#cocoa the poet

[jude-thedude98]

Hey mommy my puppy I love you Cocoa

[donna-rinascimentale]

dps is such an autumn/winter staple, but it always breaks my heart that neil perry never got to see the spring.

neil died when it was dark and the trees were bare and the cold raged outside his window and he never got to see the sun rise or the flowers bud. early spring is when the world itself begins to hope, ease into the gentleness it deserves. it breaks me that neil perry never got to see that.

[littleulvar]

just ocs being soft ✨(Arne belongs to @ronkoza)

[lausdigitaldiary]

i'm sitting in my bed, under my blankets, next to a vanilla scented candle, a hot cocoa in one hand and The Cadence of Part-time Poets on my phone in the other

who cares if it's 2am and i have class at 7?? i'm living the life here

[elizaellwrites]

Happy New Year Everyone!

We survived 2023!

For better or for worse,

With happy memories

And stressful times,

We move on to another season of

This game we call life.

However your 2023 went,

What comes next is an open door.

You can work towards your goals,

And whatever you’re hoping for.

Whether something big or small,

Public or personal, material or conceptual,

Every day is a new page to begin.

But always remember to take time for yourself.

One can’t abandon themself in

Pursuit of something else.

Despite crisis, goals, and daily stresses,

Be kind to yourself, even through the messes.

A new year is full of chances,

Even if that chance you take is yourself.

May this year of 2024 be kind to both you and I,

As we try to navigate the road ahead.

Here’s to the next chapter of our lives!

Who knows what plot-twists will be thrown our way,

But, hey, most of us are readers here anyway.

[cocoawithmarshmallows]

sit at my feet, love,

let me braid my teardrops into your hair

and the blood from my fingers

sore, so sore,

dye each angel hair red,

like the color of a distant memory,

the dream of a better life

you will look so beautiful, love

moonlike face to your cherub lined vanity

in the privacy of heaven's chamber,

with the sanguine blossoms dotting your crown

liquid pearls of longing catching the light

as i drift away from you

incomparable to your divineness

[immatrout]

mud

I wanna walk into the rain with a cup of hot cocoa

I'll watch as it fills to the top

I'll wait till it spills all over my hand

Still warm from the pot on the stove

The ghost of a nice drink

Muddy water

[fwipination]

Happy New Year you tumblr rascals!

I was doing warm upon sketches not long ago and decided to draw one of my old neopets at random. Seeing as 3 of my six pets are eyries I was not expecting my sad poet kougra to be the one I ended up with, but then I ended up in absolute hysterics drawing him. He also felt very fitting to post before the year of the tiger wraps up!

Napodorf is a tired, somber soul who simply wants to drink his borovan in peace and keeps ending up in hard-boiled plots. He lives in an industrial side of neopia, near the stock market, with much of the other grey pets.

[guiltedlilly]

today you would be 67. 67 or 66?

i can’t remember. i actually can’t recall one holiday together. did you like to laugh or were you serious?

what was your favorite song?

The first time it happened why did you hit my mom? Did you apologize? Did my sister see?

i remember bear hugs and your stubble on my cheek. i remember being terrified watching you throw her against the fence. i remember sitting in the front seat sunshine on my face. Cocoa Puffs and Saturday morning cartoons. violence and silence. we were so small.

did you like to cook?

would you love me or would you have hit me too? i love you. happy birthday daddy.

[yoshikikuwano]

めっちゃ冷たいココアが飲みたい

めっちゃ冷たいココアが飲みたい

グラスが冷や汗かくほど冷えたココアが飲みたい

蒸したコンクリートの上で

あらゆる人間に無視されつつ

冷たいココアを一気に飲み干したい

ココアの液に照る氷

土の中の蝉みたいに肉付いてうまそう

やがて来るお別れの時間みたいに

新幹線東京駅ホームで今生の別れ惜しみつつ

冷えたココアが飲みたい　

砂糖が喉を圧迫する

鳥取砂丘を丸呑み

君が選ぶのは決まってホットココアだが

真冬でもキンキンに冷えたココアが飲みたい

ひとつも落ち着かない

自分が自分じゃない感覚

でもそれも自分ではという感覚の暗闇

暗礁白濁

職場や家族から離れた雑踏で街の定点観測

調査の視線を浴びながらそれでも群衆の目の

端っこで誰にも記しない三文記事の

エピソードを齧りつつお互い齧られながら

オベリスク、終わらない物語

冷たいココアが飲みたい

[jude-thedude98]

A Hermit Crab's Adventure

By Cocoa the Poet

When Daddy's escapades

Turn to nonstop spinning rims on escalades

The only thing I can say is

Hey! Go Daddy! Go!

