#sadie switchblade

[trans-musicians]

Sadie Switchblade (she/her), Frontwoman of G.L.O.S.S. and solo project Dyke Drama

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G.L.O.S.S. (Girls Living Outside Society's Shit) is an all queer hardcore punk band from Washington, USA.

Sadie delivers explosive straight to throat vocals, it's no wonder G.L.O.S.S. is one of the most well known trans punk bands on the scene.

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Dyke Drama is a punk rock solo project with country and pop punk influences.

Where G.L.O.S.S. packs a violent punch of trans fury at the society we live in, Dyke Drama is a calmer melancholic exploration of Sadie's personal gender identity issues and relationships.

#hardcore punk #punk #punk rock #pop punk #2010s #gloss band #g.l.o.s.s. #sadie switchblade #trans punk #trans music #washington #usa

[doyouknowthisqueerband]

dyke drama

Dyke Drama, from Olympia, Washington, is self described "Bootleg dollar-bin wannabe region-rock faux-alt sadgirl blogrock bullshit :)". The solo project of Sadie Switchblade (G.L.O.S.S, the HIRS Collective), she's released one album as Dyke Drama, Up Against The Bricks (2016), and two EPs alongside, Tender Resignation and Hard New Pills (2015 and 2018 respectively).

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#do you know this queer band #polls #dyke drama #sadie switchblade #queer music #queer artists #alt rock

[dishsaop]

hi tumblr while we're all Spotify-ing, have you heard of my favorite band ever of all time, G.L.O.S.S., who only have 1 album and only 5 songs. theyre a trans feminist hardcore punk band, with vocals by Sadie Switchblade, who also sings in the also great band Dyke Drama

#m text #g.l.o.s.s. #sadie switchblade smith #hardcore punk #queercore #trans punk #spotify #spotify wrapped #music rec #Spotify

[flutternozzle]

my advice?? get more into dyke drama 😁👍

#do i mean sadie switchblade's music or the interpersonal troubles of women?? i'll never tell 🤭

[makingqueerhistory]

Queer Woman-led Contemporary Fiction

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Vivek Shraya

Indie musician Neela Devaki has built a career writing the songs she wants to hear but nobody else is singing. When one of Neela's songs is covered by internet artist RUK-MINI and becomes a viral sensation, the two musicians meet and a transformative friendship begins. But before long, the systemic pressures that pit women against one another begin to bear down on Neela and RUK-MINI, stirring up self-doubt and jealousy. With a single tweet, their friendship implodes, a career is destroyed, and the two women find themselves at the centre of an internet firestorm.

Sadie

Courtney Summers

When popular radio personality West McCray receives a desperate phone call from a stranger imploring him to find nineteen-year-old runaway Sadie Hunter, he's not convinced there's a story there; girls go missing all the time. But when it's revealed that Sadie fled home after the brutal murder of her little sister, Mattie, West travels to the small town of Cold Creek, Colorado, to uncover what happened. Sadie has no idea that her journey to avenge her sister will soon become the subject of a blockbuster podcast. Armed with a switchblade, Sadie follows meager clues hoping they'll lead to the man who took Mattie's life, because she's determined to make him pay with his own. But as West traces her path to the darkest, most dangerous corners of big cities and small towns, a deeply unsettling mystery begins to unfold- one bigger than them both. Can he find Sadie before it's too late?

Ghost Wall

Sarah Moss

In the north of England, far from the intrusions of cities but not far from civilization, Silvie and her family are living as if they are ancient Britons, surviving by the tools and knowledge of the Iron Age. For two weeks, the length of her father's vacation, they join an anthropology course set to reenact life in simpler times. They are surrounded by forests of birch and rowan; they make stew from foraged roots and hunted rabbit. The students are fulfilling their coursework; Silvie's father is fulfilling his lifelong obsession. He has raised her on stories of early man, taken her to witness rare artifacts, recounted time and again their rituals and beliefs--particularly their sacrifices to the bog. Mixing with the students, Silvie begins to see, hear, and imagine another kind of life, one that might include going to university, traveling beyond England, choosing her own clothes and food, speaking her mind. The ancient Britons built ghost walls to ward off enemy invaders, rude barricades of stakes topped with ancestral skulls. When the group builds one of their own, they find a spiritual connection to the past. What comes next but human sacrifice?

