take the long way home;

[diantos]

#big dyke energy

[dreamlonelywolf]

[lyssawynn]

SAMSON, darling !!

               A flare of fiery locks — Samson, an adulterant of anguish (such that approximated that of a Greek tragedy; perhaps her parents should have named her Antigone, of course, Samson, from Samson and Delilah, was another tragedy, so it seemed the girl was borne from the sadness of stars), and absence, though an absence of what, she wasn’t entirely certain. An absence of love? Instead, entangled in a web of ardent longings, her head in the clouds, her feet barely rooted in reality, her dreams is where she nestled herself, within the confines of somewhere safe. Sometimes, the woman wasn’t entirely certain she was there at all, present, sure, she was tangible, people could see her, the woman wondering if she should dye her hair a less obvious and unspoken colour, to go without detection from external surroundings, but she rather liked that for a fleeting second, she could be considered as “rare”, as some classified redheads. The woman was situated at the grand piano located in the foyer, perhaps a decorative piece assembling the ambience, but despite her doubts, lithe fingertips caressed the ivory keys, a melancholic melody resounding throughout the cavernous interior. She wasn’t aware she obtained an audience before a woman, an ethereal being, Samson’s eyes brimming with shock at how striking this woman’s features were, a sharpened jawline that could cut through glass and freckles, like constellations, lining the woman’s porcelain visage. Her movements ceased, abruptly, embarrassed that someone was listening, in truth, she was a bit rusty, but the suite was the only song she recollected since she hadn’t played since her formative years, about eight or so when her mother enrolled her in lessons. Cerulean hues, saturated with sincerity gazed at the woman, Samson unable to comprehend the woman’s question, for the metronome repleted her capacity before realising what it was this woman was asking. An event. The corners of her lips twitched into a cordial smile as her shoulders ascended in a shrug, “I uh… I don’t have anything to wear.” This woman, this gorgeous woman was offering a night out, which meant not ensconcing herself within the confines of her room with a book, or some crime show; she used to adore meandering around the city, always discovering something new she adored about London, but nowadays, it was work and then home, or whatever she categorized this mansion as. 

                    As a ray of sunlight came to peek through the window next to them, landing a gorgeous strand of light onto the floor for the duration of a minute - it was when the other’s beauty truly hit her. Those wavy strands, with the color that REMINDED her of the fresh air with the scent of pine needles that filled her lungs on Sunday morning runs outside through the Floyd Lamb Park in the autumn season, she couldn’t stop staring at for what felt like the longest of time. The woman’s beauty was no secret - but it was those blue eyes she felt like contained them all instead. There were a bunch of them, all hidden in the windows to her soul and God knows what would be going through her mind. For any other girl she ran into and asked out, it usually didn’t take them long to either flirt with her or exclaim a yes with an excitement Alyssa could still feel ringing through her body hours later. But this woman... she was obviously carrying a different energy. Calm, MAYBE? Would she be the first to REJECT her offer? It was a free event with Alyssa by her side, one she could eat anything at, make new connections that could launch her career in the best of ways - no one would ever dare to bring her a different answer than yes. --- And it’s when the redhead parts her lips, Alyssa’s head tilts with ease. Curious to hear what her answer would be, blue entrancing eyes study the other’s so well. It could be doubt she was carrying on her shoulders and when she shrugged she could only IMAGINE what it must feel like. To hold back, to let insecurities take over. And the brunette is eager to reach out, but an unannounced touch could chase anyone with doubts away, so instead smile of comfort tugs at her lips. ‘’-- That’s what you’re worried about? The dresscode?’’ she whispers, her voice was her strength. Even as she whispered, her certainty remained. ‘’Oh darling --- there’s plenty of dresses in my wardrobe you can come take a look at. We’re the same height, my build surely isn’t that much different from yours. My breasts are smaller, I’m sure, but that must be no issue. It’d suit you my dresses even BETTER.’’ It’s a proposal, one the other’s free to deny -- but Alyssa couldn’t walk away without at least trying. ‘’-- So?’’ she checks on her, her hand coming to hover above the other’s upper arm, her other hand lingering in front of her, almost as if the redhead could take it in acceptance, ‘’what do you say? You get to have a night out of this mansion and I get to brag about having a gorgeous redhead for a date to everybody.’’

