Juliette: What Is Your Biggest Weakness?

Alright writer brain! Let’s make up a story.

I'd very much like to punch a feminist.

I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.

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No context just...

Her

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

Tuesday Mornings...

Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my “old” journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee. 

Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead

Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.

Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead

A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.

reblog to let him know that you love him

"I don't have the strength to see you cry..."

CW: Scared Bela. Abandonment (In A Way), A Healthy Seasoning of Angst

Bela steps in, beaming, eager to inform you about the conclusion of her novel. When she steps in and finds you sobbing, she becomes a little alarmed. “Y-Y/N?” You're lying on the floor, sobbing over something Bela can't quite put her finger on.

“Would you like to me to get mother?” “No...it’s fine…” “I’ll leave you be then.”

Before stepping toward the door, she attempts a feeble grin.

“No...don’t go…” “Y/N...I don't have the strength to see you cry…I’m sorry...”

She opens the door and looks back at you. "I promise you will heal." She shuts the door behind her before thunking her head against it.

“If only I were strong.”

:very silently reblogs:

"Please don't leave me alone..."

CW: Mentions of Carmilla

The two of you were having your regular afternoon in her room. The two of you would read together and you’d head back to your room and sleep for the night. But tonight that energy was a bit...off.

The two of you started a new book, Carmilla. It’s about a vampire named Mircalla Karnstein who feeds on young women. You’d heard the maidens around the castle talking about how the daughters are just like her. You didn’t see that as a bad thing but Bela did, apparently.

After a brief conversation on why not to read the book, you are thoroughly convinced not to read the book. You go to put the book back in the library until Bela’s voice sounds behind you.

“Please don’t leave me alone..” “What?” “I don’t want any of the maidens to murder me while you’re gone.” “And why would they do that?” “Because I’m like Carmilla…”

You discard the book to the floor, walking towards Bela. You take her into your arms, kissing her forehead. “You have nothing to worry about. Nothing to be scared about. Alcina nor your sisters would let something like that happen to you.” She nuzzles into your embrace, completely forgetting about the book.

I wrote a whole ass song and I was supposed to be asleep.

Fuck me slowly with a chainsaw.

~ Salem