Kat is a babey :)
Quick @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts is asleep
Everyone REBLOG this and say “Kat is a brat”
Kat is a Babey :)
It’s not bullying her she’s just unlucky. :P
then i will fight the discord slot machine but you need to stop gambling
BUT AVA THE DISCORD SLOT MACHINES BULLYING ME :(
The juxtaposition of the fight emoticon with your “friend :)” tag is truly astounding dear.
me 🤝 also me
gambling because i want to win this fucking slots game
Only gambling during their religions/ethnicities’ winter holidays
You got me there lol
A story told in supreme
Me 🤝 Lija
Trying to stop Riri from devoloping a gambling addiction
Summary: Kitty and Anna have a hobby and Jane is not happy.
It wasn’t like they didn’t expect this to happen eventually. They’d been sneaking around for a few months, or well, Kitty had been sneaking and Anna had been lying by omission. When Anna decided she wanted to take up MMA as a hobby, no one had an objection. She was physically strong, hearty, and she could take a hit. The queens didn’t want Anna to get hurt, of course, but they knew she could handle herself. Anna gave as good as she got in a fight.
Kitty was another matter entirely. It was difficult for her to stand up for herself and, to her frustration, the other queens felt an inherent need to protect her. She didn’t want that, didn’t want to be coddled and wrapped up in bubble wrap and treated like she was some innocent fragile thing. In her past life, she had broken and bent and still persisted. It was almost offensive to her that her strength was underestimated the way it was. If she didn’t know it was out of love, Kitty was sure she would be furious at every time another queen shouted over her in an effort to defend her, sure that Kitty couldn’t do it herself.
That was why Kitty found herself at Anna’s door one day when she was about to go train. She knocked, having to force herself to not do it as timidly as she normally would have. If Kitty wanted to prove to Anna that she could handle herself, she needed to at least act confident. Her chest puffed out, shoulder back, arms down at her sides, Kitty asked Anna if she could join her.
Anna said no.
She said no the first four times Kitty asked. But, Kitty wasn’t giving up that easily. She needed this, needed the feeling of knowing that she could protect herself. And that’s how she phrased it a fifth time, with all the desperation that burned in her soul. And Anna relented.
That had been months ago and the two trained together as often as the possibly could. Kitty still couldn’t beat Anna in a fight, but she got in enough hits to feel the rush in her veins of personal victory. With reluctant approval from Anna, Kitty started participating in the amateur fights that the gym they went to had.
Right foot back, left foot forward. Pivot, right, duck, push. Sweat dripping down her back and onto the padded mat below her. Clenching her fists and feeling the tightly wrapped gloves on her hands that kept her knuckles from splitting. A punch at her sternum, her kick to her opponent’s leg. Her back hitting the floor swiftly and her scrambling up just as fast. It was adrenaline to the nth degree and Kitty drank it in like it was her lifeblood. Blood, in fact, was actually dripping down from her opponent’s face from where she had gotten a solid hit on her nose. A surrender came and Kitty found her arm being lifted up by the ref, a sign that she was the winner of her final fight of the night.
She shook her foe’s hand and hopped out of the ring, grabbing her water bottle and chugging it. Anna approached her with a big smile and wrapped her into a hug. Kitty giggled a bit and gratefully melted into the embrace.
“That was amazing Mein Schatz! You’re so fast in there, I could barely keep up!” Anna exclaimed. Kitty blushed at the praise, though it was indistinguishable that the red that painted her face from exertion. She rested her forehead against Anna’s, headbutting her lightly, and took a second to catch her breath. It was then that she noticed the massive pain that was blooming up her side.
“Shit!” she winced back. Kitty lifted up her shirt to get a better look and cringed at the massive bruise that was blooming up her side. It, of course, wasn’t the first time she had gotten banged up while fighting, but most of the time it could be covered by her costume or obscured by fishnets and sheer sleeves. Kitty made a concerted effort to avoid taking hits on the parts of her chest that would be exposed or ones on her face that couldn’t easily be covered by makeup. This bruise ran down her whole torso, from the bottom of her ribs to her hip, and sent throbbing hurt through her body. She wasn’t going to be able to go on, both from the pain of it that she knew would take a coupled days to heal, getting worse before it got better, and from the fact that the strip of midriff her costume showed would definitely show off the bruise.