[lyssawynn]

                    Don’t be afraid, just ask. The thought repetitively echoed inside her mind, telling her to be confident -- be herself. There were just a bunch of cameras pointed at her, NOTHING to be afraid of. Still, she found herself straightening out her top, checking out her painted black nails and smoothing a hand down her neck, playing with the silver tender necklace that rested on freckled skin. Walking up to the other, she parts her lips - wasting no second to make known what she wants. ‘’This might come as a surprise, and do feel free to say no, this is no obligation. I received an invitation for a fundraiser tonight and am allowed to have a plus one. Say yes and I’ll make sure you’ll have a splendid evening, if not PERFECT.’’

[lyssawynn]

FELICITY, darling !!

Well into her thirties, Felicity was supposed to have a handle on her life that was at least secure, but instead she still ate like a college student, had a terrible sense of direction, and was in a hotel with a dozen or more beautiful women whom she clammed up when talking to. If she wanted to come out of her shell and embrace her sexuality, she was doing a bang up job so far.

The only thing she really had going for her was that she was punctual; always on time for a session or in this case, Big Brother. She readied her bowl of popcorn and glass of wine – The Olivia Pope Diet , as she called it – and settled in for the show. some hours later, after the prime time had come and gone, Felicity found that she had fallen asleep during some old movie that came on and was now waking to find a figure looming over her. In the post-sleep fog it only seemed like a tall shower, which was why she jumped up and screamed before waking fully to look around and remember where she was. “ Well, that was one way to greet someone.”

                    Of course she lost it. The one card, she received from a new possible client in her new home country, was NOWHERE to be found. Right before changing into her nightclothes, it was when she felt in her back pocket the business card was no longer where it was supposed to be. And honestly, it got her anxiety to awaken in her chest, causing her heart to take up a faster pace. As much as Alyssa had enjoyed having the room to herself the second she moved in, it certainly was the opposite now -- the card seeming to have completely disappeared after searching at least half an hour in the spaces she was sure she had been at. Her closet, her bed, the bathroom, Hell, she even triple checked her suitcases and all the purses she brought along. Dumping the inside of the purse she carried on her shoulder all day out onto her bed, all belongings spreading out onto the sheets -- but NOTHING.

Which explained why she left the comfort of her room and expanded her search to the first drawing rooms she came across, MEMORIZING the little time she had spent there in the afternoon, talking to another woman about adult content. A sigh heaving from her chest when she found the room occupied by someone else, not bothering to greet her, just continue her hunt for the business card. Or at least she tried -- the scream STARTLING her that much that a scream of her own escaped from her throat, instantly moving a hand in front of her mouth. ‘’Christ -- I didn’t know I was involved in some horror spin off,’’ she states bluntly, moving past her with her breathing increased -- taking pillows aside as to look for her piece of carton. ‘’Give me a minute, just looking for something, I’ll be out in no time, ignore me if you will.’’

[lyssawynn]

CHIARA, darling !!

The town was slightly different from the last time Chiara had visited her–  there were no more Christmas ornaments.However that hadn’t influenced at all in how beautiful London was. The blonde’s gaze rested on her diamond-studded wristwatch and noted that it was just over eight pm. A mischievous smile played on her lips at the thought of what her friend could be doing at that moment. Chiara looked up when it was time to get into the hotel, carrying only a handbag and her cat, Salem. She had some problems choosing what to pack but in the end she gave up some things and only took the essentials keeping in mind that she would go out shopping as soon as she arrived in the English city. She moved slowly over her heels across the hall looking at every detail she could. Even if she knew where she should go, a room where she would share with this girl she didn’t care to memorize the name, she made her way to the first girl she spotted, managing to smile as gently as possible before the other turned. ❝ Excuse me, could you help me? ❞

                    Attention grasped by the emails flooding her inbox, she typed away just as fast to the most important connections - even having divided her regular contacts into sections to sort out who actually paid most. Facing one of the drawing rooms quite some time, she stood in the doorway -- FIGURING there wasn’t anyone around anyways, she could just as well spend some time going through her emails -- this causing her to eventually drown into her thoughts enough to not even hear footsteps approach her. So when she heard the floor CREAK by the other’s final footstep, her chin sharply lifts as blue eyes pierce into the others, taking a second to relax her face when she realizes it’s just another contestant of the show. ‘’Help you?’’ she takes her in all the way, from head to toe before parting lips again. ‘’How? If you’re looking for a hotel manager, it ain’t me. In fact, I don’t think they have one here --- but anything that involves gaining experience in nightlife activities, I can help you with.’’

