#wait I didn't actually post this thing?

[king-of-men]

The Battle Hymn of the Republic is probably most familiar as music; but in translating it I found that it is really excellent as poetry. Consider that famous phrase, "the grapes of wrath"; it is a dead metaphor now in English, killed by overuse out of its original context. Seeing it with the fresh eyes of a different language let me appreciate the power of the image: The grapes of wrath, from which are made the wine of wrath - heavy on the tongue, hot in the belly, a fire in the blood; the wine that soldiers drink before battle, that makes them charge the cannon's mouth. It's a phrase anchored in physicality, if you don't slide right past it through familiarity; "He is trampling out the vintage" - I am pleased that in Norwegian I was able to add an additional verb here, "han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt". I don't know if Mrs Howe had drunk of the wine of wrath herself; but when she wrote that, she'd surely had a glass or two of the mead of poetry.

I have dropped the refrain "Glory, glory, hallelujah", which relies for its best effect on being sung by several hundred deep male voices marching down a dusty road with a battle at its end; it is fine music but does not really contribute to the poetry of the words alone. I've kept, however, the concluding "…is marching on" that punctuates each verse, making it "…er i anmarsj", slightly archaic Norwegian that fits well with the religious imagery. This turned out to be the most difficult part to illustrate, in a poem in which I struggled much more with the images than the words; in the end I gave up on getting any sort of metaphor for "truth marching on" through StableDiffusion, which I used for the triple-alpha rhymes, and instead put in contemporary paintings and drawings. At any rate this serves to mark the refrains as distinct from the main verses.

The final line, which Howe wrote as "let us die to make men free", is now often sung as "let us live to make men free", presumably on the theory that dead men do not actually accomplish very much and the real goal is to make the other side's soldiers die for their cause. The argument has undoubted force. On the other hand, so many of the men who sang these words in deadly earnest genuinely did die to free the slaves; died by the hundreds of thousands, by bullet and canister and cholera. My translation, somewhat unfortunately, avoids the difficulty entirely with "menns frihet er vårt krav"; the triple-alpha rhyme scheme is a cruel master here, and I could not find any way to work in either life or death.

Jeg har sett med egne øyne Herren komme i sin makt; han har trampet ut en årgang og av vredens druer smakt. Han har sluppet asgardsreien løs og lyn fra sverdet brakt. Hans sannhet i anmarsj!

I hundre vaktmenns leirbål har jeg sett ham klar til kamp; de har reist for ham et alter her i aftnens røk og damp; en rettferdig dom jeg leser, og jeg hører bødlens tramp: Hans dag er i anmarsj!

Jeg har sett hans skrifter flamme i stål og krigersk mot: ``Forakt skal dere hevne, og jeg tilgir deres bot''; la helten, født av kvinne, knuse slangen under fot, For Gud er i anmarsj!

Vi har hørt trompeten kalle, det blir aldri mer retrett; han veier alles hjerter, for hans domstol er vi stedt; Vær rask, min sjel, å svare ham; føtter, vær beredt! Vår gud er i anmarsj!

Han ble født i liljens skjønnhet langt der borte over hav; i hans bryst var det en glorie som hver enkelt nåde gav. Han døde for menns synder, og menns frihet er vårt krav! For Gud er i anmarsj!

[starry-bi-sky]

this just in: danny fenton is just as much of a mask as Brucie Wayne? - another danyal al ghul au

Turns out, being placed in a civilian family who have no knowledge of your background is actually detrimental to the health and development of a child assassin due to lack of proper support! Surrounded by strangers in a foreign city, Danyal Al Ghul does as assassins do best. He hides. Espionage is one of many teachings one learns in the League, and it only takes half a day for Danyal to construct a new persona to hide behind: Daniel Fenton.

By the time dinner rolls around, Danyal al Ghul is safely and securely tucked behind the face of Danny Fenton; brand new adoptive child of the Fenton family who came from overseas. A shy, quiet little boy with a thick accent and curly hair, with brown skin and blue eyes, and an avid interest in the stars. The best fictions are always cobbled together in a little bit of truth, it's some of the only truth he ever lets through. He apologizes in a meek voice for his behavior early, he didn't mean to be rude, and he watches the three of them eat it up with coos.

Lies roll like silk against his lips, he struggles to meet their eyes and offers them his weakest, shyest smile. It's too easy. It's easy to go from there.