Anna looked at the bruise wide-eyed for a second in shock. Then, she bent over double in amusement.
“Oh my god! Jane is gonna kill me!” she said through laughter. “Let’s get you home and ice that. We’ll say our goodbyes before I get murdered!”
Kitty chuckled nervously. She tried to take a step but winced when her foot coming down stretched her sternum. Anna stopped laughing and stared at her with concern.
“What do you need me to do Mein Schatz?” she asked gently. Kitty sighed, wrapping an arm around herself.
“Carry me to the car?”
Needless to say, it was extremely suspicious when the two of them showed up at home with Kitty held in Anna’s arms, still covered in sweat and wearing the clothes she had been fighting in that were dotted with blood.
Jane shrieked a bit and ran over to them, already fussing.
“Are you hurt? What happened? Are you bleeding? Why is there blood, Anna? Why are you holding your side?” she didn’t even stop for breath. Anna and Kitty gave each other a long look before Anna set her gently down on to the floor, though Kitty continued to keep an arm around her waist for support. Slowly, Kitty lifted up the side of her shirt to show off the massive bruise, noting that it looked much worse than it had half an hour ago.
Jane gasped loudly, tears springing to her eyes. Kitty felt guilt well up in her, cold and heavy, as she saw how worried the woman was.
“Do we need to call the police?” Jane practically screeched. By now the others had all gathered around them too and Kitty felt suffocated. She pressed herself into Anna before answering.
“No, no! I just-” she looked to Anna for support and the softly reassuring smile she got in return propelled her forward, “I’ve been doing MMA with Anna these past few months. This is from a fight tonight. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten hurt, but its the first time it was this bad,”
A cacophony of voices flooded her ears and she almost lost her grip on Anna as she rushed to block them out.
“You’ve gotten hurt before!?”
“Anna, you let her fight?!?”
“I swear to god, Anna if you enabled Kitty in this I will kill you!”
“Stop!” Anna shouted. The room went silent, rare as it was to hear Anna raise her voice. Kitty whimpered from her place pressed into Anna’s side. “Kitty is an adult, okay? If she wants to fight in a controlled space with people who aren’t trying to seriously hurt each other, then that’s her choice. And it’s my choice to support her in any way she needs me to. This sort of freak out is exactly why we didn’t say anything. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to go help her ice this and you all can squabble like bloody geese”
With that, Anna swooped Kitty back into her arms and carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. She helped prop Kitty up on her pillows and left to grab painkillers and ice. While she was gone, Kitty stared up at the ceiling. She wondered if Jane would ever let her fight again, if she would ever feel that thrill of knowing that she wasn’t helpless.
When the door opened again, she expected to see Anna, but instead, Jane crept in with an ice pack and sat down on the bed next to her. She started to speak and then stopped, sighing heavily. They sat together in silence, Kitty shifting to find a position where the ice pack laid comfortably on her torso.
“Oh, Kitten, what am I going to do with you?” Jane asked, shaking her head in amusement. Kitty shrugged, curling up the corners of her mouth.
“Guess you’ll just have to love me,” she joked. Jane moved to lay down next to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I’m always going to worry about you. I worry about all of us, but you most of all. I never want you to get hurt again, Kitten. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy,”
“I am happy when I’m fighting. And Anna does a great job keeping me safe,” Kitty assured.
“And you’re keeping yourself safe too right?”
Jane let out a deep breath and wrapped Kitty up into a hug that the younger queen would have leaned into if not for the shooting ache on her stomach.
“Then it makes me happy too,” Jane relented.
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I am so disappointed in Kala right now for advertising this dangerous pseudoscience company to an audience composed of mostly girls aged 13-19.
Really, the healing power of psychedelics? From the same company that advertised putting jade (extremely porous) in unspeakable places? The same company that lets you charge up healing crystals with moon beams so you don’t have to get vaccinated? The company that’s understanding of pH is so messed up that a sixth grader could see something is fishy?
