hhh thinkin about choking simon while you’re riding him. his eyes are blown wide open, his face flushed with oversensitivity. he bucks his hips up every time you bounce, his moans slipping past his gritted teeth like a murmured grunt.
“fuck, baby,” you keen, your voice a hissed lilt. “so thick ‘round me.”
“shit,” simon rasps, going cross-eyed at how good everything feels—the warm press of your walls around him, your hand tight around his neck. it’s not that your grip is even strong, but the constant pressure of your hold grounds him; it fills him up with razing euphoria.
he adores having you this way, all dominant and in control of him; all snarled grin and teasing mewls. he’s putty in your hand, all for you to use, and simon is dizzy at the thought of it.
you giggle, tapping at his lips. “open wide, baby.”
simon breathes in sharply, his nose flaring in his excitement. he follows your command with obedience, his tongue lolling out slightly because he knows what will come next.
you lean forward just enough that your nose brushes against him before spitting in his mouth, and simon groans, throbbing with desire.
you watch him swallow it down with a fevered smile, your cheeks round in your own drunken happiness.
“good boy,” you trill, leaving open-mouth kisses along his jaw.
one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
in light of a four day ceasefire in Gaza being agreed upon, i am once again asking you all not to lose sight of the big picture. Biden and the Israeli Government are trying to frame this as a major democratic victory and as a favor respectively. they have no intention of a total ceasefire. they have no intention of stopping their genocide. remember - a ceasefire is the very first step. it’s not even the bare minimum.
the absolute bare minimum in this situation is 1) a complete ceasefire and immediate humanitarian aid in Gaza, 2) complete halt of all military foreign aid to the Israeli government, 3) the Israeli government being prosecuted for its war crimes in the International Criminal Court, and 4) land back and reparations for the Palestinian people. free Palestine means free Palestine, not just temporarily stop carpet bombing Palestine.
a temporary ceasefire is something, but it’s not even close to the end goal. we cannot let up pressure when things seem to be looking up. keep protesting, boycotting, spreading awareness, contacting politicians, etcetera. keep your eyes on Gaza. free Palestine.
think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.