#thirst for love

[icecreamwithjackdaniels]

“When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider world than the lion who has known only the wilds. While he was in captivity, there were only two worlds for him — the world of the cage, and the world outside the cage. Now he is free. He roars. He attacks people. He eats them. Yet he is not satisfied, for there is no third world that is neither the world of the cage nor the world outside the cage.”

— Yukio Mishima, Thirst for Love, 1950

[eternal--returned]

The heroine of Thirst for Love never comes to life because she is not really a woman at all but a subterfuge to enable Mishima to focus on the peasant lad who is the object of her passion—and his. At the same time she becomes a vehicle for realizing those obsessive impulses (including the homicidal) which her creator was able to enact only in fantasy. This is best observed in a scene at a temple festival. The entire household goes down to the village to watch "the demented spectacle" of one hundred young men abandon their nearly naked bodies to the intoxication of the festival dance. Only Saburo, who attracts Etsuko (and Mishima) because there is no consciousness interceding between his impulses and his actions, plunges into the wild dance and becomes indistinguishable from the others. Etsuko watches with envy; then abruptly she "relinquishes" all power over her legs and throws herself into the dance. She discovers Saburo and perceives his naked back as a bottomless ocean into which she longs to throw herself. The mob presses her against him, "causing her fingernails to gouge into his back. He did not even feel it... Etsuko felt his blood dripping between her fingers." Thus Mishima "relinquishes" himself, through Etsuko, to the frenzy of the forbidden dance that has called to him since childhood and will continue to call.

John Nathan ֍ Mishima: A Biography (1974) 

[falsenote]

Thirst for Love (1966)

[shojojidais]

What did Etsuko have to offer? Oh yes, two pairs of socks, one blue, one brown. Her gift of these to Saburo was all that tomorrow meant to Etsuko. She was not religious, yet like devoutly religious women, Etsuko found in the emptiness of her hopes the purest of meanings. She clung to these frail cords—one blue, one brown. By them she dangled from this impossible, murky, pitch-black, bloated balloon of a tomorrow; and where it would take her she did not think about. Not thinking about things was the basis of Etsuko's contentment. It was her reason for being.

Thirst for Love, Yukio Mishima

[masochistreader]

"[B]ut I don't have to worry about that. After all, there's no proof. To me this is a false diary, though no human being can be so honest as to become completely false."

— Yukio Mishima (Thirst for Love, 1950)

[autoeroticalgolania]

Thirst for Love by Yukio Mishima Brutality/elegance. Cruelty/passion. Two sides of a samurai’s blade. Learnt of Mishima by circumstance of his death; the samurais final honour, ritual suicide •hara-Kiri• Death as art. He was a man obsessed with youth, beauty and sensuality. So he disembowelled himself at 45 in his final act; a testimony to his belief that beauty peaks on the cusp of destruction… Thirst for Love feels very personal in the way the cold widow Etsuko falls into a maschocistic fantasy ‘Love’ with the servant boy Saburo. The whole book she’s on the edge of destroying the imaginary potential in desires stealing her sleep, by desperate confession. 

[The enumeration with an unspoken torture of unrequited queer love blazes through the refined prose.] Can feel long and slow at times but all the fetishistic descriptions of the environment, soaked with a longing of impossibility, adds to the excruciation. • “You have abused the ship of your spirit and denied yourself of harbour.” And my favourite..

“Just as in the morning the petals of the tiger lily wet with dew cling together as if they’ll never part, her nipples and his breast had clung together with sweat.”

[gillotto]

He’s supposed to be studying.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[thisshitisridiculous]

okay but daniel molloy pulitzer prize winning journalist who wrote a book in the twilight of his career about how vampires are real and now only comes out at night definitely has an actual cult following

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[shojojidais]

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Bunny Breeding

Warnings: MDNI, breeding kink, pet play, slight hybrid fetish

Xavier loves breeding his little bunny girl.

You're giggling as he chases you around the apartment while you wear a ridiculously short skirt with a cotton ball tail right at the top of your ass, a rabbit ear head band on top of your hair. Your tits bounce freely as you look for a place to hide but Xavier has already found you.

With a predatory chuckle he pounces and traps you under him on the sofa.

"No point in struggling little bunny," He murmurs in your ear, licking the shell. His large hands hold your hips and raise your ass, creating a a tempting arch in your back, his hand flipping up the flimsy skirt. His hot erection springs free against your plushy bottom before he adjusts himself, finding your moist core with ease, drawing a quavering moan from you as he stretches you open deliciously, bottoming out and filling you with his length so satisfyingly.

Your cries of pleasure are accompanied by a smile as your cheek is pressed into the cushions, squirming in faux protest as he pistons in and out of your willingly wet pussy.

"Thought you could run away from me did you?" His palm possessively cups the swell of your ass and squeezes. "Thought you could hop away without letting me breed your sweet little pussy?" Xavier grits his teeth as your walls involuntarily clench around him.

"Clearly you needed to be bred my little bunny. Your cunt keeps sucking me in, pulling me deeper and closer to your womb. Do you want me to fill up those fertile walls? Knock you up with my kits and make you a bunny mama?"

The words are growled hotly in your ears and all you can do is whimper, your rationality flying out the window.

"Yes...breed my little bunny pussy...I want your kits..." you whine, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin filling the air.

"That's a good girl. Raise those hips for me. Wouldn't want to waste this precious load now." You do as requested, your pussy slick from your arousal.

"Please make me a mama...I need you to fill me..."

Your soft pleading mewls are his undoing, and with a final thrust, Xavier buries himself inside your pussy, his cock twitching as his hot seed is released into your awaiting womb.

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[gaybuckybarnesss]

MANNY JACINTO Behind the scenes of The Acolyte

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake does one of those ‘Tim Drake Responds to Thirst Tweets' videos. At first, he's all awkward smiles and blushing as he reads the tweets. Some of them are flirty, some are downright bold, some he questions if they should even be told on camera, and he’s trying to stay composed, but you can tell he’s dying on the inside.

Then, as he gets to the last tweet, it's something like, ‘Can confirm: Tim Drake is even hotter in person, 12/10 would date again 😘,’ and he pauses, eyes narrowing, because that sounds way too familiar. The crew behind the camera is trying not to laugh, and it finally clicks for Tim.

Turns out, all of the thirst tweets were sent by his boyfriend, Danny, using fake accounts just to mess with him. Tim’s face just drops, and he mutters, 'I’m going to kill him,' but you can see the fond smile creeping in because he’s not actually mad—he’s just done with Danny's antics. Cue the video ending with Tim texting Danny something like, 'You’re so dead when I get home.' with the most murderous, yet flustered face ever.

And now, fans are losing their minds in the comments about how Danny would totally do that just to make Tim blush on camera (because its like hottest thing they've ever seen???)

[alien-grave]

“ShE’S a FrEaK WhY Is HeR DeMoN FoRm So CuTe?!??!!!!”

She’s a Pastel Goth monster fucking freak and it’s EVERYTHING. I love her. She’s perfection. Y’all are just cowards and not ready to handle someone as perfect as she. An absolute pastel goth QUEEN.