lizziebennets:

Jenna Coleman for The Guardian (20.08.2016)

incorrect-clexa:

Hey folks, this is not your typical post about incorrect quotes.

I want to address a serious issue today, and most of you probably know what’s been going on in the US.

The killing of George Floyd started another serious and necessary debate on Police brutality in the states. (And I think not just there. Every country is affected in some way or another.)

My heart doesn’t ache, no. My heart is bleeding and crying out of pain about what has been going on for days now. What people have been going through for years and years. This is not the first case of police brutality against POC, nor the second, and it probably isn’t the last one.

It happened so many times already that I can’t count them all. Our world has lost so many beautiful souls to this never-ending issue. Additionally to this, we lost so many brothers and sisters of color who were part of the LGBTQ+ community too. Even though it is pride month, I can’t enjoy and celebrate it as much as I want to.

But now is the time to act. Now more than ever!
We all have a voice, and I’m sure as hell using mine.
And I want you to do the same.

40 Ways you can help right now shows you different techniques and approaches to support the #blacklivesmatter movement in various forms.

Everyone’s able to do something. Even if you don’t have the money to donate, or you’re not from the US, share articles, draw attention to it in some way. Being silent about this puts you on the side of the offenders.

I understand that I will never understand. However, I stand with all of you!!!

Credit goes to @sfbucketlist on instagram for these 40 ways you can help right now.

Gentle Swell

I find the gentle curve of a neck visually irresistible  The way it swoops downwards from the chin, a desperately sharp incline that suddenly mellows out into that beautiful delicacy, the windpipe surrounded by soft lines, tendons and muscles and skin, before being stemmed into the equally delicate base of the collar bones. 

It’s a hard thing not to indulge, mostly because of all the things that are running through my mind like a ticker tape parade, each word another float, another jubilant celebration of sadism and all the darkly amusing things I’d like to do to such a pretty throat. You cant your head to the side and a whole new suite of muscles are brought into sharp relief, and my thoughts divert down the path of all the things that would look fitting on such a lovely neck. The things that could surround it, leash it, collar it. From chokers to ties, rope to collars. Leather, lace, and everything in between.

A neck makes a pretty focal point, not least because it manages to manifest all the emotions that run through your mind in the midst of your most aroused moments. You mentally constrict, your mind balling up into a tight wad of lust and sex, and my thumb presses down hard on your windpipe, cutting off your airflow and forcing you to writhe just a little bit harder. It’s a button, an immediacy of control that I can’t help but push. 

I don’t want to strangle you, don’t make that mistake. It’s not about putting you in danger, or even making you feel like you are. Trust throbs at the very heart of things, and instead it’s about the knowledge of vulnerability it imbues, the idea that perhaps you are at my mercy, and that’s exactly where you want to be. A little deprivation with your deviation, if you please.