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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

I should probably have a pinned post or something, as people seem to do that. My pronouns are anything that isn’t he/she, call me whatever nickname you want if you aren’t going to be rude about it, here’s my ao3 account where I’ve actually started posting my writing. Oh, and also have a carrd because I think that’s a thing?

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punkitt-is-here
horde-princess

she-ra is still so so funny to me like. as a concept

dreamworks/netflix/mattel: ok mr. stevenson, we’d like this reboot to be a fun kids show with a good story for the whole family and lots of nostalgia to bring in revenue for the franchise etc. sound good?

nate stevenson, planning a story in his head where pop culture icon & beloved 80s childrens hero She-Ra is a brainwashed christian imperialist soldier who has a sexuality crisis over her gay arch enemy for 5 seasons then kills god by kissing her: mhm yes absolutely

wait WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN SHE RA??????
doomedideas
doomedideas

do you rip the pomegranate apart, or do you take the knife and make the clean incisions? do you follow the line that the rind makes, save every seed you can only to force the segments that you’ve made to separate? pluck every bleeding pip and bite until the core of it is crushed between your teeth? use the tip of the blade to wedge out each remaining gem, hidden in white flesh and red skin? there is no wrong way to devour. but do you tear the thing in half or are you far more careful? do you have the strength to crack open the hull of it, or have you been made to use tools and strategy for your brutality? i’ve never been able to finish a pomegranate in one sitting. but after i’ve carved it open i cannot sleep- arriving in the kitchen each midnight, hands and knives and nails digging in. the dissection lasts for days, only performed under fluorescent light, with every star kept from me by glass and walls and ceiling. the juice drips into my nailbeds, the corners of my mouth. bloodstained hands. there is only so much the knife can do in wresting the treasure free- no matter how you open it, the stains will still seep in.

doomedideas

anyways hi i used to walk in the fenced off area by the power poles. the place where the coyotes roamed. some of it was my land and some of it was my neighbors’, but most of it was dead brush and electric humming. on the lower side some people had gardens that they’d forgotten to tend to. trees that were more like bushes, but that still bore fruit for the deer to eat. i’d pluck pomegranates and bring them home. the first time i googled a guide on how to do it perfect, and every time since i’ve followed the exact same procedure. slice off the top, then score lines down the side of the fruit in each place where the flesh is thickest. crack it open and eat. maybe by now i could try another way, but maybe i’d fail. maybe i’d mess up. the possibility isn’t worth the attempt.

do you rip the pomegranate apart, or do you take the knife and make the clean incisions? do you follow the line that the rind makes, save every seed you can only to force the segments that you’ve made to separate? pluck every bleeding pip and bite until the core of it is crushed between your teeth? use the tip of the blade to wedge out each remaining gem, hidden in white flesh and red skin? there is no wrong way to devour. but do you tear the thing in half or are you far more careful? do you have the strength to crack open the hull of it, or have you been made to use tools and strategy for your brutality? i’ve never been able to finish a pomegranate in one sitting. but after i’ve carved it open i cannot sleep- arriving in the kitchen each midnight, hands and knives and nails digging in. the dissection lasts for days, only performed under fluorescent light, with every star kept from me by glass and walls and ceiling. the juice drips into my nailbeds, the corners of my mouth. bloodstained hands. there is only so much the knife can do in wresting the treasure free- no matter how you open it, the stains will still seep in.

moonchemistry
alexanderpearce

ship ask game 😁1 Who would be first to to bite down anc consume the flesh of the other, euphoric in the taste and the heft and the slide of the blood 2. who is the ant and who is the ophiocordyceps fungus? 3. who is the dog and who is the master? 4 when the roles are blurred or reversed who would be first to die and how? would it be by bulletwound? the phallic blade? strangulation? 5. Cocaine or Heroin? 6. who licks up the other’s cigarette ash? 7 who is julius caesar and who is brutus? 8. who is jesus and who is judas? 9. did jesus want it? did julius caesar know it was coming? are the betrayed ever proud? 10. who is irrumatus and who is irrumans? who is pedicatus and who is pedicans? 11. did they ever kiss and why not? 12 if they are two sides of the same coin who is heads and who is tails? 13. and if the coin was the holey dollar? 14. And if the dog bit back? 15 and if the dog bit back? 16 and if the dog bit back? 17 and if the dog bit back? 18 and if the dog bit back? 19 and if the dog bit back? 20. Who buys the other flowers?🥰

ghostofadragon
rollercoasterwords

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

i could write a thousand words on the different meanings that this has to me. but i could write a thousand words on anything and now it is enough to be a lamb and know that other lambs have priests that always choose them same as mine does