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty

Akwaeke Emezi

Feyi Adekola wants to learn how to be alive again. It's been five years since the accident that killed the love of her life and she's almost a new person now--an artist with her own studio and sharing a brownstone apartment with her ride-or-die best friend, Joy, who insists it's time for Feyi to ease back into the dating scene. Feyi isn't ready for anything serious, but a steamy encounter at a rooftop party cascades into a whirlwind summer she could have never imagined: a luxury trip to a tropical island, decadent meals in the glamorous home of a celebrity chef, and a major curator who wants to launch her art career. She's even started dating the perfect guy, but their new relationship might be sabotaged before it has a chance by the overwhelming desire Feyi feels every time she locks eyes with the one person in the house who is most definitely off-limits--his father. This new life she asked for just got a lot more complicated, and Feyi must begin her search for real answers.

#queer #lgbt #transgender #queer books #lgbt books #ghost wall #sadie #you made a fool of death with your beauty #the subtweet

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI!Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Five: Hug me (Or kiss me)

You and Duncan stared as most of the 'Screaming Gopher's' team jumped down. Then it got to Owen. Geoff, Gwen, and You go to the outhouses all stationed around various areas on the island. When it's your turn to go in, you start to laugh. "He's going to drown us all if he jumps. I for one, am to young to die."

Then you go back to the moutain and see he still hasn't jumped.

"We're all doomed aren't we?" Duncan whispered in your ear. "Oh most certainly." You laugh under your breath.

Then you watch as your end falls from the sky, and hits the water like a bomb making water splash all around you dispersing the campers in every which way. Duncan and you landed right by each other, his legs tangled with yours.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate water?" Duncan groaned his body shivering from excess fear he was shoving down. "Actually yes, countless of times." You laughed ruffling his hair as he pinned you to the grown smiling. "Don't touch the hair, princess."

"Yes, yeah! Who's the man?" Owen yelled from the safe zone in the water. The Screaming Gophers had won, the team cheered and you groaned. "Coward fucking Courtney." Duncan hit his head against the sand in contempt. "Be nice." You lightly punched his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" You heard Trent ask. "I think I lost my bathing suit." Owen muttered. "Ew." All the campers voiced their varying opinions of grossness.

As their prize the Screaming Gophers got wagons to wheel their boxes, but that didn't really bother you. The rest of your team? Yeah, it bothered them. Duncan kicked his, you just carried yours on your shoulders. "Lift with your back wasn't meant to be taking literally." Duncan teased you smiling as Eva and Courtney argued.

Tyler finally voiced his need to take a piss (for some reason) and suddenly Sadie and Katie had to go as well much to Eva's dismay. Luckily, it didn't take them very long but you noticed when Satie and Katie returned their thighs were a redish tint, but you stayed silent.

"Poison Ivy?" Duncan asked from next to you. "Oh for sure." You smiled as Chris asked you guys what was taking so long, lightly screaming when he saw Courtney's eye which was now pulsating.

Duncan rememebered when you both were around nine and were sent to 'Wilderness Survival School for troubled kids' and one of your teachers left you all in the middle of nowhere in a forest for three weeks without any supplies.

Bridgette began asking them what kinda plants had been around them when they had left, and she very quickly realized their mistake. "You guys squatted on poison ivy." She laughed behind her palm. "Oh no way, that's awesome." Chris laughed at the now freaking out girls.

Finally they ran into the water and you guys left them behind.

Geoff tried to give you all a 'inspiring speech' but in reality it made you realize how close you were to tackling someone. Courtney decided she was going to be the 'project' manager and yelled at Duncan almost immediately.

She put you in charge of building the motor which you did with ease. They had you build small engines at juvie a LOT and she had Duncan use his switchblade to cut the boxes open. But everyone else failed their jobs... spectactuarly.

The other team's hottub looked terrific.

Yours look like it did drugs.

So obviously, they won.

Yours had exploded the second Chris had touched it. "Well, I think we have a winner here." the host yelled. "The Screaming Gophers!" He announced their prize. "I'll see your sorry butts at the campfire tonight." He yelled at you guys.

Once it was time for dinner, Katie (or was it Sadie?) finally asked the question everyone was dying to know. "So- uh- what do we do now?" she muttered. "We have to figure out who we're going to vote off." Courtney explained her eye still swelling. "Well, I think it should be you sweetheart." You smiled pointing at her. "Or maybe the brick house here." Duncan pointed at DJ. "What! Why?" Courtney whined.

"Because, unless I'm mistaken, you two are the only ones here with the chicken hats, and if we ever have to lift a truck I like our chances better with the big guy." Duncan bumped shoulders with DJ causing the man to smile.

"You guys need me. I'm the only one-" Courtney began to whine. "We know, who used to be a real C.I.T." Bridgette groaned rolling her eyes. "I hate to break it to you hun, no one gives a shit." You laughed at Courtney's expression. "So who would you pick?" Bridgette asked finally letting the girl speak.

"What about him?" Courtney pointed at Tyler causing Lindsay to scream at the other table. "At least he jumped off the cliff." Duncan pointed out. "Chicken wing." You chimed in causing Courtney to yell "Shut it!" At you. "Okay, let's just chill out, this is getting way too heavy." Geoff got between you both causing you to growl.

"I've had enough prison food for one day. I'm gonna take a nap, you coming Y/N?" You both stood up to go walk off but Courtney stopped you. "You can't do that, we haven't decided who's going yet." She complained causing you to groan. "I just told get why we lost, eh. They're the ones that have six girls." That made you stop dead in your tracks because there ain't no way Ezekiel just said that.

Before Duncan could stop you, you had shoved Ezekiel's face against the table slamming it hard. "What's that supposed to mean?" Bridgette growled. "Yeah home school, enlighten us." Eva hissed. "Well guys are much stronger and better at sports then girls are." Ezekiel said his voice muffled against the table. "Dumbass." Duncan groaned from behind you.

Geoff saw this look in your eyes and took a step back. "Oh snap, he did not just say that." Geoff laughed putting a hand to his face. "My dad told me to look out for the girls here, eh, and to help them in case they can't keep up." Eva grabbed Ezekiel by the throat pulling him up. "Still think we need your help keeping up?" She growled. "Not really." Ezekiel shrugged. "Okay guys let's give him a break." Geoff had Eva drop him. "At least he doesn't think guys are smarter then girls." Geoff explained and suddenly Ezekiel decided to say..

"Well they are!"

Duncan had to pull you off of him.

That night at the campfire Duncan sat on the bench and you sat at his feet . "Dude, you've got a lot to learn about the real world." He advised the homeschooled boy. "Killer bass, at camp marshmallows represent a tasty treat that you enjoy roasting by the fire. At this camp marshmallows represent life. You've all cast your votes and made your decision. Thee are only eleven marshmallows on this plate. When I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper that does not recieve a marshmallow tonight must immediately return to the dock of shame to catch the boat of losers. That means you're out of the contest and you can't come back... ever. The first marshmallow goes to... Geoff." Chris explained the 'game.'

You weren't worried.

He went down the list of names rather quickly.

"Duncan. Y/N." Chris called out and Duncan threw a marshmallow into your mouth. You hated toasted marshmallows. Finally Chris made his last annoucement. "Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the evening." It was between Courtney and Ezekiel. You stared at your bloodied knuckles.

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"Courtney. Can't say I'm surprised, I saw you picking your nose, not cool bro. Dock of shame is that way." Chris pointed and for some damn reason Ezekiel looked surprised.

After the rest of them ate their marshmallows you walked back to the cabins going past the dancing gophers. You stepped up onto your cabin's steps and everyone quickly went inside leaving Duncan and you alone. He kissed your knuckles. "Your anger is a beaut everytime." He quietly teased grabbing your waist to bring you closer.

"Mhm." You laughed.

"Well, goodnight scorpion." He kissed your cheek and you fucking blushed to your dismay. "Screw you, tiger." You kissed his cheek right back and dissapeared before he could say anything. You left the 'green-haired dickhead' standing there holding his cheek in surprise.

