Top 10 Ways To Announce Your Polyamorous Relationship

1. V.E. Schwab // 2. Unknown // 3. Rudolph Vitkauskas // 4. Charles Bukowski // 5. Margaret Atwood

Hehehehe but like what if you didn’t, for my sanity 🔫

i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi

context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3

one last stop by casey mcquiston // From Eden - Hozier // 39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Hans Makart - Detail from Musikalische Unterhaltung , 1874 // Edgar Allan Poe //39 ways that i love u - “The Beatrice Letters” (a series of unfortunate events) ~ lemony snicket // Cornelia Street - taylor swift // nobody - Hozier // via instagram @artqueerhabibi // this love - taylor swift // Antony Gormley //

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"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟; 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

fuck me or eat me, it's all the same in the end (4696 words) by Sapphic_terror Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Mari/Shauna Shipman, Jeff Sadecki/Shauna Shipman, Shauna Shipman/Jackie Taylor, Akilah/Mari (Yellowjackets), Melissa/Shauna Shipman Characters: Mari (Yellowjackets), Shauna Shipman, Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets), Akilah (Yellowjackets), Yellowjackets (TV) Ensemble, Travis Martinez, Natalie Scatorccio, Misty Quigley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mari Ibarra Lives (Yellowjackets), Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism, Hate Sex, Mari and Shauna fuck at her wedding, Jackie Taylor Haunts the Narrative (Yellowjackets), Lesbian Shauna Shipman, Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Character Study, Mari needs a hug, Shauna Shipman Needs a Hug, They fuck instead, blink and you miss it implied poly, (they defintely got up to shit in the wilderness okay), Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Mari is a brat, Shauna just wants her to shut up, Ghost Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets), Threesome - F/F/F, Kinda, Infidelity, on like 8 levels Series: Part 3 of bones and all Summary: The dress was biting into her skin and some random jock turned “entrepreneur” was staring at her tits. Mari was so over this. The music, the lights, even the champagne tasted like fizzy grape juice, not the strong, burning kind. It was all so perfectly boring - Shauna Shipman’s wedding. Shauna Sadecki now, ugh, Mari was about to throw up in her mouth, and nobody would even blame her.   (Or, Shauna gets married to Jeff and - She and Mari fuck during the reception.)

Imagine your psychic soulmate, the only other person in this hell called living who truly understands you, gets a taste of freedom but decides to stay in place because they've convinced themself that hell is all they deserve.

i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.

inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.

both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.

scott street - phoebe bridgers

me and that one hunger games fic I’ll never write

“I think - it would have been nice to love you in a kinder life.” (He says this to her right before she helps him slit his wrists in blood thinning water so he can die in the ocean, like he was always meant to.) (he doesn’t want to live in the world after the games, he isn’t strong enough.) (neither is she.)

and we were supposed to be the saviors. the generation to fix it all. but they left us with a broken planet and no tools to fix it and then they sneered when we came to them, empty handed.

“you’re so privileged,” they chortle. “it’s because you’re always on your phone.”

we are the kids living in a nightmare. they say we’re numb to 9/11 but maybe that’s because what was the worst day for them could become just another thursday for us. school shootings every other day and a rapist on our Supreme Court but hey, that’s how it is, right? at least we have memes to tide us over until doomsday. this hellscape is somehow normal. our president says people should be deporting for kneeling during the national anthem and all we can is laugh at it. but we are no longer laughing because it’s a joke.

we’re laughing because we’re afraid.

afraid that the world is going to end before we even become adults, afraid that we’ll be plunged into another war because of a fucking tweet, afraid of shooters coming in through our doors and children being taken from their homes and the problem is that our fear is justified. that it’s real and it’s happening.

nearly everyone i know is queer, depressed, and/or sick of the adults in this world. sick of how 71% of our pollution is caused by 1% of the population. sick of how we can only sit here and listen to them tell us to take shorter showers because there’s nothing else we can do.

and fuck, have we tried to do everything we can. walk-outs, protests, boycotts. speak up and speak out, but it’s just too late. they’ve been digging underneath us this whole time and it’s only now that the floor’s collapsing that we see the pit. how it’s not that they’re not hearing us anymore. trust me, we’ve made sure they’ve heard. it’s just that they don’t care.

and suddenly all those dystopian futures don’t look so far away. you know, where people die in the streets because doctors refuse to see them. where people are silenced (shot, jailed, deported) for speaking out. sometimes I think I’ll wake up and everyone will be marching in rhythm.

they told us to save the world, but we never had a chance.