Because although it warrants me when Sadsy's away

I know for sure that he is out there focused on making a change

Pocket and worldly

For everyone woman boy and girly

However they identify

My Daddy constantly tries and tries

Thats why his tears now burn his eyes

Because it seems that those before, with him

Could not get it right

So left he goes

On the March to an April flow

Watching rain fall

As the pain May go

Springing into action like a real superhero

But my Daddy is not.

No.

My Daddy is a hermit crab, and this is for his hermit crab flow

He walks sideways when others are on the road

Stumbling and fumbling because he knows not which way they are going to go.

See my Daddy has been used tenfold

Some stepped on, so e criticized, some broke

But my Daddy always puts his good foot forward and marches to his own drumroll.

So count him a master of the road

Or count him the master of highways

However you count him

Make sure you remember that he feels most comfortable in his Hermit Crab Home.

With me!

His girl, his daughter, his pup

Cocoa!

[randomrichards]

THE BARBER OF LITTLE ROCK:

Head of barber school

Offers loans for poor locals

Building others up

[absolutelynotsucka]

Look at him. So soft. So comfy.

He look. So happy

@4thelneyj0nes

[alyrasturnz]

so highschool headcannons please!!! also i've been sending in so much anon msgs but u dont reply to them :(( whyyyyyy

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❐ summary » in which, he knows how to ball and y/n knows aristotle..

❐ pairings » jock!matt x nerd!reader

❐ warnings » none

❐ a/n && w/c » i’m not responding to any anonymous messages that aren’t requests until i make a masterlist!! also double update YAY 😝 lmk if u guys like hcs more than actual fics with plots and stuff • 569

jock!matt who finds it adorable when you try to impress him with your newfound stick-handling skills, and in return, he tries to quote your favorite philosophers, often with hilarious results.

jock!matt who loves your late-night study sessions, where he sprawls out on your bed, tossing a basketball in the air, while you read aloud passages from your favorite poet’s works.

jock!matt who starts calling you "professor" as a cute nickname, and you call him "coach," blending your worlds of intellect and sports.

jock!matt who surprises you with a hockey-themed bookmark, knowing how much you love combining your passions.

jock!matt who enjoys your philosophical debates after a game, finding your insights fascinating and often trying to relate them to basketball strategies.

jock!matt who proudly tells his friends about your knowledge of philosophy, and they start calling you "the philosopher" in admiration.

jock!matt who finds balance and joy in your relationship, appreciating how your intellectual pursuits complement his athletic ones, making your bond even stronger.

jock!matt who loves when you analyze his hockey games, using your math skills to break down his performance and offer strategic advice.

jock!matt who gets excited when you create detailed charts and graphs, showing him how he can improve his shots and positioning on the ice.

jock!matt who appreciates your dedication, often saying, "you bring the brains, i'll bring the brawn," as he follows your calculated game plans.

jock!matt who enjoys your post-game analysis sessions, where you both sit down with a notebook, and you explain your findings, helping him become a better player.

jock!matt who surprises you with a custom jersey that has "math genius" on the back, showing his pride in your unique contributions to his game.

jock!matt who loves when you cheer him on from the stands, knowing that your support and mathematical prowess are his secret weapons.

jock!matt who often jokes that you're his personal "statistician," but he genuinely values how you make him a smarter player.

jock!matt who makes sure to celebrate every win with you, appreciating how your combined efforts lead to his success on the ice.

jock!matt who loves when you bring hot cocoa to his late-night practices, the steam rising like little wisps of encouragement.

jock!matt who always looks for you in the stands, your presence a beacon of warmth and support, even in the coldest rinks.

