#but holy shit it's like poetry

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

my blog is evil :)

[nico-nico-suavecito]

my poem, "trans day of I love you," on a light post in Vancouver. 🩷

[avionvadion]

Got all the Geoglyph memories, and the memory that was revealed after. Gonna have to go shrine hunting because I only have enough for like, four parts of the second stamina bar.

But. Anyways.

Holy shit-

Do not read if you do not want MASSIVE FREAKING SPOILERS LIKE OH MY GODS MY BRAIN IS BLOWN.

History has been repeating itself. More than we actually thought. This is literally the original version of Ocarina of Time, and Ocarina of Time was just history repeating itself.

In TotK, a male Gerudo named Ganondorf is born. After what seems to be a war, he pledges allegiance to the first King of Hyrule. A princess named Zelda warns the king that Ganondorf is not to be trusted, and he believes her.

He seals Ganondorf away, surrendering his life in the process. Zelda transforms herself, acting as a guide to the hero named Link until the day Ganondorf is (presumably, haven’t gotten there yet) defeated.

As the specific hero hasn’t been born yet, Ganondorf rots beneath Hyrule Castle for ten thousand years.

During these years, a new male Gerudo is born. His name is Ganondorf. After the Hyrulean Civil War, he pledges allegiance to the king of Hyrule. A princess named Zelda warns the king that Ganondorf is not to be trusted, and he doesn’t believe her.

Ganondorf kills the king. Zelda transforms herself, acting as a guide to the hero named Link until the day Ganondorf is defeated. He’s sent back through time. He alerts the princess and king of Ganondorf’s treachery. The king believes him.

Ganondorf is locked away and executed. He’s revived by the Triforce of Power. A new hero named Link arrives to defeat him, killing him for good.

Thousands of years pass.

The corpse of the original Ganondorf awakens. Zelda is sent back through time. The hero named Link is ready to defeat Ganondorf.

History repeats.

Skyward Sword happens.

The plot involving the first king of Hyrule happens.

Ocarina of Time happens.

Twilight Princess happens.

BotW and TotK happens.

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO GOOD

THERE ARE TWO WHOLEASS DIFFERENT GANONDORF’S. ONE WHO JUST WANTED POWER AND THE OTHER WHO GENUINELY WANTED TO PROTECT HIS PEOPLE BUT GOT CORRUPTED BY POWER ALONG THE WAY.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

got “save me an orange” by hayley grace today, tho im ngl i didn’t finish it yet, i got to page 35 and had to put it down cuz i was crying too much to see 😭

(i HIGHLY recommend)

[trickstersaint]

Screaminggg saint person I just read your apple taste in the throat as sin poem and I love it so I have a childhood experience to share bc I think the vague themes will make you writhe

So! Ever since I was a child I thought The Fruit™ was a fig! And I felt probably the same way you did whenever you ate an apple as when i ate fig newton's bc of this at like 6🤷 tasty but also [grows up in the church].

Anyway, that one lil story in the bible with the fig tree where jesus is having a very human moment and got caught in 4k withering the tree out of hanger then covered his ass with bravado+temple talk had stuck with little me from this, so to ramble: the life and death that goes into a figs growth and how even in paradise there was hunger, how it exists even among the divine, and that you have to give yourself whole to it like a fig wasp (it will kill you in the end) (or do you choose to die for it) (was there ever really a choice or is it nature to find something bigger than yourself and sacrifice your life for it) and that religion only lives on bc we do but who is to separate the temple from the tree thats barren that will outlast us like a legacy to all we could've been if not withered before its fruiting season? And what of the tiny wasps when the time comes to pollinate but the tree is gone, what of the next generation that burrowed their way out of the fig/divine and what life cycle is there to choose after? Were you born into it all or is it only where your mother died? andandand?? Screams I hope this gives you inspo for more writing or that you at least enjoyed the vibes of me being insane abt figs and what it means to take of the forbidden fruit and the withering of the fig tree lol

Also princess Diana and Gerard as a saint has been rattling around in my brain and I'm going nuts plz elaborate on what they mean to you I'm dying to hear ur thoughts in depth on that

my friend is also really into the fig tree story... beginning to think that raised-christian people only have a few preset bible concepts that they come preloaded with obsessions around. the two genders... fig and apple... anyway saying that even in paradise there was hunger is crazy. i need to write more about adam and eve they drive me insane. y'all ever think about this line from an article about adam and eve that i was reading for a research project a year ago and only posted on my main account where almost none of you guys would have seen it

she is trying desperately to encase herself within the divine framework... jack katz "The Social Psychology of Adam and Eve" save me. save me... anyway...

mmmm on princess diana and gerard way as saints. i find it interesting the way that people idolize her both as an icon of kindness and charity and also as a martyr; for the people who are really caught up in the image of her, i feel like it's absolutely as much about the fact that she died as it is about the good things that she did. not to say that people make her a christ figure lmao but if you REALLY wanted to get into it you could draw some parallels between the way that people talk about jesus interacting with the lepers and diana shaking the hand of someone with aids. and then to take this figure that you are idolizing for their selflessness and good works and to say that she was murdered is like. very evocative of martyrdom i think. these are not personal beliefs of mine i just find it very interesting to look at how people talk about her. personally i think the cultural obsessions around figures like princess diana and marilyn monroe, especially because they're women, are only ever going to grow parasocial and focus around the image or the idea of a person rather than fostering an interest in a historical figure. which. i mean. hey. me and saint sebastian for real :|

um. and then to further implicate myself in this social phenomenon. i am a freak about gerard way and i am not to be trusted around images of them in joan of arc armor or a cheerleader dress. liable to burst into tears or start speaking in tongues i think. i've been too transgender and too into my chemical romance for too long to be anything near normal about that particular person. seeing them in the joan of arc costume made me feel so crazyinsane about religion for so long that i sat down and wrote that first saints quiz. um. and you know actually i do have a poem about the way that it makes me feel so you can just go read that before i say something that's going to make me sound like i have a genuine religious fixation on that guy with like. a wife and kids. see also: trickstersaint poem "there's this feeling i get that i can't describe".

