#bordering on

[cleverreports]

We report: we have kept an eye on the sunrise through each of its phases, from the darkest shade of blue to our burning retina in the sunshine. This feels like a hot day in the making already - everyone knows it. Our expert is still asleep, but they know it. It is in the smell.

[deweydecimalchickens]

"I've been trying to show you over and over

Look at these, my child-bearing hips

Look at these, my ruby-red ruby lips

Look at these my work-strong arms and

You've got to see my bottle full of charm

I lay it all at your feet

You turn around and say back to me:

Sheela-na-gig

Sheela-na-gig

You exhibitionist"

Sheela-na-Gig figure, above the disused north doorway of St Lawrence's parish church, Church Stretton. The oldest parts of the building are 12th-century Norman and the whole building is Grade I listed. The Sheela may be older as she clearly doesn't match the other stonework and the lopsidedness indicates she was taken from another setting. I'm inclined to blame the stone blocking her vagina on the Victorians who restored the church, but honestly it just makes it more obvious.

I don't know what she means but I'm glad she exists. Maybe a Celtic goddess. Maybe scaring off the devil by showing him your hoohaa. Maybe a permanent reminder to wash that man right out of your hair and take your hips to one who cares.

[destructiivity]

“You’re really pale…”

His hand came up, resting on the doorway to steady himself. He’d just come back from looking in the mirror and seeing it for the first time. His eyes. They were black. His sister was dead, and he was the darkness keeper now.  He felt a bit like he was going to pass out.

“I don’t…” He couldn’t complete the thought, just trying to stay on his feet.

[dragonflamesoul]

Perhaps a little crazy...

"Dumbass... Don't dream..." Talon mumbled. Shaking violently with his head in his hands, the rest of his body was nearly tucked into a ball. Between two plants in the greenhouse he sat, huddled close to the wall and as out-of-sight as possible.

He didn't dare to retreat to the couch, hug a pillow, guard one of his lieutenant's rooms, or remain on the bed he had been sleeping on moments prior; Parts of him would spasm too violently and unleash what felt like a bolt of pure hatred in some sort of aura around his body. The plants he sat between had already begun to sour, looking darker and more menacing the more they were exposed.

That dream had crept up on him again. The one where he couldn't move because of what the bitch did, then Cyrus entered to fuck him up more. It wasn't even a day after their little research session that damaged his healing factor and sent him into cardiac arrest... The helplessness and the pain had triggered something that both burned and chilled his veins.

A twisted, jagged grin cracked across his face, too wide to be natural as he bared his fangs to the world.

It had been power. Power in its purest form. With it, the rules and boundaries of the world had broken down, going from massive, inescapable walls to a three-foot high staircase. Not even a staircase, but a small mound of dirt that he could easily step over. He could do anything...

And then the thoughts came in. All of them. Everything, all at once.

Between the two distorted, snarling plants, Talon wept.

[imironmanyourenot]

[buttastic]

these wounds won't seem to heal

this pain is just too real

[ask-noodle-armed-amon]

"Simple. I was born with noodle arms, just like everyone else in this alternate universe that I live in. Even the pretty little Avatar has said arms. It is your rigid, limited pair of arms that looks a bit hilarious to me."