super excited for leslie she was so fun on project runway so i feel like she’s gonna be good

ok round one: jackie’s is cute, nicky’s is unexpected from her but i good, i see aiden finally put on another wig and the look is cute but basic, rock’s is super fun, jaida’s is pretty basic but she looks really pretty and butch, brita’s is good super campy, crystal’s is really cute she looks like jackie lol and her makeup looks nice, don’t really like jan’s but it’s creative, heidi’s is so basic like seems a little low effort, i really actually like 🍒‘s it’s really well done and i rally applaud the designer, widow’s isnt much but ig it’s nice, love gigi’s heathers fantasy she looks great

basketball wife realness: jackie’s is good, nicky looks so pretty my gosh, aiden’s is nice kinda boring would have looked better with a black shoe, rock looks pretty i love how she showed she can do a different makeup style and still look amazing, jaida’s is very rich classic vibes, brita’s is pretty but the color is a little tacky would have given the more expensive vibes in another color, i like crystals she switching it up and i live, i love jan’s very kris jenner, heidi’s is pretty but basic, 🍒‘s is very much the prompt, i’m not super into widow’s, i love gigi’s

final round: jackie’s is really amazing for having just made it wow, nicky’s is really good she did a good job but it’s sort of exactly what yvie did for the design challenge last season, aiden’s is boring and something is up with her proportions, rock’s is a lot but it’s good and the way she constructed the garment is really good as well as the details in the makeup and the hair, jaida’s is fine it would have been so much prettier as a gown, brita’s is giving me sponge realness and also big bird realness and also can she please stop covering her shoes it’s not a good look, i really like crystal’s it’s super fun and it’s really well done, wow jan’s is really good like rrealu really good, heidi’s is fine but the makeup is very much not it it like she looks more like a man than before, 🍒‘s is fine pretty good, widow’s is well constructed but it’s kinda weird idk don’t love it, aw gigi’s is really cute i like it

ok well the safe queens are surprising to me i think others should have been in the top and others should have been in the bottom

wtf nicky has an amazing personality she’s adorable shut up michelle

honestly disagree i think rock did a good job

i’m having so many issues with the judges decisions this week

i think jan should have been in the top instead of jaida honestly

gigi really has the most amazing looks

aiden zhane should be named aiden same panties and same wig

ok but why isn’t heidi in the bottom i didn’t like any of her looks like at all

aw i’m glad gigi won she did a really good job this week

if i’m being completely honest i think the bottom 2 should have been aiden and heidi or at least aiden and brita

i don’t think rock knows all the words oop

ok so brita definitely did better in the lip sync but i highly do not think rock should have been in the bottom in the first place

i’m sad rock is leaving i think she was really cute and talented and also really smart like she was such an angel and idk i’m just really sad

[dragracereviews]

RPDR Winners Ranked!

Disclaimer: the following list is MY opinion so don't come for me. Also, this won't be including All Stars winners, I'll do a separate list for that!

#11 - Tyra Sanchez, S2: Don't even get me fucking started on Tyra. I was 100% Team Raven and I'm still not over it.

#10 - Bebe Zahara Benet, S1: Elephant in the room; season one just kind of sucked. Bebe did the best she could given the low budget and lackluster challenges and ultimately came out on top because of it. I personally liked Nina Flowers a little more but I’m not mad at Bebe’s win. However, I wasn’t a huge fan of her on AS3, even though her extreme confidence was rather amusing. I do love saying “Kamerooooon” though!

#9 - Violet Chachki, S7: Another disclaimer: I don’t dislike anybody on this list below Tyra, they’re just victims of not being my favorites. Violet started off in episode one being not extremely likeable, but that changed over the course of the season and by the finale, I had basically accepted the fact that she was going to win. I was Team Ginger though and let’s be honest, it was between her and Violet because Pearl had no chance in hell of winning after “is there something on my face?” gate. I do appreciate Violet’s art and I love that she seems to be pretty close with some of her season 7 sisters. And no reveal, at least in my opinion, has ever come close to Violet’s fall runway. Just saying.

#8 - Aquaria, S10: On first viewing, I didn’t NOT like Aquaria, but I didn’t love her either. I was actually rooting for Eureka to win because it’s high time a big queen places higher than runner up! Rewatching it though, I do see why Ru gave her the crown; her runways were perfect and for such a young queen, she was so fucking polished. I was Team Miz Cracker in that iconic “twin” rivalry, but again, I don’t hate Aquaria, she just isn’t one of my top faves. I do respect her and her drag and I’m sure with age, she is just going to get that much better (if that’s even possible)!

#7 - Raja, S3: It almost breaks my heart not to have Raja higher on this list but it's no fault of her own, some of her fellow winners are just that great. Despite being a part of the Heathers clique, I found Raja to be not at all like her shady ass friends. She was the classiest of the bunch (though I do love Manila too) and she metaphorically pissed on that fucking runway every episode. I always found her very attractive out of drag, so that was an added bonus. I was extremely happy when she won! TOOT!

