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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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HE WAS GOOD ; HE WAS DUTIFUL ; HE WAS BRAVE . WHO CAN DENY THAT ?
@ god…. why would u make me so full of love but so bad at loving
@spacehated: mccoy: 😤😤😤
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scowls at ???
a grin curves upward protruding flesh, blessed by horus! ‘ – swnw! you should show your … appreciation to the goddess sekhmet for your practice. your – aha – demeanor isn’t very appreciative. ’ syllables puerile, the tip of sun-kissed finger tapping the taller’s mouth. a light touch! nail drifting across the skin. ‘ as my presence is from the gods, you shall show me this admiration. ’
me?….. holding a grudge?……. Yes
‘ hah – tell me something, you! ’ torso twists in way of her path, arms twined behind the small of his back. god-born grin! lips pulled back, teeth visible. ‘ you do know stealing could have you killed. ’ voice pity-absent! twisted mirth ‘round syllables, head tilting. / @servesthegods.
burdencrowned.
❛ who hurt you ? ❜
‘ – ? … i – don’t understand. ’
i am learning to sharpen my teeth and rule kingdoms, instead.
arlen c. from “a letter from medusa”, unmythologize (via lifeinpoetry)
❝ TRUE AS IT CAN BE _____________________
Prince of Egypt director’s commentary: [Working on this sequence a “million” times] “Just trying to figure out what Rameses’s reaction would be when Moses returns. Would he be angry, would he be flippant, would he be overjoyed, what would he be? And because we built such a relationship between the brothers before and they had nothing against each other when Moses left, other than love and regret that he was leaving, it had to be joyful.” (3/?)
calling me “pretty boy” or “good boy” is the fastest way to get me weak and ready to listen to everything you say like as soon as those words leave your mouth i’m gone
pointyxearedbastard.
betrayed by the barest twitch in the corner of his lip, he cants his head by a degree. the shadow of something akin to amusement – curiosity, glittering back with dark brown eyes , ❝ in relative terms, it is no more unusual to myself, than your own attire is to you. ❞ Spock infers symbolism. uniform , like that of a soldier’s by best comparison. though , he would prefer a more non-violent term ,❝ may i inquire of your opinion then? ❞
chin cants upward, grin wary ‘pon protruding flesh. there was only egypt and its way, others defined with permanent distaste. what could surpass them? not this oddity. pride pulls his spine straight, eyes traversing the other. he looked wrong to he, sun-blessed. ‘ my opinion is that you need different clothes. ’ grin becomes twisted intent. ‘ haha – tell me, you choose to wear this? ’
punchit.
burning sands shift with an uneasy procession of forward motions . her mouth is arid , her tongue heavy and useless behind her teeth . from what she’s able to discern ——— she’s in a desert . a seemingly endless desert , but just beyond the horizon there’s something resembling civilization . a bit more , the scenery flashes before her as if it were being projected via a poorly made slideshow . black and white and tan all over .
she eventually discovers herself , knees first on solid ground , the world spinning . feet shuffle , voices are disembodied but near , but no one is touching her . she’s whispering for water , mouthing desperately before the world fades to an indefinite web of black .
anticipation replaces the bones in his body, re-building his stature! guards claim promises of a noticed figure on the outskirts, feeding a fire within forlorn heart! could it be moses? moons had circled the goddess nut’s sky many a-time since brother been lost, stubborn-made prince still traversing onward in spite! chariot’s wheels crunching grain ‘neath, the snort of horses. the guard at his side announces body to be anonymous as beasts halt beside it. despair threatens his countenance before shoulders hold rigid. he is egypt! horus-made and forged of gold. a careless wave of sun-blessed wrist. ‘ ... bring it up. ’
a woman! strange, both presence and appearance! compassion absent, he is agog, brows pinched. careless instruction to guard to drive chariot back with the stranger leaned ‘gainst base within. deft fingers draw ‘tween pads foreign cloth of her shirt, eyes narrowed. odd! head tilts side-ward. ‘ -- are you awake? ’ syllables wrought with command, a pointed finger digging into her shoulder. he did not want to touch much of her.
mohiican.
UNCERTAINTY LINGERED DEEP WITHIN , curious of this companion who , for once , sat SILENTLY across from . it was a relief from the alternate , the loud BOISTEROUS cries for response , demanding in nature & a stark contrast to the native which he so OBVIOUSLY looked upon with disdain . fingers dive into the cloth bag beside , pulling some strips of DRIED DEER MEAT from before a hand extends in offering . “ here , EAT . ” he doesn’t allow time for a response before leaning back once more , bringing a piece to his mouth as he STUDIES the other silently . dark eyes drop to rameses FEET , pausing for a moment before lifting in interest . “ ——— who is MOSES ? ”
o, pharaoh-king, how nature’s anonymity enervates! a self-curse that seats him in dirt. it wore raw his throat, a god unheard by this outsider. obdurate, eyes lift from ‘neath drawn brows to set on the man. how disagreeable. non-egyptian, a stranger he deemed lacking in traditions. who would not answer to pharaoh when he speaks? his words come from horus! scrutiny falls ‘pon offering, fingers that rested on his knees twinging. eat what? it looked unfit to be eaten. head turns to face away. he would not, though esurient. ‘ -- ... ? ’ moses? the question causes muscles to tense. ‘ ... he is ... nothing. ’ tones curt. his stare shifts to him, indignant. ‘ what? now you decide to talk to me? ’