the triad, cat friend, and flashbacks

Oh. My. GOD.
What millennia is this? dA done revamped itself and my login screen looks like tumblr threw up.
....why, dA? I thought you were better than that. Actually I can't say much, because now I have a tumblr. I may not be as active as most, but I do actually check up on it.

THUS FAR. I'm part of a just-for-funzies clique in my friends group called "The Triad" featuring myself, bee, and Sam. Because apparently us lady lovers must stick together. We network and share info with one another concerning the latest buzz on Carmilla (hnnng), RWBY, and random bouts of yuri subtext.
Also yes. Carmilla. But in that show, I find that I don't care MUCH about Laura, I could be FRIENDS with Carmilla, but I want that Amazonian woman DANNY to myself, thank you.
and she will be my hot Canadian Pyrrha Nikos. and she will be mine.

more on friends--bee.
we're like cats and dogs and yet drift compatible. A year ago, I didn't think we'd be nearly this tight with each other.
-flash back-
me: *hands to myself* :l ...
bee: *hands in pockets* ....
-end-
-recent times-
me: *touches her hand* you're cold.
bee: we've been over this, cold hands, brah.
me: I KNOW that, but...it's always going to be strange.
bee: *puts back of her hand on my cheek* .....you're so WARM. HOW?!
me: I'm alive, and I drink a lot of wine.
-end-

so yeah. she uses my face to warm up her death hands and I just sit there and take it. and give her sass. to which she either clicks her tongue at me or hisses a sigh through narrowed "I'm so done with you" eyes. To which I follow up with a smirk. and sometimes, I'll stiffen and prod my tongue against the inside of my cheek where her hand is resting and jab at her fingers to make her cringe xD
bee: hnngAUUGH STAHP Dx
me: nyahyahyahyahya ewe
bee: that feels weird!! D;< *mushes my cheek* >:c don't do that.
me: excuse you, but I'll do as I please as it is MY DAMN FACE you're touching up on.
bee: u.u *fans her fingers against my cheek* *flicks side of my glasses with her pinky*
me: oi! >:l *turns/licks her fingers*
bee: KYAA!! *mushes my face/wipes her hand* ew! ......*touches my face again* >:l
me: xD

I'm a total space heater. Sam even said I'd make a good Yang because of it xD but I can't lay claim to that since Bee is.....SUCH A DAMN CAT.

example 1.
me: *goes to touch her*
bee: *retracts everything* *NOH* e_e
-
me: *listening to music*
bee: ......*touches my face* :l

example 2.
me: *pokes at her food*
bee: I will kill you.
-
me:.....*offers some food* ?
bee: *takes it* *gets closer* (sometimes she'll ask to try some....maybe that's her 'meowing' at me?)

example 3.
me: *driving her home from going to a choir concert*
bee: *singing in the passenger seat*
me: .....*takes a hard U-turn on an abandoned dirt road*
bee: *SCREAMS LIKE A CAT* D8 ?!?!?


which sounded like "MREAOWWRRRAUUUUUGHHHHHLAWDJESUS"

we're really good friends, and I'm happy for it c: I know in the beginning it was hard but...it came down to realizing that no matter what happened, my life would be better with her in it. and she is! so naturally, my life is richer. *smiles*
history can repeat itself in the cruelest of ways, but, I just need to remember that I'm not going to be that one for her. And I know it, too. So I've stopped trying and started being myself. and that's how it grew xD because I didn't need to try and impress her anymore, or at least feel the need to impress her. We both moved on from it, but once in awhile she hears about something I've done in the past during my 'chasing bee' days and laughs about it. mostly because she never picked up on it that way before.

example 1.
me: --and the way my dad got mom, well, once of quiet a few, he would always bring her baked goods or something before their date. homemade bread, a pie, pumpkin bread, banana bread, always something.
bee: *remembering* you're pumpkin bread was really good.
me: yeah, I know it was....*dave chappell voice* "gotcha, bitch!" hahahaha
bee:....!!! *blushing/laughing* *covers mouth* oh, kisa....

example2.
bee: only old Mexican men hit on me.
me: *sleep drunk* women hit on you too, don't lie.
bee: nope, nothing but men.
me: ....I used to hit on you! D;< *slightly outraged*
bee: *blush* ??....y...you did...?
me: ...;;; *sigh* >_>
bee: you were....hitting on me?
sam: wow, that's like, such a Carmilla moment.
internal me: STAKE ME NOW.

.....she's a special one alright :l it's for the best we're just friends.

speaking of the Triad, Sam spent the weekend in my hobbit shanty for our friends' graduation last Saturday.
well. Friday was dubbed ladies night. where I woke up in the morning to make homemade spaghetti sauce.

me: *in matching pajamas* *hair up in a banana clip* *no make-up/ in glasses*
sam: *eventually walks into kitchen* *rubs her eye* ....
me: *cooking* ....oh, good morning. want some eggs while this cooks down a bit?
sam: no, I'm...not a breakfast eater...*smirks*
me:....*notices* ?? what?
sam: nothing, nothing.

(little did I know, she was going to mock me later.)
-later-
sam: I woke up to Kisa cooking in the kitchen, in MATCHING pj's....with her hair up. xD
bee: ohhhh look at you, so domesticated~ *smirks behind a wine glass*
me: I HAD A JOB TO DO///;;
-end-

WELL that Friday turned out to be...hectic...starting with my grandfather feeling ill, and then finding out  my cousin Jeremy was found dead in his bed that morning. and the after we were done eating our dinner and cleaning up the wine glasses, there was a wreck right in front of the house. a woman had seized while driving, and hit a red car, and then bee's car--moving it a full car length BACK until the car flipped and spun on it's top. Good news is, the woman who totaled bee's car was insured and is going to pay for everything. MERRY CHRISTMAS INDEED! I was worried for her, and gave her as many hugs as I saw fit with a follow-up back stroke. Which sounds weird typing that, but, you know what I mean.
the only bad part was taking her back to the hobbit shanty and forgetting the bloody massacre in the back yard/on the back porch that was us as a famil skinning and cleaving meat from a deer. dried, sticky blood everywhere...luckily she knows we're kind of ghetto that way (lol) and didn't say much other than "oh lord, jesus.".
.....I think she still has my hoodie. my Pikachu hoodie I let her borrow the night of the accident D; that lettle betch.

that about wraps it up for the recent 411, so...I'll tell more about that deer incident on a later note. for now, I leave with these three...

1) ever skin a deer?
2) what's your favorite wine?
3) do you have a friend who used to be your hopeless crush, but is now your derpy lieutenant everywhere you go?

also my tumblr is: theladypirate91