I’m so upset that she would send out this frankly dangerous message to her fans.
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TILL THE WALLS DID CRUMBLE AND FALL
Summary: For my dear Maria @qualquercoisa945 , you asked for a Kitty snaps fanfic and I’m here to provide it! It’s trash but enjoy!
TW- Mentions of groping and past bad experiences with men, cat calling (sort of?), cursing.
Jane knew something was wrong during Katherine’s song. She usually told her story as if she was really going through it and doesn’t get how bad it had gotten, her childhood innocence shining through.Yet something had happened that night which Jane assumed was the trigger too letting out Kitty’s rage before her song a guy whistled in a provocative way. Katherine begun her song in a super sarcastic way, in a way Jane had never seen before, she sounded angry with every note she sung.
As the climax of her song arrived and the Queens hovered their hands over Katherine she threw them back, nearly hitting Anne on the face with her microphone, it left the other Queens stunned, something was very wrong.
“The only thing you wanna do is-“Jane shared a look of concern with Parr as they noticed the tears streaming down Katherine’s face and the lights going out. A solid 10 seconds of silence passed as the only thing you could hear was the girls heavy breathing and occasional sob ,nevertheless the crowd went wild with applause. The rest of the show went by pretty normal, the crowd was on fire, but the other Six Queens all kept giving worried glances at the fifth Queen, whom didn’t seem to notice.
- - -
Anne headed out with her cousin, she had preferred to skip stagedoor and the second Queen didn’t want to leave her cousin alone. Of course, Anne was perfectly aware of how bitter her cousins song had been that day, how full of sarcasm and anger for what had happened consequently she kept an close eye as they waved bye to the fans and rushed out to their car, whom was parked around the corner.
“Babe, after a song like that you don’t sign my program?”Anne looked back, seeing a young guy clearly motioning to her cousin he was a few meters behind them, it took all of Anne’s self control not to punch the guy, in the end she ended up wrapping an arm protectively around her cousin, using the other to give him the two fingers in the rude way.
Anne opened the door to her car, giving one quick look at her cousin whose mind was somewhere else, she was biting her lip and fidgeting with her hands nervously.
“Kitty, are you okay?” Anne asked as her cousin climbed in the car, sitting on the passengers seat.
“I’m fine, Anne” Katherine pulled the door and closed it forcefully, leaving Anne stunned at the sudden outburst and tone of her baby cousin something was very wrong with her baby cousin.
- - -
Jane and the others got home just ten minutes after Anne and Kitty. As they rest their coasts on the hanger near the door, they were startled with a loud bang of the door coming from the top floor, and soon footsteps came running down.
Anne rushed downstairs, nearly falling along the way , startled by what had happened. Katherine had yelled at her before closing the door to her room, she gave a pleading look at the other four Queens, exausperated by the situation.
“Anne, what happened?”
Jane didn’t hear more, she raced upstairs, stopping by her daughters room, she knew the girl was one to bottle up anger till it exploded, this had only happened once- the first time she confessed what had happened in the previous life.
“Kitty, my love?”
She knew Katherine’s tendency to isolate herself in moments of grief, Jane didn’t know what had caused the girls outburst but she was concerned, it took a lot for the girl to release all her emotions, how long had she been bottling this up for?
“I’m coming in” Jane opened the door, coming in to see Katherine on the floor by her bed clutching a pillow on her knees, Janes heart fell to the floor.
“My dear, tell me what happened”
“I’m so done with them” She mumbled onto her knees barely audible,this left Jane stunned whom did she mean by them?
“MEN” Katherine yelled rising up to her feet throwing the pillow she was clutching across her room, hitting a stack of books on her desk which all fell down, half scaring Jane with the sudden outburst.
“THEY ONLY WANT ONE FUCKING THING AND SEEM TO ONLY SEE ME FOR ONE FUCKING THING” Angry tears she had been keeping in for far too long began coming out , the incident tonight at the show had been the final straw “I CANT BE IN A BAR AND NOT HAVE GROSS MEN GROPING ME” A heartbreaking sob came out of her mouth which was followed by her breaking into convulsive sobs.
