#Yours &

[unawnadeporahi]

Siempre una good girl

[scotland-wolves]

[loquarocoeur]

thank you for revealing the real truth max IS babyboy and the babiest of boys at that thank you for your service

The single babiest of all the boys and I will DIE on this hill

[coochiequeens]

"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville. She resorted to those measures because her husband, Ernest Hemingway, tried to take over her journalist career.

This Saturday, June 6, will be the 76th anniversary of D-Day, the battle that would come to represent the beginning of the end of World War II. 

There was just one woman, a war correspondent, on the beaches at Normandy that day the allied forces liberated Western Europe from Nazi Germany: the singular Martha Gellhorn. Author Janet Somerville traces Gellhorn’s extraordinary life in her book Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War.

"Since 1937, Martha had been a war correspondent for Collier’s magazine. She knew about the Allied invasion, that there was a plan to cover the Allied invasion of Normandy, and she was determined to cover that," Somerville said. 

The problem was, her very famous husband at the time, Ernest Hemingway, pulled the rug out from under her professionally.

"Hemingway had gone to New York, introduced himself to her editor at Collier’s and said ‘I’ll be your war correspondent.’ And he took her accreditation papers. Which was a bit of a problem," said Somerville.

Each publication could send just one correspondent. But Gellhorn was resourceful and clever. She found herself passage on a munitions ship from New York that would get her to Europe. She was the only woman and the only civilian aboard that ship, which landed in Liverpool. Then, she just needed to get to Normandy.

"She lied to a military police officer down by a hospital ship, said she was going to interview nurses about the 'woman’s angle,' and they let her on, because, as she said, no one gave a hoot about the woman’s angle. It served as the perfect forged passport for her," said Somerville.

Once on board the hospital ship, Gellhorn locked herself into a bathroom until they sailed. When the ship docked in Normandy, she waded ashore through waist-deep water with some of the medical officers.

"She became the only woman and the only war correspondent to be actually on the beaches at Normandy, evacuating the wounded."

Though she was there as a journalist to write about the event, she couldn’t help but tend to the wounded soldiers. She had an uncanny ability, Somerville says, to focus on what needed to be done. So when she saw that the wounded were hungry and thirsty, she set to work.

"She just took it in her stride and found somebody who could bring teapots to tip into their mouths,if they couldn't hold a glass. She just took charge and made sure that they got something," Somerville said.

She also managed to be one of many correspondents who wrote about D Day.

"The incredible thing about D-Day is that accredited correspondents produced 700,000 words of text, just about D-Day," Somerville said. "Martha was one of them. She had a piece called 'Over and Back' that Collier’s published."

Gellhorn went on to report into her old age, from all corners of the globe. She filed her last piece, about the murdered street children of Salvador, Brazil, more than 50 years after D-Day, when she was 87 years old.

Yours, For Probably Always: Martha Gellhorn’s Letters of Love and War, 1930-1949 by Janet Somerville is available at the link above, or wherever you buy your books.

[shoujo-dump]

Museru Kurai no Ai o Ageru

[debora-goth]

[an-experienced-gentleman]

My hand fits well in yours.

Six Sexy Words

[heartofmuse]

When you say I am yours it's such a thrill I feel inside. I am yours because now I am a part of your soul, for you give me such love and care that my heart cannot but surrender to your touch and proclaim itself yours. I am yours by choice,and what can be more grand than the most willing and complete surrender of the soul into another's hands, into another's care? So, beloved, when you say I am yours, I truly am in all the ways known to God and man.

e.v.e. (Yours)

[justalittleginagain]

[gently-yours]

Push me down on my back and get into position as if you're gonna sit on my face, but then just hold there. I wanna see your pussy hover above my face like a gaping maw waiting to consume me, so wet that it's dripping on my face like it's salivating. I want to smell your arousal like a prey animal smells a predator upwind. I want to lay there defenseless, and I want to see you tense right before you strike, ready to use me for your pleasure.

[xxxxlovexxxx]

you are my favourite notification

[erxs-love]

wh@re sister

what I want is another slave with me who will work for daddy, my slave sister. We mostly hate each other, we are always competing for our masters attention but sometimes when master leaves us not cumming all day we help each out. She will suck on my cunnie and I will suck on hers and put my fingers so deep in her, I will make her cum so much because who wouldn’t do that for their sister? the next day, master noticed us being flirty and teasey with each other, he asks what happened between us and we can’t lie to master- we tell him everything. as punishment master tells us to hit each other and the one who causes more harm than the other can drink masters p!ss, and let’s just say by the end of the day one of us has a black eye.

[yeesiine]

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I guess it's nothing now..

[flara23]

Hello! I'm new here.

[loquarocoeur]

It’s so strange that your lestappen universe is so new but also the blue print. Sweet, needy, and annoyed-that-he-is-both bottom Max? Amazing. Soft, confident, love-struck-and-dominant top Charles? Fantastic.

We saw exactly how Max started losing his sanity when it came to Charles in Max’s pov but I think there needs to be some unhinged Charles appreciation. Man saw Max let his walls down exactly one (?!) time and just went completely let me see what I can get away with here while becoming more and more down bad to a frankly embarrassing extent. The only difference is that he doesn’t try to hide it in your verse. What I would give to see into his brain even if your max pov is so so well done!

This ask is something so precious to me I just want you to know🥺

No but literally idek how that happened because I remember when I started writing it I wasn't sure quite what Charles was going to be like, I only had the sex dynamic decided on (you know me) and then as I was writing he just got away from me and I was honestly just a bystander watching him progressively lose more hinge

And then I guess I just decided fuck the hinges, he's obsessed with Max, who isn't

As I've been reading through Yours again (because I am STILL removing typos) I have such visceral imagery of some of the scenes from Charles' perspective ngl