#6 - Sasha Velour, S9: I just went to Sasha’s “Smoke and Mirrors” show in the fall and it reignited my love for this bald queen. I adored her on season 9 and even though most people were expecting Shea to win, I wasn’t mad when she won instead. Her lip syncing at the finale was EPIC and I do believe she beat Shea fair and square. I kind of hoped they would’ve retired the lip sync battle after this season though because I don’t believe it’s a fair way to determine the winner but hey, when has Ru ever listened to what the fans want, amirite? Regardless, I love Sasha and I can never look at rose petals the same way again.

#5 - Yvie Oddly, S11: The hate that Yvie got on her season, particularly from Silky, made me so fucking angry. She came from an honest, but caring place whenever she gave her fellow queens critiques and those bitches just couldn’t handle it (sorry Vanjie, ily). My initial reaction to her winning was slight disappointment, just because as a Canadian, I really wanted Brooke to win, but upon further reflection, I think Yvie deserved it more. She went through a lot of shit in her life and throughout filming and to see her snag the crown after so many people doubted her was so amazing. Also, I’ve met her IRL and she’s is so sweet and a fucking fierce performer. You do you Yvie.

#4 - Sharon Needles, S4: Here we have another underdog. Although Sharon’s fight with Phi Phi O’Hara on the show was iconic (”Tired ass show girl!” “At least I am a showgirl, bitch! Go back to Party City where you belong!”), she did not deserve to be put in just a “spooky” box. Sharon is versatile as fuck, and her changing aesthetic over the years is proof of that. And again, she’s a hot boy so she gets bonus points for that. Love you Sharon!

#3 - Bob the Drag Queen, S8: This season was the first I ever watched so it will always been one of my faves. As much as I loved Naomi Smalls and Kim Chi, I knew Bob was going to win it because she’s just so fucking funny. Yes, her looks weren’t always the most polished, but I adored her anyway and I love her even more outside of the show. In case you didn’t know, she’s actually good friends with Trixie and she even took over Katya’s spot on the “Trixie and Katya Show” on Viceland when Katya went to rehab. We stan a queen who’s there for her friends!

#2 - Jinkx Monsoon, S5: As mentioned in previous lists, I have since forgiven Roxxxy Andrews for picking on my little baby Jinkx, but it still made my heart so happy when Jinkx beat her to the crown. This narcoleptic ginger was adorable then and even more adorable now; I swear her laugh could cure cancer. And if you haven’t watched “Cool Mom” on WOW Presents’ YouTube channel yet, you’re missing out! Jinkx, if you’re reading this, will you be my mom?

#1 - Bianca Del Rio, S6: Hands down, the undisputed winner of the best season of Drag Race. I fucking stan Adore Delano but I was not at all upset with the outcome because Bianca was unbeatable. I. Love. This. Bitch!

[artificialqueens]

Pretty in Pearls, Chapter 3 (Jankie) - Plastiquedoll

read on ao3 💄| previous chapters

A/N: hi! I was going to update earlie but things happened...... so here's a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading it <3

-3-

It was late when they went back to their room, Jan had only two classes in the afternoon but Rosé had one in the morning, yet, they talked for what it felt like hours and Jan only stopped speaking to read Jackie’s message. She was very happy. During that day she had made several friends –something she couldn’t have imagined a week before- she had met some of her professors and attended a couple of classes so she wouldn’t feel as nervous the following day.

In the morning she heard cursing in whispers when Rosé’s alarm went off announcing she had to get ready to go to class. After the girl left, Jan had the room for herself. She laid in bed watching videos on Instagram for a while and then decided it was a good moment to take a shower and get a cup of coffee.

Tuesdays were her lightest days and she could get used to it. She felt fresh out of the shower, braided her hair, and put on some clean clothes before walking out of the dorms.

On her way out she crossed paths with Nicky and who seemed to be her roommate. The girl had orange long hair and a great amount of makeup on but that worked perfectly on her. She also wore high waist pants with a turquoise loose blouse and dangling earrings. Nicky looked as great as the day before with a mauve off-the-shoulder mini dress and a high ponytail.

“Jan!” She waved at her.

“Hi, Nicky! How are you?”

“I’m doing good, thank you.” She smiled at her. “This is Crystal, my roommate. Crystal, this is Jan, the friend I talked you about.”

“Hi!” Crystal greeted Jan with a lot of energy. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Crystal. Well, I kind of feel like I know you through your room.”

“Oh, God…” She blushed. “I’m not taking the One Direction poster off, I already told Nicky.”

“I swear Niall’s eyes follow me whenever I’m in the room.” Nicky shivered.

Jan giggled.

“I have to go, I’m already running late.” Crystal said while checking the time on her phone. “See you guys later.”

