small ghost looks to the future

Nina. 30s. she/her. prev. c-estmabiologie. In my spare time I am Alison Hendrix.

[depsidase]

[bluering8]

listen to me, this is so so important: you've gotta get used to really giving it your 60% as a default. like don't half-ass it necessarily but try not to go over 70% or so of an ass. you'll feel better and live a happier more fulfilled life, and on the rare occasions where you do need to lock the fuck in you'll be able to pull off bullshit that the sad miserable wretches giving it their 100% can never dream off, because they're busy draining themselves dry and you have energy reserves to spare.

[pushingcorpseflowers]

pov: we’re gfs and your head is in my lap.

[pushingcorpseflowers]

am i allowed to self-declare that i’m in my milf era???

[segamascott]

i've actually decided that this pride month is more for lesbians this year pack it up gay guys

[pushingcorpseflowers]

new haircut is a hit with the sapphics!!!

[pushingcorpseflowers]

Happy Pride, lesbians!!!!!!!

[pushingcorpseflowers]

my new hairstylist is soooo nice but one thing about her is i’ll say “no bangs please!!” and 100% of the time I leave with fresh bangs,,

[shanesmouth]

also your queerness and your expressions of it are literally sacred. by the way

[pushingcorpseflowers]

ngl it was super weird not to post a drabble before work this morning

[mostpeachy]

I am tired and I want to hold hands

[pushingcorpseflowers]

hiii if you came along on my McMay Daily Drabbles journey — whether you liked or commented or lurked — just know I love and appreciate you and you have a home in my heart <3

[pushingcorpseflowers]

McMay Daily Drabbles: May 31

I’m writing a Cassie McKay drabble every day in May!

Asks are open if you want send me prompts. The only rule is that it has to be for McKay.

Also collecting all of the drabbles on AO3.

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Cassie loved slipping her fingers in-between Victoria's, how they fit just so into the spaces. She held their interlaced hands up between them, stroked her thumb across the smooth skin on the backs of Victoria's knuckles, and hummed an admiring little sound.

"God," she marvelled, "your hands are so soft."

Victoria laughed. "Um…thanks?"

"No seriously," Cassie said, giving Victoria's hand a squeeze. "Give it time. Between the nitrile gloves, the hand sanitizer, and the constant handwashing, I feel like my hands are disintegrating."

Victoria met her gaze. "I like your hands," she said, as meaningfully as she could manage.

[venusvhs]

no, no, i'm fine. completely normal actually.

[inkskinned]

i tell her: there 27 bones in your hand. it’s very beautifully manufactured. good job growing it.

i don’t say: the first time you held my hand, i was grounded to this earth in a beautiful way. like ships had come home in me. like all my dreams about flying.

i don’t say: i am so grateful for the moments you held my hair back or stroked my knuckles or fixed my dress or gave me that little reassuring squeeze or walked me through a panic attack. i am grateful for every night you stayed up late texting me and every tear you brushed away and every pint of shared ice cream. i am grateful for everything.

i don’t say: i owe you sunrises. i owe you laughter. i would fight to protect your happiness with every tooth and fiber and atom of my being. i love you deep.

“you’re a nerd,” she tells me. i don’t say: i am your nerd, in your hands, in those beautiful palms. in those incredible fingers which have held me up through worse storms than i thought i could survive.

instead i say: this is my middle finger. it’s very beautifully manufactured. kindly look at it.

and she laughs and i think: thank god for you, for all that you do, for being my friend, for being you.

[eatsleepdraw]

[pushingcorpseflowers]

McMay Daily Drabbles: May 30

I’m writing a Cassie McKay drabble every day in May!

Asks are open if you want send me prompts. The only rule is that it has to be for McKay.

Also collecting all of the drabbles on AO3.

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Credit where credit was due: Cassie had been very good.

She'd waited a respectable four weeks before becoming an HR nightmare and flirting with her attending.

Not that HR knew; Baran hadn't mentioned anything, hadn't even threatened Cassie with a warning. If anything, she'd been encouraging. She seemed to be waiting to see what move Cassie might make any time they were alone together, seemed to find herself in Cassie's path more often than could be explained strictly by chance.

Poor Cassie. She'd started this game, and was down to play it, but the tension was getting to be unbearable.