Danny Fenton, adoptive son, shy and awkward and unconfident but friendly. Who struggles in his classes and isn't the brightest, but tries his hardest. He makes bad jokes and has a quick tongue and a sarcastic mouth. He wants to be an astronaut. He's got the best aim in school, and is a terrifying dodgeball player. He's one of the least athletic kids in his grade.

It's like playing two truths and a lie, but there's only one truth, and the rest are lies. It's easy to pretend when he knows it's insincere.

Danyal Al Ghul, grandson to the Demon Head. Deadly, trained assassin. Has spilled blood, has had blood spilt from. Environmentalist, animal activist. He loves the stars. He owns a calligraphy set. A sharp tongue, an even sharper blade. He's clever, quick-witted, he would be top of his grade if he tried harder. He purposely doesn't.

He misses his family. He misses his mother, and he misses his brother. Mother visits a few times a year, so few times that he can count it on both hands. He cherishes every visit, as brief as they are. It helps remind him who he is.

Sam and Tucker are Danny's best friends. They've never met Danyal, but Danyal's met them.

It becomes routine to become Danny Fenton. As familiar and as easy as pulling on a shirt in the morning. Danyal wakes up and is always first to the bathroom in the mornings; stares at himself in the mirror until he can finally see Danny staring back at him. At night, he locks his door and sheds the mask.

Dying throws a wrench in his mask; splits a crack straight through the porcelain. He's able to smooth it over with sandpaper and liquid gold, but it's a little hard keeping his ghost form under wraps. It instinctively wants to shift to show his true self. Danyal can't have that, he's spent four years as Danny Fenton, he'll spend another four as him as well. Even if the feeling of the hazmat suit in his ghost form feels restrictive, like a too-small shirt suctioned to his skin that needs to be peeled off.

He'll live. Er-- well, you know what he means. It's frustrating however, trying to keep his Danny Fenton mask up even as Phantom - fighting in the air is something he needs to get used to, and the sudden propping of powers throws him off. But he is nothing if not adaptive, and he hates that he needs to slow his own skills down in order to keep pretenses up in front of Sam and Tucker.

The first time Danyal summons a sword when he's alone, is one of the few times Danyal gets to grin instead of Danny. He's fighting Skulker, and from an invisible hilt he draws a katana from thin air. It startles them both. Skulker takes a step back at the smile that spreads across his face.

They're both silent as Danyal examines his new sword.

"Do you know what people like me do to people like you, poacher?" Danyal finally asks him, the accent he began to hide a few months in slipping through. He drops all pretense, dragging the flat end of the blade slow and appreciatively against his palm. It's a good make, and when he cuts it through the air, it slices through like butter. He looks up at Skulker with a smile; "are you ready to find out?"

When Sam and Tucker ask about why Skulker seems so skittish around Danny now, Danny shrugs at them and says with a playful smile; "I don't know, I guess I kicked his butt too hard after our last fight." and he watches as Sam rolls her eyes exasperatedly, and Tucker snickers with his own joke.

By the time he reunites with Damian before their 15th birthday, Danyal is buried beneath so many layers of Danny Fenton that his brother will need a shovel to dig him out. He's not sure what he'll find.

[bread-wizards]

I actually think Dorian and Orym should fight more.

Remember when their slowly building tension over and entire episode (full of passive aggressive remarks and blame throwing) led to threats? And how after, Orym thanked Dorian for handing over the crown sadly because he knew Dorian would be mad at him? And Dorian couldn't even look at him because he was legitimately hurt, thinking Orym was disappointed in him for doing what he thought was right? That was peak.

The fact they went from that to their current closeness and trust is the best part of their entire dynamic. Their relationship was hard fought and still will be. They will fight for it because they respect and care for one another deeply, and their disagreements don't change that, only improve it.

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

The thing no one ever considers while writing up character analyses about Merlin is that. he must have been sooooooo sleepy.

