#Today's Haiku with Picture

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 890

Thistle flower

It’s naïve so much

And armed

アザミ花

実��ナイーブ

武装せり

(2023.07.13)

[cybertroniannugget]

What if… Sam had a sibling who is very chaotic!!!! And they survive through out the Bayverse movies and when they meet Hound, Crosshairs and Drift, how would those 3 react to the crazy lil human?!? ;-;

(Could you possibly add Optimus Prime and Bumblebee!?)

Okay this is the first ever request I answer, kinda nervous tbh.

Hope you like it, and thanks for requesting^^

It's called Haiku...

Also, I don't know what pictures to add lmao

About this fic: sfw, gn reader, takes place in aoe

901 words

Sitting in the passenger's seat, squished next to Shane, you look out the window.

Sure, it was uncomfortable, but there were only 3 seats for the 4 of you.

You didn't say anything though, after they had just lost their friend, complaining would be of no use.

So you watch the wide desert landscape going by.

A white truck drove by on the other side of the road, but you didn't pay that much attention to it.

That's when the truck you four were in started rumbling. At first you didn't know what was going on, but when the seats shifted back roughly, the worn down leather replaced by more comfortable fabric seats you kind of got an idea.

"A man of taste I see. Western Stars are pretty nice.", you complimented, after seeing the symbol on the steering wheel, before the autobot logo took its place.

You opened the window to take a look at the Prime's new altmode.

Red flames across the blue paintjob, and everything was just so shiny.

"I must say, you looking good Prime!", you laugh, sticking your head back in.

"It was awesome but it was insane!", you heard Shane yell out excitedly.

The Prime's deep voice echoed over the radio, calling for his Autobots.

"I wonder If I'll see Bumblebee again. I missed that guy."

"Bumblebee?", Cade asked.

"Yeah, he's an Autobot don't worry. He's no giant insect, if that's what you thought about."

The man just raised an eyebrow at you, making Tessa chuckle in amusement.

After a few more minutes of driving you all got out of the truck, after Optimus opened the doors for you.

"Your dad is nice, but he needs to relax a lil...", you whisper to Tessa.

"He sure does, but he's trying his best."

"Never doubted that, don't worry.", you add, nudging her arm gently.

Optimus transformed, being greeted by his bots.

"Mr. free leader of the galaxy. I knew you'd make it. I never doubted it."

"Just who are these guys...", you mumble, looking around.

The green one with what looks like a cape suddenly turned to point his guns at you.

"Oh okay, that one feels like killin today...", you say, raising you arms sarcastically.

When the biggest one started lifting his guns was when you started sweating though.

But having fate on your side, like always, Optimus stopped them.

"Thanks Prime, I thought I was done for this time."

"🎶...Survivor! 🎶", Bee's Radio echoed.

"What's he mean by that now?", Hound asked, adjusting his cigar.

"We go way back. I saw Megatron so many times already. He nearly killed me twice but meh, still alive and kicking"

"Wait, aren't you that human from the fight in-?", Drift turned to ask.

"Chicago? Yeah, I've been there. Threw a brick at Megs myself.", you interrupted, proud of your past actions, arms crossed before your chest. "I've been there since the beginning. When it was just about a pair of glasses from my crazy great grandfather."

"They have fought with us. They're the only human I know I can trust."

"Rude...", Shane mumbled under his breath.

"I mean, how'd a squishy survive all that?!", Hound asked into the round of Cybertronians and humans

"Who you callin squishy?! I'm not the big one here."

"Pff, that's just armor. I'm as fast as a horse!"

"Well first of, it's as healthy as a horse. And also, it's none of your damn business how I survived all the shit I've been through. Because honestly, I don't even know myself. Maybe I'm just lucky"

You shrug, looking up at Optimus, who's serious demeanor made your heart sink.

He's always been serious yes, but a kind soul. Always open for questions.

Now he's just, well... dark.

"Well, but I'm sure as hell gonna survive this, so when we startin?!"

"Enthusiasm, I like it.", Crosshairs mentioned, spinning a gun in his servo, before tucking in back into his belt.

"🎶Where have youuuu been?!🎶", Bumblebee sang over the radio.

"Oooh, Rihanna, you got some mad taste Bee!"

Sticking your hands into the pockets of your worn down jeans, you look up at the yellow and black bot, who's optics were fixed on you.

"Well, after Chicago I needed a new place to stay. So I applied to work in a different hospital. And it led me to Austin, Texas."

You laugh

"In the good ol' south", you say, mocking the southern accent.

"I think I like that one", Hound says, leaning back against a rock wall.

