Eight-and-a-Half

open to bottoms. connection ideas: client, returning client, first time client. anything except a friend/familiar person.


“Oh– oh fuck!” Tony cursed out, his right hand gripping his client by the hair– hard– as he reclined back into their couch; their mouth working over his thick, aching eight and half inch cock. “We need to get ready for– shit– we need to get ready for your party. You know, what you’re actually paying me– paying me for.” He was trying to reason with the man– since the holiday party was soon– but he couldn’t help himself; the man’s mouth was doing wonders for him; it was making Tony moan in ways he didn’t think he was capable. “Jesus, where did you learn how to do that–” he hissed as the entirety of his engorged cock was taken into the clients throat, pushing him even closer to the edge. 

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Wyoming Man Andy Sandness Gets ‘Miracle’ Face Transplant 10 Years After Attempting Suicide

Via Yahoo

His doctor called it a 'miracle,’ but for Andy Sandness, a face transplant gave him his life back, 10 years after he’d tried to end it all.

The Wyoming man, 31, received a face transplant at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota last June in a 56-hour operation, according to the Associated Press.

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“Lemonade” poetry bits

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.


Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.

Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?


Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.

I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.

I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.


Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.


Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.

Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.

Loss.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.

Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.


Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.

Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?


Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.


Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.

Do you remember being born?

Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.


Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.


Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.


Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.

Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.

My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.

So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.


Warsan Shire

Another day, another Week in Review.

Top of the heap

(Television) Wubba-lubba-dub-dub! Rick and Morty jumps eight spots to No. 5.
(Music) Half of Camila Cabello’s heart is in Havana, but the other half is in the No. 2 spot on Fandometrics.
(K-Pop) Girls’ Generation celebrates their 10th anniversary by taking a Holiday in the top three.
(Ships) We don’t ship Jonerys, but y’all sure do. They jumped 11 spots to No. 4.

Originally posted by freedricksanchez

Don’t call it a comeback

(Celebrities) Don’t mess with Hilary Duff, who debuted at No. 13 after shutting down the haters on Instagram.
(K-Pop) JJ Project bounces in at No. 18 with the release of their new song, Tomorrow, Today.
(Movies) Deadpool returns at No. 14 and he’s bringing Domino and Cable along for the ride.
(Anime & Manga) Remember when it was just Swimming Anime? Free! returns at No. 11.

Originally posted by jaybleep

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Claudia: I don’t understand. He meets a girl that can give him a new life and he pushes her away?
Guido: Because he no longer believes in it.
Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love.
Guido: Because it isn’t true that a woman can change a man.
Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love.
Guido: And above all because I don’t feel like telling another pile of lies.
Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love.

they’re called roundabouts because when you enter one, the iconic Yes song starts playing on your radio unbidden and you’re forced to drive in a circle for a full eight and a half minutes until Jon Anderson lets you escape

  • Neoliberal: Marxism is such an outdated way of looking at the world. Classes are disappearing and the future looks brighter than ever! =)
  • The world: *eight people control more wealth than half of humanity and climate change threatens to upend life as we know it*
  • Neoliberal: At least it's not seven people, and Bill Gates will develop something that will save us all =)
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(Federico Fellini, 1963)

“I thought my ideas were so clear. I wanted to make an honest film. No lies whatsoever. I thought I had something so simple to say. Something useful to everybody. A film that could help bury forever all those dead things we carry within ourselves. Instead, I’m the one without the courage to bury anything at all. When did I go wrong? I really have nothing to say, but I want to say it all the same.”

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austen meme ⇾ confessions ⇾ wentworth’s letter to anne

i offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. i have loved none but you. unjust i may have been, weak and resentful i have been, but never inconstant. you alone have brought me to bath. for you alone, i think and plan. have you not seen this? can you fail to have understood my wishes? i had not waited even these ten days, could i have read your feelings, as i think you must have penetrated mine. i can hardly write. i am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. you sink your voice, but i can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. too good, too excellent creature! you do us justice, indeed. you do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in f. w.

i must go, uncertain of my fate; but i shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. a word, a look, will be enough to decide whether i enter your father’s house this evening or never.

#jealousy #confession #wine

Prompts: @antoinetteblues
Author: @queenofthyme

Perhaps Harry’s intentions hadn’t been clear enough. Perhaps he should have been more straight forward with Draco. But really, wasn’t it obvious? Did he really have to say it?

Of course his invite to dinner was a date. How could Draco interpret it any other way? They’d had lunch together alone before, plenty of times, but never dinner. Dinner meant something more than just colleagues or friends. At least it did to Harry. It had taken him weeks to work up the courage just to ask.

And he had turned up to find out Draco had invited Pansy and Blaise, thinking it was a group dinner. Harry had had to excuse himself while Draco sorted out their table – “Oh no, the reservation was for six people, wasn’t it Harry? You must have misheard him over the phone” – and call Hermione and Ron to urgently join him.

It had taken some time to convince them. Ron couldn’t stop laughing long enough to have a conversation and Hermione insisted Harry simply tell Draco how he felt. Like it was that easy. Like he hadn’t already revealed enough by asking Draco out for dinner. 

