Hey hey, thanks for playing!
send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)
So I never got very far on this one, but I still like it, and I’m hoping I get to use it somewhere someday:
When Bitty was done, he looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands. His hair was something wild, and his skin still a little flushed from his face to his chest. Bitty leaned in, staring harder at his face, using his fingers to gently pull down his lower lids so he could see the whites of his eyes.
For the most part, he looked the same. It might’ve been silly, but he had somehow expected to look different. Feel different. Like he could finally walk around and people would be able to tell he had punched the last hole on his Gay Card.