#V's poetry

[surelyyourejesting]

I think my retainer is stained with blood

from straightened teeth tearing and ripping

through your flesh

from your sharpened canines gnashing into my

jugular

my jaw grinds at night

I think its because your tendons are

between my jaws

I think my retainer is stained with blood

straight yet crooked teeth

[inthelandofv]

'I can't stop thinking about you' - a love language

[thoughtkick]

It doesn’t matter what someone is. Only what they think they are.

V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

[soracities]

Seema V. Atalla, from "Gift", We Begin Here: Poems for Lebanon and Palestine

[mrs-starkgaryen]

Favourite Shakespeare's Histories

After my other poll, I am going to be specific. There shall be a battle of the favourites!!

For the love of Shakespeare, please reblog for a better analysis

[mariyekos]

One of the things that makes me feel crazy on DMC5 replays is the way V phrases his request to Dante.

He doesn't say "we need your help to stop the demon." He says "A powerful demon is about to resurrect, and we need your help, Dante." The implication seems to be that V needs Dante's help to stop it...but if you've played it before, that's not what he's really asking. V needs Dante's help in order for the resurrection to take place. Because until Urizen is weakened V has no chance of rejoining him, so he needs Dante's help to weaken Urizen so he's primed for merging and bringing about Vergil's resurrection. The "we" V refers to could also absolutely be both V and Urizen in that case, instead of just some general "we" of humanity. So he's not really asking for help to stop the resurrection, but instead to bring it about, hiding the truth in plain sight and careful wording.

The DMC 5 localization can be wonky in some places, but in other places it just shines. "We need your help, Dante." Not to stop it. He never says that. It's to bring about the resurrection itself.

[limblesstar]

MY GUILT IS AN OCEAN FOR ME TO DROWN IN.

Slaughterhouse, Yves Olade / Fallout 4 / Apocalypse Logic, Elissa Washuta / Little Red Riding Hood Addresses the Next Wolf, Brenna Twohy / The Song of Achilles,  Madeline Miller / Altered Carbon (2018) / Mercy, Yves Olade / Unknown / Crime and Punishment,  Fyodor Dostoevsky / Everything Everything, Nicola Yoon

[tang3r1n]

cute idea but hero!chizome grappling with a hopeless crush on all might’s daughter figure (jus a chick he took under his wing izuku style)

like UGH. he’s such an old-school gentleman FUCK. he sends flower bouquets with your favorite flowers and like a 4 page letter with the most beautiful and eloquent language used to talk about how in love he is, and he talks like he’s fucking dying. exhibit a;

“i would lay myself at your alter, goddess, my insides laid out for your tasting, your pleasure— please eat of my flesh, consume me whole and let me feel accomplished as a simple, filling meal for you.

oh i beg of you, let my soul forever intertwine with yours, let me feels the silk of your skin, the heat of your breathe, plunge your hand into my heart and cherish it. sink your teeth into my neck and devour me.

i yearn for you, lovely thing. warmly, obsessively, lovingly, carnally, i can only hope you pity my foolish desires— my insane ramblings of fanatic and desperate attempts to gain your affections. please, please by the grace of all that is just and fair, let me worship you. let me treat you as you want to be.

i pray to no god but that of your body, of your mind, of your soul. there is no religion outside of your teachings, my muse. your word is my law, my written oath, music in the grand hall, the rain, the air, the existence of love. i would sooner accept death and the failure of my life’s work than to even acknowledge the existence of beauty that shines brighter than yours.

i beg of you, let my lowly hands hold you, let my soiled and ugly form touch and feel you, let me court you, my fair woman.

let me love you.”

omfg and he’s so petty. randoms in the street and fellow heroes flirting with you? he’s sighing and scoffing dramatically before completing dissecting their speech patterns, body posture, heroing skills, physical appearance, literally anything he can to make them leave you two alone

i feel like he doesn’t care abt how he looks (i mean duh no nose.) but the second you mention liking muscles he’s suddenly finding excuses to flex and stretch around you non stop, he’s doubling up his workout routine and bulking like a MOTHER FUCKER to see if you’re staring yet.

AAAHHH idk i just love chizome and need him insanely badly.

[softdedue]

what if you just keep getting worse?

well, you learn to stop hoping for certain kinds of things, but you also learn to look forward to others. you learn to be flexible about the future but you also learn to find joy in the simplest of moments. you discover how much love and support you can receive from total strangers, and how good some parts of the world are, and there will be parts that are bad and people who will fall through, but you learn how to pick yourself up and keep crawling anyway. You find ways to encourage yourself to do things that others would consider no effort at all, and you take pride in the tiniest of accomplishments

I am starting to cook for myself again after years of avoiding it because I found some advice that actually works for neurodivergent disabled people. I got married last month. I have four cats and a dog and a balcony full of plants I keep forgetting to water, and I am sicker than I have ever been—but I’m so much happier too.

You spend your whole life thinking “if this thing fails on me the world will end” and then one day the thing fails and you wake up the next morning anyway. You keep waking up every morning anyway, no matter how many things fail, and you learn how to ask for kinds of help you didn’t even know a person could offer, and some days you realize you’re not just putting one inevitable foot in front of the other but you’re living your life.

You’re alive. People may tease you for being proud of having made it to thirty but it’s the biggest accomplishment of your life. You could have died or given up or allowed the misery to take you a hundred times, but you kept putting that foot in front of the other one. You kept waking up.

So yes, you are worse. You’re never going to get better. But at the same time, you are better than you have ever been in your life.

[greghatecrimes]

on growing up too fast, and a loss of childhood innocence

one: 5x10 "Let Them Eat Cake", textpost by tryworks // two, four, and six: "seven" by Taylor Swift // three: poetry by Margaux Paul // five: "Winter Without You" by Sarah Kay // seven: 5x14 "The Greater Good", textpost by tryworks

[surelyyourejesting]

I gently asphyxiate

gasping for air

smoky clouds waft over me

I am naked

a pale heap on the charcoal ground

left bleeding on the floor

nails dug into my heart

sawdust fills my lungs and stings my eyes

fishing lines wrapped 'round my wrists

it's all in my mind

its

all

in

my

mind

I am fine I am fine I am fine

I am fine

[inthelandofv]

i feel so lost without you but you hurt me so much

Why did you have to hurt me so much?

[resqectable]

It doesn’t matter what someone is. Only what they think they are.

V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

[mothprincess]

serena crane, volcano girls

[thoughtkick]

Alone, and not alone. Severed, but not adrift. There were too many lives tangled up in hers. Too many people to care about, and once again, she didn’t know whether to stay or to run

V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

[thehopefulquotes]

Alone, and not alone. Severed, but not adrift. There were too many lives tangled up in hers. Too many people to care about, and once again, she didn’t know whether to stay or to run

V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light