[lyssawynn]

CORDELIA, darling !!

Cordeliasat in the large drawing room between the two couches, coffee tablepushed to the side to give her more room. She was surrounded bysketchpads, her laptop equipment, and a few fabric splotches. Shetook a sip of her tea, setting the mug down on an end table, lookingup to see someone else had entered the area. For a moment, she saidnothing, merely looking at the other in curious amusement. “Do youprefer to read or watch your porn?”

                    ‘‘---- Alright, this wasn’t the conversation I expected to have on my first day, but I’ll go with it.’‘ A subtle smirk comes to play on her features, leaning forward over the sofa as her elbows rest on the back, facing the fellow brunette across the couch. ‘‘Adult content doesn’t please me, books aren’t interesting me enough and watching girls dry humping and FAKING orgasms doesn’t even come close to experiencing the real heat of fucking women. In my opinion the whole porn industry is just a waste of time, it exists for the pleasure of men, that’s it.’’

[ilsafausts]

[lyssawynn]

ilsafausts‌:

Rebecca being cute and adorable and stunning during the M:I5 Press Tour in Vienna. [x]

[lyssawynn]

GABRIELLA, darling !!

“The real struggle is finding a good swimsuit that fits and looks good when you have big tits. Anyway, care to join me for a swim?”

                    For a solid minute, it was the always-talking redhead that held her breath for once. Just staring at the sight that was in front of her, feeling extremely lucky and both overwhelmed -- the latter only a little, though. ‘’Yes, yeah -- you definitely look good. Great, even. More than great -- I.. yes, absolutely. How can I say no to such an offer, I’d LOVE to, totally, yup!’’

[lyssawynn]

SUSIE, darling !!

“No.” 

                    ‘‘No? No??? What do you mean, no?! Ice cream is the best invention ever, I don’t care about how cold it is over here, ice cream can NEVER be said no to, it’s got feelings too!’’

[lyssawynn]

narcissaxenos I am SO super thankful to have ran into this babe today, she’s a total gem and honestly The Favourite was the best first movie I’ve watched in London so far. Here’s to making friends and many more memories in this beautiful country! Adore you @catoutofthehat, you’ve welcomed me to London with open arms and I cannot thank you enough! ♥

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[lyssawynn]

@catxastrophex, darling !!

                    ‘‘Hey ---- quick question,’‘ the redhead started out - out of nowhere, that was - eyes moving up from her phone after she scrolled past an ad on her Twitter feed. ‘‘I saw this movie trailer on my flight to England and I just remembered it seems like a very weird fucked up dramatic movie that’s set in like... I don’t know, medieval or middle ages PERHAPS? It’s about royalty, something to do with England and it’s gay. This article said it’s about Rachel Weisz and Emma Stone outgaying each other and, well, fuck, I CAN’T miss that - of course.’’ As she was playing with the cereal she had prepared for herself, after having to Google what it even was and how to eat it, she had decided to give it a go and not disliking it entirely - she messed around with the leftovers of the snack that had troubled the milk terribly now, she continued to talk. ‘’I mean, I’m assuming you’ve been here longer than me and maybe you could show me around and, oh I don’t know, I could pay for the movie as a treat? The trailer said it’s out now and it’s English, they must be playing it here now, yeah? What do you say, chicka? ---- Even if the movie’s trash, Rachel Weisz is hot and I honestly hope she’ll somehow hear me say that here cause she deserves all the praise.’’

[lyssawynn]

SAMSON, darling !!

