#rdpr

[dragracecentral]

• Jinkx Monsoon [ AS7.02 ]

#drag race #rupauldragrace #dragrace #rupaul #my edit #my gifs #rdpr #rdpredit #dragrace spoiler #rdpr spoilers #as6 #drag queen #drag race all winners #as7 #jinkx monsoon

[tomkinard]

RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE ALL STARS | 7.08 ↳ for @start-your-engines​

#rupaul's drag race #rupaul's drag race all stars #rdpr #rpdredit #raja gemini #jaida essence hall #monet x change #trinity the tuck #jinkx monsoon #yvie oddly #shea coulee #* #for ame #mwah

[oswinoswlds]

Jinkx and Monét being the cutest

#PLS I LOVE THEM #the little hand squeeze awww #:’) #their friendship seems so genuine and lovely #jinkx monsoon #monet x change #ru paul's drag race #drag race all stars #rpdr all stars 7 #rdpr #mine #mine: gifs

[shortandsharp]

#spankie jackzon #drag #drag race down under #DRDU #DRDUs2 #fuck yeah #rdpr #yes

[homelyhorrors]

you guys ever seen jackie cox in a wedding dress ? no ? now h have. here u go. i love her sm.

#rpdr s12 #rdpr #jackie cox #drag race #my art

[lilacandlavendr]

I am a Jinkx Monsoon fan first and everything else second.

#jinkx monsoon #IF SHE DOESN’T WIN I WILL RIOT #rdpr

[antitheticaldreamg1rl]

one of my favorite things about drag race is going from a super serious sad emotional scene and then its just like “cool, bye!” and then they move on and i laugh everytime

#rdpr #rpdr as5

[virgovirgo]

as bad as the chocolate bars were, there was nothing funnier than hearing these defeated queens go “it’s chocolate” (woooomp)

#like… comedy gold #rdpr #s14 #and then ru’s sighful it’s chocolate… in return #like LMAOOOOO so fucking funny

[proper-superhero-shit]

#screencaps #rdpr #rupaul's drag race

[nobordersonlybuttcheeks]

NOOOO SILKY OWWWW! OUCH FUCCCCCCCCCK!!!!!!!

#julie #drag race #drag race canada vs the world #rdpr #ru paul's drag race #silky nutmeg ganache

[dragracecentral]

Raja Gemini [ AS7.01 - 7.03 ]

#drag race #rupauldragrace #dragrace #rupaul #my edit #my gifs #rdpr #rdpredit #dragrace spoiler #rdpr spoilers #drag queen #rpdr #drag race all star #as7 #all winners #raja #raja gemini #drag race all star 7 #all star 7

[toadsoup]

Does anyone have any idea where I can watch AS7 snatch game without paying whatever the fuck they’re asking for on Paramount+? I just wanna see Jinkx…

#rdpr #as7 #rdpras7 #all stars 7 #ru paul's drag race #rupauls drag race

[cxtoonzzz]

Mirage VS Morphine except it's ONLY Mirage

#rpdr #rdpr s16 #mirage amuro #drag race #drag queen #rupauls drag race

[katyapetrovnazamolodchikova]

I don't understand Ru's obsession with Mhi'ya, I'm sorry 😭 She's wild in a lip sync but if any other queen was that messy you KNOW they'd be packing their bags

#like im so confused #its like producers are really trying to push some kind of glow up narrative for her #which is fine but like #shes sending home queens that are so much more interesting and fun to watch #anyway bring back mirage #rpdr16 #rdpr 16 #rupaul's drag race #rupauls drag race

[petitmonde]

crygi + “i just can’t get enough of you.”

This is uh, something...

"I just can't get enough of you." Crystal breathed the words through her laboured breath, cradling Gigi's face as if it was the most precious thing in the world. She was trembling, afraid to let go. To let Gigi go to wherever she belonged.

"Crys, it's not real," Gigi said. She wanted to hold Crystal too, desperately so. However doing so would only make the separation worse. "None of it was."

In her head, Crystal knew it to be true. The Gigi she met in the Dream World wasn't real. From the very first time since she saw her, she knew there was a distinct possibility that Gigi was part of the Simulation, and not a Dreamer like herself. A Creation made by Them to make her believe this was reality.

Still, her heart told her a different story. Gigi was a Dreamer, just like herself. A real person waiting to wake up, just as she was. And then they'd meet on the other side, Crystal would make a terrible joke that Gigi would laugh at. Crystal would take her to the diner, the one at the end of the street. They'd get a burger and some much too salty fries, with a milkshake that had two straws. Not the perfect date by any means, though no one had said it had to be. She'd have her Gigi, real, breathing and gorgeous Gigi looking at her. That's all she needed in the world.

Yet another piece of the sky disintegrated, disappearing off into the nothingness. The edges of the world had already glitched out, the background indecipherable.

She was waking up.

"Gigi, Gigi..." Crystal cried out her name in a plea. "Please, Gigi."

"Crys," Gigi gave her one last smile. She was glad, Crystal was about to be free. "I couldn't get enough of you too."

The last thing Crystal registers is Gigi's lips on hers, marred by the salty tears the two of them shared.

