Messenger Bunny

Sam Reid - Lambs of God

When I say I love pubes I don't mean like little wispy bits of neatly trimmed hair I mean a full fucking thick bush of curly dark pubic hair real curly and wiry that covers everything there's hair on the inner thighs hair down the ass crack hair everywhere

there's blood on the side of the mountain there's writing all over the wall shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall there's snow fallin' over the city you thought that it would wash away the bitter taste of my fury and all of the messes you made yeah, you think that you got away but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now bet you thought I'd never do it thought it'd go over my head I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter be somethin' easy to forget oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left but I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze my footsteps on the ground you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now through wading grass, the months will pass you'll feel it all around I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere but you can't catch me now no, you can't catch me now ooh, ooh ooh, ooh you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down you can't, you can't catch me now I'm comin' like a storm into your town you can't, you can't catch me now you can't, you can't, you can't there's blood on the side of the mountain It's turning a new shade of red yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect yeah, you thought that this was the end

the shrike beneath a sparrow's skin.

before that final damning act of courage and mercy, medraut had spent a day and most of a night limping on a broken knee through the frozen, bloody fields around camlan, searching for lleu. It was not three months since lleu had kissed and forgiven him his last winter’s betrayal. medraut would have given his own life to spare our brother’s. all he found of my twin after camlan was the golden circlet lleu had worn.

SCRIPTURES

In a world of Goewin. daughter of Artos, sister to her brothers. It follows the world beyond her written, personal scriptures, and explores a world for... another brother of her's. the world is cruel, and Athena is loud.

edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter. txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / A Coalition of Lions by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis / edit : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter . txt : by @to-lamb-to-slaughter / The Sunbird by Elizabeth Wein or @/tooboredforthis

you're allowed to be held.

I'm in the rafters looking down It's cold up here between walls of stone I made my home and the air hangs heavy with the incense feathers fall from pigeons cooing in the tower I rarely go down there, the view's just so beautiful from here and I can see everybody at their worst points at their worst points I'm not a sadist, I enjoy just being able to be witness of the loneliness and be a higher power In case there isn't one In case there isn't one I'm not a higher power, I just live in the ceiling 'cause I'm lonely on the fringes, and it gives my life some meaning In the exile In my exile the grey light filters through roof slabs and the flagstones glow bright from the stained glass a hundred feet below as I tiptoe creaking over prayers pleading with their maker crying with the choir I'm not immune to the sincerity below me makes me feel, it makes me holy, but through tears I understand that I do not belong no, I do not belong watching the figures, all the saints, but mostly sinners come and go and some are desperate, but the others have the sense that they do belong and I do not belong some only turn towards the heavens when the end Is feeling desperate, have the overwhelming feeling that there's nobody who's looking down at least I'm looking down

DAUGHTER OF LIFE, KNOW YOUR DEATH :

it was not I who loved, yet it was another world I wished for that did. may this rain and day be forever, for tonight only ends in blood and tears of my lost life and brother.

by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / rainer maria rilke, translation by c. f. macintyre, from duino elegies; “the second elegy,” / by @to-lamb-to-slaughter (source of image unknown) / medea by euripides

the wanderer

stop searching for a lost cause, little sister, you're heart will fall apart if you are to see the state of your brother. I know of morgause and I know of priamos, I will ensure that you will be safe, and I shall ensure you that kidane and turunesh welcome you with open arms, for you are my sister. by being my sister, you are their daughter. your eyes are hollow, and if I am there, it will only become empty.

requested by @notenderhands

Parallels: Medraut/Turunesh from The Winter Prince and Claude/Diana from Who Made Me A Princess

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