Dr. Maya Angelou as a powerful young goddess
I end up staring at my notifications like
Skirt - Addition Elle
Blazer - High Shoulder pad
Heels - Ankle Strap
What is happening here!?
The balloons were outside. It snowed or rained, leaving a layer of water on the ballons that then froze. The balloons deflated a bit, but the ice on top of them obviously didn’t shrink too.
I see you hatin over there, see you jockin over there. Thinkin bout your life while you’re talkin about the young hippie
Blizzards are coming to 14th street, y’all.
me when my crush talks to me
He occupies an in-between space in this series: not the sub, but neither a co-dom equal to Van. He’s tasked with being in control over the boy they’re edging- and he’s a switch, so it comes easily to him and he does it well- but then Van gives him an order or fists a hand in his hair to direct his head and just like that, the hierarchy shifts and he’s obedient and subservient again.
It’s the way his muscle memory seems to take over; Van pulls him back and, unbidden, Sebastian slides his arms into that familiar, submissive position in which he’s so very often bound. It wasn’t asked or demanded of him; instead, the move is automatic. It evokes the words “well-trained” in my mind. Or maybe it was deliberate and thoughtful to lace his arms behind his back- an effort to please- in which case, his earnestness is eminently endearing. Or perhaps a third possibility: the desire to be bound and fully submissive, offering himself in the position into which he wants to be put.
Whichever explanation it is, it does ~things~ to me.