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Sweetheart figured she could sneak out past curfew.

She also figured she would just get sent back to bed if she was caught.

Good thing Sweetheart’s not really a betting kind of girl.

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Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Six

Eventually, Craftsmate let me out of the cage and we decided to hang around for a little bit away from the play areas. I stayed on the leash, but that was about the farthest thing from strange considering the environment we were in. Which, all things considered, set me at ease. It was nice to feel a little bit normal.

Across the play area, there was a girl in a pair of absurdly high pink heels reclined in a chair, checking her phone. Beside her was a bag, out of which a number of nasty-looking floggers and whips were sticking out. Even if she looked a bit disinterested in everything, she was still gorgeous.

Craftsmate caught me staring.

“I like her shoes,” I explained quickly.

He smirked. “Oh yeah? Her shoes? Why don’t you go over and tell her?”

“No, no, no, no,” I insisted, shaking my head emphatically. “I don’t want to disturb her or anything.”

“Do you want me to go over there and ask if she wants to borrow you?” He asked, smiling in the kind of way to suggest that he was not even remotely bluffing.

“No!” I squealed and Craftsmate started laughing.

“Fine,” he replied, “you get off easy this time.”

Housebroken.

It happens when I’m in a store and I see a certain kind of dress or a pair of socks with bows on it. It’s this pause, this momentary catch in my throat.

Sometimes, you are snapshots. Found objects. Morsels. A trail of breadcrumbs.

You are things I must piece together, things I have borrowed without permission that came without instructions beyond a pamphlet written in a clunky, hasty attempt at a translation to English.

You are a certain North Atlantic triangle that claims to pull like migration patterns but, in my humble opinion, is more just an intersection with a terrible traffic light that sends us both barreling forward at the same time.

Yet, in those rare, fleeting moments where the chemicals and the silver and the light come together, in those times when everything syncs beyond my understanding of how a camera or you or I function, there seems to be some semblance of clarity.

But this, too, is only a snapshot.

I’m busy trying to collect all my thoughts from my experiences with Switch. This photo is triggering for that. You’ll find out sometime soon.

Odds are, it’ll be organized in a bunch of little snapshots and a few longer pieces. I promise, I promise, I’ll get on with it. I just like building suspense.

I like buckles. They’re considerably neater. They even feel a little bit institutional. That rubs me the right way.

Things I am stressed about today:

Last night, I accompanied my best friend out and may have allowed her to get a little wasted at a party. At one point in the evening, she pounced on me and tried to make out with me. I managed to wrestle her off, knowing she was totally not in the right state of mind, and she almost started crying because of some trouble with a guy she had been hooking up with. Awesome.
During the evening, I completely said the wrong thing to that guy from my frat and I am fairly sure I may have completely screwed things on even a friendship level there.
The evening ended in me, her, and her ex-boyfriend in a shouting match in the student center at three in the morning when she wanted to go home with him. He was absolutely awful to her and he got ultra-defensive when I asked her if she was going to be okay with this decision.
Today, I finally heard from her. She doesn’t remember last night, partially from being blackout drunk and partially because they had such violent sex her head knocked the headboard and she got a concussion.
When I told her what she did last night, not realizing she was just getting out of a hospital, she broke down crying and called herself the worst person on Earth.
I am now headed over to her room with cookies so we can sit around and bitch about men.

Seriously, tumblr, can I ever just catch a break?

SG and I took a few days away.

I’m back now and I hope you’ve all been well, tumblr.

So.

I woke up in a collapsed blanket fort in my friend’s basement to my friend asking me where his jacket was.

Skinned right knee, still a little drunk, two texts in my phone.

The first:

“Hey, Ivy. Sorry I had to run, my ride left early. But it was amazing meeting you and good luck on your research.”

The second, from the friend asking for his jacket:

“Top five moments of the night. FIVE: That comment I made about that one girl. FOUR: You being able to have anybody you wanted in that room and your thing with Pink. THREE: We got. Really. Really. Wasted. TWO: Freckles, ‘nuff said. ONE: The new friendship that has been formed between two of my best friends in life.”

Tumblr, I have some explaining to do.