#faultyoptimism

❛   𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘎𝘌   attention  span  these  days  is  next  to  nothing.   that’s  why  it’s   important   to  know  what  keeps  others  entertained  ,   at  that  point  you  can  get  away  with   anything.   ❜

@gdvas said :  ❛   i’m  not   jealous,   just   curious.   ❜ ( liv )

SOMETHING ABOUT HER TONE  made jen think that was entirely true.   she knew what a jealous liv looked like after all.   she’d been so happy to see her when she’d showed up at her door the blonde had simply thrown her arms around the other woman,   holding her close and forgetting just for a moment that judy was standing behind her.   she’d quickly rectified it,  taking the hand of each woman in one of her own as she introduced them.   it was an odd moment.   the two people she loved most in the world besides her boys meeting each other.  she tried to take the centre and get rid of some of the tension and awkwardness to reasonable success,   they’d all had a drink together,   shared a few laughs but ultimately they’d all claimed to be  ‘ tired ’  a lot earlier than jen and judy would usually head off for the night,   none totally sure how to deal with the surprise meeting. 

judy had gone off to what was now her studio and jen had taken liv up to her bed,   for lack of a spare room of course,   but she’d been expecting the question from the moment she’d grabbed judy’s hand.   liv knew her better than anyone,   her only rival on that being judy herself perhaps.   and she knew just from watching what jen wasn’t saying,   what she hadn’t even confessed to judy yet.  there were feelings there.   a lot more intense than friendship.   “   i don’t know..   it’s complicated.   judy is   --  ”  she wouldn’t say she was her best friend,   not to liv,   it felt too much like a disrespect.   “   she’s important to me.   she’s sweet and she’s kind and a little fucking weird.   did you like her ?   you had to like her she’s like a fucking angel on earth. ”  

“if  i  say  THIS  ISN’T  WHAT  IT  LOOKS  LIKE,  will  it  make  me  look  more  or  less  suspicious?”  she’s  only  got  her  backpack  overturned  and  emptied  out  on  the  pavement,  only  rummaging  through  her  belonging  like  a  rabid  animal.  no  biggie.  not  weird  at  all.

@faultyoptimism​ said: " good god... "

THERE’S LACE. SO, SO much lace. But even more prominent is Diana’s olive skin, contrasted against the black lace that hangs scarcely from her figure. Some might say she breathes to life the image of Venus, but she’s also so very beautiful in her own right, with the rosy apple of her cheeks and the lush curve of her lips. It’s the smile, though, that shines the brightest when Judy looks at her. If Diana is a star, then Judy is the entire night sky, and by the gods, Diana never has witnessed anything quite as extraordinary as Judy’s smile. And that look on her face right now? That look that’s split between desire and appreciation? Diana wants to bottle it up and keep it forever, or kiss it until the smile widens. Either would be a damn right honor. 

        She’s overdressed. She knows she’s overdressed from the looks she’s receiving from the passersbys trickling in and out of the retirement home. Perhaps it’s the prominent bouquet of sunflowers cradled in her arms that clearly surpass the size of her own head. But don’t think she didn’t consider the idea of a balloon or two because her anxiety was high enough to spend half an hour contemplating it. No, it’s her entire ensemble. It’s her lipstick that was too red, her curls that were too tight, her dress that was too short despite the dark stocking beneath. It was the Chanel shoes and Tiffany earrings. It was her determination to succeed seeing as how failing was not on the Alana Bloom itinerary. It was ultimately her over-compensation for the rotted floorboards and peeled wallpaper inside of her mind palace. 

THE AUTHOR AKA GIN.      i follow you because you have such a fun, wide range of muses and i can't wait to write with some of them !     @faultyoptimism​