#gets it all

[lured-into-wonderland]

Can I call you Satan's pet and have you stride by the side of the whore of the under lord? I've done this to thousands of men, all those who deserve an eternity alone to sail along the river sticks.

+ Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere I've lost my lights I toss and turn I can't sleep at night +

Your body is burdened from your almighty skin of armour. If I was to remove them…would you not just flee…would you not rip my body to shreds?; murder longs in your eyes, full of hatred for me. Use it, shape it, and learn from it.

Your teeth are as sharp as I wished them to be, grazing my hand, licking the wound, like the dog you have become. You came to show me god, but in mother natures playground I am your saviour. I have washed away all your sins, cleansed you from your unclean body. Filthy, rotten, sinful humans. Who try to better world only with more filth.

Who think it is socially acceptable to hang a man or woman in public for their joy and entertainment.

Who think that God died for their sins.

I thank God for the suffering. To have his hand guide them to my domain.

+ The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the mid-nightmare trampling of dreams +

She would smile; demented, twisted happiness as she watched you cower and slowly, she leaned back, moving her hand away from him, slowly, without worry if she was to ever bleed again.

" …I will remove your suffering…you will not attack me…I am your master now… "

And slowly, as she spoke those words again and again she reached over and removed the pieces of armour that caused him so much pain. In reality, she knew that he would not attack; she could end his life in a blink of an eye, just as easily as she has created it.

" …I have cleaned you…be pure…stay by my side… "

She spoke again and again, preaching uncleanliness, preaching purity and washing away the sins.

+ No, I was no snow white breaking men like ice. +

Soon enough she had taken off the last piece of his armour that weighed him down. She would let him stand; she would look at him, and wait. She was standing in the snow; she was almost invisible, her white skin… those red eyes, that black hair.

+ She was divinity's creature that kissed in cold mirrors A queen of snow, far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere Dark liquored eyes, an Arabian nightmare

She shone on watercolours of my pond life as pearl Until those who couldn't have her, cut her free of this world +

He was there. Around her feet. Stripped of everything. She gave him a new life. Painless. But that was just an illusion. Indeed, she offered him a promise of a madness. A promise of her violence and his suffering. An alluring promise wrapped in the silk of her beauty. Of her soft tone. Of her caring hands.

She was like a siren: a dangerous temptation that offered l o v e. But it was a cold love; a cold and evil feeling like herself. Cause she could not love. She was not a snow white. She was an evil queen. But why?

Had she FORGOTTEN how to love or couldn’t she love at all?

She was like a siren who was to call in so many for the endless search for a man who would prove to be worth of her love. Of her loyalty. But could anyone truly pour happiness the queen’s heart? Should anyone even try?

But was she a queen? Or rather an abandoned CHILD who was saved by the cold. By the endless winter. Who sacrificed her emotions to survive? Yes, she was cold and entitled but desperately looking for a g e n t l e hand that would caress her cheek. For the lips that would kiss her, rock her into the sleep, and wake her up with a loving touch in the morning.

But could anyone give that to her? Could she APPRECIATE and RECIPROCATE the gesture? The feeling? The touch? Love? Or was she just in the instant chase after something that was taken away from her? By the nature of what she was. By the choice of what she had become.

She was born one winter morning. When snow was thick and winds were cold. No mother. No father. A child. A girl. Saved or cursed by cruel gods. Raised by people who loathed her; and feared her all the same. She envied them and hated them. All the same. Until she understood she was better. Until that power that was inside her possessed her.

Or perhaps she simply had learnt how to use it? She had become a queen. A queen she was now. Feared. Feared; she was always feared. But now she was also admired. And worshipped for granting the eternal happiness. No matter how fake it was. They didn't know that.

She finally knelt. Close to her new victim. So much suffering in this world. So much suffering that only she could embrace.

Her new lover. Her new wolf. Her new chance.

HIS NEW CHANCE?

Her white cold hand caressed his fur; he was home here with her. He only needed to show that he was ready to reject all of his previous life. That he was now here; living only for her. That she was everything he needed. Or rather everything he WANTED. She’d become everything. His air to breathe. His food to eat. His mother. His father. His wife. His goddess.

His happiness or his sorrow.

“I have been waiting for you all my life…” – she whispered to his ear as she was nuzzling her white face into his white fur. He had claws and teeth to protect her from her enemies, but she didn’t need the protection. Unless from herself. But could anyone protect her in such a way?

“I have been waiting for you all my life…”

How many times did she repeat these words and how many times would she have to say them again? Her heart was beating faster, but the queen’s eyes (and heart) remained cold. Would this be the last time?

“Don’t disappoint me…” – a plea or a thread? She nuzzles into him. Like a child playing with a dog. But she’s not a child.

And he’s not a dog. A wolf? Sent to kill her? Or to save her.

“We’ll be so happy together…” – if you fully accept me.

Reject her! Reject her now! These were the mountains whispering. The waters of a lake singing to warn him. The trees. The sky. The ground covered in snow.

BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.

He was hers.

@fallesto

[reconstructwriter]

Is my memory wrong or is this not also a time-honored tradition among pirates who are posthumously thanked for their contributions by the historians of present

I support piracy obviously but I double support academic piracy because there’s not even any argument to be made about taking away royalty money from academics, you don’t get paid for publications, you’re literally just submitting your work to a private publishing house that makes millions of dollars off of it

[andisupreme]

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

[jerrycummblr]

It's really simple. If you're born with a vagina and you naturally have elevated testosterone levels, you're a man. If you have a vagina and you take testosterone, you're a woman. But also if you have a vagina, you'll never be a man. But also if you have higher testosterone then you were never a woman. Woman never yes man a vagina testosterone no was an elevated. Vagina man.

[codecicle]

Guys I'm so glad everyone loves hit JRWI campaign: The Suckening so much. 12 thousand notes on just a thumbnail that's so cool. Anyone think about emizel pussy-out post revival

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[singinginthecar]

south africa was banned in the olympics in 1964, 1968, 1972, 1976, 1980, 1984, 1988 & 1992. a total of 8 times. for 28 years they didn't set foot in the olympics. you know why? apartheid. apparently the olympics disagreed with the apartheid regime in south africa. russia & belarus aren't allowed to take part in the olympics this year. you know why? because of their involvement in the war in ukraine. several countries throughout history haven't been allowed to participate in the olympics because of various reason from their involvement in war to human rights abuses. now if the olympics aren't blind to all that... why in the world are they blind to what israel has been doing to gaza for the past 10 months? why is a genocidal apartheid nation allowed to participate in the olympics when any other country in its place would've been banned?

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[sleepygaymerdisease]

[drsarcasticraspberry]

truly the wildest thing about all the Bridgerton discourse about "is Nicola Coughlan too FAT to be a convincing love interest???" is that in many ways she actually looks better in the period costumes than her thinner counterparts because she has the figure to really fill them out. those dresses are incredibly flattering on larger bodies because they emphasise the bust and cleavage whilst creating a very elegant silhouette. there's something unintentionally hilarious about hearing pearl-clutching in the distance over "idk is this FAT WOMAN sexy enough to be believable as an object of lust??" whilst Penelope Featherington's majestic heaving bosoms are almost spilling out of her dress in a category 5 titty event. if anything she's too sexy. they had to spend the first two seasons putting her in ugly dresses in a desperate attempt to conceal the fact that she's serving more cunt than the entire itty bitty titty committee combined

[aimasup]

Favouritism

Bill get a hold of yourself man

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[noodles-and-tea]

B plot where Mabel joins the fireside girls

[muffinlance]

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"