[alluralater]

straddling her while she’s lying on the warm wood floor beneath me, my thighs on either side of her waist. tracing up the length of her arms and shoulders before allowing my hands to then meet in the hollow of her throat. her heart is beating quicker here. thumpthump thumpthump. wrapping the fingers of my right hand loosely around her neck and letting her squirm a little. you’re quite eager tonight, aren’t you? she doesn’t respond, instead crossing her arms just below her chest. that's perfectly fine. the flare in her cheeks is confirmation enough. leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the corner of her jaw. tapping her artery with my middle finger and taking in the slightest of scents from her messy hair. she smells like nature come to life. deeper inhale, this time much closer to her and i feel her body tensing. she's bracing for a bite. silly darling. i bring my lips toward her ear and teasingly click my front teeth, an innocuous little question falling from between thereafter. exactly what gets you wet, princess?

pulling slightly away, waiting for her to tell me. she's averting her gaze, lips pursed together. admittedly she looks far too cute like this. surely yes, the paragon of purity while i have my hand around her neck and her body trapped under me. no? mmm. okay. well, i wonder— bringing my thigh between her legs, firm pressure to her sex without movement, followed by a tighter grip around her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. bringing my lips close to hers without touching. i want her to writhe with need, embarrassment. unable to escape my inquiries. do you like this? shaking her head side to side, squeezing her eyes shut tight for several seconds. i can feel her swallowing under my palm, clenching her jaw. no? you don’t like being held this way underneath me? slower response, this time whispered. ...no. her small voice of uncertainty is pleasure to the senses. i cannot help the smile forming in the corners of my lips, nor can she help tightening her forearms in an attempt to keep my narrowing, suspicion-laden eyes at bay. she knows i'm watching her— closely. her breasts are pushed higher up now. it would be too easy too soon, to pull the top of her sweetheart-neckline dress down and roll her sensitive nipples in my fingers until she admits all of her disgusting wants. a challenge like this is better. sweeter to the ears as her taste is to the mouth. and speaking of.

okay, pretty. taking her bottom lip suddenly between my teeth and speaking around it. okay. quickening breath between. then, a tiny moan she didn’t mean to let me hear. warm and broken. sliding my tongue across her lower lip, one long sweeping motion as i curl my fluid muscle sideways and taste her. sucking it between my lips. letting go before she is ready. i'm licking my lips and smiling wider. her moan is blood in the water. shark-bait. delicious foreshadowing. there’s my sweetheart. at this tiny bit of praise she is rolling her hips up to my thigh now, searching for an ounce of reciprocation, friction. that didn’t take much, did it? no response, she's whining. pulling back and away from her desperate mouth, i'm displeased with her silence. bunny, i’m talking to you. whimper in her throat as she closes her eyes and rocks harder to my thigh. sigh.

removing my fingers from her throat and bringing a hand up to her cheek. you should be listening. slapping her. hard. her little gasp of surprise sends a delicious exhale working through my muscles. to feel her shock while i'm on top of her like this is much too thrilling. her eyes fly open and i am already caressing the blooming expanse of red hues on her soft skin. i hit her again. this time her crossed arms slacken and fall apart, gorgeous eyes rolling back. there's nothing to keep us separated now aside from her darling dress. i feel her fingers on my waist, nails digging into my skin. how precious. she's hard up for something to push this energy into. look at me, bunny. as if she had been lost somewhere, she's refocusing her gaze on me, blinking a few times. interlock your fingers and stretch your arms over your head. now. she's a good girl. she does exactly as she's told. very good. her breasts are pressed flush to mine. my thigh between her legs. i love this view. watching with diligent observation how her lips swell and become a deeper shade of red. her heartbeat is racing now. she's shifting back and forth a bit, shoulder blades digging into the floor in this position. arms outstretched and held together. holding hands all alone. i want to lick her. ducking my head low and nipping at the corner of her jaw as she groans aloud and grinds her pussy to my leg. tell me something worth hearing, princess. tell me what gets you wet. they are words spoken in low murmurs against her flesh.

