for girls who run from pleasure and pain

I always leave after sex.
It’s not a habit, it’s a desperate need,
and it’s not leaving
so much as fleeing,
slamming doors faster than I can open them,
outrunning nightmares that haven’t
been born yet—

My morning after
follows the twenty-minute torture
that some people call cuddling
and his groggy request,
Stay the night.  I decline
on my way to Let me brush my teeth,
and have hopped the subway
before he has time to wonder
where I put my toothbrush.

Sex is its own
where to waterboard is to swallow,
and a finger trap
is a wet hole where my hand shouldn’t be.
A kiss feels like grating gravel
against my molars, and a hug
squeezes the air
from the balloon inside my ribcage;
he doesn’t notice me pop.

Some people understand that
No means no
but can’t grasp that
No means never.
No, I will never want your hands, I—
No, I will never want your tongue, I—
No, I will never want to touch you, I—
can’t feel my own fingertips,
please stop.

I can’t say that.
It’s easier to lie limply for fourteen minutes
than it is to define the word asexual
and spend two hours reassuring him,
It’s not you, it’s me,
which turns into,
Maybe we’ll try again tomorrow.
Ad nauseum, ad nauseum,
until I’m the one getting nauseous
inside his toilet bowl.

So I endure.
I press on as the fingers press in,
and press hard as he tells me to lean in.
It’s over.
I exhale.
He wants kisses.
He wants me to stay the night
and ice my jaw against his skin.
I kiss his sticky fingers.
Let me just brush my teeth.
And before he has time to wonder
where I put my toothbrush,
I’ve hopped the fence
and am gone.

aphrodite is a junior dating a senior boy, a girl out of school and her european history professor.
she wakes with black mascara scratches on her pillow
and lungs full of ash and happiness

artemis is a senior
she looks after the female freshmen
and fights off leering lads with sharp words and sharper eyeliner
(despite the pepper spray in her bag)

athena maintains her reputation as an ice cold bitch
no one knows how she fears intimacy
how she trembles to think someone knowing her completely

hera is the queen of the school
and tries not to notice when her boyfriend’s eyes wander
she is untouchable
(but so, so lonely)

persephone knows his eyes are on her
eyes belonging to a dark, thoughtful young man
she ignores the advice of artemis
and carries on picking flowers

—  ideas live on, through many bodies
greek gods in high school
“Howl” - Blaine

Recovery was slow. Then it was fast. And then it was terrifying. 

(The night Blaine gets turned into a werewolf coincides with the school dance from hell, because when it rains, it pours.)

Warnings for: Sadie Hawkins being awful, assault, injury, animal attack, angst. But the Anderson family is here, so there’s that. (This is two years before Kurt and Blaine meet.)

Part 13 of the Wax Verse. Kurt’s a vampire, Blaine’s a werewolf, etc. For the rest of the out-of-chronological-order verse thus far: Wax Masterpost

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Her Story

In response to the many requests for Merida and Zelena’s back-story in “Her” verse. Have a lovely Monday, everyone.

She never expected this.

It’s too much, the way her chest constricts at the sight of this child she’s half-feared for months on end, the overpowering need she feels to hold this baby to her chest—the very baby conceived with the express intent of destroying her happiness. Where had it come from, this desire to tuck this child into the crook of her elbow and rock her tiny body close to her heart, to sing to her, to kiss her forehead, to cherish this infant who nearly cost her everything, to cradle her soft head so she never doubts that she’s loved and wanted?

Loved. And wanted.

For she is.

She’s Robin’s daughter—Zelena’s daughter—her daughter, damn it. This baby is a wanted child, a child born to a father—no, to two parents who will love and raise her in a manner so that she will never doubt just how special she is.

Even if the woman who gave birth to her tried to kill her in an unexpected ambush just hours ago. Even if that same woman is now dead.

Dead. The thought still makes her shiver.

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I’m sure this is exactly what Thomas Jefferson had in mind…

This week, Liberty Institute and volunteer attorney Paul Clement asked the Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces (CAAF)—the highest military court whose cases are subject to review by the Supreme Court of the United States—to review the case of Lance Corporal (LCpl) Monifa Sterling, USMC. LCpl Sterling was convicted at a court-martial for putting a Bible verse on her computer when she was stationed at Camp Lejune, North Carolina.

After being criminally prosecuted by the United States Government, LCpl Sterling initially represented herself, then appealed her case to the Navy-Marine Corps Court of Criminal Appeals. She again cited her First Amendment rights to religious expression, as well as her protection under the Religious Freedom Restoration Act (RFRA). RFRA is a vital law that has been used in court to protect religious liberty in various contexts.

But in this case, both the trial and the appellate court said RFRA did not apply because displaying a Bible verse does not constitute religious exercise.  Sterling and her attorneys take issue with this opinion.

“If the government can order a Marine not to display a Bible verse, they could try and order her not to get a religious tattoo, or go to church on Sunday,” says Liberty Institute Director of Military Affairs and Senior Counsel Mike Berry. “Restricting a Marine’s free exercise of religion is blatantly unconstitutional.”

He isn’t magic
or a miracle
He isn’t perfect
or the best
I am the same person with him
as I would be without
and he is all I can write about.

There’s nothing in particular that I want from him
“Forever” is not something promised to each other
but he makes me feel
he makes me feel

He doesn’t contact me in my quiet hours
He won’t ever love me
But in my present time,
I just want him
and I want his happiness
more than anything

I am good enough for lonely nights,
his fingers taste so good on my tongue
in the bed where we fall asleep together
and his eyes stare right at mine

He smiles for me
but lately, not for himself
Sometimes, I pray she comes back.
I just want his heart to be warm again.

So someone please come quickly,
something please come quickly,
breathe back into him
the life I wish
I could fill his lungs with

- by quietmynx

werewolfzero asked:

OH OH OH you made another part to dad Sidney aaaah! So cute. And the world knows he's a papa! How did they find out; did Sid just come out with it, did a snoopy reporter see him walking around 'in disguise' with her, did Geno get overheard babbling to Gonch in Russian about what a cutie Elizabeth Crosby is?

3/? of the teenaged parent!sid fic. 1, 2.

There’s a press conference, the unexpected kind that years later people will come to recognise as something big going down (Sid’s concussion, Tanger’s stroke, Duper’s blood cloths, Olli’s cancer. And okay, yeah, mostly that’s all been rotten luck, but the big announcements starts with Lizzie).

There is a lot of shock, naturally. It spreads outside of the sports media into mainstream news until it becomes national, and then international news.

The attention is…overwhelming. It’s unlike anything Sidney has ever experienced, and he’s been living in the bright glare of the media lights since he was prepubescent. There is a crazy three months of unrelenting questions and attention, reporters trying to discover the identity of Lizzie’s mother, the circumstances of her conception and birth – it’s a lot, and through all of it, Geno is there to support him.

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