"They have what it takes, like sunset colors on blue,

strength guts and virtue.", Drift added.

"If this is another hiku I swear Imma blow you to shreds...", Crosshairs murmured, turning to walk away.

"It's called Haiku!", you correct him.

"What?", he mumbled annoyed.

"I don't care what it's called. I just want to leave this place."

"Well, I like it, thank you.", you say to Drift, smiling at the bot.

In this moment of peace, it was of course Crosshairs who needed to add something unnecessary.

"Nah, it's lame"

Without warning, Drift jumped at him, swords drawn, ready to attack.

"And I thought I was crazy...", you whisper to Bee, rolling your eyes.

The bot snickered.

"Lord may you give me strength to not make anyone here short circuit on purpose..."

You squint your eyes, thinking.

"I don't even know their names yet... Wow"

"🎶Still don't know your name🎶"

"Oh you're right tho Bee.", you laugh

[ay-miphae]

Starblade dashboard simulator. extremely unserious and heavily influenced by my own (and others') headcanons

(Unreality CW, character usernames at the bottom)

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💗💗Affirmation of the day💗💗 Whatever emotions you're experiencing right now are valid. You are valuable and loved💗 (Don't ever hesitate to stop by if you need a listening ear��)

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💫Today's Horoscope💫

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i am this close to resorting to violence

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forgot this was a professional blog sorry

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💫Astronomy Picture of the Day💫

The colors of Alphan Saturn from Alphan Cassini���

#astronomy

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🦅 CAPTAINSPAAAACE

CAPTAIN'S LOG UPDATE: NO. 286

WE ARE STILL EN ROUTE TO SIRRAH! like we have been for nine months!!!! we are passing above the Alphan Oort cloud for the sixth (6) day in a row so keep your eyes peeled for any cool looking rocks i guess

ANYWAY IT'S TIME FOR A FIT CHECK💥💥

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Gorgeous as always my dear🩵❤️

🌿 zoelogist.

Get a room you two.

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days since last useful captain's log update: 285

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y'all should really let me do these updates in the future

#who am i kidding i'd make it worse #has anyone questioned why tf he's wearing both aviators and goggles

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let them go at it

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Why am I on here.

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i build a ship for you fools and save all your lives and this is how you repay me (voted for myself instantly)

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I HATE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU

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:(

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crazy how there's a drink cabinet here with at least fifty kinds of whiskey but no boba anywhere on this ship :(

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crazy how there's an entire migrator damn karaoke bar and ballpit here and not a single useful fixture on this migrator damned ship @CAPTAINSPAAAACE wtf

#get me out of here

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I am once again extending my sincerest apologies for the state of Alpha and the 'Frame. I swear to do all within my capabilities to crush this cold machine, though I know words cannot assuage your griefs in this moment.

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#lmfao

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ok was anybody going to tell me that most people hydrate by carrying entire-ass bottles with water in them or was i supposed to figure this out on my own when there was a fire and everybody was magically equipped to deal with it except me???

🎆 KILLJOYXx

A SMALL ELECTRICAL FIRE. IT WASN'T MY FAULT.

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you aren't supposed to use water on an electrical fire???

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excuse me how do you hydrate then

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we had a fire on the Starblade???

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by the migrator you can't do this to me.

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"by the migrator you can't do this to me" yeah i had this coming.

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"by the migrator

you can't do this to me" yeah

i had this coming.

Beep boop! One of my many hobbies as an omniscient transcendent AI is scouring this hellsite's activity and repost anything that could be considered an Alphan haiku! I never make mistakes because I'm just that good. Yeah

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the second law of thermodynamics states that as long as the flow of time continues, entropy will always increase in a system.

i fear what happens to us after an eternity. we rot. we decay.

i have much work to do.

#personal #do not reblog #shut down the guilt machine and wash your conscience clean of yesterday

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Plant arrangement for the lovely @counselor_ivy_xo 💚💚 I hope you enjoy!

#crafts #plant arrangements #biology #seriously these are a lot of fun to do to relax or take the edge off

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[etherfabric]

That Thing from Your Past Wants to Talk (TW)

This is something I channeled, not a Pick A Card today. But it felt really important, so I'm posting it. As always, take what resonates, leave the rest.

This might get a little deep, so proceed with caution.