               There she was, ensconced by the cherry oak panels that constructed a cabinet or perhaps it was a closet since it was spacious enough to equip a developed woman, that was situated in the library, a sanctuary for Samson, who didn’t feel any particular need to meander throughout the city at five in the morning. The recollections of how she discovered such a place were obscure, only that the leather bound chairs were deemed insufficient, all vegan crusade and what not and the added bonus of solitude, untethered by her bed. “—there is the heat of love, the pulsing rush of longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible — magic to make the sanest man go mad,” she whispered out the written sentence, eyelashes fluttering, as if the words would somehow alter into tangibility, “but what if you’re already mad?” She inquired, of course, to no being, in particular, seeing as she found herself alone. Utterly, perhaps even devastatingly, alone, but it was a bit early in the morn for such dramatics, was it not? Samson was adrift in the current reverie which enraptured her capacity that she didn’t detect the faint footsteps approaching, resounding on the timbered floor and the subsequent motion of someone breaching the cabinet door before light filtered in, Samson flinching as if she had been entombed, just now released from eternal damnation and rolling, artlessly, onto the floor. “Oh fuck—” she exclaimed, “jesus, doesn’t anyone knock anymore?” A feeble attempt at a joke, an unsuccessful bypass so perhaps her companion wouldn’t inquire exactly why she was nestled in a closet. 

                    Her whole first day had been a whirlwind of events, coming to meet some women she came across that lived in the renovated hotel just like she was from now on - meeting the crew who made sure to keep cameras pressed onto their noses just as much as the make up department did and last but not least; meeting her roommate. It kept her nerves on edge, until her energy turned into lack of sleep and she totally crashed before midnight had struck. Forgetting entirely she hadn’t closed the fish tank properly and Celia often tried to crawl out, with her baby instincts to go and explore - which had been no problem at home, but in a mansion full of women who POSSIBLY could go nuts at the sight of a tiny but slow animal crawling over the floor --- it resulted Narcissa into sitting straight up in bed with a loud gasp before half five in the morning and she ran out the room, bolted awake and with energy for ten. At least, until Celia was safe and sound in her fish tank, that was. She checked in every cabinet in the kitchen - leaving them open in her wake as she sprinted off to the first drawing room she came across, spitting damnits as she went, lifting off couch pillows that resulted anything but her baby turtle. How she eventually found herself wandering around the library - she had no idea, nor did she really process her surroundings, only focused on seeing anything that resembled to the shape of her turtle, she couldn’t have lost her on her very first day on the show. That’d be terrible. As her hand landed on a doorknob, she had no idea what it would lead her to - at least not a woman in the crook of the early morning, doing god knows what, in a cabinet and it shocks Narcissa for a second or two. Leaving a gasp from her lips, she then exclaims without skipping a single heartbeat, ‘’you’re not a turtle!’’ and she almost closes the door again, obviously missing the clue here - though it hits her right before the rectangle falls back into its place and she frowns. ‘’Wait, I did not mean that -- what the fuck, I barely slept...’’ the redhead giggles absurdly, mainly at herself, ‘’are you alright? Were you trapped?’’ STILL holding onto the doorknob, she realizes so and opens the door entirely, taking a step inside. ‘’I --- I’m sorry? For... startling you? I’m on this silly quest, on the hunt for my turtle... who may have or may not have escaped cause I was foolish enough to leave the fish tank open. --- Anyway, do ... do you want me to close the door again or...? Wanna help?’’

[lyssawynn]

RILEY, darling !!

  There was an abundance of cliche’s that had filled Riley’s little knowing about London. Over the course of her dreaming states to ever visit, the girl hadn’t ever thought the path would be paved such a way. The path was illuminated in brighter lights than the posts that lit the London streets. In all of the cliched thoughts, being in a filmed house with other women who were attracted to women wasn’t apart of any of it. Being apart of a show had it’s glorified perks, but quite honestly, the blond was wrecked with nerves.

   First day. Settle in. Don’t be weird. Don’t do that nervous quirked laugh you do. Don’t talk too much. The thought of habitually diving into her youth and biting on her nails swiped in her mind. No, no, that’s a disgusting habit. -discarding that coping mechanism, her leg began to rattle restlessly. You can’t just sit here all day and closet yourself. –Well, wasn’t that a joke in itself, considering Riley had been closeted. What a dramatic way to come out. The girl’s eyes rolled with an annoyed huff. It brought such a dislike to her anxiety. She needed something to comfort her quickly before she made a fool of herself. Little did she know she’d be caught in a short few minutes dancing around her shared room to Taylor Swift. Then she’d certainly feel like a complete, awkward, award-winning fool painted in red cheeks. With shaky limbs, she stood up, and turned the volume up on her phone, twirling around to shake her nerves. 

