Dima Maghreb And All Dat

dima maghreb and all dat 🇲🇦

Natalie Diaz, “Manhattan Is a Lenape Word.” Postcolonial Love Poem

“Intimidation had been his intention, and so he’d moved closer and closer… she wouldn’t know what it was like to have a man so near that the heat of his body seeped through her clothes, so close that she couldn’t tell where his breath ended and hers began… He was going to stop right there and leave her bothered and breathless. But when there was barely an inch between them, the pull grew too strong… the prickles of desire he’d meant to spark within her suddenly ignited within him.” — Julia Quinn, The Viscount Who Loved Me.

i said it once and i'll say it again: no more unnecessary plot lines unless they're relevant to the sex scenes.

"try something for me, mon cher" is thee scene of the show actually, because it tapped into the sexiest loustat dynamic there is. by which i mean it gave us louis feeling fun and flirty, cocky as all hell because he can get lestat to do whatever he wants if he just bats his eyelashes and asks him charmingly enough, and it gave us lestat going "omg babe you like me enough to manipulate me... true love is real" i love you gay people