#capnsparrow

[herdsheep]

me every time meaghan replies to my threads on jack sparrow: when are they gonna smooch!!!!!!!!! when's it happening!!!! *judge judy watch gif*

[rumgone-blog]

it  is  inventive ,     so  much  he  must  admit ;     so  much  he  must  have  seen  on  all  his  travels  around  the  world  that  a  locker - traumatised  mind  can  now  make  up  her     ---------     SHE .     she ,    the  female ,     and  yet  a  version  of  himself .     revolting ,    at  its  best    !     he  likes  to  believe  he’s  never  been  that  much  of  a  narcissist .

and  with  that  last  strength  to  cling  to  denial  with ,     he's  simply  going  to  ignore  the  hallucination  this  time     (   worked  well  in  the  dutchman’s  brig   )     ---------     until  he  can  no  longer :               ‘          that   HAT   does  not  suit  you  at  all ,     lov-----     missy .          ‘               stone - cold ,     he  belittles  her ,     to  let  his  mind  know  what  he  thinks  of  this .

           @capnsparrow​    ( sc. )

[herdsheep]

@capnsparrow

The Heart Beat Bridge is not easy to cross. But it is the only way to cross. The ravine is so wide, so deep, that all life here is echoless. This is good. You do not want to give the bridge a second chance to hear you.

The Heart Beat Bridge--made of leech vines--made itself. This (a passing for wayfarers) is how it traps, how it eats. A thousand years ago, it eeled across the ravine, black and patient and hungry.

Pluto presses their palm to the back of Jack’s neck and pulls her toward themself. Their foreheads knock softly together. Now they lean together. The force on the back of Jack’s neck keeps them both--Pluto and her--in this closeness, in the middle of the open field by the bridge. The tips of their noses are nearly touching. Pluto stares into Jack’s eyes and breathes in so tight and slow the air whistles. Their tone is a stern stillness.

          “To cross safely, you must keep calm. The bridge does not want you. It wants small things with small, fast hearts. Like chickens. You are no chicken, heh? Keep your heart rate low, and the bridge will not want you.”

Pluto cups Jack’s jaw in both hands and holds it as gentle and close to themself as a wine glass. Their eyes do all the drinking.

          “Understand?”

[herdsheep]

@capnsparrow

Pluto shrugs their rainbow striped santa coat on. It matches the rainbow striped pants they’ve already buckled.

          “I do this every year.”  Pluto explains. More deeply, they share.

They share this part of their life with Jack. Let her see them this way. After all, who--both young and old--does not wish to know who Santa is?

The elastic-band beard is strapped unnaturally below their jaw. Pluto snaps it over their mouth, and their nose crinkles from the small sting.

          “Merry Pride. How do I look, heh?”

Even with the santa-like outfit on, Pluto’s grin looks wicked.

[gendervoyd]

regalsparrow -->> lanaismyevilqueen :)