when the sexual tension/build up in a fic is just right and your toes are curling and you’re basically speed reading and skimming because you just wanna get to the smut but also you wanna slow down and savor each brush of fingers and gaze and swooping feeling in the stomach or the biting of lips and clenching of hands and shuffling of feet and
My first Morilla Fic!! Yaaaaaay!
Summary: Jen knew what a girl crush was. She’d had them just like, she was sure, most women on the planet did. A girl crush was admiration mixed in with a nice pinch of sexual attraction that could, with alcohol involved, turn into a funny a story that the participating parties could tell to their friends the next day. This was her personal definition, of course. And that’s really all there was too it. She had a girl crush on Lana.
The first time Lana noticed how Jen never made eye contact with her while talking was when they first met. At first, she thought it was because the blonde was a shy person when meeting new people. Fine, she’ll try to make the blonde feel more comfortable next time.
The second time was when they ran lines together, Jen kept stumbling over her words, messing it up and constantly apologizing then blaming it on the fact she didn’t get enough sleep and the words seem to blend in together, but when they actually shoot, she’ll get it.
Swan Queen manip request by ~malshania
someone from tumblr asked for this.
thought id pitch in
just a really quick edit!
Let me die as Regina.
wondering how many miles I’ve scrolled on tumblr
and i would scroll 500 miles and i would scroll 500 more
just to be the one who scrolled uh-thousand miles to re-blog this once more
I like how david’s head hasn’t been tumblred.
he’s the one we scroll 500 miles for