i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe.
i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.
“are you two… together?”
this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words.
“there are children here, you know.”
in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon.
i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.
even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”
“I always had a feeling for Britain. We would listen to the BBC during the war, when I had an uncle Herb who was flying a bomber, which I believe may have been from England.
In 1960, I purchased a Hillman Minx convertible, which wasn’t a very expensive car in those days, and drove around England with the top down. It was an American-drive car, which was an advantage because I could snap people on the sidewalk more easily. I also had a sports coat made with the side pockets larger, so I could fit my Leicas in them.
I found this young woman quite by accident, as I was walking the London streets. I came upon a group of teenagers, and struck up a conversation. They took me into a cave, and then some kind of huge dancehall. I think it was on an island. It was getting late, and I needed to move on the next morning, so I didn’t stay very long.
But I isolated this girl to photograph, holding that kitten, which was probably a stray she had found on the street, and carrying that bedroll wrapped around her body. There was a great deal of mystery to her. I didn’t know where she had come from, and I didn’t get her name, but there was something about that face - the hopefulness, positivity and openness to life - it was the new face of Britain.
The picture was taken with a normal 50mm lens, with a wide aperture. I used the Ilford film, called HPS - hyper-sensitive film - which I loved, although it is probably no longer made. I loved that grainy texture; she has the feeling of a statue.
I still feel close to this picture. I wonder what that young girl is doing now. She must be lurking around London someplace, or she may not be alive, you never know.”
-him having a daddy kink(I don’t know why I just feel like he has one)
-having sex right after shows cause he’s all sweaty and it turns you on
-lots of it^
-when you had your first time with him, he was scared he would hurt you
-tour bus sex
-Tyler walking in on you guys one time
-it being totally awkward(😂)^
-him calling you: “baby girl”, “kitten”
-holding hands during sex(I don’t know why, but I feel like Josh would be the type of person to do this?😂)
-when he comes home from tour you guys have sex that night cause you both missed each other so much
-it being so passionate and the best sex that you both have ever had
needing to buy condoms all the time(stay safe kids!)
-having sex in the most random places to see if you get caught
-it was all Joshs’ idea^
-when he’s horny he’d be all touchy in front of people and clingy
-he’d whisper in your ear about how beautiful you are
-leaving scratch marks on his back
-him having to keep his shirt on for a while when you do that^
-listening to music while having sex
-him having a playlist for when you guys do have sex and a Twenty One Pilots song comes on
-him getting all embarrassed and you laughing(omg just imagine😂)
-you guys being really loud
-getting noise complaints from Tyler or other people when you have sex in hotels
-I feel like you guys would listen to like Bruno Mars or something(😂lol)
-when you finish you would fall asleep first
-sleeping naked that night
-falling asleep on his chest
-when you both wake up the morning after your both incredibly happy
AN: Hey guys! I hope this is what the anon wanted! Sorry if it’s not that good. This is probably the only smut I will ever write. For some reason I just don’t like writing smut, I can read it but I don’t like writing it. Lol. Hope you like it anyway! Thanks for requesting💜Next up is: the pregnant request.
//Saw a gif/video of a little girl holding a crying kitten, and the momma cat comes to take it away. Reminds me a little of how Ashen/Imra would react if any stranger tried to hold their kid. Though they’d be far more aggressive about it.