Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
cure me doctor
jam a sharpened pole down my dislocated jaw and out from my back, straight though the middlish knuckle of my spine, and leave my skin to burn under the earths ever scorching eye
let me stare back unrestrained as the skin on my face melts with gentle featherlight caresses of beginning rays, and then later blister at noon as it glares through my throat and past my limp limbs
- anon is angry bc their coworker kept interrupting her trying to speedread fanfic during her lunch break
sasunaru to me is what the perspiration on the fishermen’s hand is to the dying trout
sweet succulent life sustaining liquid gold u r
idc if ur too unique niche freak to appreciate the yin and yang populating the mainstream ships i rlly couldn’t give a fuck if u pounded one right into my g-spot
they didn’t run so insert homoerotic rivalry can walk here- no
they leisurely strolled down a dirt path barren of greenery, and from their mere presence flowers of shining beauty and grace thence forth sprouted from the infertile earth, and life was once again colorful with impossible life
they yearned so hard that a sexual relationship can only begin to scratch the intimacy these two crave from one another
they hump and fuck like rabid dogs bc there is no other way to be closer and they’ve tried to crack each other open violently too frequently and fruitlessly to blindly let it be their solution again
there is no absolving the space between their freakish hearts- all big and pumping and so full of love and hurt they sometimes don’t know the difference
soulmates twin flames heart parallels-
all the labels and words and terms are never enough bc they aren’t woven tg thread of skin to thread of goddamn skin and they can’t fucking cope with the reality that that isn’t an option
so watch it u porn addled fiends, bc if the anal is anything less than deeply sentimental and overwhelming and wound melding and soul crushing and peace reaching, you’re writing them wrong
they need no less then to eat each other alive, but they settle for rushed blowjobs and cockwarming occasionalities
they need no less then to reach a hand into the others chest and feel their own heart beating alive in their palm, but they settle for sucking hickeys into the pulsing sound beckoning through their throat
they need no less then to kill each other, but would fall into such ironic tragedy in the aftermath of voids and oblivion and piercing numbness that’ll colors their finger tips purple while burning their eyes crimson from cold, eternal oceans of unshed salt, so they settle for loving each other
they don’t blend or dance or toe the line of obsession and hatred and love and humanity and feeling
They Are That Line
and I’ll be damned if the general consensus between the two remains the misconception of cheap and easy Enemies-To-LoversTM
fuck u
treat my yaoi with the reverent touch u would bow to a shrine to and the ears opened eye widened awe you reserve for humanities greatest living legends, and then up the dosage of pure admiration by a hundred and ten fucking percent
have u ever had to curb the burning disgust boiling ur stomach skin alive bc that stupid bitchmo in social situation xzy won’t catch a fucking clue and honor suicide to finally atone for the intensity and quantity of days they ruin just by freely expressing themselves to others like anyone else gives a hot fucking damn?
this is how I feel abt yamaguchi manlet bastard tadashi
Go hop on the roof of a train and then get decapitated by an incoming tunnel u horses ass fuck u and ur faggotity ass backstory u good for nothing piece of filth I hate u and everything u stand for u twink bait get pumped and dumped beta lil lil lil BITCH boy