I got pal Amy in the last round of the ACD Holmes Fest, so I illustrated a bittersweet scene from her wonderful “Something To Retire To”! I love illustrating stories but it’s so much more complex and time consuming than anything else, sigh.
I saw two dudes hanging out with the trading cards while my family and I were checking out.
They were hovering very close together, whispering things to each other and giving toothy grins, hearts in their eyes.
And it was at this moment that one of them looked at me and saw me staring. Now, I live in Alabama and am standing in a Walmart with my two daughters and lumberjack looking husband, STARING THE FUCK at these two guys, and the poor dude just kinda looks away and side steps away from the other guy.
THE POOR BASTARD THOUGHT I WAS JUDGING THEM BUT I WAS REALLY JUST SHIPPING THEM SO, SO HARD. Like you have no idea. I don’t know if they were together or not, but I had zoned out and was waiting to see if they kissed, because if TWO MEN CAN KISS IN THE MIDDLE OF A WALMART IN FUCKING THOMASVILLE ALABAMAI would have probably passed out from the feels and I could have died happy.
But no, I had to be a creep.
I think my shipping habits have taken a sharp turn towards inappropriate. I should probably do something about that.
“Sod it.” Greg downed his glass in one sip. At 48 years of age and divorced, he had nothing to lose, really. “Can I have this dance?” Molly looked up, a small, shy smile on her face. “Uh. Sure, but I’m really not a good dancer.”
“Ah, you’re underestimating yourself”, he laughed, offering his hand. She took it with a smile.
Read the rest of the ficlet below. (Ficlet courtesy of the wonderful mollsstrade.)
((MOD: It’s gonna be fun sharing a bit more about Mudpie and her internship at Ghastly Gorge! There’ll also be a bunch of new characters introduced, so hope you’re all ready for the ride! Tracked tag for this storyarc: #The Internship ))