be my lover be my slave

My body is ancient and twisted,
like the first unlucky creature
to drag its body out of that primordial soup
into the harsh light of a new world.
I am timeless.

I am the Forgotten Goddess,
I had a name, once,
but that was so long ago;
When my lover’s lips sang it
like a timeworn holy hymn.

My silence was permanent and perfect.
My temples stretched to the stars,
glimmering with golden guilt
and the heathens cried, “Goddess, save us!”
Yet I was mute.

I conquered the Earth;
the trees shook to the sound
of my pulse and the animals
chanted in a cacophony
of worship.

My lover was the moon
and the stars were her slaves.
Each night, she pulled the sea
into my earthy embrace,
before she was stolen away by the sun.

The sun was such a jealous thing
and the sky burned with his
wicked words.
Our love was beastly.

So the heathens cursed
and spat and sneered 
and left my beautiful temples
to praise the sun.
Hallowed be thy name.

The ground trembled with
my fury
and those heathens all
screamed and wept
and it was exquisite.

Still they left me to rot,
to wither and cry
like a corpse in a meadow.
Fair goddess,
forced to be foul.

Even the moon,
with her pale flesh and
her soft radiance,
grew tired of me
and then apathetic.

So I hide in these green spaces,
and these spaces inside you,
a flicker of curiosity or doubt
in your mind.
Waiting for my return.  

(I will not be forgotten.)

—  the Forgotten Goddess - s.d.
90′s songs sentence starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction

  • “Here we are now, entertain us.”
  • “I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now.”
  • “I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.”
  • “It’s like rain on your wedding day.”
  • “Nothing compares to you.”
  • “I’m sitting down here, but hey, you can’t see me.”
  • “I know that my heart will go on.”
  • “We’re off to never-never land.”
  • “Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel.”
  • “I thought that I heard you laughing.”
  • “I know just what you’re saying, so please stop explaining.”
  • “Just one more dance and then we’re good to go.”
  • “Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.”
  • “You’re a little late, I’m already torn.”
  • “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”
  • “You’re a slave to money, then you die.”
  • “There’s somethin’ wrong with the world today, I don’t know what it is.”
  • “Don’t waste this precious time; say you’ll be mine.”
  • “I want it that way.”
  • “A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me.”
  • “To me flirting is just like a sport.”
  • “We’ve been through this such a long long time, just trying to kill the pain.”
  • “Hold your head high and reach the top.”
  • “I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.”

anonymous asked:

What things did you leagalize when you were king of Dressrosa?Why do I have a feeling one of them was gambling?

☻ “Gambling yes… well, there were a few more changes. During my rule, it was also legal to assault and murder but only under specific circumstances. For example, gladiators were encouraged to kill their opponents in the colosseum, my underlings had the right to execute punishments of slaves and revolting citizens as they saw fit and women who caught their lovers cheating were allowed to stab them to death.”

i learned today that the verse catholics quote every mass before receiving the eucharist “lord i am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed” is a direct callback to the verse where a man asks jesus to heal is gay lover slave (hebrew translation) and says “but only say the word and my servant shall be healed” and the translation is almost exactly the same so every time you eat jesus’ body and blood you are commemorating a gay man’s faith that jesus would save his male lover your catholicism has never not been inherently queer and feminist first and foremost 

  • a white neopagan: "I am a hoodoo expert, I am just so in tune with the negro energy waves, my families black maid taught me all she knew, yaaaas imma hoodoo lover who works the roots™ like that movie lol"
  • that same freak: *crosses the street to avoid black people + criticizes Black Lives Matter and generally doesn't give a shit about black people*
  • them: "Ahahaha, my skin might be white but my soul is black. I'm a spiritual slave, I went through the same things and had a premonition of old timey mistreatment of slaves once. Blessed be, lay these hands" *cracks whip* "Get to work negro spirits uwu"

anonymous asked:

(To all brothers) Okay guys - who watches porn? No lies. (No goddamn lies Ayato-kun---)


Laito: Wanna see my collection, Bitch-chan? Here’s all the Teacher-Student ones, there are the Master-Slave ones… ah, here’s the ones with the tenta–

All Sakamakis: ENOUGH

Laito: Eeehh? But Ayato-kun, you always borrow my stuff. You have those magazines of big-breasted women as well~

Ayato: Shut up, will ya?! So what if I have those? Let’s talk about what Shuu listens to instead.

Shuu: Hmm? The question was who watches it, so we have nothing to discuss about.

Laito: Nfufu, I bet Subaru has a secret stash somewhere~

Subaru: H-HA?! I-In your dreams you hentai!

Laito: Aww, too shy to admit it. How cute, Tsunbaru-kun~


Ayato: Agh, shut up you two. You know, I’m positive that Kanato and Reiji watch some good stuff too. 

Kanato: Me? I could care less about such things. I have better ways of entertainment, unlike the rest of you.

Reiji: For such delusions, I’ll be sure to confiscate all of your inappropriate materials.

Ayato: Okay okay fine, I’m sorry Reiji, gee.


Ruki: Me? No. Who do you think I am? But I know few cases who should be ashamed of themselves.

Yuma: Oi, don’t stare at me like that, it’s uncomfortable.

Kou: Ruki-kun, why are you looking at me too??

Ruki: Because I regret ever cleaning both of your rooms. At least Azusa is still on the correct path… in a way or another.

Azusa: What does that… mean…?

Yuma: Tch, well what’d ya expect out of a man? That’s just natural, isn’t it?

Kou: Yuma-kun’s right! Aren’t you the one who should be ashamed, Ruki-kun~?

Ruki: Say another word and you’ll be grounded for a week.


Carla: Shin. Explain these.

Shin: Ah, Nii-san, why are you holding those?! They should’ve been well-hidden!

Carla: Not well-hidden enough. I don’t even want to know why this cover has an indecently dressed furry woman on it.

Shin: Y-you don’t have to, just give them back Nii-san and let’s pretend none of this happened!

Carla: Hmph, very well. But you are on cleaning duty for two weeks.


He looks at me, his eyes soft but persistent. I know there’s a question coming but I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. Will he be satisfied by my answer?

          “Are you my slave?” he asks.

           “Yes, I am. For now” I reply. What he doesn’t know is I’ll be anything he wants me to be. I’ll give him my everything. I’ll give him all and expect nothing. He’ll always get all of me even when I get nothing from him.

           “No, always.” He demands. His control over me is overwhelming. I will always have a weakness for him. He is my master.

           “Yes sir.” I submit to him. Even though I know he’s going to break my heart in the end, I still submit to him. It’s what I’ve always done. I’ll always be his little play thing.

           “Now come here my little bitch,” he says playfully, “make daddy happy.” And I do, I make the love of my life happy. The love of my life treats me like an option but I’m happy to serve him when he needs me. Always happy to be his secret lover, to make him my priority.

I am a dangerous lover, I have lips full of cyanide
and a heart full of fire; I can and will destroy you.
I am a tormented lover, my soul is bleeding
my loins lament for another
to make it feel whole
so give me your love, give me your valley.
I am a grotesque lover,
I demand you take all your sins out on me,
I demand your desecrate my church;
for it will soon burn anyways.
I am a hopeless lover,
I will pine for you always,
I will always appreciate the scars you leave on my flesh,
I will love you for all time.
I am a dangerous lover,
I am a tormented lover,
I am a grotesque lover
and I am a hopeless lover,
I will become your slave
and I will smile as you dig your knife into me.
—  there is no room for fairytales in hell /// s.o.