my femme girlfriend: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
me: [throwing on shorts and a tank top] okay baby i love you and you look so pretty
My overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok I’m ready to leave the house
My femme girlfriend: [throwing on a sundress and head scarf] okay baby I love you and you look so handsome
Me: [after spending 6 hours on my hair and makeup] Babe I’m ready to head out now
My femme wife: [who has also taken 6 hours] Okay babe I love you I’m ready and your highlight is poppin severely but you need to blend that contour in a little bit
Me: [fixing her eyebrows] I love you
my overdressed butch ass: [hour and a half later] ok love im ready to leave the house
my equally overdressed femme girlfriend: [also hour and a half later] okay baby i love you we’re both so pretty
Me: [10 minutes and a tank top later] ok babe let’s go
My equally lazy butch girlfriend: [also 10 minutes and a tank top later] I love you honey but we gotta stop taking each other’s tank tops
Sailor Business’s newest guest, Allison Stock, shared a fan fic she wrote about Sailor Moon when she was 7 years old. It had a part about Zoisite lowering Tuxedo Mask into a soup made of bombs. It was hilarious so I had to draw something for it–I also got called out to draw something for it so the contract was sealed.
Skylar wandered out,
hand still touching the door, afraid afraid of what might be out here, what the
light held. It felt warm on the skin, and there was fear, at first, a need to
draw away, but then the warmth did not burn, but caressed, like a laptop
warming the lap that held it.
It was so green. Like a
high res monitor could only express. Lush. Shaded like high quality fanart.
There was a small and a
softness to the touch, Skylar sobbed, touching it over and over again.
They were the first tears not
related to a tumblr post in years.
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