my ridiculously soff and gross feelings for you as my best friend aside, your command of his voice and presence is unbelievable. i always had a feeling that you'd take heads as snek boi, but seeing it in action is truly inspiring. you've barely had him two weeks and holy shit, chelle. i'm utterly blown away, yet not at all surprised given your natural talent. i'm stoked to see where you take him. i love you and our babies ❤️💋 keep being incredible janey and i love you two through oblivion !!!!!
okay, hold on to your butts because this will be sniffly. you are my best friend in the entire world, have always supported me NO MATTER what, have always been there for me and always looked out for me. besides your eternal place in my heart, you have always been an inspiration for me, your creativity, endless talent in prose and characterisation, how you took janey and made her flesh and bone? i’ve always been and will always be blown away by you. my snek son thrives because of YOUR SUPPORT, and if i am any good with him at all, i owe it to you, my double garbage. i love you so much okay and this means the world to me i am crying. you are so strong and so amazing and so mindblowingly talented and unbelievably special.
The colors clash: yellow and aquamarine with Long Island white stripes dividing them symmetrically. He’s charmed himself into a chamber of his own, but still she’s fortified the steel sliding doors. Ships of all colors, shapes, and scrap metal makes buzz by Loki’s window. Shadow-fettered gossamer prevents their drivers from peeking in. Sakaar’s parent star, too, is barred. This ‘apartment’ doesn’t hold a candle to that glinting pipe organ on Asgard, but Loki’s charmed his way into receiving more amenities. Today it was new threads. Now they’re strewn about the floor like rags. She’s no better, stripped down to a bodice and her wedding ring.
Her back curved into a deep arch when he first settled behind her. Barely a touch makes her toes curl. It begets a tremble that weakens her at the knees. Blonde hair spills over her shoulder and ghosts the corner of his mouth, which maps constellations down every knob until he breathes fever between her shoulders. She hums, angles her backside to best graze his bare abdomen until their bodies nearly slot, and reaches behind her to clutch dark hair.
“Lo…” she gripes, ensconcing them in preternatural darkness. One of his knees has dropped anchor precariously near the edge of the bed. She nudges between his legs with her bottom to try and draw his attention to it, though she winds up crawling even further back so they nearly join again. Then she gyrates slowly enough to elicit noise from him. She, too, keens for those long fingers to grasp and caress her…if only she’d remove his free hand from the left side of her chest where a heart should beat. His works for them both, pulsating from the heel of his hand into her chest so that syncopating rhythm courses throughout the cosmos. Jane’s fixated on his fingertips, which she traces with the tip of her tongue and wraps her lips around in slow pulls.
Flat to his chest are her shoulders; spread to feel his ribcage expand and contract while his heart further enlivens her. It nearly springs black tears to her singularities that can never shut. Trembling from a starquake induced by his touch, she twists to catch his mouth when it lifts from her next. A black liana tangles into their mouths. She giggles in lieu of fishing it out.
“You washed it,” she cheers, crinkling her nose at the taste and nudging his mouth open wider. The phases of the moon blazing down her back in white ink now collide with his bare torso. Her bodice melts away beneath his hands. “My hero,” another kiss augments the sucker punch of a line, “I love you.” Their noses knock. “I love you, Lo, I love you.” Apologetically her mouth grazes his nostril before she breaks to kiss him again, spreading her knees so far apart that they nearly touch his.
She was brunette that morning…and blonde again two days prior. Perhaps that ‘Grandmaster’ has sensed the Darkness, what it rightfully claims and protects from his wiles. For now, he doesn’t exist. Should Loki but whisper the words, he’ll cease to entirely.
BOOK STARTERS VOL.31 ( LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA ) ( GABRIEL GARCÍA MÁRQUEZ )
❛ Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves. ❜
❛ You’re too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and thanks to that we manage to endure the burden of the past. ❜
❛ Love, no matter what else it might be, is a natural talent. You are either born knowing how, or you never know. ❜
❛ Whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life. ❜
❛ There is no God worth worrying about. ❜
❛ The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love. ❜
❛ Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good. ❜
❛ Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the very end in itself. ❜
❛ Only God knows how much I love you. ❜
❛ There is no greater glory than to die for love. ❜
❛ Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies. ❜
❛ Take advantage of it now, while you are young, and suffer all you can, because these things don’t last your whole life. ❜
❛ Today, when I saw you, I realised that what is between us is nothing more than an illusion. ❜
❛ I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century. ❜
❛ I want to be myself again, to recover all that I was obliged to give up. ❜
❛ The only thing worse than bad health is a bad name. ❜
❛ This soup tastes like windows. ❜
❛ Why do you insist on talking about what does not exist? ❜
❛ One has to live a long time to know a man’s true nature. ❜
❛ No, not rich, I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing. ❜
❛ My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse. ❜
❛ That may be the reason he does so many things, so that he will not have to think. ❜
❛ Love if it exists, is something separate: another life. ❜
❛ Things did not go as badly for me as they would for you. ❜
❛ There are things you do only for love. ❜
❛ I’ll have plenty of time to rest when I die. ❜
❛ There is no innocence more dangerous than the innocence of age. ❜
❛ You treat me as if I were just anybody. ❜
❛ The symptoms of love are the same as those of cholera. ❜
❛ There is no law, human or divine, that you have not ignored. ❜
HVEÐRUNGR . okay so this is really early, but, this blog is mutually exclusive ! if you want to be my lover mutually exclusive with this snake me, give this post a like, and i’ll IM you !
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