“CANT MEN kEEP IT IN THEIR FUCKING PANTS WHY DO THEY FEEL THE NEED TO OBJECTIFY WOMEN”
Jane had never seen Katherine this angry, in fact she wasn’t quite certain on what to do, she just wanted to hold her close and tell her it won’t happen again, but she knows she won’t be able to keep her promise.
“WHEN WILL ENOUGH BE ENOUGH?” This was the final straw for Jane, she just decided to embrace Kitty in her arms, as she felt the girl dry and convulsive sob on her shoulder, as she let it all out.
“Why can’t I have a break, Jane?Am I asking for too much?” Jane pulled Katherine’s face from her shoulder, so she could gaze into her tear filled eyes and reddened cheeks, streaks of mascara were running down them.
“My dear, men are like that sometimes, no matter what century we are, most often they think with what’s down there” Jane caressed Katherine’s cheek with her thumb “C’mom sit”
Jane pulled Katherine to sit on her bed, the girl moved to lay her head on Jane’s lap, this one stroked the other girls hair as she cried softly.
“I’m just so done with it, Jane, this week it happened an incident like this at least once everyday, and i-“ Katherine sobbed once again as Jane continued to stroke the others hair attempting to bring some comfort,
“Too much?” She felt Katherine move her head up and down, still weeping and sobbing loudly.
“I know, my sweet” Jane kept holding the girl tight.She felt an enormous pity for the girl, in their past life, she had been only used for her body ever since she was just a child, never knowing any other reality ,and with such a tragic fate at just 18, but then coming back to life and realizing that men are in so many situations the same, sometimes only using women for their bodies. There are exceptions, of course, but Katherine was unfortunate, her bad experiences outweighed the positive ones, and with this Jane can’t help but pity the girl and wished she could do something to protect her,
After a few minutes of holding the girl, whom had gotten silent, not wanting to answer Jane’s questions, she heard the softest of snores , noticing that Kitty had cried herself to sleep on Jane’s lap. She carefully laid the girl down on her bed, so she could get the much needed rest,she pressed a kiss on the other girls forehead,
“I love you I’m always here Katherine” She begins to leave her bedside table, turning on the small lamp that always stayed on on her desk, before she heard the softest of voices.
Why thank you! I do try! <3
Summary: Kitty finds her people.
It had been very difficult for them all to get friendly with people outside of the queens when they first came back. Eventually, they felt around for where they fit in different circles and found footing with modern people. All, it seemed, except for Kitty who barely spoke to anyone besides her fellow queens, let alone make friends. It was hard to trust anyone when she couldn’t know if they were just using her.
Then, she met Ben. She had been sitting in a crowded coffee shop, typing away at some song lyrics and entirely engulfed in her work. Then, a voice caught her attention by clearing its throat. When she looked up and saw a stocky man around 50 Kitty became nervous for a second. The man sent her a smile that seemed soft and kind, but Kitty knew better than to fall for kindness.
“Can I sit here? There’s no empty table left, I’m sorry,” he asked. His voice was a low timbre with a warm brass tone to it. Kitty gave him a small smile and gestured to the seat across from her. She felt fear cling to her heart when he slid down and pulled out a laptop. “What’s your name?”
Logically, she knew he was just being congenial, but she worried about how far this conversation would go.
“I’m- um, I’m Katherine,” she replied. Kitty was hers and her family’s, she wasn’t going to give that name to a stranger. The man provided a name of his own, Ben. That’s when Kitty noticed the ring on his finger. She flinched a bit, not having the best track record when it came to marriage when hers (both of hers? Did Francis count?) had ended in disaster. Ben seemed to notice her staring and began playing with his ring.
“You like it? My husband and I got married the second it was legal y’know? Only had to wait thirty years. My mum tried about a million times to turn me onto women but it never quite stuck” Now Ben sounded nervous as he joked. Kitty knew what she looked like to him, a conventionally attractive young woman with bright pink hair and nails, femme to a tea. She chuckled a bit at the thought that this man was under the impression that she was straight. At the same time, her fears relaxed now that she knew he wasn’t a threat.