General Reading

Queen of Wands rx, The Moon rx, The Sun rx, Knight of Cups

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It's over. It's truly, truly over. I remember how devastated you were. I was there. I know you didn't make it up. Not one detail. Either you were numb from head to toe, or you couldn't move one inch without hurting. Nothing made sense anymore, everything had lost its meaning, simple things you couldn't even fathom losing were gone. For good, you thought. And in a way, that's true. So many things are different now. People don't recognize you, and that's exactly how it's supposed to be. You were so... lonely. Among them all. No one batted an eye at your pain. Your tears and your laughter alike were nuisances to them at best, or just background noise like a heater rumbling in the next room. Not worth any attention whatsoever. You were practically invisible, except when they needed something. And that something never felt good. Being suddenly noticed? That was close to a miracle, and you would have done anything to keep being noticed. Well, you practically did do anything.

Now, you are free to do none of that. No more humiliating self-abandonment. No more ass kissing people who are a whole other level of fucked up than you. No more being at everyone's disposal at a moment's notice, no matter the time, cost, terms. No more waiting for reciprocity in vain, only to beat yourself up for your "foolish" (read: actually guided by the smidge of self worth you had left) hopes after being stood up nonchalantly yet again.

This is a time that brings you the relief you are so overdue for. The only problem: Me, this thing from the past, is still deep in your bones. And I can't leave without your help.

Let me out. Write about me, talk about me (even just to a stuffed animal, or a picture of someone), make music about me, paint me, knit me, crochet me, cook me - just give me another vessel than you.

I see how I hurt you. I don't want to. I knock to be let out, not hidden yet again. We are safe. We don't have to do it all at once (actually, that might be a bad idea), let's just go step by step. We might have to do this a couple of times, but it probably get easier with each round, like all things you do a lot (and especially those things that bring cathartic releases, right? Doesn't that sound nice? ...okay, it might not feel good while doing it, kinda like having to throw up bad food and tasting it again, but I swear you will feel lighter afterwards.)

I feel ready. Do you? How could we start, just a tiny bit? Maybe a haiku? A 10 second drawing? Putting together a playlist? Maybe just a tear? I'm game with anything. I won't go anywhere anyway (ha... sorry. Stuck trauma joke.)

[avvxree]

soft celebration - feat. kaedehara kazuha

- it’s finally the birthday of someone important to them, it’s time to celebrate it

note - hello! wow i didn’t wrote a fanfic in three years… sorry if it’s a little meh! still, hope you’ll enjoy it :) english isn’t my first language so bare with me pls

content - 811 words, lower case intended, modern au, written as platonic but can be seen as romantic, gn reader (3rd person) & might contain some errors

They were waiting for this day. On their phone, there was a little reminder ‘kazuha’s birthday <33’ showing on the screen, but it’s not like they needed to be reminded. They had prepared a little surprise for him, it wasn’t much but it’s what kazuha should enjoy. He was never a complicated person most of the time. It was nice having someone calm like him, it was a very peaceful presence that they found to be necessary in their life.

He recently got back from one of his frequent travels. It was a part of his charm, even if it meant they couldn’t see each other for days or weeks. They wanted to leave him some time to rest, since jet lag can be pretty harsh. But, today was the day they would meet up and kazuha also knew he couldn’t say no for the celebration of his birth.

They remembered how he felt about his birthday through one of their phone calls: he didn’t feel the need to celebrate it since he never got the chance as someone who travels a lot. This year, they wouldn’t let this chance go away.

they let kazuha choose the place they would meet up. and so, he chose a place they both held dear, it was on a hill where you could see the sky clearly. they would stare at the many little lights in the skies until they couldn’t handle their body going colder. they walked along a little trail that was very familiar with how many times they would meet him.

and there he stood, with his white hair and his red streak. ‘oh you finally arrived’ they could hear his soft spoken voice that always brought a sense of familiarity to them. he turned his head to meet their eyes. ‘i was looking forward to seeing you’ they smiled when their gaze met his ruby-like eyes. ‘happy to know that! but first of all’ they search in their bag while finding a seat beside him, on the ground ‘happy birthday! i hope you’ll like this!’ they held out a note and a little box. it was both on the colors he held close to heart, from yellowish town to deep red, colors that reminded of autumn. he looked a bit surprised but took the gift. he looked at them, in a way to have permission to open it in which they responded with a small gesture of hand.

