#Sonnet’s

[not-so-rosyyy]

no idea if it's my hormones, what I've seen in the news lately, the weight of living the past few years, or just because it's Judi Dench...but this impromptu performance really made me cry for a good ten minutes, no kidding.

[blu-et]

here is a picture of my cats that i am blazing in the hopes that it displaces a marginally more annoying blazed post you could've had instead. enjoy!

[janadefiandfriends]

[soracities]

May Sarton, from "The Autumn Sonnets", Collected Poems: 1930-1993 [ID'd]

[apocryphics]

[inthefallofasparrow]

An Exercise in Sonneteering

[mipeltaja-art]

Nothing like being woken up in the middle of the night to fistfight your godless killing machine of a girlfriend.

[leghasp]

In my 10th grade English class we had to write sonnets and um

[whatareyoureallyafraidof]

Look them in the eye and tell them how Joe Biden wanted to codify reproductive rights, ensuring them forever, but he was old. So, you voted for the Party that has repeatedly said they would ban abortion, and some of whom want to repeal the right of women to vote! Or, (just as bad) you decided not to vote at all.

[queerphil]

dan not being able to think of three compliments was not because he couldn't think of anything nice to say about phil, it was because he does not know how to be normal about phil. like i just know he wanted to say something with "you could go swimming in those eyes" energy but didn't want to on camera and since he only speaks in (ranch) metaphors like that he just blanked

[musouie]

mdni ⸝⸝ panty sniffing/licking, stalking, voyeurism ꒰ repost ^^

stalker!toji, who first sees you at a bar and thinks you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. his eyes stray to you all night, unabashedly undressing you each time, and he tells himself as he follows you home that it’s only out of curiosity.

stalker!toji, whose curiosity compels him to your window, where he watches you undress for bed with wide eyes and a pounding heart. his eyes drink in your nude figure, committing it to memory. as he does, his pants grow tighter, his cock twitching in his underwear, and he sinks a hand into them and begins stroking himself languidly.

stalker!toji, who takes his sweet time to get familiar with your schedule. he knows the time you leave for work each morning, the route you take — and naturally, he knows about your bad habit of forgetting to lock your door.

he’s an opportune man. a criminal with the will to match. and while his own heart may race, there is no guilt or regret as he creeps into your home while you’re out at work. he’s quick — masterful, even. and he beelines for the master bedroom, sniffing the air as though he were a hound before his eyes lock onto a used panty at the foot of your bed.

stalker!toji, who gets on his knees and plucks it off the ground with care, turning it over in his hands before bringing it up to his nose. his pupils dilate as he inhales your scent — so much more potent than what had lingered on the windowpane, so much richer than that lingering on your bed...

but it isn’t enough. not nearly enough. and he brings your panty away from his face only to press it to his mouth. his eyes flutter closed and his tongue darts out to trace along the dampened crotch, saliva thickening as your taste blooms across his tongue.

the groan he lets out is long and guttural, hips lurching forward into nothing as his cock throbs in his pants, and fuck, he swears he’s never tasted a thing sweeter.

stalker!toji, who begins to mouth at your panty like a drunkard, spittle building at the corners of his lips and against the lace as he laps at your dried juices. he sucks, his lower stomach rumbling with an indescribable hunger, and that craving draws him to shoving your underwear in his mouth so he can chew and suck on the fabric.

he does so with reverence, groaning and shaking when his teeth poke through the lace and graze against his tongue — like a starved beast getting a mere taste of human flesh for the first time.

stalker!toji, who shoves your underwear back in his pocket, cock so hard that it aches. he can feel his heartbeat in his pants, his head light and his entire body thrumming.

he knows you won’t be home for another hour, but it doesn’t give him peace of mind as he sneaks back out of your house and moves out of sight.

his mind is racing as he waits, the taste of your cunt on his tongue and your panties burning a hole in his pocket. it makes waiting so much worse, and all he can do is shove his hand down his pants once again and stroke at his cock, cheeks red and sweat sticking his hair to his forehead.

stalker!toji, whose need is as vile as he is. and now that he has your panties, has licked at them like an animal, he wants to know how it feels to be with you properly.

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[notyourmusebby]

carlos sainz you have NO RIGHT to carry those (eyes) around, you are a danger to society

[janadefiandfriends]

[soracities]

May Sarton, from "The Autumn Sonnets", Collected Poems: 1930-1993 [ID'd]

[blossoms-phan]

holding each others plushies omgggg this is so cute 😭🫶 (x)

[upright70s]