“I’m glad that you get to be married to him now,” she assured. To be honest, Kitty felt very excited. She had never actually met an older LGBT person before! Sure, she had Anne and Parr around, but it felt a bit awkward to talk to them about this sort of stuff when they had found themselves through each other. Bucking up her courage she said as much, “I don’t really get to talk to that many other gay people who aren’t family and there’s only so much I can tell them,”
Ben relaxed significantly and she felt excited curiosity rise in her as he rumaged around in his bag for a second.
“How old are you, Katherine?”
“Oh, I’m 18!” she answered. He shot up with an exclamation and Kitty could see neon papers in his hand streaked with rainbows.
“That’s perfect! I run this LGBT teen group, 13-19, it’s every Monday night down at the community center. You’re welcome to come if you want to meet some other teens like you. This Monday we’re doing an open mic, you can either come to perform or you can just watch and mingle,” Ben rambled off. Kitty’s heart swelled and she practically buzzed from joy. She felt her cheeks stretch with how wide her smile was.
“I’ll be there! Can I bring a ukulele?”
And that was the start of Kitty’s Monday night plans. She didn’t tell the others where she was going. It honestly felt a bit childish that she was spending so much time with a youth group full of secondary school students when the other’s were finding friends through church or volunteering or other places where no one Kitty’s age would actually hang out. Kitty never felt more normal then when she was shoveling a ridiculous amount of sugar in her mouth surrounded by other teenagers who were working through the same stuff she was. Kitty couldn’t remember ever laughing so hard as when she was joking around there. She couldn’t imagine saying the kind of things she said at the youth group in her home. It’s not like any of the queens wanted to have a ten-minute conversation with Kitty on the merits of Keira Knightly in Pirates of the Caribbean.
Ben had proved to be an amazing friend too! She felt like she could confide in him about any struggles she was having. He had revealed to her that he was a therapist and in fact, it was at his recommendation that Kitty started seeing one of his colleagues on a weekly basis. Kitty had started to hang out with people she met there, including Ben, even outside of the group. One or two had even come to see the show!
Something suspicious was going on with Kitty the past couple of months and Anne was going to get to the bottom of it. The girl had been giggly, excited, and overall her bubbly personality was turned up to 15. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her cousin to be happy, quite the opposite of that really. It was just that she felt very protective over her and Kitty refused to tell her who was that she was texting with that smile on her face. Every time she laughed at something and waved Anne off, insisting that it was nothing she would find funny, Anne felt her suspicion grow.
“I’m going out!” Kitty shouted exuberantly from the front door one evening. Anne perked her head up from the couch and looked the teen once over. She was dressed casually enough and weather appropriate at that. Her backpack was slung over her back, proudly displaying a menagerie of colorful pins. It didn’t look like she was doing anything suspicious.
“Alright, don’t stay out too late though!” Anne called back. She waited a good five minutes before grabbing her skateboard and heading out, hot on Kitty’s trail while maintaining a decent distance. She could imagine spy music playing in her head while she crept around corners and hid to avoid being seen. Anne got her hit as she saw Kitty stop at an ice cream parlor and greet a man inside. Instantly, Anne was sizing up his threat level. An older man, salt and pepper hair and beard, clearly worked out, dressed about as casually as Kitty was.
From where she was at she didn’t know what they were saying, but they seemed friendly enough. Kitty was even allowing the man to touch her, hugging him in greeting and playfully swatting him while they spoke. Anne had never seen her cousin so comfortable around a man in the year they had been back. It all looked… fine she guessed. Then, Kitty placed a gentle kiss on the man’s cheek as a goodbye and something in Anne snapped.
She refused to let her cousin be manipulated by a man like this again. He was so much older than her! Kitty could have been his daughter! What the hell was Kitty thinking? She skated home as quickly as possible, rushing to inform the other queens of what she had seen. The others shared her concern, all of them went out of their way to keep Kitty safe. Anne loved the girl but she could be… naive sometimes.
When Kitty walked through the door she was immediately bombarded by all of their questions. Anne pushed her way to the front of the group.