she's breathing faster, halfway between a whine and a groan is when she decides. my lips are busy working away what area my fingers were covering earlier. soft soft soft. i like this. i like— she stutters when i take her skin between my teeth and bite down hard, kicking her legs at the endurance of pain. i don't release her neck, rocking my thigh into her to distract her from it. go on. her breasts push into mine with each harsh breath. —i like how it feels when you call me yours. i nearly laugh against her. of all the things my filthy darling would venture to say, it is this. she is still shy. much too sweet. for a moment, the smile on my face and warmth in my chest fills me with disgust, revulsion for my own swelling emotion. but then, with the scent of her filling my next breath, i do not mind nor care. softness with her is no faulting or failing matter. i leave her neck and prop myself up on my extended arms, forcing my thigh into her harder, feeling the fabric of her panties sliding more and more easily overtop her wet skin. you're such a romantic. she smiles and moans louder, spurred on by the unexpected praise. finally pulling completely away from her, i center myself quickly between her thighs, taking grip of her just below her knees and dragging her to me, spreading her legs over the tops of my parted thighs as i kneel on my calves. oh pet. some whispered plea from my lips that she shouldn't have heard. fuck she looks... beautiful. truly a wonder, my bunny. dress wrinkled and resting around the middle of her thighs. her arms still reaching toward horizontal heavens, chest rising and falling, breathlessly awaiting the next turn of events.

it is my hands, crawling up her thighs. pushing with them the hem of her dress. textured fabric over soft skin. high. higher. just over the swell of her hips, circling them with my thumbs, stretching my fingers around her. i ignore her drenched panties. in a small while i will be pulling them to the side but for now— god help me, what a vision she is —i need to take my time with her. i allow the grooves in the pads of my thumbprints to take in every tiny change in her skin. stretch marks. perfection. i think she sees what has become of me, utterly mesmerized. she bends one leg at the knee and nudges me with it. getting lost? i shake my head and my eyes flick up to hers, dimple next to my mouth going deep. mmm. more like savoring the view. that shuts her up. the delicately satisfied smile on her lips is fuel for fantasy itself. my hands continue. over the dipping inward curves of her waist, thumbs to her ribs. stopping just below her breasts. soft everywhere, my love. i think i am going to lose my mind if i do not pick up the pace. her dress cinches tight here. too tight for my fingers to easily slide underneath.

please. her voice is a bit restrained. desperate.

i smile fondly at her. she is impatient. lower lip held between her teeth, ragged breath caught there too. she closes her eyes, and upon reopening— there she is, finally. my darling bunny with all her disgusting wants. romantic heart. perfect balance of the two. pushed far enough with need that she will tell me exactly what she wants. i can see her heart pounding in the hollow of her throat. thumpthump thumpthump. one deep breath to collect herself and she is setting me with a look of such certain bloodlust. hissing her demand through gritted teeth.

fucking rip it off.

[skrunksthatwunk]

landing

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

releasing this from the hj discord dungeon because the public populace was in agreement also i'm chronically offline on tumblr and need to fix that for my chronically online ahh

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

queer signalling: louis and harry living their beautiful queer lives, collected by me

since we must take note of our fellow queers when they signal that they are very much one of us, despite being closeted. since i've had a very very queer few years thanks to them, thanks to their signalling, thanks to them being brave.

(!! this list isn't exhaustive, and if i've forgotten your favorite, by all means let me know. there's always room for another edition. it's been a while since i made a compilation and felt there was a need of a new one on my blog. this one goes a few years back, since my last one dates from 2021 :'o. so yeah. here we go.)

harry in my policeman, playing a closeted queer man, based on the book that's long been one of his favorites. lauded by the director and co-stars for how well he portrayed this character, how well he understood.

harry wearing a green flower on his chest for the mp premiere, placing himself (once again) in the same line of history as oscar wilde.

louis's green flowers on his initial 28clothing jersey at the first afhf, which includes bonus roses and 28s all around

the entire late night talking mv bc!!!!!

louis's rainbow stage lights during sibwawc. he really did that. every single night.

the entire dazed magazine happening. “I’ve always tried to compartmentalise my personal life and my working life,” he explains. / “I have unlocked an ability to be myself completely, unapologetically,” he says with conviction." / “I think through my own sense of self and personal journey, I am realising that happiness isn’t this kind of end state.”

louis's gay exit songs: most notably 'ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've)'

harry flirting with stanley tucci

louis and his gay ass tank tops !!! we must point it out !!!!!!

all along

harry kissing a pride flag during harry's house ono in nyc

rainbow flare during the btm mv

harry being gifted a mask of his own face at munich n2, which prompted him to say that he feels like he's wearing a mask sometimes

28 in a triangle for 28clothing!!!!!!!!

kit connor soft launching 28 clothing. a young actor starring in a queer coming-of-age series, who was forced to come out after being accused of queerbaiting. he was the first one, besides louis, to wear 28clothing

harry's grammy's speech "people like me" (which ppl sadly misunderstood), echoing what he's been saying on tour for years. this doesn't happen to people like him. if they only knew, right?

