#LITERALLY POETRY

[quarter-lif3crisis]

Idk what to say - this is literally poetry like -- the current teammates going thru 'divorce' (they will bounce back) and the former divorced teammates in the back (that interaction had me screaming)

[saschakerosene]

I think this is my favorite picture I’ve ever taken

⛧ He/Him. Not a lesbian. Not interested in you. ⛧

[arguablysomaya]

okay but if ai starts writing legal cases how are we gonna get stuff like this

[its-alittleobsessed]

God, some fanfic authors are so good. So good. I wanna rummage through their brain and dissect their thoughts with surgical precision just to get a glimpse into their creativity.

Man idk maybe i just like reading in general but they leave me feeling like. Like I’ve found a piece of myself i didn’t know was missing. Like their words settle in my gut and fuse into me. God i love them.

[zytes]

look alive, sunshine

[trickstersaint]

i want to introduce you all to a project that is very close to my heart... or lack of one. anyway. for anyone who has ever wanted to play a poem. i'd like you to meet aromanticism

(link opens itch.io - she'll run on html in your browser! please be nice to her!)

[reallybadblackoutpoems]

the crucible (1953) - arthur miller

“ough”

[lightpost]

know why he's holding on, I know why he's fighting for control, I understand to much but his abuse took a toll he refused to see what he was doing to me sucking the life out of me I want to upon him coal to cruel of me I know but for what he did to me I'm still to kind I need him out of my mind so I came here to write hoping to find some power left in me I'm tired of going through the grind beg to rewind I'm invisible to everyone or is everyone blind no one sees the real me, I was hurt severely, he destroyed my body on purpose he was going to kill me, he was going to put me in the dirt and cry wolf he's the victim and I was to blame but they never got to see what he was doing to me, the bruises and scars I was dying daily all for his thrill so he's number one I'm no one even when he prayed for me how could God do this to me? A man who wanted nothing but love raped me, beat me and left me for dead after I told him my past I thought I was safe with him he lied too the very first night, I felt it in my gut. . He's now gone from me and I thank the Heavens daily.

(I want to wish* upon him coal (to cruel of me I know but for what he did to me I'm still kind I want him out of my life, my heart my soul and my life for he shall have his second death at his last breath so shall it be I was nothing to him now he's nothing to me I sat alone for 6 months, I know what this meant to me and what's meant to be. I'm glad he's gone, I got a new man a new dawn he's on his last pawn. (checkmate I seal this fate)

[gascreates]

a new star

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[mumblesplash]

in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem

[riddlerosehearts]

i really need everyone but especially anyone who romanced gale with a bard tav to know about this interaction from early access that larian took from us

[lovesdaya]

@lovesdaya

[markscherz]

There is a happiness no-one else knows: the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes; the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin; the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in; the gentlest hum of a thought far away, as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.

[firstfullmoon]

Jen Levitt, from “Dunes”

[fairydrowning]

"Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life."

– Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking