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okay i couldn’t resist (original under cut)

#thye're both sooo good at their job (being war criminals) like soooo amazing they're captains of the industry

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

#teehee <3

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stop this madness. jegulus is nerdjock4nerdjock realness

#they both know how to ball… and they both know aristotle 😔 i know this truth in my heart #dil.txt

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verso books has made books on palestine, mass protests, and student rebellions free to download on their website

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anatomically impossible

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the thing about reg/remus is that i can totally see the vision of the remus wanting regulus (the younger more self-aware more malleable more easily-discardable version of the person he's in love with) but then it's like. i can only assume that regulus would want to fuck remus if there's smth vaugely freudian going on

#i.e. regulus wanting to fuck the person his brother is in love with as a substitute for the love of his brother #(this was sitting in my drafts btw. i've decided to put my freudian analysis out into the world) #dil.txt #ALSO. i may be jegulus pilled but like as a source of venting sexual resentment i don't see why reg would go to remus #when james is literally right there.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘my body is a slaughterhouse’.

[text id: and i carry a rib retractor with me, ready to pour my heart out to anyone who would listen. / i have broken everyone with how hard it is to be around me.]

#words

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Love Me More - Mitski

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snippet tag <3

i was tagged by @itsjaywalkers and @lilysrosier

i honestly haven't been writing that much due to finals but here's smth from postwar jeggy:

These things should come with warnings, James felt. There should be a sign on every door that said Hey! Watch out! By choosing to enter, you may or may not see the person who broke your heart when you were sixteen and faked his death when you were nineteen and didn’t explain any of it to you!

He guessed that would be too long to fit on a sign, anyway. 

i'm pretty sure there's no one i can tag that hasn't already been so i'll leave the tag open!

#my writing #jegulus

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from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "Your bosom"

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angela carter

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i'm like a baby bird waiting for you to feed me pre-digested food. anyway, any sad quotes you can offer? <3

we actually don't need any rosekiller fanfiction because Always A Rose by Li-Young Lee was already published in 1986. but we're not ready for that conversation

4. Odorous and tender flower- body, I eat you / to recall my first misfortune. Little, bitter / body, I eat you to understand my grave father. Excellent body of layers tightly wound around nothing, I eat you to put my faith in grief. (...) I eat you to sink into my own body. Secret body I eat you / down to your secret.

8. If with my mouth, if with my clumsy tongue, my teeth, if with my voice, my voice (...) and if with blood, if with marrow, if with groin, lungs, (...) if with all / the beast in me, all the beauty, (...) if I adore you, Rose, with adoration become nonsense become praise, could I stop our dying? Could we sit together in new bodies, shoulder to tender shoulder, the lovely and the thorned, the bitter and the failed, the grave to the left of us, the sea to the right?

9. You sag, /turn your face / from me, body made of other bodies, each doomed. Remember it was I who bled for you, I, born hungry among the hungry, third in the last generation of the old country, of the family Plum, a brood distinguished by madness, tales of chains and wailing. It was I who saw you withered and discarded, I, who taught my father patience, and dulled the blade of his anger, who eat you now, before morning, when you must climb your ladder of thorns and grow to death. (...) I saw you / dying and called you mine.

10. My mediation, my recitative, I love you best this way, an old brittle trumpet, a shred of mother’s dress, no longer regal. I love your nakedness. Naked, shy flower, sweet to my nose, and bitter to my tongue, among the dying things are you and I.

DO YOU SEE?

#nodding. yes

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[…] my lovers divided into exciting predators and insipid prey.

Jeanette Winterson, from ‘Gut Symmetries’

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#MEEEEEE

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they could be so indie sleaze……

#he’s the bravest girl in the universe