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hey guys!
Guess who's also been working on re-telling of Superman with an undocumented (,like they've always been,) SuperMan and SuperGirl (who confront ICE.)
Me :)
You should check it out!
The premise is: How do you find out you're bulletproof? And what do you do about it? (Also, you're undocumented.)
𝔏𝔬𝔰 𝔄𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔰 01: 𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱 ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔢!
Finally! A blog begins
Taking a break from re decorating, it seems I am sitting in the late August sunshine, writing a tumblrscript. A tumblrscript is much like a manuscript but since a manuscript is hand-written with a pencil or pen, not with a keyboard, the word tumblrscript is more appropriate here.
I showed my older brother your tags for the last kumirei pic you rebogged and he suggested the kama sutra for a comfortable position, and now I have tears in my eyes after looking it up
You had never heard of the Kama Sutra before?
Unfortunately it tends to assume a Tab A/Slot B configuration in its section on positioning, and relegates lesbians to stroking and kissing “at the point of union”, which isn’t exactly rocket surgery XD
As for a way to cuddle while also doing your own thing, the best way we know of is this: She lays on her stomach on the bed reading her book, I lay on my stomach perpendicular to her with my chest snuggled into the small of her back, with my laptop laying on the bed on the other side. Wireless laser mouse means my hands can be wherever I want (I avoid doing things that require typing when we’re doing this).
Fair warning: I am a pettanko and she is very not. Reversing our relative positions has not worked out so well. Keep this in mind if you intend to try this at home.
PPS #3: Hint by Khadija Anderson
Hint
Where we will land is anyone’s guess it could be on XY if that even is a place
Betty says her sister is smart but she is prettier of course, that’s always the problem in America
South by north east gets you back where you started and then there’s that pesky train
That’s always the problem worse than the others worse than XY or Betty’s sister
PPS #3: Tip your Valet by Trista Hurley-Waxali
Tip Your Valet
Valet ticket sticks to sweat. Shaking on the seat.
His wife calls, he flags the waiter. Our room unchecked.
Prada heel stabs the pedal. Lingerie goes unseen.
“Ma’am, can you move your car?” “Sure, off a cliff.”
Vi Hart explains Fibonacci Spirals with pine cones and puffy paint!
On Her 39th Birthday Betty Found Jesus or in L.A. Jesus drives a Cadillac and Satan drives a Prius
By Teka-Lark Fleming
Title- On Her 39th Birthday Betty Found Jesus or in L.A. Jesus Drives a Cadillac and Satan Drives a Prius.
Betty has a car.
Betty drives her car.
Betty parks her car.
"How good are those on gas?"
"Great!"
"Important for global warming, you know?"
Betty leaves her car.
Betty goes to a bar.
Betty orders a drink.
"It is my birthday."
Betty drinks the drink.
"Are you here —alone?"
Betty laughs.
Betty orders another drink—Betty drinks the drink—Betty orders another drink—Betty drinks the drink—
Betty orders another drink—Betty drinks the drink—Betty orders another drink—Betty drinks the drink—
Betty orders another drink—Betty drinks the drink.
Betty goes to the bathroom.
Betty splashes water on her face.
Betty snorts a single line of coke.
Betty takes a single Vicodin.
"Better," Betty says.
Betty looks in the mirror.
Betty reapplies her lipstick.
Betty pays her tab.
"Are you OK?"
"I'm fine."
Betty tries to find her car.
Betty walks walks the perimeter of the parking lot.
(23 feet)
Betty does it again.
Betty finds her car.
Betty is happy.
Betty puts the keys in the horn.
Betty's car doesn't move.
Betty is sad.
Betty puts the keys in the ignition.
Betty's car starts.
Betty is happy.
Betty drives her car.
Betty has a head on collision.
(Those bright lights are Jesus.)
"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit."
Betty head cracks the window and steel impales her thighs.
Betty is anointed with blood.
Betty is dead.
Happy birthday Betty.
