Love is stored in the little things.
My husband has to leave early, but I come downstairs in the morning and find a freshly made cup of tea waiting for me anyway. My friend says, I was at the store and I saw this, and hands me a bar of my favorite chocolate. I sketch a little cartoon sheep holding a mug and leave it for my husband to find. I stop for coffee, and grab some for my coworkers too.
Maybe in the beginning, maybe for some, love is in grand gestures. But to sustain love? It’s quiet. It’s breathing—something you almost don’t think about except that you do.
My friend calls me, her life is falling apart. Come over, I say, even though it’s late, even though I have work in a few hours and she has kids to get back to and her husband just ended up in the hospital. She needs an hour to sit on a couch and cry. So she comes over, and I make brownies, and they’re just coming out of the oven when she gets here. And she talks, and she cries, and she eats brownies. And when she goes home to her kids, she can handle it, because there is strength in the brownies and in the telling, in the listening.
There are a thousand different jokes I share with different people, things nobody else would understand without the explaining. “Damnit, Helen!” with my coworkers. “Pamela!” with a friend, “I’ve been watching you out the window,” with another. “It’s chow-dah! Chow-dah!” and “Another oil bill!” and “Go leeft!” and so many more with my husband. And they don’t need explanation, because you almost don’t think about it except that you do.
I don’t have the spoons today, I say, and my coworkers say okay, okay. And they go through all my tasks and take over what they can. And then they plan a quiet evening a few weeks later, and I bring pizza, and they bring veggies and brownies and cider, and we talk and we laugh, and I bring some brownies home to share with my husband.
He’s out today, because he loves spending the day out with his dog and the weather is cooperating for the first time in weeks. And though there are a million things to do at home because there are always a million things to do, I tell him to go, I will do the things.
And I come downstairs in the morning, and there is a cup of tea freshly made, waiting.
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Cybertronian sex toys must go crazy
False spikes that expand every time a bot overloads making it impossible for them to clench around it properly and leaving them absolutely gaping by the end
Fake panels designed to vibrate and stop keeping the wearer constantly edged throughout the day
Magnets that connect to each node inside a valve, stimulating them individually and in different ways and rhythms
Ballbearings that have been magnetised in different ways so they’re constantly shifting inside a valve
A matching set of a false spike and valve that can be connected to specific bot spike or valve so partners can interface not matter the distance
Vibrators that are made specifically for a bots spike sheath that keep the spike from extending as well as keeping unbearably it stimulated
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