#also what this poem says about it

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

[inkskinned]

"it's so embarrassing you like that popular thing" "oh ew that geeky/strange thing is so cringe lol" "oh it's kind of weird you get excited about that harmless shit"

dude i love how ironic and jaded you are and that's so cool and sexy of you. and i am so so glad to tell you - you won!! we all had a meeting and we decided that you won, and we are writing your name on the inside of a burger king crown. the marker smeared, sorry, but we knew any form of real effort is ugly to you. but anyway. congrats! you are officially the coolest, most ironic, most jaded person in-the-world-right-now. we would throw you a party but you would think it was totally boring - and besides, we're weird so we wouldn't have been coming. we would have brought our love of beetles and of baking and of little canapes. we would have brought our artsy videogames and pages of writing. we would have written a poem with you, our hands covered in ink, and spread out a canvas to dance on, the night so lurid and pink.

but do not worry. we will not throw the party. we will just get you a ringlight and that crown i mentioned. it is a nice crown, except for where one of us dropped it.

the vote was a really hard one because we had so many cool ironic people to pick off the shelves. all of you have hands that rot fruit, how strange is that - you can't look at something without destroying it for other people. you like it when you can squeeze a person into a pinpoint - all us small ones scampering our little feet around our ugly joys. the vote was also a hard one because we kept our voices down because you don't like it when we talk too loud. you were on your phone at the time, talking to people other than us. you are a ghoul of every moment - half in, half out, you resent us for being here without shame or embarrassment.

so good news! we have invented an island for people like you. you get to go there and speak into the air things like if you still like watching harmless twitch streamers in 2023 you're fucking boring. you will say things like liveplay podcasts are fucking ugly and it's kind of awkward they try to make everything gay. on the island we made you, all of your words will have weight. they will form in the air like icicles, large white behemoth letters that will crumple in anvils around your feet. maybe we will send someone there once in a while to sweep, but honestly you might be there for a while, alone, waiting. we are busy being outside looking for mushrooms and flapping our hands and humming. we are busy kicking our little heels while we watch cringey tv. we are busy - sorry! as an apology, we have pre-filled the island with every bland, mediocre, unscented thing we could find. the island has the texture of american cheese. the island has an ocean that never gets angry. the island is perfect for you, trust me. you will be so happy there - as happy as you can be, ironically.

we want to say we are sorry for doing harmless things that you find annoying, childish, or unappealing - but we are not sorry. we thought we could help you, because we don't mind laughing at ourselves, but it turns out you are allergic to color and noise and atmosphere, so this is the best that we can do for now. we are all making a big shirt that says i voted in the ironic monarchy. we got you one that is just a fast fashion buttondown. i am so excited for you and this island and the big life you have won. you have a cool jaded grey life and miles of irony to roam. i love you! be well.

now leave us alone.

[firefly464]

Because you are love

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[nenoname]

still love how the book starts out with stan beating up the statue and taking ford's discarded one dollar bills and then ends with stan completely destroying bill and ripping up money just to spite him

[witchlingcirce]

ANYYY shadowhunter who has black hair, some herondale descendant, and is flirty af will ALWAYS be in my top 5 no takers

[purgaytorysupremacy]

"I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time."

Richard Siken, "Little Beast", Crush

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (yours, eve)

[corpsentry]

distance is a knife

[lost-romantique]

Just a thought...

Sometimes I wish I could enjoy Helluva Boss like any normal person, without the need to talk and communicate with others about it.

Sometimes, I just want to enjoy the show for the sake of enjoyment.

Because seeing the characters interact:

Seeing Blitzø trying his damndest for his company and for the people he loves, despite his self-hatred seething out at every opportunity.

Seeing Stolas love so hard despite living a privileged and sheltered life devoid of the very love he rightfully deserves.

Seeing Moxxie finally have the guts to stand up to his abusive father, who tried to raise him as a ruthless leader.

Seeing Millie fiercely protect the love of her life, because the very thought of losing that special someone would destroy her.

Seeing Loona learn to love and appreciate her dad, and fit in as a young adult who was raised in the system.

Seeing Octavia try her best to go through and navigate her mother and father's tumultuous divorce, and learn how to cope.

Seeing Fizz stand up and escape his toxic and horrible boss that treated him like ass.

I just genuinely have such a strong love for the show, and I want to share it with people.

Of course, I have a favorite (as if it wasn't obvious), and yeah I like to yap, but I simply like to yap about the things I love, and I simply want to discuss it with people that genuinely love the show with all their heart.

~~~

It's scary how quickly a Fandom can grow toxic, how people look at a piece of media and enjoy it just as much as you do, but in a different way.

Those differences breed hatred and twist your words like a knife, but such is life.

Our thoughts and feelings are weapons, and in someone else's story, we are the enemy for simply sharing a difference of opinion.

At the same time...

Our thoughts and feelings are words of affirmation, signs that we're not alone in this way of thinking.

Sometimes just having people agree with you, is comforting. And by finding people that think the way you think, validates your thoughts in ways you don't expect.

Therefore, our thoughts and feelings can also save people.

In conclusion, I love this show a lot, and I just want to talk to people about it.

