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#mina harker's unclean! unclean!

orphelinedean

Mary Shelley “Matilda”

1x20

I carved you into a new animal, Dean. There is no going back. Maybe you’re right. But now it’s my turn to carve.

Supernatural, 4.16 On the Head of a Pin. Written by Ben Edlund.

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“But the erotic look is not simply the prelude to intercourse: in some texts, it is intercourse. As Kleinias explains to Kleitophon, viewing and being viewed by one’s beloved is better than sex: “This pleasure is greater than that of consummation for the eyes receive each others’ reflections, and they form there from small images as in mirrors. Such outpouring of beauty flowing down through them into the soul is a kind of copulation at a distance. This is not far removed from the intercourse of bodies.” […] The “intercourse of bodies” of viewing suspends the penetration grid, allowing both parties simultaneously to penetrate and be penetrated.”

— Christopher A. Frilingos, Spectacles of Empire: Monsters, Martyrs, and the Book of Revelation

lemondropsonice

N° 3 in the little birthday spam for Cristina - SN: 02x13

feral-ballad

I was touching him. I was going to touch him. I had touched him. Yes, I felt everything. Insensate with longing, I felt it all at once. It wasn’t enough. I felt an endless hunger from the corners of my soul. I set alight the evening with my immolation. I left trails of blood behind. I had kissed him — almost — and I was half out of my mind. I was stripped bare. Cleaved in half. Spilling my guts out onto the street. I felt forced inside out.

Yves Olade, from Slaughterhouse; “The Slaughterhouse”

triptihosmrti

edit of Ego by Draconis

lunchboxpoems

AT YOUR AGE, I WORE A DARKNESS

several sizes too big. It hung on me like a mother’s dress. Even now,

as we speak, I am stitching a darkness you’ll need to unravel,

unraveling another you’ll need to restitch. What can I give you

that you can keep? Once you asked, Does the sky stop? It doesn’t stop,

it just stops being one thing and starts being another.

Sometimes we hold hands and tip our heads way back

so the blue fills our whole field of vision, so we feel like

we’re in it. We don’t stop, we just stop being what we are

and start being what? Where? What can I give you

to carry there? These shadows of leaves—the lace in solace?

This soft, hand-me-down darkness? What can I give you

that will be of use in your next life, the one you will live without me?

MAGGIE SMITH

chateauofmymind

ABIGAIL HOBBS – HAUNTING AND HAUNTED

fatimah asghar, how’d your parents die again? // hannibal, episode 1.01 “apéritif” // angela carter, the lady of the house of love // hannibal, episode 2.13 “mizumono” // hannibal, episode 3.04 “aperitivo” // richard siken, landscape with fruit rot and millipede // hannibal, episode 3.09 “… and the woman clothed with the sun” // hannibal, episode 1.09 “trou normand” // hannah cohen, crush