“Don’t forget your keys…” Nicky reminded her.

Crystal pulled a key set with tons of colorful keychains. “Never again. Bye, Jan.”

“Bye!”

After the girl left, Nicky looked at Jan. “You missed a great dinner yesterday.”

“Oh, I imagine but I needed to spend some quality time with my roommate. But I’m still craving Thai food since it was mentioned.”

“There’s no choice, we’ll have to go back soon.”

“Please.”

“Are you heading to class?”

“No, I have my Tuesday mornings free. I was getting some coffee, actually.”

“Ugh, lucky you. I have a class in thirty minutes. Do you mind if I get coffee with you?”

“Sure, that’s great because I was going to google where the café is, I have no idea.”

Nicky just smiled. “I’ll show you the way.”

They walked for a couple of minutes; Nicky pointed to the café’s exterior when they got closer. As soon as they got in the smell of freshly brewed coffee embraced them. Autumn was around the corner and college students demanding pumpkin spice lattes prematurely were flooding the place.

Luckily for them, the line moved fast and the barista quickly took their orders. Jan ordered decaffeinated –because she wasn’t technically allowed to drink coffee after that one incident on St. Patrick’s day- but she compensated it with a lot of sugar and whipped cream. Nicky, on the other hand, asked for an iced Americano.

While they were waiting sitting at a little table, Jan recognized the familiar figure of the one person from her hometown she so badly wanted to see.

“Oh my God…” She suddenly felt coy when he started walking in their direction.

“Janie!” He greeted the girl but his eyes went directly to Nicky who was unimpressed while on her phone.

“Hi, Nathan.”

The name rang a bell for the blonde girl who looked up.

“How are you doing?” He rested half of his arm on almost all the table’s surface.

“Oh you know… just chilling before classes. I have Tuesday mornings free.” She tried to sound chill, smooth even.

“Cool…” He kept staring at the other girl a little too much. “Who’s your friend?”

“Ah, yes… this is Nicky, she’s in the same dorm as I am… Nicky, this is Nathan, he’s…”

“A friend from New Jersey.” He extended his hand to shake Nicky’s but the girl glared at him.

At that moment, their names were called by the barista.

“I’ll get the coffee.” Nicky rushed to leave the table. “Salaud…” She murmured before going.

Jan was thankful because now she had some time to speak with Nathan alone.

“So how’s the-”

“Janie, your friend is smoking and she’s French or something, right? That’s hot. Do you think you could set us up?”

Jan’s spirit sank. She should’ve guessed.

“Uh… I don’t think she’d be interested. She’s already dating someone.”

“What a shame because she’s one hundred percent eye candy.”  His gaze followed Nicky’s curves.

“Besides, I thought you liked that girl you met yesterday,” Jan mentioned shyly.

“Abby? She’s alright I guess but this is week one, I have to keep my options open, you know?” He shrugged. “Can’t wait to hit the baseball field next week again, huh?”

“Yes! I’m so excited about it, actually-”

He threw his backpack over his shoulder. “I gotta run, Janie.”

“Oh, okay… see you.”

“Tell your friend that if she ever needs a rebound…” He left, still looking in Nicky’s direction.

Jan tried to smile but she ended up with a weird grimace.

The blonde returned to the table when he was away.

“Here’s your drink…” She tried to put a real smile on the girl’s face but she failed. “Jan, what is it? Did he tell you something?”

“Oh, no… it’s nothing.” She took a sip of her sweet beverage but didn’t enjoy it as she intended. “It’s just Nathan being Nathan…”

Nicky bit her tongue to avoid telling her he seemed like an asshole.

Jan looked at Nicky, of course he’d be interested in her. She was beyond gorgeous and she was stylish as hell with her pretty dress and makeup while Jan had barely washed her face and put on the first pair of joggings and a graphic t-shirt she found in her drawers.

“I bought you a cookie.” She slid the little chocolate treat in front of her.

“Aw, Nicky… thank you.”

Nicky squeezed her shoulder.

“I have to go to class but I don’t want to leave if you’re feeling down.”

Jan shook her head. “No, I’m fine, really…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, I’ll go to the library or drop by the copy room to annoy Jackie a little.”

“She’s in class during the mornings, someone else is running the copy room in the mornings.”

Jan sighed. “The library is then.”

“Always exciting.” Nicky checked the time on her watch. “Now I really have to go. See you later, dear.” She blew a kiss in the air.

“For sure.” She smiled to show Nicky everything was alright even when it wasn’t.

But enough of being pitiful, she had a cup of coffee, a cookie, and the sun was shining outside. She had this.

The library turned out to be a great place to spend some spare time between classes. Jan met the librarian –Mrs. West- who was probably one of the sweetest people she had ever seen and she was kind enough to explain Jan the rules –besides keeping it low in the study and reading area- Jan walked directly to a free desk and pulled out her computer. She needed to check if she was registered correctly on her classes once again just to be sure and she had to revise if her teachers from the previous day had left some new reading –they did.

She read the two papers and prepared a little draft for the next class before she noticed, it was almost noon. Nicky had said Jackie had classes in the morning but maybe she was free already, so Jan pulled out her phone and typed a quick text.

To Jackie C.: Hi Jackie! Nicky told me you were in class I was wondering if you’re out already, I can drop by the copy room :D

The reply arrived a minute later.

From Jackie C.: I’m already out and heading to the copy room, I’ll be there in no time.

And with that, the girl picked up her things and walked following the map that was scribbled over. She rushed toward the copy room in a way that her former high school teacher would’ve scolded her for« running in the hallways». Finally, she opened the door of the room carefully.

“Hello…?” She walked in.

“I’m over here.” Jackie had a little closet in the corner open. “I’m picking some toner for the machine. I swear, every morning it’s the same, Yvie forgets to change it every time and I have to-”

Jackie smiled as soon as she saw Jan waving in front of her.

“Hi, there.”

“Hi! Thank goodness you’re out of class I was so bored… Well, I was being «productive» or something like that –I’m guessing it’s something college students aspire to be- but then the internet of the library started malfunctioning and I got distracted with the little T-Rex game –do you know which one? With his little jumps and tiny arms, it was so cute- and then I wasn’t being productive anymore so…”

“It’s so good to see you again.” Jackie shook her head.

“How was your morning?” She moved closer to the counter.

Jackie pointed at the chair next to her and Jan sat there.

“All of my classes are during the mornings; that’s how I get to work here after I’m done with them.” She explained while changing the copy machine’s toner. “On Tuesdays, I have this one class with a professor that absolutely despises everything I say because –and listen to this- «I try to push a gender agenda» on his classes.” She scoffed. “Only because they don’t mention women in art centuries ago it doesn’t mean that they weren’t there… it’s ridiculous.”

Jan listened to Jackie ranting for ten minutes about the class, the girl was fuming but there was something entertaining about seeing her mad and the way she gestured as if it was a Ted talk… not to mention she did it all while doing the maintenance work of the printers.

“I’m sorry, I really went off with it…”

“No! It’s okay. I don’t know much about art and listening to you is like actually taking a class… but more engaging because you’re pissed and it shows.”

“Yeah… I have to tone it down in class or that… professor… is going to fail me.” Jackie let a big sigh out of her chest. “Anyway, I’m sure Nicky told you about last night’s dinner…”

“Yes! I wanna eat Thai food so badly now… Nicky is great by the way, she’s very nice and helped me a lot with the dorm things. Thank you so much for introducing me to her and Jaida.”

“No worries. They all liked you the moment they met you anyway.”

Jan beamed and blushed a little.

“So, you met your roommate…”

“Oh, right! My roommate, Rosé, is great… we got along like, instantly and she’s a theatre major so now I’m sharing the dorm with a Broadway fangirl. It’s going to be fun.”

“Wait, isn’t that the girl with the pink hair? I’ve seen her a couple of times I think.”

“Yeah, she thought you were very serious.”

“Don’t tell anyone I’m nice, I have a reputation to keep.”

Jan giggled. “But you are nice! I can’t believe people think otherwise.” She snapped her fingers. “You know what, I’m having lunch with her right now. I have a class at one so I was going to head to the cafeteria, why don’t you come with me?”

“I’d love to but I have to stay a little longer before taking my lunch break. If you have a class at one you better hurry before it gets too crowded there.”

“Oh, that’s too bad… I’ll get going there but… text me later?”

“Sure.” Jackie smiled at her.

“Okay, have a nice day! See you later!” The younger waved on her way out.

“Bye, Jan.”

At lunch, Jackie sat with her friends and while she tried to finish reading a museum review of a new exhibition, she got a text message from Jan telling her how boring the class was. Jackie shook her head and replied back to her shortly after.

Widow was next to her chatting with Heidi, Jaida was sitting across the table typing on her phone until Nicky arrived so the quick smile that appeared on her face went unnoticed –thank goodness.

“Bonjour, mon rayon de soleil.” Nicky kissed her on the cheek.

“I’ll pretend I understood every word… hi, baby.” She kissed her back.

The blonde sat next to her and they shared a lovey-dovey look.

“I want what they have,” Heidi whispered while looking at their friends. “What does take to get a girlfriend here? I’m in the art department, it should be easier.”

Widow cackled.

“I thought you had retired from the dating world when Janelle Monáe blocked you on Instagram.”

“Okay, listen… I was nothing but respectful to Miss Monáe, I still don’t understand the reason behind that blocking but yeah…”

“Heidi you don’t want to date, you’re just horny.”

The girl gasped. “How dare you?”

“Because… you can’t keep your interest on one person for more than a week.” Jackie pointed.

“I think you’re better off single.” Widow agreed.

“Excuse me… I came here to have lunch and a lovely chat not to be attacked like this.” Heidi crossed her arms on her chest. “Unbelievable.”

They didn’t say a word.

“You may be right though…” She finally admitted.

“Oh! You know who should get a girlfriend…” Jaida glanced at the brunette in front of her.

Jackie sighed. “We’ve been through this yesterday… I already told you she’s out of the conversation.”

“I didn’t give any names though,” Jaida smirked. “You did that to yourself.”

Jackie blushed. “Whatever… I’m too busy to date anyway.”

“But you’d make an exception for a special someone, wouldn’t you?” Nicky pushed.

“She’s straight.”

“So it’s pasta until it gets hot and wet.” Heidi pointed.

“Heidi!”

The table burst into laughter.

“Enough with that, I’m serious. The last thing I want is Jan to feel awkward, she already has a lot on her plate.”

“Right, all jokes aside… I met the guy she pines after this morning…” Nicky started gossiping. “and my goodness he’s even worse than what I pictured… a jerk with capital letters. I think he was trying to get my number through Jan.”

They all made a disgusted sound in response.

“No fucking way…” Heidi’s mouth dropped.

“She deserves better and I don’t even know her personally.” Widow stated.

They agreed, especially Jackie who had seen the guy the day before breaking Jan’s heart in just a matter of seconds.

“Maybe meeting new people will help her seeing beyond his… spell?” Jaida raised an eyebrow.

“He’s not that charming, trust me.” Her girlfriend assured, basing her opinion on the –hopefully- only encounter they had. “But anyway… Crystal has classes until four…” She looked at Jaida with bedroom eyes. “would you like to take a nap with me?”

Jaida caught the hint instantly. “See y’all later, bitches.” She stuck out her tongue and both left the table.

“Maybe I am just horny.” Heidi reflected before sipping her apple juice.

“Be honest with me, do you hang out with us because you like us, or is it part of your sociology thesis investigation?” Jackie asked Widow.

“Bitch, you’ll never know.” She chuckled.

A week had passed and with that, Jan had established a little routine: in the mornings she would go to the library –sometimes on her own, sometimes with her roommate or one of her classmates-, she had lunch at the cafeteria in rotating schedules –as if she was the loving child of a divorced couple- during the afternoons she was at the copy room whenever she had some spare time and when Jackie was there and afterward she’d have dinner with her and her friends or with Rosé. They all ended up having dinner together on Friday night so Jan was secretly hoping the group would merge into one big supergroup.

She had also become close with Jackie’s friends including Widow of whom she had heard a lot but was formally introduced to a few days later and with Crystal, Nicky’s roommate who shared the struggles of being a freshman like her. Plus, she met one of Rosé’s friends from her musical comedy class as well, a girl called Lagoona that adopted Jan immediately and kept teaching her Spanish words.

On the weekend she watched cartoons wearing pajamas with the girls from her dorm in the lounge room and then completed some assignments for her classes with Crystal at the same place.

On Monday, however, she was extra excited –more than usual- because it was the day she was going to play baseball again. She could almost smell the grass of the field, the rubber of her sneakers, and the leather material of the ball… She could picture herself running around scoring like no other.

And because she was so thrilled, time seemed to pass slower than ever.

“Jackie…” She cried while sitting on her –now- regular reserved spot behind the countertop. “I still have to wait another two hours…”

“Two hours are almost nothing, c’mon.” The brunette was in the middle of copying a Shakespeare play for a group of students from the Literature department. “Besides, it’s not like it’s been years since the last time you played.”

“It’s been like two months.” She pouted. “Two long never-ending months.” She dragged the words to make emphasis on her sadness.

“But you survived.” Jackie pointed out before reaching for the staple on the shelf.

That day, Jackie was wearing a pleated plaid skirt with a knitted long sweater and mid-heel loafers. She moved smoothly in the limited space; Jan had memorized her moves by the time; she knew exactly when she had to lean back for the brunette to pass through while she mumbled something about Yvie not taking proper care of the machines or when she was fighting with the printer that didn’t mind for the students’ urgencies at all. She had also discovered that Jackie always hummed to California Dreamin’ no matter how often it played on the radio, that she liked gourmet jelly beans and that she had a stock of candy hidden somewhere -only she hadn’t found her secret spot yet.

“Hi, Jackie.” A girl hummed with a melodic voice as she rested her elbows on the countertop while batting her lashes overly.

Jackie, who was on her back stapling a final set of copies, took a deep breath as she recognized the owner of the voice right away.

“Hello, Vanessa.” She spun on her heels and faced the girl. “What can I do for you?” Her tone was deadpan.

Vanessa, the girl in question, was gorgeous with her long black hair perfectly curled, flawless makeup, and clothing; she was wearing a cropped pullover with the word «Angel» stamped on it a and pair of high-waisted jeans. She was tiny but she wasn’t scared of wearing high high-heels.