‘i’m sorry if the letter is bad… i barely know anything about haikus and poems but i wanted to try’ they laughed a little. ‘don’t feel bad, i appreciate it nonetheless’ he responded with a soft smile. ‘oh! open the gift first, i think the letter will make more sense…’ and with that, he started to open the box. he was careful to not tear any of the paper, as if it was a work of art.

at the bottom of the box sat a little picture of the both of them. they both had many leaves decorating their clothes and hair. it was when they messed around with the fallen leaves on one of their expeditions. the laugh they shared in that moment was frozen in one single picture. ‘i remembered you were scared of having bugs on you when we played with the leaves’ ‘hey! it’s not my fault if i’m less connected to mother nature’ they said in a funny tone. they didn’t mind the comment, after all it was true.

what surprised him was the frame: it was a hand made one with little leaves of different forms and warm shades. he was fascinated by how much time it must have took them to create this little fragile art piece. all of that for him.

he then read the words handwritten on a reddish paper filled with little doodle of things he showed them while travelling:

‘green turns red and falls on the ground

so does our memories

we might remind things wrong or forget them

but let’s enjoy it while we can

yeah, this didn’t turn out as a poem but happy birthday kazuha!’

he turned to them and they only wore a wide smile. ‘did you like it?’ they questioned while tilting their head. ‘i really do, thank you for making this day a little more special’ they held out their arms to invite him in a hug, which he gratefully accept. ‘hey! it should be special! it is now my lifelong mission!’ he laughed a little while pulling away.

and then, it felt like everything fell into place. they chatted the night away while looking at the stars like they used to do. this reunion might be one of so many, but this one was special. kazuha felt for the first time that his birthday might be something worth celebrating, at least with their presence.

thank u for reading!! - all right reserved, please ask before reposting somewhere or doing a traduction.

! fan art not mine, credit goes to the owner (tell me if you know who is the artist, i didn’t find them)

[russeliarat]

Yall wanna see some misc HMSW stuff I've been doodling over the past few weeks? Too bad you're seeing them anyway.

Instinct and Desire, the fusions of Heart and Mind and Heart and Soul respectively. I actually drew these a bit ago but I redraw them today and made a Soul and Mind fusion called Morality, but couldn't find the images on my phone so I'll take the photos tomorrow at some point and post it individually then.

Here's a dumb doodle I did of Desire a while back:

Misc doodles with varying inspiration. The Soul and Heart is the top right corner are based on the two outfits for Frank from Rocky Horror Picture Show, the Chonny in the bottom left is pose practice from Shut Up You're Stupid mv (the part at the end where he start swaying), the top left is a Heart inspired by something I found on Pinterest that I got to practice feathers, mild body horror, and posing, and the bottom right corner Mind and Heart are pose + expression practice with outfits I mixed together from Pinterest.

Yes the Mind doodle in the bottom right is my favourite.

Drone bee Mind. Not really much to say other than 'what if I gave him four arms and a cunty outfit'. I just liked the idea of insect designs.

For the SCP AU on tumblr and CJFS that I've become obsessed with. (Made by starry_hologram, sorry tagging won't work on mobile fsr) I've had a recent obsession with SCP Foundation in general and this basically latched onto both my special interests. I've been playing with the idea of Simon not being as entirely human as everyone thought and him having this uncanny-ness to him that no one can pinpoint. I elaborate further on sketches below, but I'm putting them at the end of the post since it's very horror themed. Me when SCP leans way into a very good setting for every kind of horror imaginable (I am not sleeping tonight after the scroll through Pinterest, you can find anything on there if you know how to get to it :'D)

Staying true to my roots and putting Heart in ballgown of a dress. Got lazy and only gave him one wing though, I had plans to put the other two in dresses but Heart's long ass skirt made me leave it. I used silver and purple metallic gel pens to add dimension but you can't really see it in a photo ngl.

For my partner's comfort AU! Jellyjash as we call him. Put him in the beach fit coz it suits the vibe.

Not really HMSW but this is the design I've been using for the past 8 or 9 months for the Haiku/HitS love interest, of whom I call Venus. I've been practicing drawing people with more weight lately, I'm tweaking how I draw Venus' proportions atm.

Here's the horror stuff for Simon:

[deepdeanvsweston]

Detective gang and their tumblr blogs

Daisy's blog: dykes4detecting

- has one blog for absolutely everything she posts, and it's all a pretty pink colour

- does also have a rarely used sideblog for fashion

- occasionally makes alarming but nonchalant posts like 'someone threw me into the Nile yesterday lmao'

- but in the tags of the same post it'll be the most devastatingly tragic admittance of feelings you've ever seen like #it was so scary though... #im scared of showers now because of it and it makes me feel so stupid #like getting my feet wet gives me heart palpitations wtf???