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[genderoutlaws]

random thoughts but so grateful for all the incredible trans women that have innovated and shaped the world of art and music around them and continue to inspire the rest of us for generations. like Jackie Shane, Angie Stardust, Wendy Carlos, Coccinelle, SOPHIE, Laura Jane Grace, Sadie Switchblade/all of GLOSS/Dyke Drama, Backxwash, Amanda Lepore?? we have 2 thank the dolls 4 everything

#i love when the girls like sneeze and a masterpiece happens #n the kens are like. *acoustic guitar strumming* AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa #perfectly balanced as all things should be

[cosmignon]

Commission for @mykalwane.bsky.social, behold the glory of Duchess "Sadie" Switchblade! This was a fun commission, always love getting the chance to design someone's ttrpg character from the ground up!

ID: An illustration of a teal and yellow skinned lizard-cat hybrid character wearing a punk ensemble. They have curly pink hair with purple tips, as well as pink feathery accents on their shoulders, elbows, and long crooked tail. They have a piece of their ear missing, and a yellow reptilian frill around their neck. Their outfit is a fur sleeveless coat, a crop top with a cat skull, a plaid skirt, fishnet stockings, and tall black boots with various stickers applied to the leather. End ID.

Commissions Open! Check my Pinned Post for a holiday sale I'm holding until early December (as of 11/9/23)!!

#commission #commissions open #ttrpg #dnd #dungeons and dragons #character design #thefinearts

[minmos]

i am legitimately kind of bummed seeing so many incredible punk leads either get pushed out of the scene & larger industry either due to harassment or just not being able to afford it anymore (sadie switchblade & mariko goto) or just generally die young & then having some of the most milquetoast privileged rich nepo baby popstars call herself a member of the scene because she like, uses strobe lights? it's just insane to me. Stolen valor. im a little gatekeeper idc go listen to the gits

#minmoment

[kalamity-jayne]

@deep-space-titst agged me to share 5 songs I've been listening to of late and I can never say no to an opportunity to plug my favorite artists. So heeeeerrrrrreeeee we go.

First up is one of my favorite genres of song writing. Let's call the genre Fuck the Police.

I love SAULT, they have such a unique sound blending funk, jazz, soul, punk, and hip hop. They’re an incredibly tight band and the lyrics are always brilliant. ACAB!!!!!

Next up is song from one of my favorite artists, Mykki Blanco, fresh off their latest album.

I've have been listening to Mykki for a long time now and it's been so cool seeing their music and persona evolve over the years. I've always loved her music but I'm absolutely in love with this current era of Mykki Blanco. Can't wait to see what he does next.

My third song is an oldie but goodie.

This is my current go to track for one of my all time favorite activities: Smoking a fat joint and going for a walkabout in the city while listening to music. 'Nuff said.

At number four we've got one the the latest singles from one of my all time favorite punk bands, HIRS COLLECTIVE.

If you're trans and love punk music you've almost certainly listened to G/L/O/S/S (if you haven't heard of them Slap yourself in the face rn and go listen to 'em). G/L/O/S/S disbanded but HIRS Collective is their spiritual successor; in fact Sadie Switchblade herself has collaborated with HIRS more than a few times. This single is from their upcoming album and I can not fucking wait for the whole album to drop. Every song they've realeased so far has been an absolute banger (I especially love XOXOXOXOXOX featuring one of my other favorite bands, MELT BANANA). They collaborate with a lots of other queer and trans artists including Laura Jane Grace and the collaborations are always super interesting. It goes without saying that trans folks don't have it easy, the world is rather unkind to us; whenever I'm at the end of my rope with the transphobia I have to deal with or when my heart breaks at seeing other trans folks, especially those I know and love, suffering I turn to to HIRS COLLECTIVE because sometimes you need the catharsis of a primal scream set to some blast beats so fierce and heavy they'll blow your tits clean off.

And last but certainly not least is a track from an artist very near and dear to my heart, who has not received the accolades she deserves. I'm kinda always listening to Jordana (FKA 187) and it's hard to choose just one song of hers.

Jordana LeSense is, imho, the greatest drum and bass artist of all time and most people have never heard of her. I believe her immense talent has been overlooked because she's a trans woman. She walked so Juliana Huxtable, SOPHIE, Eris Drew, Octa Octa, Jessica Jess, and Tami T (It's my duty to sneak in some plugs for more trans artists) could run. Jordana use to go by the moniker 187, a name she earned for blowing out her friend's speaker making her hard and heavy beats. Jordana is a true trans legend and a personal hero of mine. Her music definitely speaks to the trans experience. When she was only 13 she began her medical transition in total secrecy, an experience that I am certain informed the song Deep Stealth. She announced her tranistion in 1998, around the time she released her second Album, Quality Rolls. With the release of that album she was set to become an icon of the drum and bass scene. Tragically, while on tour in Ohio in 2000, she was victim of a violent hate crime at the hands of two men, who were never convicted because The Pigs never charged them, and she suffered a traumatic brain injury that caused nerve damage to her face. She stopped making music for a very long time after that.

