Books n' poetry

Ana — 🌈 | 20y | 🇧🇷 | ISFJ

[leatherwingsinc-deactivated2015]

[caluummhood-deactivated20140506]

HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

[heritageposts]

date of origin: 2013

[trekkiehood]

I was honestly expecting it to end with horse plinko

[beloved-moony]

Bitches be kinning Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Neil Perry, and Todd Anderson, then wonder why they’re a depressed, anxious mess.

It’s me, I’m bitches

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

I bet Jar Jar is fucking hung like a whale. God he can raw me anyday.

I spent like two? Three? Entire weeks with this sitting in my askbox and I just. I got nothing. What could I possibly answer? I tried all the “nope” gifs in this god forsaken website, I tried to draw what my face looks like every time I read this, I tried to find fanart of jar jar with his wang out and the universe was kind enough to me so that I couldn’t find any. I got nothing. Nada. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. What am I gonna say? What in god’s name am I gonna say to that?!

You see, I wanna fuck general grievous. I do. I want him use all his four arms to simultaneously pull both my arms back and touch my tits as he fucks me with his mecha-schlong. I do. I wanna fuck darth Maul, pre-legs cut off or post metal legs+metal dick enhancement. I wanna lick those horns. Okay? I wanna fuck darth vader. Boy, oh, boy, I do. I wanna hear that hard breathing and wrap my legs over that dramatic cape while he force-chokes me and we do the do. Am I a weird robot-fucker? You bet your ass I am! Am I a tad too much on the horny side? Probably. Did I extrapolate my right to be horny on main? Fucking sue me. But this. THIS.

How do you want me to face my family and all the three (3) friends I have irl? How do you want me to walk into an elevator with a bunch of strangers and when an old lady says “the weather has been a little hot lately, isn’t it weird?” just to do small talk like every fucking old people I don’t know do, how do you expect me not to answer her with “y’know what’s weirder, someone at this very moment is thinking about Jar Jar Binks going balls-deep in them and I cannot talk about this to anyone and the knowledge of this? it’s eating me alive. ALIVE, ma’am, and I don’t mean this as some sick vore reference. Someone’s dreaming of those popped-up eyes, of that weird high-pitched voice screaming MEESA COMING while they’re filled up by Jar Jar Bink’s thick seed, and I’m just standing here while this very notion rots me to the core, taking all life away from me. It’s a nightmare. My entire life, a nightmare, because of an anon message from a horny jar jar fucker on tumblr. This is my floor now, ma’am, have a good day”

I leave the elevator. I probably have an appointment, but I can’t remember where, or what for. I sit down on the floor by the elevator doors. I sob for a full minute. I take the elevator back downstairs, I walk home, I collapse in bed and rub one out thinking of darth vader. I feel better.

Five minutes later, I think about this ask again, and my whole world collapses again. It’s only Tuesday. I sigh heavily and sit down to write this reply.-

Edit: a lot of this is exaggeration. Some of it is true. You get to pick what exactly.

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

The simple thought that the jar jar anon exists in the same world as we do gives me shivers. I bet that if I look upon them, whoever they are, I will die instantly.

[letitrainathousandflames]

Replies hall of fame

+ bonus (someone that should be feared):

[kaijutegu]

I’m sure that somebody has probably pointed it out already, but there is officially published material in one of the art books of naked Jar Jar, and he’s like a Ken Doll down there:

[manlybutterflys]

@kaijutegu ever heard of a cloaca? Jar jar is a reptile.

[kaijutegu]

Nope, Gungans are amphibians! Amphibians, while in possession of a cloaca, are not in possession of dicks. They just don’t work that way. When amphibians reproduce, they do something called a cloacal kiss, where the male ejects sperm directly into the female. Tailed frogs do have an extendible cloaca that can help propel the sperm into the other cloaca, and sometimes it comes out in packets, but amphibians have no penises. Jar Jar is packing absolutely nothing.

Also, having a cloaca doesn’t necessarily mean you don’t have a dick. Lizards have two dicks tucked up inside their cloacas. But amphibians just don’t work that way. Frogs, salamanders, Gungans? Dickless wonders the lot of ‘em.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

There goes anon’s hopes and dreams

[catgirlforeskin]

more importantly, why would even want Jar Jar to have a dick when we’ve seen their tongue game in such excruciating detail in the films? I’m a lesbian and am repulsed by men and even I’d consider getting cleaned out by it

[rulerofdumbassery]

What the absolute fuck did I read? I just woke up, and I get hit with a jar jar dick debate….

[sword-and-nightingale]

Every day and every night, I am reminded by this site that language is a concept humans have created and that words have meaning. I am reminded every day and every night of this fact viciously and brutally by this site. We should have never crawled out of the sea.

[all-hail-mono-onion]

please. please leave me alone

[emotional-support-vulcan-deacti]

I’m starting to regret ever watching star wars because I’m pretty sure this would have dealt 90% less psychic damage if I didn’t know who jar jar Binks is

[illuminatedtears]

What in the everlasting drip of fuck is this

[sewinggrace]

Why the fuck was this first thing I saw when I opened tumblr

[ismine-allmine-allmine-deactiva]

’The Picture of Dorian Gray’ by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)

[days-of-reading]

Anne Carson, Nox

[recaption]

[delad-gladje-delad-sorg-deactiv]

Reblog to send every single person who has read one of your stories a forehead kiss

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

Israel is a vile, sadistic, cruel, immeasurably pathetic country that will go down in history as one of the most despotic regimes of all time. An entire nation of settlers and colonizers so drunk on their own ethnonationalist wet dreams they can’t see how utterly fucked they are. Not even with their billions of dollars of military gear and the unyielding patronage of the greatest empire on Earth have they been able to crush the Palestinian people. Palestine will be free again in our lifetimes and Israel will only be remembered as the insane orgy of cruelty it has always been. Deal with it Zionists.

[shisasan]

𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶)

[dvstgatherer]

[katiemcgrath]

City of Westminster, London, England | 2019

[loveliesuggestion]

i want to slow dance with you in the kitchen when the sun goes down and the only light is the orange glow of your favorite candles

[archaic-stranger]

the literature students

nights spent studying in the library, dozens of books piled on the desk before you

lingering in your favorite bookstore

debating with friends about your favorite authors

old books with faded bindings and handwritten notes in the margins

memorizing your favorite passages to recite back to yourself

overfilled bookshelves, volumes stacked on the floor by your bed

scribbling notes to yourself late at night, then trying to decipher them in the morning

beautiful handwriting scrawled across the page

worn out copies of your favorite books

wishing you could resurrect long-dead authors and poets

ribbon bookmarks tucked between pages

quotes by your favorite authors written on your walls

libraries with bookshelves that tower to the ceiling, books as far as the eye can see

carrying a book with you everywhere you go

fancy volumes with gilded edges

deep analysis, dissecting themes and diction and metaphor

leaning forward in your seat during class, eager to share your insights

researching your favorite authors, beginning to understand why they wrote how they did

handwritten copies of poems pinned up by your desk

the ache of finishing a particularly good book, knowing you’ll never read it for the first time again

annotating writing in your favorite pen

a sense of comfort anywhere you’re surrounded by books

[remanence-of-love]

[ashesofthegods]

„carpe diem, seize the day, boys.”

[dark-academia-in-russia]

[incorrecthpjo]

Remus while covered up with a blanket, drinking coffee and eating chocolate: I’m a dangerous monster