No context... just a mood

Me: *takes embarrassing vid/pic of friend*

Friend: Don’t post that. I don’t want anybody to see

Me, while posting it and tagging them:

When my friends make plans and include me this time:

Person: Hi-

Me:

Gay Awakening

I was really little and I remember watching Flashdance and immediately liking Alex (Jennifer Beals owns my ass). Another one is Laura Charles from The Last Dragon (in Netflix; if you like black kung fu movies), Carmen Cortez from SpyKids, Veronica Sawyer from Heathers, and Akasha from Queen Of The Damned (R.I.P Babygirl)... but I came to terms with being gay was when I first saw Shake It Up on Disney Channel and fell in LOVE with Zendaya... like she was my screensaver on my iPod touch and my Blackberry...

I came out a year after (2011) and I was 13 ☺️🏳️‍🌈

First Gay Moment

Ok, it was early 2004, I was 5 years old and I had watched an episode of The L Word one night. So, I see Tibette kissing and thought “I wanna do that.” The next day at recess, this white girl named Amanda wanted to play house and I had to be the dad cus I had on jeans that day. Anyway we kissed under the slide and got married in the sandbox.

I’m So Fucking Gay

Recently started watching The L Word and fuck I’m so in love w Bette... still pissed she cheated on Tina because I loved them sm #Tibette but like Bette can get it...Carmen can join...

Suckers & Smokes (Young Carol/You) S1 E11: We Belong

*Slightly Dirty

"Marlon, what the actual fuck?!" I whisper yell, punching the boy hard in his arm. "Ow! What?" He rubs the sore spot. "You fucking told that Danny Zuko motherfucker where I worked?!" I narrow my eyes, feeling my face heat up.

He looks at me with guilty eyes before speaking, "He threatened to beat me up if I didn't." I grab onto the front of his shirt, pulling him so close to me, I can practically smell the fear.

“You should've took that ass whooping, Thomas," I push away against the lockers. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know what else to do. I panicked!"

I clenched my jaw and glare down at the slightly shorter boy. He cowers a bit, bowing his head. "Come near me...ever in your life, I'd kill you," I walk away feeling the urge to hit something. I'd hit him, but I know my grandma would be even more pissed at me than she already is.

I storm down the hall, fuming. I'm pretty sure my face is beet red from anger. I head to my locker, twist my lock a few times, and throw it open. I take out my Chemistry textbook, a spiral notebook, and my drawing notebook.

The school day hasn't even officially started yet and I'm feeling like punching someone. I slam my locker shut, earning a grunt from behind me.

I turn to see that fucking greaser wannabe. "What the fuck do you want, stalker?" I bite. He chuckles, taking out a comb and fixing his stiff hair. This guy is just...ugh. "Before you get anymore agro, I wanted to invite you to a party tonight."

I raise my eyebrow skeptically, "What? No more tryin' to initiate me into the Midnight Dragons?" I humor. He shakes his head, "Nah. My buddy, Joe, is graduating next week and he's throwin' a big blowout."

I chuckle, "What is this, 1976? No one says 'blowout' no more." He rolls his eyes, "Aye, look, are you comin' or not?" I ponder a bit, truly debating if I wanna go to this 'blowout'. "I'll think about it," I finalize.

He nods with a half smile on his face, "Righteous." I chuckle again, "Dude, you sound like my dad trying to be cool." He squints at me and shakes his head in annoyance.

“Just, here," he takes out a small slip of paper from his leather jacket and hands it to me. "It starts at 9, but the real party doesn't start until 10:30," he smirks. I raise an eyebrow at him, "The real party?" He just winks at me and walks away.

I roll my eyes and start for my class. As the asshole said, the seniors graduate next week, which means this is the last week of school for the underclassmen.

Well, I graduate next year, so that's something. Can't wait to leave this shit box behind once and all.

I take a seat in Chemistry, watching as the teacher start collecting textbooks and talking about grading notebooks. I look down at the slip of paper with an address on it.

Hmm, I might go...

I shove the paper in my pocket and let the day drone on.

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I step out of the shower area with a cocky grin on my face and a swing in my step. I lean up against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest as I wait for Carol to come out.

She had a little trouble walking straight once we were done. Then again, it's her fault she wanted another round. Which I happily gave her. What can I say? I spoil my crazy ass sweetheart.

I soon hear her shoes echo as she comes out. Her hair was damp and her jumper was halfway buttoned. She carried her towel over her shoulder, her bag under her arm, and her glasses in her hand.

“Denning," I say cheekily. She turns to me with a flushed mixed angry look, "You're a fucking demon." She walks off and I chuckle softly before following her. "You asked for it, Loca. You know I love spoiling you," I bite my lip.

She turns to me briefly before rolling her eyes. I chuckle again, "That looks very familiar." She just keeps walking, seemingly ignoring me. I jog a bit to catch up and walked by her side, grabbing the ends of my towel that's wrapped around my shoulders.

“You can't lie, you enjoyed every second," I say, glancing at her lips as she licks them. She slips her glasses onto her face then glances at me. "I did, but because of you we missed lunch," she say.

