HISTORY KEEPS PULLING ME DOWN!

        “You still have a gender? IN 2020?”

      “GROW UP, BRUH, LIKE WHO’S CIS?”

                           RELEASE MY SOUL FROM THIS PLACE

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Heaven and Hell 

mcneyhoney‌:

@malaakh​

      “ i spent my rent money on material for a new costume and halfway through the first line of stitching my fucking sewing machine started revving, spitting,  sparking.   long story short now i’m couch hopping and have a date with a fireman tomorrow night. got a dress i can borrow? “

     um. ‘ what color do you need, because i’ve got everything from silverly and sophisticated, to chartreuse and slutty? ‘ maybe, let’s not question why she has all these things. a crow-like need to be surrounded by pretty things? an unlimited amount of funds and literally enternity to spend it in? ‘ does cut matter? ‘

                          HISTORY KEEPS PULLING ME DOWN!

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destructiveglitch‌:

— What a beautiful smile, 

                one he’s missed in the dead of night on planets ripped from life, in the dark of his quarters with no one to hold, leaving him to yearn and pine for what must’ve felt like centuries– UNTIL NOW! Even after all this time, she still knows just what to say to make him glow like an alien lighthouse. “Oh, he he he!” he giggles, a sound so unusual coming from a cosmic reject, but one that exists only for her to hear. Cadillac twirls a lock of hair around his finger. “Admiral, navy, azure, some mixture of! I’m just happy to see you noticed!” 

Something inside of him is set alight by her doing, be it the endearing color on the apples of her cheeks, or her shameless doting. Regardless of her choice, he is quick to sweep her off her feet and decorate her face with smudges of his black lipstick. “MWAH, MWAH!” Each kiss is wetter than the one before. “Oh, Marrrrryam!” he purrs. “You have no idea how delighted I am to hear that you still long for me, as much as I have been longing for you! Every memory of you has been haunting me, tormenting me! Memories of your perfume and the smell of your lotion; the warmth of your arms, and the comfort I can find only in the folds of your embrace; the ringing in your voice each time you sing my name, that is so unlike how anyone has ever said it before. I’ve missed you! Even in your absence I kept loving you, and in the gift that is your presence I continue to love you!”

She remembers with perfect clarity, those love poems of old, the sweetest words bound to paper and sung, or recited. There isn’t a single poet who isn’t sure that their love is the holiest, the purest, beyond reproach even at its most hedonistic. Kiss me with the kisses of your mouth, wrote Solomon. Give me my sin again, said Shakespeare. She holds memories of David and Johnathan, of Solomon and the Queen of Sheda, of Emperor Ai cutting his sleeve to let his lover sleep just a moment longer. Even so, Solomon and Mary Oliver, Langston Hughes, all those besotten poets who came before her can’t hold a candle to what she feels for cadillac. His words are pure magic, and she feels every inch of herself come alive.

Oh, Maryam could just swoon!

And she does, all giggly and excited as Cadillac sweeps her off her feet and peppers her brown face with kisses. She knows there are sticky black marks all over her cheeks, and she warms from the tip of her toes to the very ends of her hair. She melts into him, feeling the pressure at her back where her wings would be, almost full up enough to burst out of her human bindings and show, right then and there, her eyes and wings and terrible mouths.

“My beautiful poet!” Shoshanna cries, sneaking in kisses when she can. “Have you missed me terribly? Did you weep for me? WAIL FOR ME?”

Um! Let’s plot!  Let’s get into some cosmic horror!

escapedartgeek‌:“

“I can at least get good-weird.“ That applied to so much that even if Zora couldn’t get the details, they could at least sympathize to things being good weird. “Yeah, smelling things is very nice. Especially with everything coming back to life and everything.“

“Maybe not.. erased so much. I can take on forms that are much more cosmic energy than anything else.. and that usually removes me from human existence. But I get the feeling that it’s still quite different from what you’ve encountered.“

“ OH, but that sounds so cool? cosmic energy ... funky! fun! tell me more! ”

escapedartgeek‌:

   “Alright then. That’s pretty cool - more power to you. I guess more than anything, how does it feel to be back in a physical form?  That change has to be a lot.” If nothing else, Z knew that shifting forms could be an overwhelming experience to say the least. Perhaps even more so in Maryam’s case considering the whole being snapped up aspect of it all.

" WEIRD? but like, good-weird! ” it’s a lot more complex to explain, and she wishes she had the words to describe how it felt to be scattered then put back togehther. the human tongue is so limited. what she really needs is the echolocation skills of a fruit bat so she can express herself. “ i have a nose again, which is always cool. i missed smelling things. springtime, you know? ”

“ have you ever, well, been temporarily erased from human existence? “

destructiveglitch‌:

— “Maryam, Maryam!”

               He sings her name with an inexplicable fondness, his hair swaying gracefully when he laughs. “Ha ha, how curious! I used to be not as deep of a blue– pretty sure I… grew a few inches too.” Deep in thought, Cadillac taps his chin. “Questions I have plenty of. For one, are you still a… how do you say… lesbian?”

she actually can’t stop smiling. the sensation is familiar; she remembers, her first time on earth, the pleasure of skin pulling to reveal teeth. maryam wants to leap into cadillac’s arms, right now, just because she can again! for now — “yes, look how blue you are! so lovely! what is it? admiral? navy?”

she blushes. “of course! i have no gender and my heart longs for women! for you!”

REPOST & BOLD WHICHEVER APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE !

TOUGH SHELL

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting.unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colors.

SOFT INSIDE

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace.soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors.

KINDA tagged by @spiritiium but not really b/c i’m just trying to Intergrate myself back in the gamez

um i’m tagging @destructiveglitch​ b/c duh and obvi!

“well, i used to be called shoshannah then god snapped me up and now i’m maryam. “ she smiles, very happy to be back in a tangible physical form, no longer air and atoms and thought. “ any questions ? “