She flashed a dazzling smile as soon as Jackie turned around.

“Are you finally going to accept going on a date with me?” She blurted out.

Jan’s eyes got wide. Her type of courage was worth admiring, she was certainly fearless.

“No,” Jackie replied, coldly. “I’ve told you before; I’m not going to date you.”

Jan gasped but Vanessa didn’t even flinch. She just waved her hair and readjusted her pose.

Oh, she was about to say something, wasn’t she? Jan looked, expectant.

“Please…” She pouted. “Pretty please? You can’t say no to a pretty please.”

Jackie rolled her eyes. “There we go.” She shook her head and sighed. “Look, I’m not going to repeat the whole speech but if you have something for me to print or copy, I’m all ears.”

This time, Jan couldn’t keep it to herself. “Jackie!” She shouted and jumped off the chair.

The brunette turned toward her. “What? It’s Vanessa.” She said as if that was a fair justification.

Vanessa waved. “And who are you?” She looked at Jackie, then at Jan, and then at Jackie again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“No.” Jackie blushed a little. “This is my friend, Jan. Jan, this is Vanessa she’s a sophomore that testes my patience since she was a freshman.”

“I worked very hard for that title.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jan!” She shook her hand.

“Vanessa has an on and off long-distance relationship and she likes to flirt when she’s on the «off» side,” Jackie explained.

The girl shrugged. “Can you blame a girl for asking? I gotta try once in a while at least.”

Jan chuckled.

“Anyway, can you copy the marked pages of this textbook? I need it for class, you’ll be glad to know I didn’t come here exclusively to ask you out. Although…”

“Give me the book.” The brunette extended her hand to grab the object, Vanessa held it tightly for an instant but Jackie pulled it. “I’ll be done in a couple of minutes.”

“Thank you!” She smiled showing all her teeth. Then she turned back to Jan. “So Jan, is it…?”

“Don’t even try it!” Jackie yelled from the distance.

Once her shift was over, Jackie closed the copy room and walked around for a little before deciding to take a look at Jan’s baseball practice. She told herself it was okay to drop by, after all, she had been hearing about it all afternoon, she was curious now. But being honest, she had to ask around to find where the baseball field was –she didn’t even know their university had a women’s team before she met Jan- so she wandered through the corridors before finding the door that led to where they were playing.

The lights were on since their practice was after sunset and most students had classes during the day. The perimeter was surrounded by a chain-link fence so she guessed that was how close she could get to the field; she finally found a bleachers section -and she was one-hundred percent sure people smoked weed behind them.

She sat holding her purse against her chest. It seemed she made it just in time; it was Jan’s turn to bat. Even in the distance, Jackie had never seen the younger so focused on something as she was at that moment, it was like watching a completely different person. She moved into position and prepared.

She had the number eleven on the left sleeve of her striped uniform, purple socks on and a pair of shoes –already- covered in dirt. She adjusted her high ponytail under her cap before grabbing the wood bat with determination. Jan’s eyes were sharp as she tried to read into the pitcher’s moves.

Jackie had a shiver.

The pitcher threw the ball and she missed it, it went directly to the catcher’s glove. The brunette mouthed some curse. She had never been this invested in some sport.

Second attempt, she would get it this time. Jackie crossed her fingers, her heart was beating faster.

The pitcher threw the ball again and this time, it impacted against Jan’s bat making a thunderous noise that echoed everywhere. Jackie gasped, her eyes followed the girl’s figure as she ran as fast as she could before one of the players grabbed the ball from the ground. Now she knew her heart was about to break her ribcage, she couldn’t get herself to calm down. Jan was running and running like a roadrunner cartoon and she was about to make it when the players started passing the ball, maybe someone was going to catch her before she made it. But she was so close, just one more base to go. She ran, encouraged by her teammates, and drifted creating a cloud of dirt around the base.

She made it.

Home run.

“Yes! Yes!” Jackie cheered and raised her hands in the air.

Apparently, loud enough for the whole team to hear it.

Jan, who was bent over her knees, still out of breath due to her incredible race, grinned and waved as soon as she recognized Jackie. The brunette smiled back and clapped discreetly, even when she had just displayed such enthusiastic behavior.

The team -mainly the batter- had gained a new fan and the season hadn’t even started.

[brookelynnhates]

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Hello Brooke! How do you feel, the day after?

BROOKE LYNN HYTES: I feel wonderful! I’m a little tired. I feel really good, minus the exhaustion!

If anyone has earned the right to feel exhausted, it’s you! You have so much to be proud of. Last night on Twitter, you said second is actually first in Canadian, and I love that you have a sense of humor about this. You’re all stars in the end. What are you most looking forward to doing with this new platform you have?

