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Thanks @evilqueens for tagging me. And now I’m actually doing it...months later.

Top 3 RPDR winners

That was a tough one. I wanted to add Bob soooo bad. But the heart wants what it wants. 

A lipsync that you think was called the wrong way

Any lipsync Jinx participated in.  #shade 

Your favorite drag race meme

A close runner up...

A song you would love to see be lipsynced

Its a travesty they can’t get Beyonce to release her catalog... 

Your favorite untucked moment

Also... 

 Time out, hold up. Hold up, sweetheart. Let's get it together before you wanna read. I don't have a sugar daddy, sweetheart. Everything that I've had, I've worked for, and I worked for to get and I built myself. So i need you to know that 100%. I don't have a sugar daddy, I've never had a sugar daddy. If I wanted a sugar daddy, yes, I probably can go out and get one, because I AM WHAT? SICKENING. You could never have a sugar daddy because you are NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL. Baby, everything I've had I worked for, and I've gotten myself. I built myself from the ground up, FUCKING BITCH!  

A queen you think is underrated in the fandom

OMG. Fucking Trinity K Bonet. 

Your favorite guest judge

I want to say Gaga, but no. Dita Von Teese

A queen you didn’t originally like but have grown to enjoy

Roxy really grew on me, man. She really did. 

Your favorite miss congeniality

Oh dear... BenDeLaCreme

Your favorite lipsync of all time

Alyssa vs Coco!!!!! Legendary! 

📏 How tall are you

5′6

🔑 Key to your heart

Passionate people <3

🌼 Fave flower

Tulips and peonies 

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

My ethics husband!!!! <3<3<3

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

The Four Seasons by Vivaldi, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepson, the Hamilton & Moana soundtracks

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep — where they’re not supposed to

The university library! It’s his happy place, of course he’s gonna get so relaxed he falls asleep!

the game they’d destroy everyone else at

Bananagrams!

the emoticon they’d use most often

:)

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

He becomes a Sass MASTER. Do not cross him when he’s tired, he will roast you like a marshmallow (Eleanor loves it, but no one else sees it coming)

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

T E A

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

He curls up with with a book (usually Kant) and tea

what they wanted to be when they grew up

I feel like he went through a phase where he wanted to be an astronaut, but he knew pretty early on that he wanted to teach

their favorite kind of weather

Summer going into fall, when it’s warm but comfortable and the leaves are changing! He loves the colors, my precious nerd

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

He can sing along with songs but it’s mostly talking, he cannot hold a note to save his life

how/what they like to draw or doodle

He’s a pretty good artist, so he does cute little sketches of whatever he’s thinking about or whoever’s in front of him

hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

set in 4B.

His left hand holds her in place as theother skims across her waist, slowly tugging on the blouse she’d just minutesago tucked into her skirt.

They shouldn’t be doing this.

This is more than kissing, more than just sex. Eachpress of his lips is a silent declaration of love he can’t take back, a newscar marring her already bruised heart. But when calloused fingertips makecontact with her bare skin, still flush and warm from their earlier activities,she finds him impossible to resist—finds she doesn’t want to resist. He is everything she wants right now, everythingshe needs, his mouth pliant against her own, his chest scant centimetres from hers, heatbuilding anew between their bodies. She gasps and shivers as his thumb traces soft circles at the small of her back, the cool air of the vault sweeping under hershirt.

This still just counts as the first time, he’d said.No need for remorse, no need for guilt. He was—is—hers. Let their sins be condemned;their taste is ever so sweet.