#can i tag this as poetry or something

[mythical-lotus]

Concept: the Chernobyl warnings in the Phantomhive manor after Sebastian claims O! Ciel's soul. Just imagine it.

"This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here."

- The entrance hall, dilapidated, with the stairs collapsing on themselves. The Phantomhive insignia is scattered around the room.

"What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger."

- A hallway, with paintings falling and torn. The portrait of Vincent and Rachael is present.

"The danger is in a particular location... it increases towards a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us."

- Panning downstairs to the kitchen, then to the servants quarters, then to Sebastian's bedroom.

"The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours."

- Lingering wisps of magic, a shadow in the corner. Sebastian is long gone and yet the tainted nature of him lingers.

"The danger is to the body, and it can kill."

- An abandoned silverware knife near the sink. There's dried blood on it that was never cleaned. There was no one left to clean it.

"The form of the danger is an emanation of energy."

- An eye patch left behind on a random floor. It should not be there. But no one remains to claim it.

"The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited."

- The Young Lord's room. A tea set sits untouched. The binds are drawn. The candles are unlit and burnt down to the base. No one is left.

[ro-sham-no]

two brothers on a motel bed, a poem by me

[lemongogo]

why do i love the conflict more than anything else . the misery . the incompatibility that spreads like oil slick . wanting so desperately for resolution that never comes . hmmm

[syn4k]

i tried to find myself in the stars but i was too small for them. then i tried to find myself in the trees but i moved too much for them. then i tried to find myself in the sea and i cared too much for it to accept me. then i tried to find myself in god but i wasn't divine enough for her. then i tried to find myself in the government but i don't enjoy having power enough for them. and i tried to find myself in the work of my hands and of my mouth but it was always imperfect and i got too tired too quickly and i tried to find myself in stories but i never leave my room and i tried to find myself in the void of space but it's nothing and i'm something. i even tried to find myself in myself but i couldnt recognize anything id ever done. exhausted eventually i went back home to find something familiar but i was a stranger in my own house and nobody recognized me anymore for the world had changed me in ways they couldn't understand so really what the fuck am i supposed to do now? 

[thepunkpanther]

— Arundhati Roy

[fawna12]

Theater is

Theater is a kid, trying to figure out what clubs to do in second grade, knowing that they've seen musicals and plays before and loved watching them and seeing drama club on the list

Theater is

Audition

Casting

Rehearsal

Theater is the kid, old enough to sing in the musical, memorizing their lines and others, loving every second of being onstage

Theater is

Memorization

Blocking

Choreography

Theater is the kid, now in middle school, deciding to do the theater class since there is one at their school now, meeting the theater teacher, meeting new friends, being good at it, finally auditioning for their first actual musical

Theater is

Stage Fright

Friendship

Confidence

Theater is that kid getting the main role, doing theater again the next year, knowing so much about all of it and teaching the newer kids, painting set pieces with their friends, the friends that they now have because of theater

Theater is

Props

Costumes

Lights & Sound

Theater is the kid going into high school, leaving their middle school theater teacher and younger friends, so anxious about it but quickly finding their place in their theater class, volunteering at a drama fundraiser and meeting older theater kids there, learning their names and being able to make an impression

Theater is their first high school audition, for the fall play, multiple smaller plays directed by seniors, and having fun, getting cast in one of the biggest ones with the best directors they could've asked for, still anxious about being a good cast member but getting more confident again

Theater is rehearsals 3 times a week after school, the kid finding their footing in the cast, making friends with the older kids, being able to make suggestions or point things out that need fixing in the show

Theater is the kid being able to impress people, being able to memorize their lines, being able to be confident, being able to fix things, being able to say hi to their cast in the halls, at first just smiling at their director when they passed each other during passing period but then saying hi, even talking for a minute or two, the cast walking to the grocery store together at the start of a rehearsal for almost no reason, the kid being able to talk to their castmates, their friends, and not feel out of place, being excited for the bigger productions later in the year, not being worried about stage makeup because they know the older kids will be there, knowing that the older cast members and their directors will help them if they need it, knowing that they'll still be able to spend more time with them, knowing that they'll be so sad when the seniors graduate, but knowing that they still have almost all of the school year with them

Theater is

Belonging

Safety

Laughter

Freedom

Joking

Focusing

Acting

Acting, but with people that you trust. With people that even though you met them 2 months ago, that you know. You know their mannerisms, how they laugh, their sense of humor. You know that they're kind, you know that they care, you know that all of you love this. You all love this so, so much. You know that if you make a mistake on stage, that they'll improv and cover for you, and that you'd do the same for them. You know that no matter how anxious you are before the show, that they'll be someone with the same nerves and you can comfort each other.