With a lot of begging, Hermione and Ron had dressed and apparated over, coming to Harry’s rescue. And now Harry found himself wedged between the two, opposite Draco, also wedged between his own friends. Draco hadn’t spoken to Harry directly at all. There was polite group chatter in which they both participated, but it wasn’t like their long nights alone in the office together, nothing like their lunches. For the most part, Draco spoke with his own friends, whispering into Pansy’s ear, laughing into Blaise’s shoulder.

Harry had always thought that his growing relationship with Draco was something special. Something different. But seeing Draco with his other friends, perhaps it wasn’t anything particular at all. Just a convenient friendship with a colleague, to bide the time during the workday until he could go out with his real friends.

Harry hadn’t meant to get drunk. But he had a habit of drinking nervously just to have something to do with his hands. And the waiter kept filling up his wine glass. So, by dessert, when Pansy laughed – a sound that Harry was growing to hate – at one of Draco’s jokes and placed a hand on his shoulder, Harry didn’t have the control to stop himself from commenting.

“Oh, you’re just so funny, Draco!” He said, in a very poor imitation of Pansy’s voice.

Everybody turned to stare at him.

“What the fuck, Potter?” Blaise said.

“What the fuck, Zabini?” Harry mimicked with another terrible imitation.

Hermione nudged him under the table. Harry paid no mind, and went to take another swig of his wine glass.

Draco’s hands stopped him, leaning over the table to pull Harry’s wine glass from his grip. “Harry, are you drunk?” He asked quietly.

Harry laughed. “Now, you pay attention to me,” he mumbled. He tried to steal the glass back, but Draco held it out of his reach.

“What do you mean by that?” Draco asked, his eyes boring into Harry’s intently.

Harry looked away – he was starting to feel dizzy with that gaze directed at him. “You’ve been getting chummy with Pansy and Blaise all night.”

“Harry,” Ron whispered urgently beside him, “I think you –“

“Chummy?” Draco repeated. “They’re my friends, Harry. Of course we’re chummy.”

Harry’s head felt heavy. “So, I’m not your friend then? I’m just someone you work with?” Harry’s voice was rising dangerously, the alcohol helping him forget where he was.

Draco gently placed Harry’s glass back down on the table, his voice, still quiet, in great contrast to Harry’s. “I wouldn’t be here if you were just someone I worked with.”

“Then why’d you have to bring Pansy and Blaise?”

“Why’d you bring Ron and Hermione?” Draco countered.

“Because I saw your friends and didn’t want you to know this was a date so I forced them to – “

“This is a date?” Draco interrupted, at the same time Harry realised what he’d said. The alcohol was loosening his tongue.

“It was supposed to be,” Harry said sulkily, looking back up at Draco. He knew he was being childish but he didn’t particularly care. This had been brewing all night, and eight and a half glasses later, Harry wasn’t so concerned about consequences.

Draco – to his credit – looked genuinely apologetic. “Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise.”

“What else would it be?”

“Harry, I truly am sorry, but in my defence, you did suggest we ‘hang out for dinner’ and that I could ‘invite anyone I wanted.’”

“You weren’t supposed to want to invite anyone!” Harry yelled, ignoring the sniggers from Pansy and Ron.  

“And how was I supposed to know that?” Draco retorted, his face a mixture of frustration and amusement.

Irritated at being laughed at, Harry slumped down into his seat and crossed his arms. “You just were.”

“Harry,” Draco said softly after a pause, “Would you like to go out for dinner with me tomorrow night? I promise it’ll just be the two of us. And significantly less wine I hope.”

Harry looked up at Draco, suspicious. “Are you just trying to make this up to me out of pity?”

“It’s a date, Harry,” Draco said with a light chuckle, “I want to go on a date with you. Do you accept?”

Harry shrugged – to a snort of laughter from Ron. He didn’t want to look too eager but it was probably eight glasses late to try to act coy. He recalibrated, stared Draco right in the eye and gave his honest answer (albeit a little slurred): “I’d love to go on a date with you, Draco.”

more like this l @queenofthyme

  • The status quo: *props up a system where fewer than ten individuals control more wealth than half of the world's people; where artificial scarcity starves thousands of people daily despite humanity being able to feed everyone and then some; where people are expected to needlessly toil for the enrichment of a select few, even though automation could weed out a large portion of menial labor; where empires are built on the backs of the poorest; where corporations and the state make up a ruling caste that structures policy in favor of capital accumulation and against the grand majority of the population*
  • The status quo: *reproduces all of this oppression and injustice through a highly sophisticated media apparatus that disregards or suppresses worldviews that challenge it; through an education system that rewards compliance within those parameters; through an ideological culture that celebrates markets, inequality, and "individualism" uncritically. creates misleading ideologies to justify itself materially*
  • Right-wingers: *regurgitate all of this ideology they've been fed since childhood, acting as a bulwark against any substantive movements for liberation beyond the status quo, thus keeping power dynamics completely unchanged*
  • Right-wingers: We're freedom fighters =) We stand up for the underdog against government corruption =) Just get a job sweaty =) If you don't like that eight people control more wealth than half the world maybe you should start a business of your own =) Don't tread on me =) Submit to cops arbitrarily and you won't get shot =) I'm simultaneously a traditionalist and a rebel =) Communism means work or starve =) Now do as the bosses demand and work this unfulfilling/dangerous/unnecessary job =) Or lose your job and thus starve =) I'm a subversive intellectual sweaty =)