People forget we’ve all done so well, and all of our lives have changed for the better because of this. I won in so many other ways. I have a couple of irons in the fire that I can’t talk about right now because of contractual obligations. I’m going to be doing a lot of touring — I think I’m fully booked until December right now, so I’m going to go non-stop all summer and fall. I’m not really sure what else I’d like to do right now, I’m just waiting to see which doors open up to me. I want to explore more on the theater side…. I’m looking to get into some modeling work as well and some runway as well.

I would love to see you on a runway! Your moves were all so impressive this season, and I’ve always had this fantasy of you doing a new kind of drag tour that’s like a classic ballet mixed with contemporary drag. Are you planning a one-woman show?

Absolutely! I’m working on coming up with a one-woman show, I just don’t have time to sit down and write it right now. But soon!

You said during the finale that dance was so hard on your body that you couldn’t really do it anymore, and drag was the next logical option. Can you elaborate more on that story?

I was with a touring ballet company. I was burned out. We were dancing on stages that you shouldn’t be doing ballet on, like concrete floors. It wrecked my body a little bit. Drag has always been my first love, so, I love dance, but I love drag more, and it made sense to transition.

I love that you brought all those talents together this season. Especially in the final lip sync! I loved the jacket you wore that said “reveal” all over it. Why did you want to satirize the art of reveals?

I was trying to come up with cool ideas for what kind of reveal I could do, because everything has been done. I first decided to do the shoe reveal, which had never been done before. That was my one little original reveal. Because everyone expects you to do a reveal, I thought it’d be funny if I made fun of it and came out in a big jacket that was obviously a reveal, but also said “reveal” all over it.

When someone like Aquaria comes out looking like a loofah, we knew what was going to happen…

You already know, I already know, so, let’s have a good laugh about it together! If it’s going to be obvious, you should acknowledge it. It’s going to be funnier!

I think you and Yvie approached the final lip sync in two very different ways: Yvie told more of a narrative and connected with the emotion of the song, and you were doing an all-out spectacle with dazzling dance moves. Did you prepare ahead of time or were you improvising?

It was all improvisation. I never really choreograph, I just go with the flow in the moment. That’s just me doing my thing! I know [what I’m going to do at] certain points of the song, but I would say 95 percent of it is just improv.

In hindsight, do you wish you’d choreographed something knowing that what you did got you the runner-up slot?

No, I don’t think that would’ve changed the outcome for me at all. I think it was going to be what it was going to be, regardless. I’m very proud of how I did it. I had an amazing time on the finale, I was so happy that night!

What did it feel like to you the second you heard Ru announce Yvie as the winner at the crowning party? I imagine it’s painful but also a relief.

Yeah, it was a relief. I thought it was going to be her, so I wasn’t surprised. It was nice that it was finished and that chapter was closed. I’m very happy for Yvie. She’s an amazing queen and a true original, and stuck to her guns and has always been 100 percent herself the whole season. I’m happy for her. She’s worked hard and there’s no ill will or bitter feelings. I’m happy it’s done we can move on with our lives and see what happens next.

Statistically, you had the most challenge wins. What made you think you wouldn’t win with that record?

I’m a worst-case-scenario kind of girl. That way I’m never disappointed. I just had a feeling!

Were you surprised that, after an entire season of saying she wanted to send Yvie home, Silky picked you to lip sync against?

I was a little surprised, but I knew that’s who everyone expected her to pick and I knew she wasn’t going to do that just to spite everyone. She really mulled it over for a second.

Did you have a conversation about why she picked you?

Yeah, she said she wasn’t going to give the people what they wanted! She said that to me on stage! She wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.

You came across as so sweet on the finale, and you also cultivated a very sweet image on the show, but I’m sure you saw the comments online after the reunion, because people got a different impression of you after that episode. What did you think about that?

I was honest and direct on the reunion. I’m assuming you’re talking about the whole thing with Scarlet [Envy]. I was honest and kept it 100. I said, “I didn’t care for you on the show, I didn’t like you on the show.” The show was filmed a year ago. I’ve since changed my tune. I think Scarlet is amazing. She’s so talented and funny. The show is a polarizing experience and brings out the best and worst in everybody. Sometimes you gel with people and sometimes you don’t. I don’t understand why people think I was being rude or bitchy. I ended by saying that I really like her and she’s awesome, and I apologized for hurting her feelings and saying that everyone hated her, which I shouldn’t have said. I don’t really care if people’s opinions changed. I’m not a saint or a perfect person. I make mistakes and I own up to them. I like Scarlet and I don’t have a problem with her!

I interview a lot of Drag Race girls, and it’s a common frustration among them that certain fans, once they see something like an argument or disagreement on the show, they assume it’s like that forever and they don’t apply the same standards of normal human relationship to the Drag Race girls. Why is that?

I think they just see us as characters and not actual human beings. They don’t get the timeline of the show. The show was filmed a year ago, and so much can change in a year. I don’t think they’re very kind or understanding with the way things work and the way people can change or the stress everyone is under while filming the show. A lot of the things that are said in the heat of the moment, people don’t actually mean.