I scoff, "Please, you're the one that wanted round two so don't take it out on me." She stops in her tracks and turns to me. "I did not tell you to tease me so bad that I was throbbing beyond belief," she grits.

I raise an eyebrow, "The many times we've done it and you'd expect me to get right to it?" I then step closer to her so that our lips were barely touching. "You know I love building you up so I can tear you down into a mess," I lean in and take her lips between my teeth and tug on it.

“Besides, you did say it was my gift for being clean all this time, did you not?" Her breathing picks up slightly, making me smile and back away from her.

Her flustered expression turns into a glare. "I fucking hate you," I bite my lip and size her up. "Yeah?" She nods, "Yeah, I do." I return her glare, looking around before boldly going into her still open jumper and into her underwear in one swift motion.

She gasps and grips onto my arm, looking into my darkened eyes. "Don't fuck with me, Denning. I ain't afraid to fuck you again right here, right the fuck now. I will make you cum so hard, you'd feel it all week. Understand?"

She bites down hard on her lip, nodding obediently. "Words," I husk. "Y-Yes," she says, barely above a whisper. I rub her a little, making her close her eyes and slowly grind on my hand.

I then pull my hand away, teasingly sucking on my fingers. She watches me carefully, forcibly tearing her gaze from me to fix her clothes.

“Like I said, you're a demon," she pants. I wink at her and saunter off.

That'll calm her down for a bit.

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Carol had went to set her code to Machio while I play War with a few other inmates, including Hansen. "Hey, Hernandez got thrown in Ad Seg earlier," she says at the start of the second game.

I look up at her with an indifferent attitude, resting my sucking in my cheek "Yeah? For why?" I ask, dealing cards. "Shanked Peterson," she replies. "Gringa or negrita?"

“The white one. Hit her right in her side like a basic bitch," she laughs. I join in, shaking my head, "Serves her right...fucking with inventory."

“Oh, yeah. How'd you fix that?"

I raise an eyebrow, taking the candy from my mouth, "That's strictly between me and Denning." She nods solemnly, "Sorry, Baby." I look over the table at everyone, "I told Hernandez to get thrown over there in Ad Seg. For fucking with my business."

I glare at them, "That's a slap on the wrist. A warning, because I'm merciful. If Denning was to had been told before me, she'd have 20 more years added to her sentence."

I suddenly feel a pair of hands on my shoulders, already knowing who it is. "Ya damn skippy," she says. I look up at her, watching as she tells a lackey to move so she could sit beside me.

“You playing?" I ask. She shakes her head, "Not in the mood to whoop your ass like you stole somethin'." I laugh, "You've been around me too long. You sound like me."

I put down a King of Hearts, winning the stack, and taking it to my side. I throw down another card, losing that stack and I glance over at Carol. "What did Mach say?" I say, continuing the game.

“I actually talked to Deuce. And he said that a new shipment is coming soon. Maybe next week," she informs. I chuckle under my breath, "Early birthday present." She goes silent and I look at her again.

“Wait," her eyes then widen a bit. "It's almost September," she says quietly so only I could really hear her. I nod slightly, "Yep. Wonder if 21 would feel any different than now?" She shrugs, taking my sucker from my mouth, "I dunno, I've never been."

She puts it in her mouth, making me nudge her. "Culera," I chuckle. "You're a calera," she fails. I chuckle again, shaking my head and winning another stack. I look down at my pile, and I damn near got the entire deck.

“Damn, Baby, you're killing us," Hansen comments." I shrug, "I'm the king of War." I hear Carol scoff beside me so, I turn my head to her.

“You owe me a cherry Blow Pop, Denning," I say, kinda seriously. "You can blow my dick," she says. I cringe a bit, "Too hetero. Too hetero." She chuckles, "I'll buy you grape." I stare at her, "You've known me how long? You know cherry is the only flavor I like."

She groans, "So picky." I continue on with game, soon setting my deck down and call a passing inmate. "Hey, Sawyer, come take my spot," I say, standing up. Carol joins as I start for our bunks.

Instead to going to my own, I flop on Carol's bed and rest my hands behind my head with a sigh. "You okay?" She asks, shutting the door and sitting by my feet. I sit up slightly, "I guess? I mean, a lot of shit is going on right now and I'm stressing the shit out."

She rubs my stomach in small circles, "Baby, calm down." I was almost shocked that she called me that, but then again, she just might be calling be by my nickname. Which kinda discouraged me.

I put my arm over my face, truthfully trying to calm my nerves. I take deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of her rubbing my stomach. Though, she pulls away too soon, making me look up.

I relax when she lays beside me. She takes the sucker out of her mouth and offers it to me. I take it and she drapes her arm over my torso. "It's tiring being la jefa, sabes?" She nods against me.

“Yeah, I know. It'll get easier one day. We'd have the lackeys doing our dirty work while we sit here and listen to ABBA and Michael," she tilts her head up and pecks my neck.

I chuckle, "Sounds amazing."

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*more like a long ass filler but it'll b lit