#banger change

[cainrising]

compilation of oscar overtakes that get me hard

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[fraternum-momentum]

SORRY WE ONLY SERVE CUNT IN THIS ESTABLISHMENT

[mischieviem]

That natural soup show or whatever

[hinamie]

red sky at dawn

chapter 3 of Like the Moon Haunts the Sun is out now!! first chapter release of 2025 yippee yay wahoo we hope u enjoy!! read from the beginning here ooh u wanna read from the beginning so badddd lmhs blog: @lmhsfic sam my love: @philosophiums

[fuedalreesespieces]

high key feel like ya'll are getting too caught up in the technicalities of whether or not odysseus should have been able to beat poseidon. if it served zero thematic purpose, maybe i'd consider it an issue, but the sheer image of odysseus stabbing poseidon over and over while shouting back his own teachings to him slots in perfectly with the ongoing message of the musical. genuinely i could care less lmao

[applejongho]

BE THE LIGHT, HALAZIA 🪶 ⤷ DECEMBER 30 2022

[orchaic]

but if i have the right to unsheathe this “legendary sword,” then i shall gratefully accept.

[moyazaika]

hmm

[heartorbit]

CONGRATS EMUKASA ON THE MARRIAGE

[god-of-fandoms]

throws ruth at you and runs away (rip the quality of the image)

have a lovely day!

-lee

[cattivorosa]

this week is awful i’m going to [remembers that suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] embark on change

[wyzzze]

In honor of valentines day, here's a list of my favorite zzz ships thus far 💌

[cosmosnout]

From here, I can tell you Thank you (for loving me)

Link to a TikTok with the song in the background!

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

tracks 1-4 (x)

[doobledabbadoo]

TOTAL DRAMA WORLD TOUR REDESIGNS RAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

DISCLAIMER: These designs are simply made for fun. Constructive criticism, feedback, and suggestions are appreciated as long as it’s respectful.

batch 1 (duncan, gwen, courtney, owen, leshawna, heather, geoff, bridgette, trent, and harold)

batch 2 (lindsay, tyler, izzy, eva, noah, cody, justin, ezekiel, dj, & beth)

sadie & katie

roti batch 1 (dawn, dakota, sam, lightning, scott, b, & staci)

roti batch 2 (brick, jo, zoey, mike, cameron, & anne maria)

chris mclean