Speaking of relationships, one of my friends saw you in public a few months ago and said a photo of Vanjie was your background, but on the reunion you said you guys were no longer together. Is there more to the story?

Vanjie hasn’t been my phone background since October. My phone background is me! There’s no more to the story. We dated for three or four months after the show wrapped and it just didn’t work out for different reasons. We’re still good friends, we’re on tour together, we talk every day, and we’re in a good place. We’re waiting to see what happens in the future!

[azaleapaths]

wanted plots masterlist: main muses 

here’s a list of my wanted plots, sorted by muses (not all are included right now and i’ll probably update it when i have new ideas or when some of the plots get taken)

alice (hari nef fc)

meet cute in the bookstore she works in and then they just keep bumping into each other like a wacky romcom

freddie (maya hawke fc)

somehow she ends up in the situation in this post. she can either be the one who proposes or the one who gets proposed to. 

freddie’s famous younger sibling is in a pr relationship with your muse but they have so much chemistry it’s dangerous 

jackie (diana silvers fc)

having an affair (or just a fling) with someone who works on her mother’s staff. it’d be a really fucking big scandal if it got out so they have to sneak out but are those.. feelings? :O

jeanie (kaylee bryant fc)

jeanie falling for someone who isn’t very smart and unintentionally gets on her nerves and desperately trying to hide it but she can’t be mean to them anymore

something that has possible catfishing elements?? something inspired by this photoset, either something where someone popular is purposely trying to talk to jeanie maybe bc they’re actually into her but she hates them irl or maybe it’s something where they both don’t know who the other is OR maybe there’s kinda malicious intent but the feelings become real. 

also this lmao. 

lula (sydney sweeney fc)

something where lula falls for some sort of incredibly dangerous supernatural creature OR alternatively a serial killer (preferably the type that does it for a reason they think is morally right) 

this photoset, also.

matias (tommy martinez fc)

childhood friend pops up again when matias is engaged to a girl he doesn’t love like he used to love them, inspired by this photoset. 

nora (zendaya fc)

enemies with benefits but it’s more just her being annoying and bothering them and somehow there’s sexual tension 

the 4th dot point on this post, nora as the guardian angel being a fucking dumbass please

peach (eliza scanlen fc)

give me a co-worker at the motel she works at, please for the love of god. they get up to dumb shit and fuck around, have really good back and forth or even they’re more innocent than she is and she convinces them to do stuff

solving a murder in her small town!

best friends to lovers inspired by this, maybe they’re both on the cheerleading squad and there’s a lot to be scared of because they live in a small southern town. peach could also have a bf or vice versa. 

something where they explore abandoned buildings together??? it can get spooky, it can stay just cool and interesting or even... dangerous? 

rosalie (camila mendes fc)

please give rosalie this plot, it’s one of my very favourites. f/f or m/f idec

this is a plot post but am i gonna use it to request lili reinhart fcs for her? you bet your ass i am

this but in the scenario that they’re the only two home when rosalie and a bunch of her friends are at a cabin together. maybe they’re exes, maybe they just hook up but they’re in a fight. it’s fun. 

i love muses who are really different to rosalie but somehow they’re still into eachother and they still really want each other and it’s a fucking mess. 

saverina (lulu antariksa fc)

something where things with a client for her fake dating service go too far OR alternatively she just can’t stay away from someone but she was hired by their ex to orchestrate their breakup and she’s scared to tell them

sloane (abigail cowen fc)

for some reason sloane really seems to get along with criminals so maybe something inspired by this gifset. they can be a regular at the diner she works at or maybe she goes to them when her bike has issues or both

soledad (alexa demie fc)

something where soledad is screwing a girl’s father, brother etc so she can have his money and eventually screw them over but she wants her too much to resist seducing her too. 

sully (jack mulhern fc)

high school or college age sully meeting a person who wants to get past his awkward or unsure layers where he sometimes comes across as mean to get to know him. maybe they discuss movies and have a lot of them in common? maybe they have a class in common and one of them needs help. inspired by this photoset preferably. 

tristan (jordan connor fc)

something with lots of pining, tris can’t admit his feelings almost to save his life maybe. we could even honestly get to a confession just before she’s about to be married OR EVEN AFTER. do they run away together? does it get more complicated than that? (preferably with a really sweet muse bc that’s tristan’s type)

something inspired by this photoset. 

vanya (madelaine petsch fc)

sexy murder times! this please. vanya can be ruthless in the right circumstances, with the right things having happened to her and the girl she’s fallen for

lmao this 

yvie (danielle rose russell fc)

this for yvie as well, but it’s even more fun because she’s the daughter of celebrities

oh my god a plot where she falls for her bodyguard and it’s messy bc SHE’S a mess but wow it’s fun