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Coronation Street | Carla Connor + Lisa Swain (5th September 2025)

"Engagement Breakfast"

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Carla downplaying her own feelings/resigning herself to being a punching bag | Lisa validating her feelings/not letting her settle for less than she deserves

Coronation Street | Carla Connor + Lisa Swain

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Coronation Street | Lisa Swain + Carla Connor (23rd May 2025 | 18th July 2025)

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CORONATION STREET | July 18, 2025

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CORONATION STREET | July 18, 2025

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CORONATION STREET | July 10, 2025

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CORONATION STREET | July 10, 2025

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can never relate to people who think 2018-2019 robron is boring. not when they were getting romcom episodes like this feat. vanity

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“The gay village is not new. I’d known all these queens in the village. Some of them were sensational. I remember giving Elsie [Tanner] lines they would say. When you think of some of the things she came out with, how many straight women have you heard say that?” ~ Tony Warren, creator of Coronation Street (x)

Coronation Street (1960-) | Drag Night at the Rovers Return (18th June 2025)

"Your hostess with the mostest... Kristin! Squat! Thomaaaaaaas!"

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44 kiss for Swarla 😍

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

It seems fitting that the sky roars.

In her self imposed dark solitude the sky roars and the rain pours and it’s enough. To know that somewhere, something howls while she can’t seem to.

Numbness, the therapist had said, is normal after a session. A response to being asked to pour until the stream ran dry. Exhaustion too, she had smiled.

“All very normal.” She had reassured after Lisa’s complaints.

But she thought this was the path to letting this go.

“Sometimes it gets worse before it gets better. Everybody’s journey is different.” She was a grey haired woman with thick black glasses, her therapist. A smile so well practiced it would look genuine if Lisa wasn’t looking for the glitch. “There’s no right or wrong here, Lisa.”

But it doesn’t feel right, as she suppresses another yawn, to be three sessions in and leave the room feeling the weight of it all anew, the cut open and raw again.

“Do you think,” Carla had asked quietly after session two, her fingers gentle as they’d tucked blonde hair behind Lisa’s ear, “it’s only feeling heavy now because you’re looking at it all again. Instead of ignoring it.”

Lisa had nodded wearily, the weight of her head coming to rest firmly in the centre Carla’s palms, eyes drooping.

“And you’re just growing your muscles now, Lis.” Carla’s voice had cracked and her thumbs had circled under Lisa’s bruised eyes. “You don’t have to leave it all behind but you do have to carry it better.”

And Carla had taken her hand a hour ago, as the door shut behind her on session 3. Had kissed her knuckles and pulled her in, still stood in the doorway where she’d met Lisa on her return. She’d threaded her fingers through Lisa’s hair, scratched her nails and it had dulled the buzzing, exactly as Carla knew it would.

Bobble sliding from her hair, fingers pulling the strands loose, freeing her from the ties that bind her, Lisa had fallen forward. Her forehead meeting Carla’s shoulder, strong and sure beneath her, her hands folding around her waist, she’d breathed in deep.

Lungs full, Carla swirling within and around her, she’d followed as she was lead through the quiet. Moved as instructed, placed on the toilet so her shoes could be untied, pulled standing as she was stripped first out of her blazer, then her shirt, her trousers.

“Get in.”

Carla’s voice, gentle and forceful, had seen her lowering into the warmth of a bath drawn just in anticipation of her.

She let the water restore her, let the smell of lavender (new? Bought just for this? For her?) soothe her aches and her pains and when the plug was pulled she watched it all circle the drain.

“Hey.” Carla’s voice is low as she steps into Lisa’s self imposed dark solitude. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes.” Lisa nods, lips curling upwards at the shape of her. Illuminated by the lamps of the living room, Carla is a shadow made up of warmth.

She holds her hand out and Carla’s fingers meet hers in the middle. She tugs and when she’s close enough, when Carla’s shape takes up her world view, sat there in a towel on the edge of their bed, her hands find hips and her nose nuzzles against the soft flesh of Carla’s stomach.

“Thank you.” She breathes, the words taking the shape of a kiss that she leaves against her navel. And just like always, Carla’s hands find their way to the wet strands of her hair, her nails scratch Lisa’s eyes into dropping closed.

“What would you do without me, eh?” Carla is all gentle jest and when Lisa looks up, her chin coming to rest against the imprint of her lips, she can’t see her in the darkness, but she can feel those eyes on her.

“I dread to think.” She answers honestly.

They stay like that for a moment, Carla’s hands in her hair, her hands on Carla’s hips, as they look at each other without seeing. And it’s no longer numbness she feels, but cushioned.

“Do you want me to do your hair?”

She smiles, nods, and releases Carla. She’s not gone for long, sliding behind Lisa and sweeping still dripping strands over one shoulder so she can kiss, tentative and delicate against the bare skin of the other.

Lisa lets her eyes close and her shoulders drop as the hair dryer clicks on.

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"I don't think we're going to make it to this gig after all. "Yeah, I wouldn't be happy leaving Betsy home on her own." "No, neither would I. Lisa, I'm sorry. I know you really wanted to go." "Ah, it's alright. I can stick a playlist on and have a brew." "Ah ha, rock and roll." "Yeah, well it could be." "What?" "Yeah."

CARLA CONNOR & LISA SWAIN | CORONATION STREET

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LISA SWAIN is too gay to function.