BUT she's back! No longer going by the 187 moniker Jordana is back and making music. Please go check out her bandcamp, show her some love and buy some music.

Here's her soundcloud

Jordana hasn't released any new albums recently, that I know of anyway, but she still does live performances and if you follow her on IG or twitter she lists her performance dates there and you might be able to catch her!

My greatest wish is for people, trans folks especially, to rediscover Jordana’s music and lavish her with the attention she deserves.

OK I tag my wife @bandyriddles, @dissonant-skies, @basicallymsfrizzle, @zephy-n-ky, and @rynejoslyn

#Music #Jordana LeSense #HIRS Collective #Mykki Blanco #SAULT #Spotify

[doyouknowthisqueerband]

The HIRS Collective

Hailed as 'queercore's resident supergroup' by Alt Press, the HIRS Collective (pronounced 'heers') was founded in 2011 by Jenna Pup and Esem (vocalist and guitarist, respectively) and have since released 2 official studio albums: Friends. Lovers. Favorites (2018) and We're Still Here (2023), but have approximately 50 total releases. Both studios featured prominent artists from various queercore, rock, punk, and hardcore scenes, such as Shirley Manson (Garbage), Marissa Paternoster (Screaming Females), Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance, L.S. Dunes), Sadie Switchblade (G.L.O.S.S, Dyke Drama), Geoff Rickly (Thursday), and Laura Jane Grace (Against Me!). The group has no solidified lineup, and instead focuses on collaborations between artists and trans/queer-based politics in their lyricism.

The HIRS Collective:

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#i love this band!! #thank you for the submission #queer music #do you know this queer band #polls #queer artists #queercore #queer punk #the hirs collective #queer rock #queer community #trans music

[seven-oomen]

Arthur Morgan describes meeting Ellie:

“A wilder pair of delinquents you never did see.” Was how Hosea would have described him and Sadie to anyone who’d be willing to listen to a night of tales around a camp fire. He was starting to think it was all a nicely spun tale for anyone new in camp, because the girl currently in front of him was wilder than any kind of delinquent he’d ever been.

“I will fucking cut you…” She spat, brown eyes wide and as wild as her messy hair. She held a switchblade in her hand, waving it around with the enthusiasm of a feral raccoon as she growled at him. In a way, she reminded him of little John.

#take me home fanfic #arthur morgan x joel miller #ben writes fanfic

[dishsaop]

was tagged by ros my beloved ros @joeyclaire to post 5 songs i actually listen to then tag 10 of my followers ♡

1. Paranoia Cha Cha Cha by the Soviettes

2. Transitional Housing by the Neighborhood Brats

3. Lined Lips and Spiked Bats by G.L.O.S.S.

4. Wildflowers by Gouge Away

5. Racing Stripes by Aesop Rock

@ahalvedsoup @norabee @radellama @fireballandfailure @caspercryptid @next-hero-in-line @this-s-uncool @clown-garden @tothechaos @creative--crisis

#m text #owo music #once again on my G.L.O.S.S. is the best band bullshit even with only 5 songs #sadie switchblade of gloss is also rlly good in dyke drama tho btw

[wildlcck]

sadie & SHAKESPEAREAN aesthetics

ROMEO AND JULIET.

suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill-fitting party dress. a t-shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. switchblades. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. a eulogy written on loose-leaf. the merciless noontime sun.

HAMLET.

speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn. mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t-shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

TWELTH NIGHT.

wicker deck furniture. new england summer. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double-speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.

MACBETH.

the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12:00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

military supply duffel bags in the hall. hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill-timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog-eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.

KING LEAR.

cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red-black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.

the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.

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[tetrapodomorpha]

#dyke drama #queercore #punk #gloss #g.l.o.s.s. #sadie switchblade

[hottopicnirvanatshirt]

Sadie Switchblade, 2015

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