INFECTIOUS HUMAN WASTE.

it’s better to  release yourself  from the shackles of  a concept  so far from reach.    at least she tries to  ...   love,   such a hard find  ...              they’d rather  cut you loose  than deal with emotions.   emotions  means messy business.     “  THEY STILL CASTRATE YOU.   ”    //  @diagnonsins​

watch as the  red and blue  lights flicker.   sirens blaring,   drowning  conversations while men in uniform run into a building.   eyes all around  glued  to the situation  but all they can do is  stare.

WOULD  BE  A  LOOK  OF  CONFUSION ,  IF  STEREOTYPES  WERE  AN  ASGARDIAN  CONCEPT .  the Gods seem to extend beyond Midgardian limitations ,  their problems far more serious in some regards ,  far more trivial in others .  Thor knew better than to question   ————–   Miðgarðr had ,  in many cases ,  provided solutions to problems the humans had never experienced ,  problems which ,  to them ,  perhaps seemed questionable .

eyes narrow ,  head tilted in intrigue ,  and he’s more than happy to play along to whatever charade Marla has in mind .    placing Thor in a dress might be counterproductive   ;   if the objective is to lay low ,  surely a muscular god in revealing ,  flowing attire would not suffice .   but nevertheless   —      ❝      I also think I could work some yellow into my wardrobe   :   let’s do it .      ❞ 

she’s beaming,   excited to  be entertained.   life itself brought  her no joy,   instead  drained  her until she was   a pit of misery.   little things could  easily bring back  colour  to her skin,    life  back  into her eyes.      

“  you’ll look  absolutely  lovely,  ”     hand comes up  to touch his bicep,    then gives  it a  squeeze.      “   probably  sleeveless ...   but a nice shawl could put it together.   ” 

it’s rare you see  men wear dresses [  unfortunate  ]   and times should change  quicker.    by the time men wear  dresses and skirts,    women would’ve moved on to  seeking each other  for comfort.    odd  mental rules  again.    one sex is able  to wear both attires fit into categories of gender   [  truly bullshit  ],   while the other couldn’t and  had to conform.    marla tries thinking of places to go  and turns to begin walking.    idea arises and she’s looking back  at him with a smile.    

and we  have lift off.   sky rocketing  topic of conversation  jump start the tension.    she’ll sigh,    finger grazes against him.   floating,   skating over his arm hair  until she can feel it against the pads  of her fingers.     “   you  slip one on  when  you meet a stranger,   ”    head tilts  to look at him.   “   you  dance  all night,     and then you throw it away ...   the condom,   i mean,    not the  stranger   ”          she smirks,  proud of her  little analogy.   //   @ragekill​

exhaled smoke  clouds eyes staring down.    cigarette  loosely  hung  between her fingers now held,    then  pressed down  on the belly of her arm.     soft skin  puts out  the flame.      “   BURN, WITCH, BURN..    ”      marla doesn’t wince..   no reaction.   //  @revoide​​

why  conform  to standards put  in place by people too afraid of  being  wrongly perceived.    they cower at judgement,    yet hold themselves  high  and  mighty  to judge the world.      “  personally,   think yellow could  be your colour.  ”   //  @odinsn​

prompt  /  is my muse inclined to help others,  or will they only do it when it benefits them,  if at all?  what makes them this way?  has it ever gotten them into trouble,  or inconvenienced them? 

i think it’s a 50/50 with marla. she’s selfish but then again she’s willing to do things to benefit her and her circle of friends / family.  if a stranger were to ask for her help, she’s either saying ‘what’s in it for me?’ or she’d straight up say no and keep it moving. things like charity work and people in crisis don’t phase her. it doesn’t move her morality to say no to people in genuine need.