Why are bodies of water so terrifying? They’re just… they’re so large. When I try to picture them in my mind it’s like I have to minimize them for my own sanity. I picture a river, just a normal river where people swim and fish and play, and in my mind I can see both sides of the land so easily and the water itself is only about waist deep, but I know that’s not true. I know that the deepest part of the Congo is 722’. Seven! Hundred! Twenty! Two! Feet! I’ve seen men pull fish out of those waters that were more than ten feet long! A fish! Almost twice as long as I am! And there’s not just one monster fish swimming around in those waters, no, there’s thousands, millions, of fish and snakes and crocodiles and sharks and so many things I can’t even start to think about without my body trying to go into shock. I can’t think about the ocean without my stomach turning over with dread because it’s just so big. It holds so many animals inside of it that are so large I could look at them from one side and not be able to see the other until it swam all the way past. These things just exist out in the world, and people fish for them on purpose. People get on boats that aren’t even half as large as the animal they want to see and go out to the middle of nowhere, where no one else exists and if your boat were to capsize there would be no hope of quickly swimming to land, and then these people put on suits and they get into the water with these millions and millions of creatures so they can photograph them and study them and they do that because they want to. I don’t even understand what could compel someone to do something like that. I don’t understand how they hear the call of the void and not shrink in fear. I don’t understand how they choose to look at it instead.
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can y'all please come into my humble abode and imagine something with me i don't yet have the wits to write a full fledged fic out of (yet)?
so, everyone knows how when you get a tattoo, part of the healing process is the itchy phase, right? and for obvious reasons, you can't scratch it. favored method, in my experience and fellow tatted friends, is to just give it a good old slap.
perfect. so now, with this in mind, can you imagine having gotten a large hip/ass piece, and how mortifying it would be to smack your own ass to soothe that itch? and it's just plain painful. you want your new ink to heal properly - it's gorgeous and you put a lot of time, pain, and money into that damn thing - but it just sucks.
enter best friend eddie.
he loves your new ink. thinks it's fucking sick. nearly creamed his damn pants when he found out you were doing a hip/ass tatt (because how can he ask to see it without being weird? how can he react to that without being weird when he's spent the last several years with the world's most pathetic crush on you?) at first, it's fine. you show him the tattoo in a totally friendly, totally platonic way. he hypes you up, he calls you 'the most metal person he knows'. flourishes you with all the compliments and looks at you with starry eyes out of sheer awe at the way he's managed to snag a person into his life who is just so. damn. cool.
but the days pass by, that new ink begins to heal, and it fucking itches.
when you first proposition him, you're even more embarrassed than he is. stumbling over all your words, the request coming out contorted every wrong way. you don't want to make things weird, but is it really that weird for a friend to help a friend? it is really that weird to ask your best friend to smack your tattoo to help with that itch you can't even really properly reach?
it's just friends helping friends.
and that's the mantra you both repeat to yourselves - as you request the embarrassing favor of him, as he agrees almost too eagerly, as you find yourself face-planted in your bed wondering how deeply you can bury down your shame as he tries to make jokes to make it all a bit less awkward.
it's just friends helping friends, until eddie's hand lands down on your ass with a resounding smack, and that first little whimper escapes your lips.
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Paz: “Look this shiny guy is a piece of shit. And his kid is weird. And don’t even get me started on this princess bitch. But this guy.. he’s MY piece of shit. And this kid is one of us even tho idk how his weird ass ears are gonna go in a helmet. And this princess.. man i just gave up on my kid and she was like nah bruh let’s climb this mountain.. So let’s fucking go kill some pirates. This is the way.”
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