harry's freddie-inspired outfit for the grammy carpet (which also brought back his theme for clown/jester fits, like harryween 2021 n2. wonder why)

louis's merch graphic where a boy is trying to smash a glass ceiling

harry posing for david hockney, actual living legend, gay artist of the ages. "Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio."

louis having suspicious visuals during back to you, the only visuals of that type on tour

harry's 2022 harryween outfit: dressed as danny (literally. he did that. he went grease on us.) but wearing sandy's jacket

louis at barricade aka held safely in the arms of strong security personnel

harry singing man, i feel like a woman and still the one with shania twain. while wearing a rainbow discoball jumpsuit (parallel with kacey musgraves wearing a rainbow dress to sing it with him years ago.)

louis's gay ass merch for the away from home festival

harry dressed in nina ricci by harris reed, an explicitly gender-fluid line. "At 18 I found myself living in london creating ruffle blouses, corsets, fabric flowers and flares from my kitchen floor (...). My creations at the time were met with nothing but criticism for being “too feminine” or “costume”, teachers said I should focus on “menswear” or “womenswear”. l remember it really wasn’t until I started dressing for myself and who I was that it all clicked. @harrystyles was my first ever client who embraced the fun, fluid and expressive clothing I was creating."

continuous bluegreening. to name a few: harry's werchter fit, all this time lights, satellite caps in two colors only, louis's smiley flickering bluegreen on tour in 2022, the james cordon shit, louis in uncasville. enjoy this post here

harry's snl shoot unseens: him as ariel

louis out in amsterdam at a gay bar

harry going to the women's only swimming pond (on a day it was open for men, but this is important to me okay)

harry's use of orchids in his visuals during 'she' during love on tour '23

the 'hairy mermaid' tour visuals

harry as a mermaid during the mfasr mv. as a supreme physical manifestation of harry as the mermaid he truly is inside. but in his true form he gets chopped up and consumed. literally

as it was mv and its parallels with the matrix, hints to harry as the woman with the red dress.

louis jumping up on barricade against the one spot where a pride flag was draped over it

oh yeah that exact same thing happened in 2022 too

harry forming a skirt with a pride flag in brasil after his pants ripped

that gay ass denim getup with the fur collar?? while wearing the fucking peace ring????

harry and phoebe breaking gender norms in the tpwk mv dance. no i'm not over it yet shut up

louis wearing a basquiat t-shirt, another famously queer artist joining the ranks

harry bought an actual genuine basquiat. flex

harry dressed in skirts for gucci

"happy pride! happy pride! 'tis the season! can you tell i'm relaxed?"

"isn't all of this sparkly bi music?"

satellite mv rainbow planet tshirt

louis's bigger than me promo where he's literally george michael like??? IM SORRY???????

harry kissing lewis capaldi at the brits

harry kissing nick kroll at the dwd premiere. lol

and... harry as friend of D O R O T H Y. sang over the rainbow. we all cried. especially me at this clip of harry glancing in relief at his band after over the rainbow.

[thingscanalwaysgetworse]

Still not over Jumanji (1995). Imagine being trapped in a game for 26 years where you have to face all manner of deadly animals (plus a deadly hunter who looks like your dad), and then you get back to the real world only to realize that nearly everyone you know is dead except for two people, one of whom is now a cop who keeps trying to arrest you and one of whom has so much trauma from the first time you played the game that she's convinced you don't exist. Also now there are two kids who started playing the game and you all have to finish it together or else the kids will get stuck too and the nightmare will never end

and then?? you finally complete the game and everything gets fixed but you're suddenly 12 years old again in 1969 like nothing happened?? and then??? 26 years later the kids you helped save don't remember you because technically you've never met??? but you don't even care because they're alive and they have their family again, and you’re happy for them, even if they’ll never know just how much you care about them

[cruelplatonic]

ruminating on 'the vees died despondent nobodies' thoughts

velvette interrogates vox after she hears him give various conflicting and bombastic accounts on air. a selection of these include: blew his brains out on live television, administered the death penalty for killing his "bitch wife," a tragic accident involving two shetland ponies, dubiously legal iranian yogurts, and a whole lot of cocaine. the actual cause was shockingly ordinary- a heart attack in front of the television, alone, his corpse only recovered after two weeks passed. he was watching a game show and his last mortal regret was never even learning who won, because he died during the commercials.

