Ahead of The Royal Agricultural Winter Fair, we placed ads in 25 locations around Toronto to remind passersby that all animals want to live—not be someone’s meal 🐔❗
🚨 Animals are being decapitated, and their severed body parts are kept alive for hours. @Dyson is selling through a retailer tied to funding this horror.
Text NOW to demand Dyson reconsider ties with HKTV and stop helping fund these experiments ❌
A MASSIVE message for Pope Leo!
Ahead of his arrival in Peru, @PETA_Latino, @AchoSinToros and @PeruAntitaurino unfurled a GIANT banner demanding that the Church cut ties with bullfighting, where bulls are tortured and killed during religious festivities.
There's NOTHING holy about celebrating animal suffering.
They called her the Black Bride.
Every kingdom feared her. Every church condemned her. Nobody ever asked what she had survived to become this.
Her whole life, she was told who to love, how to behave, and how much of herself she was allowed to keep. She learned to shrink so others could stay comfortable.
On her wedding night, she stopped asking permission.
She stood beneath a ruined cathedral in mourning lace and a crown of iron thorns. Behind her waited the King of Ashes, an immortal who had conquered seven kingdoms and forgotten the meaning of mercy.
He offered her eternity.
She accepted. But not for the reason he believed.
He thought her silence meant obedience. He thought she was surrendering.
When he stepped closer, he saw the gold awakening in her eyes.
"Do you regret your decision?" he asked.
She turned to him.
"I regret only that you believed I needed saving."
He reached for the thorns. "Those will destroy you."
"Perhaps."
"You will become something even I cannot control."
For the first time, she smiled.
"Now you understand."
The ground began to tremble. Beneath the cathedral, the oldest gods woke from their sleep, and he finally realised the darkness had never answered his call.
It had answered hers.
He wanted a bride.
He had summoned a queen.
And the rest of his immortal life would be spent learning one thing: how to love her without ever owning her.
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Some women are not cursed.
They are simply too powerful for the people who needed them small.
If this hurt in a familiar way, you already know why. 🖤
@WildeDire Real love isn't about possession or control, it's about freedom, trust and choosing each other without being forced to stay. Sometimes the greatest love is simply knowing you are free to leave, but still wanting to stay.
The night Heaven sent an angel to retrieve her, the Devil was holding her as though she were the last beautiful thing left in creation.
The garden lay beneath the ruins of an ancient kingdom. White flowers trembled in a wind that smelled of rain and forgotten prayers.
She stood between two immortals.
One had black wings and horns, and eyes that had frightened kings for ten thousand years.
The other was an angel, radiant and untouched by suffering.
"Come with me, Elara," the angel said. "Your place is among the living. He has no right to keep you."
But she noticed something the angel didn't.
The Devil was trembling.
Malachar. The demon who had brought seven kingdoms to their knees. The one Heaven itself feared.
He could barely look at her.
"Tell him," he whispered.
"Tell him what?"
"That I never asked you to stay."
His voice broke.
"I gave you a thousand chances to leave. Every night, I unlocked the gates. Every morning, I waited to find you gone. Because I knew that if you stayed, you would discover what I truly am."
She touched his cheek.
"I discovered that long ago."
"Then why are you still here?"
"Because you were the first creature who could have possessed me, and never once asked me to belong to you."
The angel lowered his hand.
He had come for a prisoner.
He found a woman making her own choice.
But Heaven had one last cruelty.
If she stayed, the Devil would become mortal. His power, his immortality, everything that made him feared, gone.
Malachar looked at her and smiled, softly, sadly.
"Perhaps I could finally learn what it means to have only one lifetime."
She kissed his forehead.
"Then let's make it worth living."
And for the first time in ten thousand years, the Devil looked forward to growing old.
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Some of us don't want to be saved.
We don't want to be owned.
We want the door left unlocked, and someone who still stays because they choose to. 🖤