Saying goodbye shouldn’t be that hard, but the never-ebbing ache in our chests sweeps us to despair, we know from the beginning there is a point where the road ends, at least for us.
When the closing of the eyes opens portals of unseen light sailing skyward to bind with eternity there is a constant twitch somewhere deep inside perhaps from that of a void left behind. In our solitude, we curl…
i'm addicted to this ridiculous fjord/beau good cop/bad cop strategy in which fjord is just a normal relatively intimidating buff dude and beau is some completely unhinged uncontrollably bloodthirsty angry woman with a really big stick
nothing pisses me off more than when something is clearly queer coded and the subtext is as subtle as a brick and bigots will STILL try to gaslight you into thinking it’s unintentional and that you’re reading too much into it. yes I’m talking about spider gwen
thinking about a server at a restaurant having a horrible allergy day (or maybe their nose is just sensitive to the spices in the food??) and desperately trying to hold back an oncoming sneezing fit as they walk with their arms full of plates to serve. They can't possibly use their hands, so they're forced to twitch and wiggle their nose and their nostrils helplessly, their hitching gradually getting more and more vocal as their head tilts back, garnering looks from fellow employees and restaurant goers......will someone swoop in and rescue them before they can't hold it any longer?
Imagine knowing a very hitchy partner, lending to very unpredictable sneezes. But you’ve paid attention enough to become an expert at timing their final hitch before they sneeze. Perhaps it’s always after a certain number of hitches, or you just know based on the sound, the breath intake.. how it lingers a bit longer than the rest.. You always impress your circle of friends at saying “bless you” mere seconds before they sneeze.
.. and behind closed doors, you work it to your advantage~ During an inducing session you let the intrusive thoughts win and manage to kiss your partner on the lips mid-final hitch, right on the point of no return… forcing them to sneeze completely through their nose — caking your intertwined lips with strings of mess that cling as you pull away 🥵