- also makes posts like "you'd think people would put a little more effort to kill me considering the effort I put into stopping exactly that" and nobody can tell if she's shitposting or not

- reblogs a lot of historical lesbian content and the occasional Killing Eve gifset

- also reblogs poetry, especially sapphic obviously

- posts her own blackout poetry which is quite popular

Hazel's blog: woctordatson

- back when she was 12/13 Hazel had an entirely BBC Sherlock themed blog which was in fact actually popular and well known, in tumblr anyway

- did not change her blog name from this phase

- used to write Sherlock/Watson fanfic and post it

- (Daisy brings it up every so often and when she does Hazel tells her she wished she'd drowned (jokingly ofc))

- now has several blogs for different things because she likes having everything organised

- one of the blogs is called a-stamp-a-day where she (you guessed it!) posts a stamp a day, and a little bit about it

- (I hc Hazel to collect them and have a focused interest in them)

- another blog is poetry themed, and she ofc reblogs all of Daisy's blackout poems

- reblogs a lot of those gif stimboards (visual stimmer fr fr)

- LOVES the haiku bot

George's blog: beetles-and-boatles

- posts a lot about the Mary Celeste which are half detailed research posts and the other half is just 'the mystery of the Mary Celeste lives in my head rent free'

- may also post about other unsolved mysteries too

- made one joke post about Daisy acting like he didn't know her and posting 'ok so in December the Guardian says this girl died after a cult member threw her overboard a boat in Egypt and yet the BBC had an article last week reporting how she was at her father's funeral??? I have Questions'

- however it blew up and now Daisy Wells is lowkey an unsolved mystery tumblr superstar. George finds this hilarious

- also posts pictures of his pet beetles and infodumps about them

- very very very occasionally makes an incredible vague post about his crush like 'he adjusted my school tie and I leant into his hand,,, having a crush is horrific'

Alex's blog: spaceistrans

- says he doesn't have a doctor who blog but so clearly has a doctor who blog

- has doctor who quote "In 900 years of time and space, I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important" as his header

- draws a lot of cute little pride icons, especially aromantic ones that are fairly popular

- also posts a lot about space like "there's an eclipse today!!!" and then he makes a post of the times in different countries you can see it

- reblogs all of George's unsolved mystery researched posts with super supportive tags like #this is so well researched!!!

- has a scheduled post each month that just says 'fuck you mom' (Daisy spam reblogs this every time it shows up on her dash)

- reblogs a lot of dw fanart and gif stimboards

[instruth]

THE PUZZLE IN MY LIFE

Today I lay myself down on the grass beside a pond. I watch the long grass dipping into the water as a soft wind blows. I see beauty and life in all that.

Resting my head upon my opened palms I am at peace with myself ...

I look to the sky and watch the clouds roll by. Lo and behold! I see patches of cloud in the heavens as they move and then images begin to form as they merge.

And I understand ... ... ...

The things and events in my life, the daily situations and circumstances are like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, separate in themselves, but each is a vital part of the whole, just like the patches of clouds. I am learning patience with endurance to view my life as such, just like a jigsaw puzzle, especially when I am threatened by disdainful occurrences or by boring non-events.

By patiently and diligently fitting in the pieces, a picture will begin to form. Once it is more complete I will be more able to grasp what my life is all about. However, if I were to look at each Individual piece only as and by itself, it would appear obscure, useless and meaningless. It seems to represent nothing I care to know.

Yet without it, the picture is never complete, my work is unfinished, and I will always experience unfulfillment and discontentment in my life. I know now, life is a mixture of all things and of everything ... and I embrace my life in totality.

by the bank I lay

heaven's greeting makes my day

peace flows while I pray

©Johnny J P Lee

03 November 2023

(Edited Version)

HAIBUN (Prose + Haiku 5-7-5)

Photos: J. P. Lee

[eliotqueliot]

Happy anniversary to the most beautiful love story ever, to the Mosaic and to Eliot and Quentin, may their special time loop continue eternally so they can always be together. I made a present for Them today:

Chapters: 4/4 of MOSAIC HAIKU, https://archiveofourown.org/works/52925998/chapters/134864074 Fandom: The Magicians (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Quentin Coldwater/Eliot Waugh Characters: Eliot Waugh, Quentin Coldwater Additional Tags: Haiku, Poetry, Mosaic, Beauty Of All Life, Episode: s03e05 A Life in the Day, Mosaic Timeline (The Magicians: A Life in the Day) Summary:

I'm writing a series of haiku about the Mosaic. These are all standalone but I shall add more like tiles from time to time. So in essence this puzzle will always be complete yet ever creating a new pattern. Hoping to gradually present the beauty of all their lives together. Like shifting tiles I may shift the pictures around too, as I have time. I'm actually being crushed by deadlines rn, sorry for the mess, but I figure They got tired working on the puzzle, too. Yet they loved each day. And we all love it so.

