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olacağı varsa da sırf ben istiyorum diye olmuyo.

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Reclaiming the bindi at my sister's engagement party.

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Shoma with the cast of Stars On Ice 2019 (x)

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“ Watching You from the shadows.”

[serenagaywaterford]

Ode to the Beloved’s Hips

Bells are they—shaped on the eighth day—silvered percussion in the morning—are the morning. Swing switch sway. Hold the day away a little longer, a little slower, a little easy.  Call to me— I wanna rock, I-I wanna rock, I-I wanna rock right now—so to them I come—struck-dumb chime-blind, tolling with a throat full of Hosanna. How many hours bowed against this Infinity of Blessed Trinity? Communion of Pelvis, Sacrum, Femur. My mouth—terrible angel, ever-lasting novena, ecstatic devourer.

O, the places I have laid them, knelt and scooped the amber—fast honey—from their openness— Ah Muzen Cab’s hidden Temple of Tulúm—licked smooth the sticky of her hip—heat-thrummed ossa coxae. Lambent slave to ilium and ischium—I never tire to shake this wild hive, split with thumb the sweet- dripped comb—hot hexagonal hole—dark diamond— to its nectar-dervished queen. Meanad tongue— come-drunk hum-tranced honey-puller—for her hips, I am—strummed-song and succubus.

They are the sign: hip. And the cosign: a great book— the body’s Bible opened up to its Good News Gospel. Alleluias, Ave Marías, madre mías, ay yay yays, Ay Dios míos, and hip-hip-hooray.

Cult of Coccyx. Culto de cadera. Oracle of Orgasm. Rorschach’s riddle: What do I see? Hips: Innominate bone. Wish bone. Orpheus bone. Transubstantiation bone—hips of bread, wine-whet thighs. Say the word and healed I shall be: Bone butterfly. Bone wings. Bone Ferris wheel. Bone basin bone throne bone lamp. Apparition in the bone grotto—6th mystery— slick rosary bead—Déme la gracia of a decade in this garden of carmine flower. Exile me to the enormous orchard of Alcinous—spiced fruit, laden-tree—Imparadise me. Because, God, I am guilty. I am sin-frenzied and full of teeth for pear upon apple upon fig.

More than all that are your hips. They are a city. They are Kingdom— Troy, the hollowed horse, an army of desire— thirty soldiers in the belly, two in the mouth. Beloved, your hips are the war.

At night your legs, love, are boulevards leading me beggared and hungry to your candy house, your baroque mansion. Even when I am late and the tables have been cleared, in the kitchen of your hips, let me eat cake.

O, constellation of pelvic glide—every curve, a luster, a star. More infinite still, your hips are kosmic, are universe—galactic carousel of burning comets and Big Big Bangs. Millennium Falcon, let me be your Solo. O, hot planet, let me circumambulate. O, spiral galaxy, I am coming for your dark matter.

Along las calles de tus muslos I wander— follow the parade of pulse like a drum line— descend into your Plaza del Toros— hands throbbing Miura bulls, dark Isleros. Your arched hips—ay, mi torera. Down the long corridor, your wet walls lead me like a traje de luces—all glitter, glowed. I am the animal born to rush your rich red muletas—each breath, each sigh, each groan, a hooked horn of want. My mouth at your inner thigh—here I must enter you—mi pobre Manolete—press and part you like a wound— make the crowd pounding in the grandstand of your iliac crest rise up in you and cheer.

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Natalie Diaz

[papillonprisme]

Sometimes I get the sudden urge to draw Kaito and I’m always to weak to fight it. ...Even when it’s almost midnight and I have class tomorrow morning.

[koaladamjr]

Anneme köpek alacam dedim tüy döküyo dedi.

E ben de kıl döküyorum dedim.

Sana yatırım yaptık yıllarca atamam dışarı dedi.

1 daha sevdim.

[whumpasaurus101]

Branding

First off, THANK YOU SO FREACKING MUCH FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!!!!!! okay, sorry, im finished now:) Here is Rodger getting bored so he asks Alicia for some help...

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CW: Dehumanization / Branding / Past Trauma (mentioned) //

Asher shifted awkwardly and held back his hand, trying not to adjust the tight collar around his neck any more. Last night, Rodger gave him twenty lashings on his knuckles after touching the collar.

Alicia and Jack were over and Asher was kneeling on the ground beside Rodger. He was staring directly at Jack. He hadn't really studied the man before. He was older than him, and taller. He had a very slight stubble and one ear piercing on his right ear, which looked infected. Scars littered his body, as well as bruises. As well as Asher.

Rodger carded his fingers through Asher’s curls. Asher tried to pull away, but that only earned him a harsh yank. “I've been thinking,” Rodger sighed.” “Congrats,” Asher scoffed. Rodger moved his hand to the side of Alex’s temple and pressed in. A lightning pain struck through Asher’s head, he yelled out in pain.

“As I was saying, Alicia, when did you brand Jack?” Asher froze. No. No,no,no,no! His branding with his old master hadn't gone well. He had gotten punished after getting his brand, because he flinched. Aiden was a mean bastard. He was even worse than Rodger, well … so far.

“Oo, Rodger! It doesn't matter when I did it to Jack, I can get my blacksmith to start the fire now, the brand should be heated up fully tonight!”

“You hear that, you're going to get your branding tonight! What do you say to Alicia?” When there was silence, Rodger squeezed once again against Asher’s temple, “ARGH! Fuck! Thank you! Okay, I said thank you!!”

Rodger’s hand retrieved and he went back to Asher’s hair, “That would be perfect Alicia, I'll have him ready by six.”

Jack shot Asher a worried look. Asher had never really looked him in the eyes before, but he looked scared. Was he worried about the branding, or something else?

At half five, Rodger was dragging Asher out of the house, “Come on now, don't make me put your shock collar to use.” Asher growled but then decided that it would be better if he just complied.

Surprisingly, he was allowed to sit in the front seat -duct tape over mouth and tied to the chair, of course. “You know, I should duct tape your mouth closed more often. I mean, the silence is just amazing! What do you think?” Silence. “Hah! Sorry, I forgot… you can't speak!”

Asher glared at him. He tried to free himself from the ropes which kept him to the car seat. The roads were empty, they were in the middle of nowhere, no one could save him, it's just him, with Rodger, alone.. After a few minutes of bumps and turns, the car eventually pulled up in front of a small shack. Outside the door stood Alicia and Jack.

Asher didn't notice Rodger getting out of the car until his own car door was being opened. Rodger produced his pocket knife and started cutting the ropes, “Hold still, or else this knife will be cutting something other than rope.” Asher did hold still, but it was hard when Alicia was giving him the most evil grin.

Rodger dragged Asher to the hut and the door opened. A wave of heat hit everyone from the fire. The fire roared in the corner of the room. The blacksmith turned around, “Ah Alicia! I missed you!”  Alicia walked over and hugged him, “I've missed you too! Rodger, this is Rueben.” 

It was all too much for Asher, he felt his breathing quickening, he went to run out the door but Rodger caught him by the hair, “Woah, not so fast!” He cackled. “Please, please. I ca-” Asher fell to the ground when Rodger set off his collar. “Don't be such a wuss.”

It took Jack, Rodger and Rueben to tie Asher to the table. Rodger gave up on the shock collar when it hadn't really worked. Once Asher was finally strapped down, Reuben guided Rodger to the brand which had been in the fire all day. “Whaddya think Alicia? You think it's hot enough?”

Alicia let out a cackle, “I wish it had been in the fire for longer but I'm getting impatient, so, what are we waiting for? Let's get started!”

“Now,” Rodger grinned, getting closer and closer, “I need you to stay very still for this or else you’ll get punished.” Asher whined, remembering his past experiences with brands and punishments.

Reuben picked up the brand and approached Asher, “Ready when you are Rodger.” Rodger decided to wait for a few agonising moments, watching as Asher’s breathing became quicker, chest rising up and down swiftly. “Now.”

At first, Asher couldn't feel anything but then it hit him. The searing pain of the metal against his skin. His vision went white. He could feel his eyes starting to roll up behind his eyelids. All of a sudden a felt hand jab into his temple. He yelled out in pain. “Now, now darling, we can't have you passing out on me, huh?”

Jack watched from the corner, tears in his eyes. Asher’s shrieks rang through Jack’s ears. Jack was about to get sick. Alicia noticed how pale he was and came over to him, scratching behind his ear. Jack didn't like himself for it, but he relaxed into her touch.

Asher didn't realise he was screaming. He screamed until everything went black. He wasn't in pain. He had escaped Rodger.. Well, for a little while anyway.

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