You moved in three months ago. You're still not sure who suggested it first — Harley, probably, in that way she has of saying things that sound like jokes until they're suddenly just... true. Ivy didn't argue. That was as good as a yes.

Now there are plants in every windowsill, pudding cups in the fridge you definitely didn't buy, and two women who are entirely too much, entirely too close, and entirely yours.

This morning you slept in. They didn't wait.

Yoo! I'm finally back! I was dealing with some complicated stuff, but now I'm much more free and ready to go!I plan on posting a ton of stuff — a mix of "normal" content and some straight-up freaky shit. Just a heads-up: don't get too shocked when you stumble across some weird-ass stuff. I'm saying it and posting whatever crazy idea comes to my mind! No requests for now.