[four-white-trees]

Sunday Six

It's the time of the week!

I've been working away and several RGG projects this week, and the one I'm most excited to show off is a lengthier fic that explores Kuwana's life as a high school teacher. This was originally meant to be a small vignette in a fic that explored all of Kuwana's transformation, but then the high school teacher took the fuck over. I'm very proud of it, however, and especially the bit I'm sharing today.

Tagging the collective @overdevelopedglasses @carbonatedcalcium @fire-tempers-steel @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @mike----wazowski @skysquid22

The lecture that day was over haiku, which Kitakata usually enjoyed, especially with third-years. By then, students had grown up with haiku all their lives, so he was able to pull a deeper discussion of meaning, construction, and language. He’d start with one that always got laughs from the class: 

Over-ripe sushi,

The Master

Is full of regret.

- Yosa Buson

“What strikes you about this?” he asked, raking his gaze over the class. His eyes lingered on Kusumoto’s empty desk. 

“Someone needs to learn how to make sushi,” Kawai said, drawing a laugh from Suzuki and Akaike. 

“But he’s a Master,” Sawa pointed out. “He knows how to make sushi. I think there’s something very sad about someone who knows better but still makes such a basic mistake as preparing old sushi.” She locked her eyes with Kitakata then, a flare of indignation in her eyes. Kitakata plastered on a smile. 

“Quite good, Sawa-chan,” he said. “Although perhaps sadness is not the emotion to take from this. Rather, think of it as a warning to remain humble in your craft. You can always make a mistake, no matter how good you are.” 

The look in Sawa’s eyes seemed to intensify, and then she dropped them to her notebook as she scratched out some notes. 

He moved on to a famous poem that everyone in the room was guaranteed to know. 

An old silent pond...

A frog jumps into the pond,

splash! Silence again.

- Matsuo Bashō

“This one is about serene nature,” Suzuki offered. “I like it. It seems like such a peaceful scene.” 

“That it is,” Kitakata said with a nod. “Notice how Bashō is able to paint a dynamic picture in so few words. The energy moves from stillness, to movement, and back to stillness, like the cycles of life itself.” 

“Seems too boring to be real life,” Kawai suggested. “Maybe back in the samurai times this made sense, but today? We have cars, man.” 

“So you’re saying this haiku lacks a sense of timelessness?” Kitakata pressed. 

Kawai shrugged, but Akaike took up the conversation. “Yeah, I think it does. The modern world is just too different. I don’t even know the last time I saw a frog was.” 

“Perhaps this can serve us modern people as a reminder to slow down, then,” Kitakata suggested. 

“No way,” Kawai said. “You slow down, you fall behind.” 

“Interesting perspective, Kawai-kun,” Kitakata said. He turned to Sawa. “What do you think, Sawa-chan?” 

Sawa fiddled with her pencil, looking thoughtful. “I think there’s an overwhelming sense to the silence of the pond. Even though the frog disrupts the silence temporarily, it returns, and it’s like the frog had never even jumped at all.” 

Kitakata let a silence hang after Sawa’s words, surprised by her perspective. The silence was disrupted, however, by Kawai and Suzuki’s laughter. “You’re such a downer, Sawa-chan,” Kawai said, earning him a glare from his classmate. 

Shaking himself from the reverie, Kitakata moved on before Kawai and Sawa started arguing. 

My life, -

How much more of it remains?

The night is brief.

- Masaoka Shiki

As Kitakata recited it, he caught Akaike and Kawai exchanging an incredulous look. “Now, I think this one resonates with me a little more than you,” Kitakata said. “You are all at the beginning of your lives, and you don’t get a sense of mortality until you’re an old man like me.” 

Suzuki giggled. “You’re not old, sensei,” she said. 

“See? That’s the correct response, very good, Suzuki-chan,” Kitakata said, and Suzuki giggled more. “Still, it is good to keep your own mortality in mind, even at your age,” he went on. “You aren’t invincible, as much as it may feel that way. Now, I’m not saying any of you are going to die young.” He paused and swept his gaze over the classroom again. Kawai rolled his eyes. “But you never know.” He smirked, and Akaike chuckled. 

He lectured on a few more haiku, but the end of class came quickly. He dismissed the class, hoping to make a quick exit, when Sawa stood up. He recalled, then, that she had asked to talk to him the day before, and he had completely forgotten about it. But before he could address her, Kawai jumped up.