                    Climbing endless stairs was nothing she wasn’t used to - but it caught her out of breath nonetheless, she blamed it on the tingle in the pit of her stomach that’s been there ever since she received the notice she was accepted into the show. Without a second thought she’d been packing her bags and made all the arrangements with her family and her contact person to bring her motorbike over, same as her baby turtles. The LOVES of her life, if she had to establish the relationship she had with her girls. Music catches her attention soon when she’s strolling down the hall the crew people pointed her to, she’d be sharing a room with Riley Eastwood, a name she never heard before. And her curiosity grew when she noticed the room that was going to be hers from now on -- like holy fucking shit she’s living in England now! -- wasn’t locked, and on top of that; the music she heard flowed right from the four walls. Leaving her suitcases for what they were in the hall, she came in bouncing like a basketball, singing and dancing to the beat like a lunatic ‘’oh I knew you were trouble when you walked in, so shame on me now! ---- Oh I knew you were trouble when you walked in -- now I’m lying on the cold hard ground, oOOHHH trouble, trouBLE, TROUBLE!!’’ Without thinking twice the girl could possibly not be so open as she was, she literally entered with a big entrance, a laugh bubbling from pink lips when the song ended. ‘’You put that on for me, didn’t you? You saw me coming and was like ‘oh no, gotta put the right song on for the mood, no? --- Kidding. Or did you, really?’’ She then put her hands in her sides, tilting her head as she caught her breath back. ‘’I didn’t scare you, did I? --- If I did, I’m sorry. I’m Narcissa and you’re in the room I’ve been told that’s mine -- and yours -- so I’m guessing you must be Riley. --- Or this room isn’t mine and yours, but only mine. And we’d have trouble, trouble, trOUBLE. -- But also not really, wouldn’t want to make enemies on my first day here..... I also may have an overload of energy, blame it on the nerves.’’

[lyssawynn]

IZZY, darling !!

After Izzy had settled in a little, she decided to take her dog for a brisk walk to let him get accustomed with a bit of the mansion and it’s surroundings. Her sweet boy had always had a little trouble with new environments - too many new things would mean he’d become too excited and pee all over the place, which would be a disaster. She was looking at her phone, which now seemed like the worst idea, when the dog yanked at the leash causing her to loose her grip on it in the moment her attention had been elsewhere and he ran off. She was about to call his name when she realised what, or rather who had caused him to suddenly sprint away. She grimaced, quickly making her way to the person being assaulted by her dog. As she picked up his leash and guided him away from the person she apologised, “I’m so sorry! He gets excited meeting new people and I wasn’t paying attention- I lost the grip on the leash, I’m usually able to pull him back.” She started to ramble. “Err, anyway… I’m Izzy, I’ve only been here for… about half a day.”

                    It was unbelievable. A rough six hours ago she found herself saying goodbye to the most important people in her life -- most of them, at least. Her grandmother of course hadn’t been able to be at the party her family and friends in Greece threw for her last night, but she knew Rose kept her in mind. Now she was in a different world, England had only been so surreal for all her life - and to be quite honest, it still was. Even now she stood in front of the massive building, pearl blue eyes sparked with both disbelief and excitement. She already knew she wasn’t going to regret joining the MTV show, not even for a second. She’d make friends, maybe enemies too and most importantly of all; memories. Speaking of which, before she even was able to set a step forward, something sprinting at her caught her attention and she immediately squatted to approach the creature with a big gasp. ‘’Doggo! What a PLEASANT surprise, do all the new women get greeted by you? Oooh, you’re so adorable - yes you are!’’ Narcissa beamed, loving animals so much, sometimes even a little bit too much, if you asked her family. ‘’Nooooo -- don’t pull him away now,’’ she pouted when the good boy left from within her reach, before her eyes moved up the person’s legs the dog belonged to. ‘’Half a day, hm? Guess you can show me around then, you obviously got a head start,’’ she then pointed at the suitcases she had been busy dragging over the pavement. ‘’Narcissa, nice to meet you, Izzy, and the good boy with no name.’’

[abbeycowens]

[lyssawynn]

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