[chicago-geniza]

Stefania always includes some dialogue where a passionate young suitor is like "surely you MUST be from the country, because you're so well-read in the Polish classics, and so much in harmony with The Land" and the charming assimilated urban Jewish heroine is like [coquettishly] "not exactly :)" (she is from. Łódź lmfao)

[solar-halos]

pov i do the accent challenge

[whoblewboobear]

I know it doesn’t pan out but good for Claudia for being like “we should just kill him.” Like yeah girl kill him PLEASE. If Lestat gets to be a little bitch, Claudia and Louis can and should be allowed to wanna kill him about it as a treat 🥰 also I am cheering every time Lestat shows up in a new robe. So far I’ve counted three. They’re all very cute he looks so cozy.

Time for the finale~

[queenlua]

i don't really write poetry often, but whenever i do, i find myself having the most bizarre fixations

stuff like, "okay, the word 'reached' would be PERFECT here if it had a slightly different but insane connotation that i made up in my head. and the word 'stretched' ALMOST works as a replacement, but i just *really* need that r-sound instead of a str-sound, even though this is free verse and i don't really have a strict phoneme thing going on here, it's just. the vibes of 'str' are rancid, right there, specifically, okay. also, crucially, 'stretched' does NOT have the insane connotation i made up in my head. and for some reason the part of me that makes up connotations simply CANNOT do it for this slightly different word. anyway whatever we're using 'reached' #shipit"

this absolutely cannot be the right way to write poetry, right. the people who do this For Real have gotta have a system or something. or are they just following their bizarre fixations to a higher plane of existence than the one i'm on. and if so can i hitchhike with them sometime

[newplace2befrom]

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[everysongineverykey]

what the fuck do you mean soul brother is about brian may. what do you MEAN freddie mercury wrote a song about brian harold may that went "he's my best friend, he's my champion, and he will rock you, rock you, rock you, cause he's the saviour of the universe, he can make you keep yourself alive, make you keep yourself alive, cause he's somebody, somebody you can love" what do you mean he just wrote that and then casually told brian may about it in the studio one day and was like surprise! i've written a song about you, but it needs your touch! break out that guitar! what do yuo mean they both wrote songs aimed at each other at least once but brian wrote so many for freddie he can't remember which one he was working on at the time. WHAT DO YOU MENA

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

EDI SYSTEMS ARE REAL THE BATERS CAN EAT MY SHORTS!!!! :-) anyway luv u all ur blog is so funny!!!!! saw u like pressure i tried it yesterday and i could NOT handle it too spooky,,,, got to lvl. 78 whcih is pgood for a 1st try i think!!!!!! have a njce day!!!!

-🗨️

COngrat!!!!!!!!!!

[wisteriasymphony]

Son of God, you escape to the house of your Father in the late hours of the night, for it reminds you of Heaven. Why is it you prefer it so? Is it because you miss the courts of angels… or because you liked feeling alone?

You sleep on the edge of the stairs, blissful in every moment you close your eyes again. You cannot sleep exactly as they do, but you get close; It’s comforting. To feel heavy and slowed, to curl up on the steps of the temple and look up at the stars, your twinkling brethren.

But then it is morning, and you are once again accosted for simply being. The Pharisees shout you down for explaining wrongs, and the Sadduces goad you for more for no reason better than for weaponry against the Pharisees. You are swarmed in every direction by bodies twice your height, and these two eyes of yours cannot look at all of them at once. Your words are heard the world and back, and yet no ears here listen. You sigh to yourself, thinking about how much quieter things used to be when there was no need to speak. 

Son of God, you clench your teeth and they shake within you, body trembling with hunger; You love this body and yet it hates you. It knows what it was made for. What you were made for. It gets sick, it tires, it shakes with anxiety your mind comprehends far beyond, often refuses to speak when you yourself birthed its languages. 

And somewhere in this discussion, between when a Pharisee pushes you around and when the beggars shout at you and clamor at your feet, you start to wonder. Lucifer, your brother, your son; How wrong he was to deny Heaven, how falsely his hubris led him. That’s not exactly what you ponder on—You know he was wrong for his defiance, and you hope he will one day allow himself to be forgiven for it. 

But… there is something to be said about his wanting to be free.

[hoodiehydra]

clinging on to redeem myself as the role model in the family with just a few good test scores 😇😇😇

[hoboblaidd]

he is the shadow beside you. the dagger in the night to your sword in the day.

on Solas, the left hand of Mythal, with Abelas, once-called Landalen, her right. @weptduty

[ghostdrinkssoup]

I write and then I get sleepy and then I can no longer make pretty words and then I hide under the covers so I can start again tomorrow