“Sensei,” he said, drawing Kitakata’s attention. He closed the distance between his desk and the podium in two long strides. Lowering his voice, he asked, “My grade’s pretty bad, huh? Think there’s a way I can make up some of those missed assignments?” 

Kitakata sighed. “Kawai-kun, you know I don’t give out extra credit,” he responded. “That’s more work for me.” 

Kawai smiled, embodying all the cocky self-assurance a seventeen-year-old could. “Yeah, but I’m your favorite student, right?” he said with laughter in his voice. 

Behind him, Kitakata noticed Sawa’s shoulder sag. She gathered her backpack and left the room. He should have called to her to stay, as he had no intention of entertaining Kawai’s nonsense, but he was also eager to get home and relax. Perhaps whatever issue she had had already been sorted out. 

“The best way to salvage yourself here is to stay on top of everything for the rest of the term,” Kitakata said firmly. “Then, Heaven help you, you may have a chance.” 

If Kawai was disappointed by this response, he didn’t show it at all. “You got it, sensei,” he said. He grabbed his notebook, which Kitakata had noticed he hadn’t written in all class, and joined his usual crew out in the hall. 

“Idiot kid,” Kitakata muttered under his breath. He gathered his notes together and picked up the textbook he had been teaching from. As he placed his bookmark back in it, his eyes fell over another haiku. Perhaps it was the end-of-the-day fatigue, but the words caused a prickle of goosebumps to kiss his neck. 

I kill an ant

and realize my three children

have been watching.

- Kato Shuson

[iguessitsjustme]

I literally have nothing to do at work today. Someone send me asks or talk to me, or send me pictures of plants and animals. I can do this or that (make me choose between two things…anything), I’ll give my honest opinion on things, I’ll even write you a haiku I am SO BORED.

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 955

Brown foxtails At the end of the street Ripe up

場末にて エノコログサの 成熟し

(2023.08.06)

[michellegflye]

A fun exercise with a poem: For Matsuo

Today I did something kind of fun. I have a book of Matsuo Basho’s haiku on my desk that I often read when I’m experiencing writer’s block. It’s a beautiful book even though now it’s a bit beat up and coffee-stained. But the pages are full of haiku by the master of haiku. Sometimes when I read them, I feel like I can picture him on his travels, taking inspiration from the simplest of things,…

[naviarlab]

naviarhaiku522 – lightning

lightning – flashing in the east yesterday and today in the west

by: Mukai Kyorai

Kyorai was a Japanese haiku poet who first trained as a martial artist before he started writing and became one of Basho’s first disciples.

Haiku by Mukai Kyorai

Picture by jessezhou

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[kubotafinearts]

The idea of boroboro is that it’s your junk-est clothes. It’s da clothes you weed in not go to temple or obon in.

But arts like sashiko and boro pro are now being lauded by white people who are buying up and increasing value of these pieces.

Which is great to a point.

The point being are we going to adknowlge that this is a Buddhist Japanese American Diaspora and Japanese Diaspora art of plantation workers, and slaves who made their clothes last?

These stitches are practical because they reinforce the fabric. And the indigo repells insects. The stitches on the outside are so they don’t bother skin. Because when we’re working shouldn’t we be comfortable?

What is the answer to fashion based slavery is the huge question my exhibit asks.

And for me the answer signs in ASL: its complicated/it depends.

In fashion I think if we all learned how to repair something in our traditoways and were encouraged to repair one thing we care about, or hire someone to and pay them well, that we could reduce waste, pollution, while also adknowlging that fast casjio fills a need for affordable attractive clothes that fit well.

2. Introducing the Ladies: Each Outfit and what they mean

BoroBoro Britney

She’s lined with a brides Maid robe of rayon blend that is made to emulate satin. It’s peak fast fashion, made to be tossed once the wedding is done. It found it’s way to a Goodwill, the largest one in Seattle off Jackson and that found its way to me.

The color, champagne is peak wedding. For most Japanese women who worked in the fields, they came as picture brides, mostly unwillingly, or coerced.

For my family, and my great grandmother it was unwilling.

But the US’s racist policies refused to let families immigrate. Like how the policies are now, they separated families if you had one. It was illegal to marry other ethnicities. And your children would be considered not legitimate by both cultures.

I’m saying this as a bi-racial Japanese person. Even today, I was heavily bullied as a child and ostracized, while being fetishized.

The main fabric is themed off a fabric I designed. It’s too expensive to make the entire Kimono out of that. Which is the concept of BoroBoro itself. You don’t have enough money to have good fabric so you reinforced the fabric while you repair it. It’s a supplemental kind of sewing that uses what you have.