And then the last show will end, and the audience will applaud. You will bow, with these people, these people that you may not have known a few months prior, but that so much trust has formed between. You've played improv games with these people, walked to the store with them, rehearsed over and over and over again with them, learned so much from them, taught and helped and been taught and helped, and it's over.

Until the next show, and the next, and the next year with more new freshmen, some of the kid's younger middle school friends now there too, until the year that the kid will direct their own show, as a senior, and try to be just as good a director as the ones they had their freshmen year.

And they will belong.

They will all belong.

[trainingdummyrabbit]

maybe we'll try again next time.

[carlyraejepsans]

I’ve started watching Utena because of you. What. Is going on

HI. WELCOME TO THE CLUB, watch the trigger warnings. but yeah, revolutionary girl utena veers more and more towards surrealism the further you get into the series. it often and voluntarily forfeits narrative/logical consistency in favor of visual storytelling, metaphors and symbolism. i was just talking about it with nic the other day, and if the story weren't so harrowing, i would recommend it to everyone who wants to get into literary analysis, because it is SO packed with symbolism EVERYWHERE that it actually encourages you to try to decode it.

whatever you think utena is about, it is NOT. you can't go in and treat it like your 49293th classical shoujo. utena is a firework show of visual symbolism and it very rarely, if ever, explains itself to the viewer. it refuses to handhold you, but it never berates you for trying and getting it wrong either. there is SO much handholding in modern day media, but utena trusts its viewer to take away something meaningful from itself and to piece its message together on their own. it's one of my favourite pieces of media of all time just for that

[bigbrotherlouis]

- grief hues - -

a little visual reflection over the past three months. i moved to new york city, and wanted to explore the tension that comes with going to a place everyone expects you to be excited about while the grief of leaving is still very heavy. all pictures by me.

(april 2024)

[banjjakz]

spring is well underway. cannot stop thinking about the inherent sensuality of the Garden. sweet nectar on the tongue. plunging fingers into the ripe flesh of fresh fruit waiting, impatiently, to be consumed. dirt and soil smeared across the face and hands, caked into the nail beds; you are stained dark with the irrefutable evidence of your laborious, limb-loosening efforts. the temperature is rising, but not yet high enough for proper perspiration, and so you straddle this tantalizing precipice all day: damp skin, sticky brow, temples smooth with slip, but it could be hotter. you could be so much hotter. the constant buzzing reverberating in your skull -- is that the sound of beating insect wings, nature's jaw yawning open to unleash a primordial hum of reawakening? or is it just you? maybe both. probably both. is there even a difference?

[piplupod]

and i often get upset with myself for complaining and venting as much as i do, or also for being as anxious as i am, but given the circumstances that I live in, I do think realistically I am being ... incredibly "well-behaved", all things considered. i could be acting so much worse.

but i do still wish i weren't so ... [gestures vaguely at this whole mess] because it's off-putting for people! and understandably so! but i wish i could make friends!

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

rereading the worst scene I have ever written in my entire life and why did harrison have to drag lonan so hard here:

The sound of Lonan’s voice is like crashing into a concrete wall.

[sonofwhales]

Prefacing that I have an extremely complicated relationship with Christianity/God

I had an extremely cathartic moment today in church. Yesterday I had my last day of high school and because of how depressed I was feeling I decided to give it a shot and pray for my friends and classmates and ended up basically yelling at god (mentally, I was surrounded by people who would have figuratively ripped me apart if they heard me) about my girl crush from class and that I don't care what happens I just want him to bless her. That he can send me to hell all he wants for being gay, idgaf anymore, but to at least save her.

Technically he should know already being an omniscient being but formally and unapologetically announcing it: Telling him that I'm sapphic and that I love a girl, almost a challenge, and asking him to give her his blessings. Not us, I don't really want to date her for... Reasons, nor me, since I don't think I'm deserving of it, but her.

The person who has no faith cried out to God in the name of her same gender love.

I may never tell anyone about it, but I have sworn to God my affection for you even in the face of death itself and dammit if that's not love then I don't think I'll ever understand what love is.

May one day challenges such as this be simple truths, not something that feels like a revolution.

[marietheran]

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[parktheghost]

Finding exit wounds in the hospital waiting room by @parktheghost​ (P.C-M.)

[note-boom]

After reading this fanfiction, I've realised that the reason BSD doesn't have characters based off of famous composers and musicians is because they'd simply be too powerful.