“Who the hell was that man you were with? I thought you knew better than this Kitty!” she shouted. Kitty’s face switched from anxious confusion to anger then to amusement as she took the statement in. Anne felt her own confusion rise as Kitty doubled over in raucous laughter.
“Oh my god! Ben? He’s gay, Anne! I’m gay! Why the hell were you even watching us?”
Anne blushed bright red. Shit.
“Oh, um. Sorry, I guess. Where’ve you been going every Monday then?” Kitty laughed again at the question.
“I’ve been going to a group for LGBT teens that Ben hosts. I didn’t want you all to know because I was worried you would think I was ditching you,” Kitty mumbled a bit under her breath. Anne relaxed substantially and her confusion became joy. She wrapped Kitty up into a nice tight hug.
“Aw! My baby cousin’s making friends!” she cooed out mockingly, earning a slap on the arm.
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Chapter 3: I really didn’t mean for this to get as dark as it did. It will get better I swear. Just not right now.
TW: Child Abuse, Sexual Harassment, Homophobia, Blood, Vomit
In her first week working with Mr. Deherem, nothing much happened. He seemed nice enough she supposed. He hadn’t touched her yet, which was at least an improvement from Mr. Mannox. Then, over the course of a few weeks, he got friendlier. And as he got friendlier he got closer.
She hadn’t seen Anna in a bit, but she was too overcome with the growing sense of dread that came each time she spent time with Mr. Deherem to care much.
Kat woke up on a Sunday morning with a pit settling in her stomach. Her grandmother dragged her to church every week and, while Kat could normally grin and bear it, Mr. Deherem had been invited to come with them today. She hadn’t seen him at church since he’d been fired by Miss Seymour next door, but of course, when Kat wanted to skip church her grandmother saw it as a sin, but when Mr. Deherem did it it was the man’s right.
She went through her morning chores and ate a quick breakfast, knowing that her grandmother wouldn’t let her eat after church. Her church dress, one of only a couple dresses she owned, was some ugly floral number reaching her ankles that she was sure had belonged to her grandmother at some point.
Sliding into the pew, she felt a hand move onto her thigh. Mr. Deherem’s hand that is. It rose up on her leg, all too close to a place that she never wanted it to be. She searched her grandmother’s face for help, but the woman was actively ignoring her. Fear welled up, familiar anxiety. Kat knew her place in this situation. The antelope in the lion’s mouth, the deer ripped to shreds by the wolf’s teeth, The last few weeks had been colored with that same feeling.
My my, she thought as he looked over her shoulder and straight at her chest, what big eyes you have.
My my, she thought as he grinned ferally at her each time she bent to pick up a file, what big teeth you have.
My my, she thought as he looked everywhere but her eyes as she spoke, what big ears you have.
It was some relief, she supposed, when Father Thomas began to speak. At the very least, when Mr. Deherem turned to pay attention his hand slid from her upper thigh to her knee. It wasn’t great, but it was something. When his grip became a vice, Kat accepted that this wasn’t something she was getting out of.
She zoned out until the homily began, it’s not like she actually believed any of it, but if she didn’t pay attention to the sermon she wouldn’t know what kind of behaviors to avoid for the next week. Her grandmother had never been forgiving when it came to religion, bending her unrelenting faith into a tool to bludgeon Kat with when she disobeyed. Her eyes remained straight ahead, not wanting to see the glances that were inevitably being sent her way. She was Edmund the alcoholic deadbeat’s Howard’s daughter
“Friends, our community is under attack. That attack? Homosexuality. It is turning our daughters into men and our sons into women! The devil lives in each of their corrupted souls!”
If Kat could get tenser then she definitely did. Anxiety wrapped around her stomach and squeezed harshly as her breakfast threatened to come back up. It was all too familiar. Kat had never felt shame for loving women and she had known since she was 11 that it was girls alone that caught her interest. Her grandmother, however, thought differently.
“Grandma! I think I’ve got a crush!” Kat shouted as she hopped into the house. She had only just been allowed to go into town for school and today she had met the most pretty girl she had ever seen! She nearly fell over as she slid into the main house.