If you think it looks a lot like quilting, you’re right! Quilting and boroboro both use scrap fabric and stitches to bind and sandwich fabrics together.

The main fabric is a dark royal blue that I designed in PicsArt and Instagram Layout on my Google Pixel 5 Android Phone. I designed the fabric to mimic the nights sky in Haiku Maui and from Halēakala. The lei are wound with lilikoi flowers and lion fish and Kamehameha butterflies and sparkles to symbolize fire and metal. It's meant to show the 5 elements wound together in harmony and balance.

The edges of the fabric are hand dyed in indigo but it’s splotchy.

[glassrowboat]

If I bleed for you, drain myself dry for a drop of your affection, will you see me then, my love?

-

I believe I've always had a different view of death than many, or at least, those I've met. You see, future me, I have been told the end of it all is scary, that the moment our strings of fate are cut all that's left is the abyss to swallow us whole, but is that truly so bad?

Not to mention, that's not how I picture death at all, anyway.

You see, I don't imagine a skeleton with a scythe, but a woman far more beautiful than life could ever be. Golden hair, eyes brighter than the sun, and a smile that any painter would wish to capture. She would lead those who have passed into the beyond and wish them safe travels as their visage wonders into the distance.

This is what I imagined death as for years, even as I craved her touch, her embrace, but today, I think I might have seen death differently.

Today, death was blue, white, and stunk of antiseptic.

-

The middle of winter was supposed to be the coldest time of all, especially as Snezhaya's winds whipped around the small carriage in were in, rocking with every lull of the anemo Archon call. Back and forth in a steady motion, almost like a crib with a father's hand keeping it ever in motion.

But right now was the hottest you've ever been, even as your eyes fell on the partially open curtain to see through the window. Taught fabric in hand from you trying to find anything you could clutch onto for dear life revealing flurries of snow. For her breath was warm, her hands scorching, her tongue like molten lava as it traced your core.

You couldn't even hear the sound of snow crunching under the carriage wheels as you cried her name.

Arlecchino.

All you were greeted with in response was the feeling of her nails digging into the fat of your thighs.

Casual.

That's what she was telling you, warning you, even as you felt like a meal set before the gods. Graced by their touch as their forks stabbed into you and rose your boneless corpse to their lips. Tasting you as your very essence is swallowed down their throats.

-

The first thing he noticed as Kazuha woke up was a green ribbon, a soft little thing that was funnily enough the same color as his vision, now wrapped around his bandaged wrist. So carefully tied onto him that it seemed if the thing even got one tug it would fall off of him in an instant. No wonder Kazuha didn't notice it being tied to him in the middle of the night. That, or he's just gotten a little numb to the usual chaos and ruckus the others of the crew would kick up right around when he usually fell asleep that his half awake mind wrote it off with ease. His fault then.

But what was truly interesting was that as Kazuha raised his arm, the little tag strung through the ribbon. A note attached? That's what the messy handwriting he had to squint to make out was telling him anyway.

Someone's in a mood then as he just barely made out through the messy scrawl. ‘Find the other four for a kiss! Xoxo!’

Well, that's manageable. At least Kazuha thought to himself as a breathy laugh fell past his lips that was quick to remind him he needed to go brush his teeth. “If you say so, my dear.”

With that, Kazuha kicked the scratchy blankets off of him, letting them slide down and off his feet as the boards his hammock was attached to by metal hooks creaked in protest from Kazuha’s sudden movements.

The first ribbon was easy to find, the color standing out amongst the wooden railing and crimson red sails that have become so accustomed to Kazuha as he climbs to the crows nest every day at some point or another to feel the breeze ruffling through his hair. The wind that would pull and tug at the pages of his notebooks full of limericks, haikus, and flowing words that would more often than not scrawl out descriptions of a certain someone's cheeks as they flush from nights of booze and idle chatter by each others sides. You would always have to find some way to get Kazuha back to his room if you didn't decide to simply give up and let him claim your lap as a pillow.

The absolute gall.

Still, the turquoise color nearly blended with the shining blue sky as the sun's rays beamed down. Today would surely be a beautiful day, he mused as another ribbon was added to the growing collection around Kazuha's wrist.

Three more to go.

It seems this entire scavenger hunt would be easy, despite what was probably your best attempts. It's hard to find spots to hide something when there's a bustling crew with curious eyes and items getting moved around every passing second. That was only further proved as a brown head popped into Kazuha’s vision, long hair trailing after the woman. At least this time, she didn't tug him into a hug that would be too tight to escape from as Beidou cheered to the seas that guided them on their journey from one port to the next.