#consumption as love

[september-poetry]

touch

do we have to touch?

are your words enough?

i feel my sense of self burning up

warmth ripples through my veins

under my skin

can you see it?

bubbling over

dripping down my throat

blood mixed with fire

hear me choke

liquid fills me up

im drowning

how do you breathe through desire?

how can you stand it?

do you feel it?

love pooling at your collarbones?

seeping into your bones?

stripping down bare

exposed

will you hold my organs in your hands

the crook of your neck a pillow

in the bed of my eternal sleep

will you disembowel my body

my heart in a box under your floorboards

do you hear me beating?

would you keep me close?

use me as compost for your next lover

ill let you feed on what's left of me

its all-consuming

the want

the need

the craving

if you swallow me down

then at least i have been held one last time

23 / 04 / 24

[jewishrat420]

steddie ‘consumption as love’ blurb

tags: blood, guts, surgery, death, organ harvesting/transplant, graphic descriptions of violence, just generally grey’s anatomy type shit if they were really weird, very graphic

gang this one is real fucked up i BEG of you to proceed with caution. READ THE TAGS!!!

eddie would start out asking steve for a vial of his blood to wear around his neck. it’s certainly not the craziest thing he could ask, and by no means goes anywhere near the depths of his desires. these bone-deep, animalistic desires that threaten to overtake him every time he’s around him.

it’d start off with a vial of blood.

steve would reluctantly agree, if only because his boyfriend is weird as fuck and like, what’s the harm? they’ve all seen enough of each other’s insides, lord knows steve’s overdue for a blood test anyways. may as well, right?

it starts off that way.

in the end, steve’s decrepit body lay cold and pale in the bed they used to share.

he’s breathing, barely, his lungs rattling with the effort. messy stitches stretch across his abdomen like song lyrics scrawled in eddie’s journal. the handiwork is uneven, done by amateur fingers.

eddie’s tongue pokes out in concentration as he drags the knife across steve’s stomach. careful not to break the scars that have so tediously worked themselves into closure, his hand barely shakes this time around.

it takes a long time. harvesting organs is excruciatingly difficult, especially for someone with no formal training.

but he gets it.

after hours or days, steve’s raspy breathing only interrupted by weak moans, eddie’s hands wrap tenderly around one of the last viable organs in his body. he grips it carefully, fingers digging into the soft tissue.

eddie carries it over to a metal tin, laying on a bed of ice. he places it inside and makes his way back to his boyfriend.

he picks up the needle, a line of thread, and lovingly, painstakingly, stitches his lover back together.

the line is straighter this time, and he pats himself on the back. thinks steve will be quite proud of this one.

but steve’s long since stopped breathing. eddie doesn’t know when the rattling turned into gasping, when he started imagining it instead.

but he’s not worried about that right now.

right now, he’s laying down on the bed next to steve.

he’s bringing the tray over and placing it next to him.

he’s grabbing a scalpel, the same one he used on steve, and he’s gritting his teeth as he drags a red line across his own abdomen.

he’s looking past the dizziness, gasping against the pain, as he repeats the procedure on himself.

he’s careful not to drop his own organ as he takes it out and places it in the empty tin next to him, tinged red with steve’s blood.

he’s taking steve’s organ, he’s placing it into the cavity of his own abdomen.

he’s relishing in the feeling of his boyfriend’s blood beating beside his own. of the relentless ebb and flow of their shared vitality.

he doesn’t bother sewing himself back up. he simply holds steve’s hand, lets his, their blood bond their skin, and closes his eyes.

he joins steve in the afterlife with mismatched organs and hearts that beat in tandem.

[dirafames]

[jesse-pinko]

As someone who works w animals “animals are not mindless automatons, they actually do have feelings and individuality and are capable of feeling acute physical and emotional pain and of forming deep attachments with other animals and people” and “animals are not human infants and have a limited capacity to communicate with humans so you have to familiarize yourself with their boundaries bc if they feel threatened or overstimulated they will fall back on their basic instincts and if you fuck around you are going to find out” are statements that can and should coexist

[mandymovie]

Autobiography of a Wound, Brynne Rebele-Henry / X / Blythe Baird “If My Body Could Speak”

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[artemis-pendragon]

The way Crowley is a creator whose greatest strength is imagination and Aziraphale's favorite past-time is reading fiction. absolutely insane how many layers there are to these two. they're just so woven into each other. anyway. I'm going feral again don't mind me

[vulpinae]

“I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.” - Carmilla, 1872

[oceanvuongs]

tatsuki fujimoto

[keefechambers]

Nope + seeing/being seen

[desoletongue]

Working on journalling. Maybe once I get going I'll actually introduce myself, for right now have some disparate thoughts -

I've been thinking a lot on consumption as love of late. I think it's a combination of fear manifesting and the media that I've been interacting with by choice, regardless I don't mind it. It did cause me pause when I thought about whether it was another manifestation of those too big feelings I get. Like I just love stuff so much and most of the time that seems to express itself by way of the intense need to bite (I would like to reassure that I actually very rarely commit to the biting, but I think of it often) and the natural conclusion of that I suppose. I'm adding more into my world lore related to that so something positive is coming out of this experience. 11/07/22

[moeblob]

Someone pointed out "Alex is the glass half full guy and Shane is the glass half empty but he's working on it guy" and so true.

I think Alex is a finger guns kind of guy and I have nothing to support this claim but I'm gonna stand my ground on it. (Alex also just kinda lost on if the blushing or the tearing up is more important and did HE PERSONALLY mess up saying this because he sure as heck doesn't know.)

[honeytonedhottie]

breaking the cycle⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍭

do u catch urself in a cycle of consuming loa content -> getting motivated -> when the motivation wears off u go back to looking for something that clicks and motivates you again?

BREAK THE CYCLE TODAY. please try and limit ur loa content consumption because everyone has different opinions and tips and it can all get rly complicated rly fast. literally just affirm. the good thing about loa is that it’s EASY and we’ve been doing it all our lives.

it’s literally the simplest thing in the world so keep it that way. you can’t screw it up i pinky promise. don’t over consume and don’t confuse urself. literally. just. affirm.

[xeemaee]

please do yourself a favor and read the labru cannibalism comic. here’s the link. do it. even if you think it won’t be your thing cause of the cannibalism like… no its so good please read it. like is it smut? yes? no? maybe?? is it cannibalism? yeah but no????? are there dungeon meshi spoilers???? yes but also not very obvious ones?????? just…. read it.

[feral-ballad]

Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “you still eat away at me, more and more, insatiably. I’m stupid, I let you do it. But you’re stupid, too. You don’t realize that by eating me you’re poisoning yourself,”]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Market based mistakes.

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