#dragonflly

[herrnethar6]

Todays theme for minis is insectoid

Painted these giant dragonflies

[lightpatch]

Cold seeps in through the cracked open window, and Dane sits on the sill, curled into the glass like he means to fall through it. He misses him, is the thing. He misses him in this empty apartment, in his chest, deep down in all of the dark places that have ached for him every single fucking moment since they met. Thinking back on them in the car, on them the first night, he regrets how they came together, but he doesn’t regret that it happened. He doesn’t regret that he came to know him, because even if everything is ending in desperate heartbreak, it’s okay. He had him. He has him, forever, trapped behind his ribs and between the beats of his heart.

Phone in hand, Dane’s long fingers hesitate over the ‘call’ button for what feels like the hundredth time. His throat is thick with it, and he knows that he isn’t supposed to. He knows that he isn’t supposed to do this, be like this, call him when he’s low, when he’s needy. Still, there’s a moment of desperation that temporarily takes him over, and he finds himself tapping that green circle and bringing the phone up to his ear despite it all. “Pick up. Please.”

[inhalcyon]

💬 SMS TO UGLIE.

ZAC: BABY JUST SMILED AT ME AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE GAS THIS TIME

ZAC: I SWEAR

[lightpatch]

A rumpled mess, Rhys wakes up from his nap with a start, the dreams that had haunted his slumber leaking out into his reality even with Chae’s arms wound around him. They sit curled up in one of the chairs on his fire escape, tarp shielding them from the English downpour going on around them. It’s soothing, in a way, hearing the rain patter atop of them, and he shivers slightly from the chill as he tucks in closer. Fear shows on his face, deeply rooted and unable to be hidden, and he tucks into his lover’s neck like he means to keep it from him, even if he’s already seen it. Rhys is quiet, nothing to say for the moment, and his breaths are shallow as his body gives another tremble.

[lightpatch]

[ TEXT SENT 1/29/2020 AT 7PM GMT ]: so, when am i going to get that shirt back?

Hitting ‘send’, Jun settles into his sofa, still dressed for work and feeling the exhaustion settling in that usually hits him around this time. There’s a certain degree of excitement, and perhaps a little bit of anxiety as well mixed in with that, and he does’t quite know what to do with it all in combination. Mia is different. He’s known that she’s different from when they’d met this past weekend, and he knows now that he feels it deeply enough to want to reach out to her with any possible excuse to see her again. Even on another work night. Staying up past his bed time is worth it when it’s for her, and he knows that he’s probably too intense about it, but that’s just the way that he’s functioning when it comes to this.

Dating has always been something that he hasn’t taken too seriously, but somehow, this feels like more than dating. He tries not to stare at his text app too much as he waits for a response back, scrolling lazily through his twitter instead.

[lightpatch]

“Is it straight?” Eve’s voice carries, and he takes a couple of steps back until he’s standing next to Berry, looking at the painting that he’s just hung up on the wall of their lounge. They’re still working on customizing their shared space into something that looks shared between them, and this was something that his husband had picked out, which is more than enough for Eve to want it to be perfect. Glancing over at him --- wrapped up with a blanket draped around him like a cloak, as per usual --- he smiles a bit with swelling fondness, warmth dripping in his chest to pool in his tummy. Unable to help it, he reaches to cup his hand over his nape and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Straighter than us, of course.”

[brittbaird3-blog]

[jvsminerose-moved]

♡ ˙ * ✧ ━━  ❪ @dragonflly​ liked for a starter from one of my underused muses! + based on this plot ❫

“Seriously?” Nicky asks, her voice rising up several pitches as she regards her best friend in front of her. “So you’re telling me, you want us to make out so you can make the person you’re into jealous?” She cackles, her laugh overpowering the loud music of the house party that they’re in. “Look, you know I’m always down to get handsy---” She accents that with a wink. “---but seriously, how desperate are you? I---” 

She’s about to snark some more when suddenly she’s pressed against the wall, lips pressed against the other. She peeks her eyes open and notices the object of her friend’s affections at her periphery. Immediately, she grabs their shirt, pulling them close and opening her mouth, her tongue darting out to explore her best friend’s mouth like it’s her last meal of her life. Might as well give this person the show, she thinks to herself as she reaches down to their hips, pulling them close together, grinding their hips together. And if a moan emits from her throat from this heated make-out session, she’ll say nothing about it.