[restinpeacesensei]

traditional style 💖

[honeydots]

750 INIGORBS!!!

[derrygirlstrash]

Not to start shit, if you know me you know I'm a "ship and let ship" kinda gal and saying this I truly have no problem with James/Orla as a ship it harms no one and plenty of people like it, I like people having fun... that said...

I have never understood the common argument that James/Erin as a ship makes no sense and James/Orla should have been the ship instead. Often one of the arguments is that James/Erin wasn't set up while James/Orla was and I'm sorry... what? James/Erin have at least one ship heavy episode each season as well as plenty of background moments and several significant moments in Erin's Diary.

Even if you ignore all the background moments of the two holding hands, being inside each others personal space, the times where they're clearly matching and whatnot. There is at LEAST the implication that Erin would ignore her supposed crush for James, that she cares what he thinks, that Erin is James's type, that they're aligned in creative values and match each others energies, that Erin thinks he's handsome, that James thinks she's beautiful, that she can't imagine her life without him, etc.

James/Orla have some touchy moments... that's kinda all they have as far as romantic coding and I don't see how those two hugging in the Season 2 finale is somehow more significant than what setup James/Erin have throughout all the seasons.

Honestly, while I can see Orla liking James - you could build a case for it and convince me even though I see Orla as ace/aro in my own personal headcanons... no one has ever been able to give me a convincing argument for James liking Orla back. It kinda feels like you have to ignore that he never has a reason to fancy Orla back and just project onto him that.

Which, again, go off if that's your bag I think their friendship is fun and I could see making a ship out of it, but the common argument is that the SHOW makes a better case for James/Orla and like, no? No it really doesn't? It's just not main girl/main boy and some people really don't like that trope or Erin as a main and I think that if you say the show didn't set up James/Erin well and you argue the show would have been better with James/Orla based on what's in the show, you just might not like Erin very much?

I've also never been able to make sense of the argument that James/Erin is somehow the trope that 'guys and girls can't just be friends' like, is that not also James/Orla? Y'know, besides that Orla isn't a girl. They do use she/her during the show time period though and some people who argue this think Orla is a girl, they just think they're not THE girl. So somehow it's better even though it's the same thing.

Basically what I'm saying is that shipping is fun and we all oughta do it. Every ship besides the obvious ones is potentially fun and I'm down for it, but there is one ship the show was setting up and we all know what that ship was and I think it would be better if we all were honest about it.

PS: "James was gay the whole time!" Truthers, if you made it through this post somehow I'd like to offer a compromise: James Maguire is the most bisexual coded male character in media history we can all win here.

[narmothewraith]

How I imagine myself (aka want to be)

Vent in the tags (sorry in advance)

[unstablemotions]

people: you need to get an official diagnosis from a psychiatrist!!!

psychiatrists: *misdiagnosed me with different things like +4 times and filled me with unnecessary medicine*

[passthroughtime]

a sudden sunday kuwagami

been tagged by @jichanxo, @phantasy14 & @overdevelopedglasses

i hate my writing with burning passion atm (friendly reminder that if you have something to say about my wip, please say it, it really helps), so i decided to touch up some old drafts i have, with nothing special happening there as well. you know what this one is

Kuwana’s eyes light up with curiosity, and he puts his hand on the side of Yagami’s face, forcing him to look at him. Yagami shivers, his fists grip the blanket like a lifeline. Never before has Kuwana’s touch been that velvety soft. Yagami leans into it and closes his eyes, hating himself for it. He is a weak, weak man.

“Oh, Yagami,” the smug asshole says, caressing his cheek with a thumb gently, “do you need something from me? You can just ask.”

Yagami bites his lip, so he won’t physically be able to say anything. This is awful. He hates how little his body needs to react this way.

Kuwana hums and, shuffling closer, presses his lips to Yagami’s forehead. With a gasp, all self-respect leaves Yagami, and he leans to Kuwana’s neck for a kiss or a bite, but, from a lack of energy, settles on a wet touch. At least this, he thinks, mouthing at the neck helplessly, his breathing ragged, embarrassed from a thought that there is an actual possibility here for him to get off on this.