#chaoticscribblings

Set after Just Say It

Flipping off every other driver, and a cigarette dangling between her fingers, she drove her G-Wagen to the parking garage closest to NYADA. 

She stopped by her office first to drop off her bag and collect her music and cane. She twirled the latter through the halls, soaking up the fear from the students and faculty parting like the red sea for her. 

“Prances on the spot. Go!” she said with a clap, swaggering into studio. She noted who moved quickly and who was slower to follow her instructions, then turned on the music. She drilled the same speech into the freshmens’ heads every year. “Welcome to NYADA. This is Dance 101. My name is Cassandra July, and if you are not suffering from severe body dysmorphia, then you don’t want it enough!”

She moved between her students on the lookout for mistakes, standouts and duds. Her hawk eyes saw everything. “There’s maybe two of you”—she held up two fingers—“who are good enough to make it. For the rest of you, thank you for paying my rent on my loft in SoHo.”

Oh, perhaps it’s the trickery of my solemn mind

I feel caged, constricted, and left behind,

For my soul burns with bruises of a thousand whiplashes

My skin burning with the bruises of cigarettes and matches,

The ashy feel of the fag  isolates my mind once more,

I try to sing, but my throat hurts, probably sore,

My eyes water from the smoke, or was it my guilty conscience,

That made me break down, tormenting it with a fervor, completely incautious

I weep for what I’ve lost, and glare daggers at the fag in my hands,

For it was the destruction of my body,

But also, is the reason behind where my whole horrid personality stands.

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Judy, Maribel, and Susan sat around the kitchen table having their usual weekend chat. However, this weekend things were slightly different. Judy was in a panic about upcoming events, birthday events. “We have to tell them, Judy, we’ve kept this from them long enough.” Maribel watched as Judy’s head shot up from the table. She had been facedown and mumbling about something neither Maribel and Susan could make out.

“No, no, no, how do we start that conversation?” Judy was about to have one of her panic attacks. Susan’s hand ran along her back for comfort. “Things are already strained between, Quinnie and I. This is going to make everything worse.” Quinn’s eighteenth birthday was coming up in just a few days. Normally being eighteen was something to celebrate but for Judy, it was a reminder.

“We sit them down and be honest with them. I suggest we do this together, you said she was already showing signs?”

“She’s been hearing my thoughts, why do you think I’ve been hiding here?”

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Maribel smiled comfortingly.

“She mentioned my black book, I’ve never mentioned it out loud.” Susan and Maribel groaned, “Yes, exactly, you still have it?”

Even after her own revelation about her sexual identity, Alex had kept her thoughts on the way Kara continued to be oblivious to just how deep her feelings for the Genius CEO truly ran.

But now, no more. She was done standing on the sidelines. It was bad enough when Kara had been the only one she knew was denying her feelings, but now that Lena was too? No. She wasn’t going to spend the rest of her life watching these two idiots pine over each other and do nothing about it!

She’d thought about going to Kara first. They were sisters and she had so many moments from the many, many conversations she and Kara had had about Lena over then years that would, hopefully, make Kara see the truth. Or at least start her looking for it. 

But even if she did, even is Kara have that ‘Ah-hah’ moment where all the pieces of the puzzle clicked together, she knew that getting Kara to act on her feelings would be next to impossible.

So she’d start with Lena instead. At worst, it would be a complete failure and Kara would hear about it from either Lena or herself, and that would put her on Kara’s bad side for a few days, and even that outcome had the upside of putting the thought into Kara’s head. 

A best, Lena would do what Kara never would and make the first move. Alex was positive that if Lena confessed her feelings, Kara would accept her own. That it was only the thought of loosing Lena that was holding her sister’s subconscious from making the blatantly obvious connection.

Squaring her shoulders, Alex sucked in a deep breath, blew it out, then pushed the door to Lena’s office open. 

“We have to talk.”

From here

Sexual tension sentence starters

“Of course I-” Rachel turned away from her mirror where she’d been inspecting her hair and her voice caught in her throat at the sight waiting for her. It was only for a moment--the show must go on was ingrained in her too much for her to drop a line completely--but there was a noticeable gap dividing her reply, however small.

“-would be happy to.”

It wasn’t Quinn’s bare back that stunned her. Alright, it wasn’t just Quinn’s bare back; Rachel had seen it a few times during quick changes and she’s always looked that bit longer than she needed too, but who wouldn’t when presented with perfection. But the last time she’d seen it it hadn’t been quite so... colourful.

Rachel realized she still hadn’t moved from her spot. She also realized she wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there. Guiltily clearing her throat, Rachel double timed it across the room to comply with Quinn’s request, but that put her closer to the source of her distraction, and up close it was even more distracting.

The urge to touch it, to trace the lines sunk into Quinn’s skin in shades of blue and black and pink and purple was strong enough to make Rachel’s fingers twitch.

Time continued to march on and She still had yet to take hold of the zipper, not trusting her fingers to stop there.

Rachel wet her lips. She should say something, right? Not saying anything would stand out more, wouldn’t it? And it wasn’t like she could pretend she hadn’t seen it. Not when it covered so much of Quinn’s smooth, flawless skin.