For a while, everything was blackness. Then, it was sounds. Beeping.

The light was blinding, disorientating. She couldn't feel her own body, nor all the wires or tubes connected to her.

Voices.

A familiar voice. Worried. Thankful.

"Crystal? Oh my God I think she's awake! Can someone call the nurse?" Whoever it was that was with her sounded relieved.

With as hazed as she still was, the only thing that stood crisp in her mind was a name: Gigi Goode.

#fic prompt #rdpr fanfiction #crygi

[phrynewrites]

If ur still accepting prompts, “Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance." sounds like something Love Letter AU Daya would tell Whippedsco I mean Bosco before The Manuscript™️ happens

Hi hun!! This is a bit inspired by all our chatting about Daya's role in love letter au (if anyone wants any insight, we've had A Lot of thoughts and I'd love to chat about it!!). Thank you for being patient with me while I get the *writing vibes* back. I hope you enjoy!

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“Maybe if you stopped staring at her and actually talked to her, you might have a chance.” Daya pulled Bosco’s office door closed behind her, letting the blinds rattle. 

“Good morning, Daya.” Bosco couldn’t help the coarse tone, flicking their pen once, twice, three times. “I love when I come into work and am immediately confronted with the perceived failings of my love life.” 

Bosco tried to keep themself flat, composed, and convey the incorrect nature of Daya’s perception. Bosco was staring, but it was perfectly reasonable and none of Daya’s business. 

Because there Jasmine was, fixing her hair into two neat French braids. Her fingers wove that fine strawberry blonde hair seamlessly. And she had bobby pins fitted between those plush lips. And though she couldn’t see her work, that little wrinkle between her brows dug in as she concentrated… 

But it wasn’t as though they had to admit to that. If they did, they’d never hear the end of it from Daya, who’d make it her second job to fling them into the copy room wherever Jasmine was in there, locking the door behind them. Or offer for Bosco to braid her hair the next time she saw Jasmine working on it.

So Bosco took up their manuscript—one they were promised would be a contender for a Pulitzer—and began marking in sweeping red motions, glancing up only when they heard Daya start moving the letter tray, coffee mug, and is warmer off their desk and into a pile on the floor. She perched on the now empty edge, leaning forward, propping her elbow on her knee. 

Daya snatched the manuscript and tossed it idly at the pile of Bosco’s discarded items. “I can’t confront a love life you don’t even have.” 

“You sure are trying,” Bosco muttered. “You think having a good love life is like…fucking all the secretaries downstairs,” Bosco said, crossing their arms. They knew they looked petulant. And they felt like a child, harboring a crush they had no idea what to do with. And they knew, like always, Daya wasn’t giving into their line of reasoning either, no matter how hard and how often they tried to push it. 

Daya came closer, snatching the pen from their hand as well and tossing it into the pile. “I think it’s better than you staring at the secretary through your half-closed blinds and doodling little hearts with her initials in them.”

“I did talk to her this morning,” Bosco pressed, getting up and gathering the manuscript. “And I bought her a coffee, which we talked about. So you can’t say that I’m not talking to her.” 

Daya turned. “But did you-” 

“No, I did not get pretentious about the coffee.”  

“Wow, you must really like her.” Daya took the manuscript once again and sat on it. “Even though your conversation topics are crazy boring. I truly don’t get how she finds the energy to twirl her hair while you talk about ‘the importance of a proper espresso to steamed milk ratio’”

Bosco huffed, but conceded. “You’re only going to be happy if I walk in, throw myself all over reception, and say ‘Hey, Jasmine. Good morning. That blouse makes your tits look great. Please be my girlfriend because I love you.’” 

“I mean, I would follow it with something about taking the blouse off, but otherwise I think it’s solid.” 

“You’re a menace to society.” Bosco made their way to the door before throwing it open. “Get out of my office so I can actually work.” 

Daya stood. “And by work, do you mean, go tell Jasmine exactly that and hope it leads back to here? I can help you clear your desk, quick.” 

Bosco grabbed her wrist and pulled. Hard. They sent her stumbling across the threshold, bracing on the door frame. And they followed a stern reminder that Daya should do their work with a slammed door and locked handle. 

But even as they settled back in, placed their letter tray and coffee mug and mug warmer back on their desk, unearthed their manuscript and began marking once more, Bosco was distracted again. 

Because there Jasmine was, right across the way, reapplying her lipstick. That soft pink pout wrapping around the lip of her coffee, the one Bosco had gotten her that morning. And when she pulled away, she smiled against it. 

And Bosco thought that maybe they’d like to say something to her that would make her smile like that again. Anything that would make her smile because of them. 

#daya is a helpful menace in this au #because bosco and jasmine are sticking themselves in the friend zone #even though they're both totally into each other #and daya knows the extent of bosco's crush and it's like massive #and can approximate jasmine's crush because she really doesn't hide her feelings well #and daya enacts Several plans to get these two morons together and is consistently irritated when they find a way to ruin the plans #because neither of them are willing to confront their feelings #for myhusbandharryhamilton #asks answered #jasco #rpdr fanfiction #rdpr fic #rdpr fanfic #jasco love letter au