“That’s nice sugar. What’s his name?” Her grandma asked from the kitchen table. Then, with a pointed look at her feet, “And why, pray tell, do you have your shoes on in my home?”
Kat blushed under the scolding and quickly pitter-pattered back to the mudroom to kick her shoes off and come back before her grandma’s attention on her could wane. She always did that and it always made Kat so sad when the woman would trail off and send her out of the room. Luckily, her grandma was waiting for her to come back. She had even poured a glass of juice for her!
Pulling herself on the chair, Kat nearly fell as her excitement made her clumsy. Her grandma chuckled tersely while she stumbled, surely wishing that she as more ladylike. Kat found her hands being grabbed to help her up gently.
“Okay now sugar, tell me about this crush,” Kat took a deep breath before beginning.
“Her name is Sarah and she’s really pretty and she said she liked my horse drawing!” she let out in one large statement without stopping for breath. Kat smiled widely, remembering her earlier interaction. Then, her grandmother pulled her hands away harshly, one falling onto the table with a thump and the other going to her cheek.
“Sarah? She’s a girl” her voice was cold and edged with a warning. Kat tilted her head. Of course, Sarah was a girl. “Girls don’t have crushes on girls Katherine. I want to make that very clear”
“But, Sarah’s really pretty and I wanna kiss her! That’s what a crush is right?”
Smack. Flesh on flesh. The force brought Kat off of the chair and to the ground where her skull slammed against the old tile. Blood gushed from her nose as a loud crack resounded. Years later, Kat could still see the square that had to be replaced after her grandma couldn’t quite get the stains off. Before she could react to the overwhelming pain and fear, her small shaking body was pulled up by her shoulders and she was made to look her grandmother in the eye.
“I will not have you being a homosexual in my home. Do you understand me, girl?”
Kat whimpered. Her nose really hurt and all she wanted was the pain to stop. She couldn’t answer as she gagged on the metallic taste that ran down her throat. A cruel hand came out and shoved an open palm against her face. The shock from the pain made Kat let out a screaming sob. The edges of her vision went black and she fell to her knees crying. The fire of fear burned through her body as she shook.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she managed to whimper out. The act of speaking sent another throb of pain through her nose and her stomach bottomed out. Kat couldn’t stop the vomit that rose up out of her throat and on to the floor, panic coursing through her when she saw it tinged red.
Kat came back to herself when the sermon ended, reaching a hand up to touch her nose gently. There was the smallest bump, imperceptible if you didn’t know it was there, a remnant of that broken nose. She braved a look around the church and, surprisingly, didn’t find the usual judgemental stares. No, all of those hawk-eyed piercing looks were focused on a newcomer. Someone who they had never seen at church before.
It was Anna, sitting on the same pew as Miss Aragon and Miss Seymour. She shot a reassuring smile the girl’s way and received a nearly blinding one in return.
Yeah, liking girls was totally worth it.
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During Courtney’s live a couple of hours ago, Danielle said that when she was in primary school she would drink paint water, prompting people to offer to bring paint water for her to drink. Also, either her or Courtney joked that that’s what made her voice so smooth, paint water. Then, the six tour cast was doing a live and they let Courtney, who was still with Danielle, join. They were playing a “whose most likely?” game and one of the questions was “whose most likely to drink paint water?” and everyone went wild. Danielle then went, “you know what? Paint water tasted good!” She is never gonna live the paint water thing down.
Poor Danielle is never living that paint water thing down is she?
Quick question: the next chapter of the KatAnna ranch au has a lot of mention of religion. Should I tag that as a trigger?
out of curiosity - who are you calling neutral good and chaotic neutral? which is which?
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@and-the-funs-begun - Tagged as Six Fanfiction
“Whilst searching for something in Anne Boleyn’s bedroom, Catherine Parr stumbles upon a box filled with the girl’s deepest confessions.”
Did somebody order Annie angst with some Parrlyn on the side? (I broke the coding at least 3 times whilst trying to figure out how to do italics on Ao3 - I think I’ve lost my mind) 🦆
!!!!!!!!!! this is so good !!!!!!!
It’s not stupid and I’m happy to answer. You can totally call me Louis! It’s my name after all!