(the purpose of the bayonett)
what is the purpose of the bayonett?
You pretend that they don’t know,
while it sits meaningfully in the corner, leaning on the wall.
Don’t you know that if you keep these weapons,
you will in time be forced to justify them?
Come up with some reason why you’re keeping,
why you’re spending all the money on these,
and not, who knows what. Bike Lanes. Student Loans. Healthcare.
Anything that is kept will in time seek to justify itself.
Drumming up fear – the atom bomb sits at the negotiationg table.
don’t you think,
that if you keep on hoarding all these weapons,
in time there will come a day where they may be used?
si vis pacem,
parabellum straight to the head and shoot
all the ones lined up.
And no, they will not learn from it,
it will not be some last time or mean anything in particular,
not the blood you bleed,
and not the blood you shed.
Poison rain sulphur phosphorus burn,
scorching holes in the flesh to the bone,
swiss cheese of moonscape relief,
buildings blending and melting and twisting until you can’t discern up our down,
flesh coating the walls.
Folding into -
swiftly to hell in a handbasket.
Thermobaric poor man’s nuke,
fallout acid rain in long-poisoned bays.
Maimed lived with no hope that yet screech to live.
What is the purpose of the bayonett?
It is the purpose that it’s always been.
What is the purpose of the bayonett?
The purpose of the bayonett is to
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Silver
tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet
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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.
“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it.
Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips.
Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly.
Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop.
He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.
“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly.
Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up.
He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue.
So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.
Water.
He needed water.
This was going to be a long night.
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Y’all I’m cooking a theory
So we’ve all come to the conclusion that *the prophecy* of FOB MCR DNP (and ignoring P!ATD) doing the whole shabang IS gonna happen at the LA show, but what if that’s not all? Like omg it’s just their wedding. Gerard’s officiating in the Joan of Arc fit, sister Daniel is somehow attending their wedding as a separate person, and every lesbian in the entire universe comes together as one and does that thing kinda like in my little pony where it’s super dark and them there’s the BRIGHTNESS LOVE PEACE KABOOM THINGY and then all of the world turns back to normal THATS GONNA HAPPEN. THE LES-BEAM. hatsune miku will also be there, I haven’t quite figured out her “role” in this situation yet. OMG THE BLACK PARADE GETS HAPPY I’m so smart AND THEY ANNOUNCE THEYRE UNCANCELLING YURI ON ICE SEASON 2/ICE ADOLESCENCE. We’re all serving too much cunt, so many political figures are gonna die
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