Eid Mubarak, I Love You All, May We Witness A Free Palestine Within Our Lifetimes Inshallah

Eid Mubarak, I love you all, may we witness a free Palestine within our lifetimes inshallah

goddamn y’all can someone pls spare rosekiller horny thoughts 😭 growing desperate here!

yeah so like… barty jerking off and evan choking him with a belt.

he's got this thing for the way it looks against barty’s throat. fascinated by how leather digs in against the fairness there, so stark. and barty's trying so desperately to keep his eyes locked with evan's, almost like a challenge. but its the same every time—his eyes start to roll, fluttering when evan pulls the belt tighter.

evan can almost see the struggle playing out right there in barty's eyes—determination to stay present, to somehow still be on top. because barty's never been one to just lay down and submit; but its like his body has other ideas, eyelids getting heavier, starting to droop. and he's trying so hard, truly. evan tells him so. cause there's this split second where ev can almost hear his frustration, annoyance at his own body for not keeping up with his will.

but ev likes to see it—perverse fascination, a fucked up mix of morbid curiosity and pity. watching barty struggle like a winged bug on its back, his body twitching and rhythm around his cock stuttering the longer evan holds the belt taught. evan's waiting for that moment, when it’s been a while and barty’s skin goes almost translucent. when he can see the blue-green veins map under his skin. and when he lets go, letting barty intake in a ragged, gasping breath, how the color rushes back alabaster to nude to flush red. like watching a peach ripen in fast motion.

and ev knows the human body, knows that it can only withstand 180 seconds without air. he doesn't need to count, but finds himself doing it anyways. because wants to find out exactly how long it takes, how many times he has to bring barty there for him to leave his the pale of his throat marked. bruised purple with the imprint of a buckle.

Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

‘im a girl’ ’im a boy’ okay well ive got boulders on my shoulders collarbones begin to crack there is very little left of me and it’s never coming back

moonwater au where regulus is trans and his periods happen to occur around the full moon. when he befriends remus, remus immediately thinks that hes also a werewolf because of all the “signs” (ie being irritable and in pain around the full, refusing to change around others, knowing how to get blood stains out, etc)

and hes so excited to find someone else like him that he just sort of,,, tracks regulus down one day and is like “i know your secret” and regulus, thinking that remus figured out hes trans, freezes. he panics internally, his mind whirring with how much does he know? and who will he tell? but most of all, what lie can i tell that will be convincing enough for remus lupin to believe?

so when remus continues, saying “i know youre a werewolf too” regulus just sort of,,, goes with it. hes all “yup yup yup, totally a werewolf, thats my big secret, you caught me” and remus is just relieved that he finally has someone to talk about it with. because sure, he can complain to sirius and james and peter about the transformations, but its not the same as talking with someone who actually experiences it, who actually lives it.

and its when they start having these talks that regulus realizes that, funnily enough, being a trans man is not all that different from being a werewolf. when remus talks about looking in the mirror and seeing someone elses body, regulus gets it. and when regulus talks about the fear of losing your friends if they discover who you are, remus gets it too. its a weight off of both of their shoulders, having someone that relates so deeply to their experiences, and they start to become close. really close.

eventually remus starts acting different around him, small touches and lingering glances filling their time together, and regulus begins to feel guilty. immensely guilty. hes been deceiving remus, listening to him divulge his innermost secrets under false pretenses, and now remus has feelings for him. nevermind the fact that regulus returns said feelings, because thats irrelevant. after remus discovers hes been lying this whole time, about being a werewolf and about being a cis man, he wont want regulus anyways. and its not like he deserves his love, not with how cruel regulus is and how kind remus is.

then remus tries to kiss him, and regulus cant do it anymore. he starts crying and admits he was lying the entire time, that hes not a werewolf, that hes actually a trans man, and hell understand if remus doesnt want him anymore. remus is quiet for a moment out of pure shock before he just starts laughing. like folded over, belly-aching laughing. and regulus is internally panicking the entire time but remus just cant help it. he thinks back to every “sign” he ever noticed and cant believe that he missed this. finally he calms down just enough to collect himself and looks to regulus, who is still panicking, and says “i guess our times of the month arent quite so similar afterall”

regulus bursts into startled laughter and remus cant help but join him, but then tears of relief start clouding regulus’ eyes because he was so sure remus would hate him. so, so sure, but he doesnt and the relief is overwhelming. then remus pulls him into a tight hug, and he thinks maybe theyre alright.

yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow