I just saw an enamel pin that made me go through all 7 stages of grief in under minute
Violent, nauseating, confusion was followed by the immediate sting of salty tears, near-manic, hysterical laughter swallowed whole by fear, body shaking so hard as to mirror the cataclysmic emotional upheaval I was experiencing.
and then, as if drawn by a benevolent god, my eyes drifted to the seller name. At once, the typhoon of panic subsided. A knitter, of course, this is about yarn, of course… of course…….
Ok but I’m imagining a sassy Omega wearing this, giving bedroom eyes to nearby alphas.
