i love when people point out that i’m tall like i get it you are a bottom
“your hands are so big compared to mine” i wonder why you had to point that out
– they randomly grab your hand and play with it, and tell you that they’re bored and wish they could be doing something else to excuse themselves for touching you
– “your fingers are so long” and then put your hand against theirs and repeat themselves
– they ask you to wear their jacket because it’s “cute” / if you’re close with them they’ll straight up just grab it and wear it if you already aren’t wearing it
– “you must have a really big bed / you must take up all the space in bed”
– always look for a reason to hug you and smoosh their head into your chest
Barry read the text that he got and he thought about it for a moment or two,
[text] Sure, how much are the tickets?
he put his phone down for a few moments to get back to work and then it rang, He picked it up, “Hey Jinx, what’s up?” he said into the phone once he picked it up. When she started to talk he could tell that there was something about her vice that worried her, “Yeah sure, is everything alright?” he asked her worriedly wanting to know what was going on.
She was only breathing heavy into the phone for a moment before she found an alley to sneak into. “I’m…..fine?” She stayed though it came across as more a question. “I uh…..almost got hit by an suv. I rolled out of the way but they turned around and tried to hit me again” though out of breath she was still fairly calm towards the situation. “I think it’s fine now. But I could I just hang at your lab for a bit?” She asked to be certain.
She looked all over herself and any sign of a scratch was gone. But she admitted she was pissed about the torn jeans and rip on the sleeve of her denim button up
Barry read the text that he got and he thought about it for a moment or two,
[text] Sure, how much are the tickets?
he put his phone down for a few moments to get back to work and then it rang, He picked it up, “Hey Jinx, what’s up?” he said into the phone once he picked it up. When she started to talk he could tell that there was something about her vice that worried her, “Yeah sure, is everything alright?” he asked her worriedly wanting to know what was going on.
She was only breathing heavy into the phone for a moment before she found an alley to sneak into. “I’m…..fine?” She stayed though it came across as more a question. “I uh…..almost got hit by an suv. I rolled out of the way but they turned around and tried to hit me again” though out of breath she was still fairly calm towards the situation. “I think it’s fine now. But I could I just hang at your lab for a bit?” She asked to be certain.
She looked all over herself and any sign of a scratch was gone. But she admitted she was pissed about the torn jeans and rip on the sleeve of her denim button up
men in greek mythology? scoundrels. just terrible. woeful social skills. murderers. kidnappers. violent misogynists. most of them… never described as handsome so we have to assume they were ugly.
narcissus? unproblematic. beacon of transformative self love. king of the swerve. gay icon. couldn’t recognize his reflection but neither can my dog, we aren’t holding that against him.
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