~~~

Also, like look at this red lizard.

I love him. I hope you do too.

He's so misunderstood.

But I love him.

He's an asshole.

But I adore him.

He's an idiot.

But I want to give him a hug.

[decisions-at-3am]

Do you ever think of me As I have thought of you?

I saw the scribblings of Muddled lines from your life. Day-to-day inspirations, All carefully collected.

I wanted to know how it felt. So I wrote, day and night. But I may have been mistaken, You, the subject of what I write.

It's increasingly clear that, I do not have varied interests. Everything loops back to you, You are my forever muse.

[voiceofthe]

You feel sick. Everything is red. He pries himself open, left bare before you, heart pulsing. Desperate. It's almost hypnotizing, and as your hands fall from your mouth and his body falls apart from him, you--

You think you understand.

Soft threads of something that is not something, chilling the room. The torches burn just as strong, but their heat can no longer reach you. The cabin is the same. You are somewhere else. Sharper lines, softer shades than you have ever known.

You are in the same room you always have been. Sitting by the wall. There is no chain, but there is still no escape. For eighty years, and then eighty years more. The days stretch until days have no meaning, until a year stops being anything. You are exactly as lonely as when you started. You are exactly as afraid.

You kill him. He loves you. You kill him. He loves you. You kill him. He loves you.

Here is a body. The flesh sloughs off in pieces, and it walks on. Feathers fall, then skin, then muscle. It bloats. It withers. It is nothing. It walks on. It does not realize it is nothing. Pain drags onward, stillness stretching each motion.

All of existence at once, then nothing. Contentment. Complacency. The door never existed, after all.

Here is a rock, sitting in a river. It does not change. The river slows. It does not change. The river halts, water lapping at it. A plea.

It does not change.

You kill him. He loves you. You do not know him. He loves you. He sits, awaiting a knife to his throat, to his heart, to his lungs. He loves you.

He kills you. He loves you.

Your existence hurts him.

He loves you.

Unchanging. You are happy here. You are happy here. The cabin is the same. It has always been the same. There is nothing outside. There is nothing inside, save for pure, stricken bliss.

The sun hangs heavy in the sky. Motionless. Euphoric.

You pick up the rock. It does not change. Your fingers find the gaps in it. Sink in. Prying it apart. It breaks too easily, too brittle, into far too many crystal pieces. A geode of rich colors you have never seen, greens and golds, shimmering, shifting. Scattered on the ground.

It's... Beautiful.

You think you're going to throw up.

[sysig]

Hey, hey! RnR not requested! (Patreon)

[sukugo]

Gojo gives a note to sukuna like : "I wanted to write

A cute hikyu for you

Do you wanna smash?"

He does not, in fact, end up smashing he gets a long winded passionate lecture about the art of poetry and tries hollow purple-ing himself halfway through

GDJDHDJDJFFHFDJF worst part is, gojo IS capable of good poetry. and sukuna know this. but he likes lecturing (and poetry), even though satoru spends 90% of the time talking back and finishing sukuna's sentences, giving supposed correcting comments (that get debated. and then debated back. and so on and so forth)

but sukuna keeps at it, and satoru does learn quite a few things. technicalities that instantly improve his verse. or at least align it more towards heian era style poetry. sukuna is proud.

and THEN they fuck. obviously

[maeo-png]

Simon Petrikov, Healing, Self-love, and a smidge more of Greek mythology if you really squint

“Ulysses” poem excerpt by Alfred Tennyson // Fionna and Cake Episode 10 “Cheers” // “Exitlude” by The Killers // “Cheers” // “Talk To Me” by cavetown // “a poem traveled down my arm” by Alice Walker // “Cheers” // “Ulysses” book by James Joyce

[ilovedthestars]

here's the thing. yes, some pieces of art are "better" than others. there are many criteria you can measure that with--technical skill, creativity, clarity, conceptual depth, successful execution of the artist's intentions, etc., and i do think it's useful to clarify which ones you're using as a measuring stick. but like, of course you can evaluate art. of course you can be critical (in the "art critic" sense) of art. (among other things, that's one of the most important ways to get better at making art yourself.)

however. when it comes down to evaluating what gets to count as art. what art even gets to have a seat at the table. i will go to bat for the thing that isn't as "good" every single time.

you can say you think a piece of art is bad. you can say you think it lacked technical skill, or clarity, or conceptual depth, and you consider those important elements of a successful work. i might even agree with you. but if you think that means it doesn't matter, someone is going to die on this hill and it isn't going to be me

[faaun]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally