I peel away strips of waxen skin,
And split open your delicate body,
To relish on your hidden treasure,
Of rubies and juice and blood.
I plunge my fingers in your soft flesh
And smile as your burst against my skin,
Staining me red with your sweet blood,
Marking me with your love,
An eternal declaration and reminder.
I place you in my famished mouth,
And chew on your succulent entrails
Just to feel you pop against my teeth
And slide down my throat,
I savour your sweetness with passion.
You make a mess of my person,
As I desperately dig for a last morsel of you
To place in my mouth and enjoy,
To feel full, replenished and satisfied
Of you, your blood, your flesh,
To feel my fingers sticky with your juices,
To feel my skin smothered in your love,
To lick your sweetness from my lips,
And forever be haunted by a sour after-taste,
When it is all over,
That only you can erase,
By coming back to me,
And allowing me to plunge my fingers,
In your willing body,
And quench my hunger for you.
-----n.a.j.
the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
Time to listen to musicals and make vision boards
I feel like at a certain point Scotty should have known
“Minors do not interact” and the fic is about a minor
Enjoy this photo of me and my friends 🖤
why do i keep seeing “young!ditzy!reader” or “trophywife!reader” or stupid shit like that where authors make the ‘reader’ the most fragile person in the world??
at the end of the day, this recession theory shit is real. and it is seen clearly as day on this app.
why are the inspo pics for the oneshot just blonde and skinny white girls?? why are we making the reader sweet and innocent and fragile??
and look, there’s nothing wrong about being a blonde and skinny white girl, but after seeing the same pictures as inspo for a series or a oneshot, it gets annoying and repetitive how there’s no diversity.
also, i’m not saying every post in the “x reader” tag is like this, but they just keep popping up on my feed and i had to speak my mind about it.
please, if anyone reads this, tell me if you found the same problem or i’m just going crazy.
"Queer Tarot" Oh my little gay witch