jock!matt who surprises you with spontaneous date nights after games, where the adrenaline is still high, and the world feels full of possibilities.

jock!matt who appreciates your patience, listening to his endless stories about the game and his teammates, knowing you care deeply.

jock!matt who loves when you wear his jersey, the sight of you in his colors filling him with pride and joy.

jock!matt who makes sure to include you in team celebrations, because to him, you're as much a part of the team as anyone else.

jock!matt who enjoys quiet moments with you after a tough loss, finding solace in your comforting words and gentle presence.

jock!matt who loves when you surprise him with little good luck charms before big games, each one a token of your unwavering support.

jock!matt who cherishes your handwritten notes of encouragement, tucking them into his gear bag for a boost of confidence when he needs it most.

jock!matt who feels incredibly lucky to have you by his side, knowing that your love and support are his greatest strengths on and off the ice.

[perksofbeingpoet]

a small thing that is promised to calm todd down when everything gets too overwhelming is playing with or brushing his hair.

which, unfortunately, is way too intimate a thing to ask his friends for- they help as good as they can already, trying to be quieter when todd gets that very intense look, passing him food that isn't too spicy or salty, talking loudly when a teacher is looking for people to get up front to the board, so that they'll gleefully pick the loudmouth.

but this is different; involves a kind of gentleness, of vulnerability that todd can't ask for. it means baring the parts of him that are most sensitive, revealing he's a baby bird in thunderstorms, asking for whispers and warmth in a place that doesn't offer these things.

neil still finds out.

which shouldn't come as a surprise to todd - neil has a way of catching him where he's most vulnerable, closing his palms around him as if he was a ladybug in a child's hand. careful now, don't hurt it. i'll keep it safe. i'll carry it off the pavement, put it where the grass sprouts in may-coloured strands.

so neil finds out, when they're laying on todd's bed (better sun in the evening), neil reading the script of his newest play, todd just breathing, trying to match the tides of neil's heartbeat below him, trying to slow down his own. and neil isn't sure what happens, because to his mind, nothing's changed, but suddenly todd's eyes have that frozen panic in them.

neil thinks he can feel the way todd's drowning in his own thoughts, and todd's thoughts tend to be quicksand in these moments. it's desparation, in the end, that gets neil to bury his left hand in todd's hair, carefully weaving his fingers through the sandy strands. he knows it's silly, but the urge to physically wipe the thoughts off todd's head is what makes him lightly trace his nails across the other's scalp, gentle, always so gentle.

and todd melts.

his breathing slows, and suddenly he's back, and neil's heart flutters like a dragonfly drying off its wings. he can help. not much, not always, but he can try.

he soon discovers that it helps after showers, too - todd is embarrassed enough to snap at him the first time, the first time neil's heard him rashly angry, but it only takes todd a week to come back and apologise, to say neil was right, but could he not make a big deal out of it. (and neil perry, king of theatrics, doesn't)

because showers can be overwhelming in these times, when todd's mind is a bridge wobbling on brittle foundations- standing there all wet, knowing he'll need to get out the stall, and dry off, and get his clothes and put them on and they'll still stick to him a bit and his toes will stay wet because the floor is cold, and- it's too much.

but neil can brush his hair, still wet and darker than usual, and the scratch of it along his scalp grounds him, puts his thoughts on a leash. neil will hum a song, and todd will ache with the sweet cruelty of love, the stinging tenderness of vulnerability.

and when todd gets into bed in exam season, and the sheets are fluffy and full of fresh air, smelling of spring and melancholy, he breathes in deeply through his nose. and neil walks over to him for a second before going to his own bed, three extra steps that make todd close his eyes and bury his face in the pillow.

and he runs a hand through todd's hair, and it feels like warm notes on a cello. like autumn sun falling through tall tree trunks, like a mug of cocoa, like a childhood kitchen table. his fingers trace lines across todd's scalp, reminiscent of the contrails of the plane that divides the sky three years later, like neil is already dreaming of it.

todd breathes and smiles.

good night, little poet <3

(i put this on ao3 even though it's ridiculously short, so you guys know what that means- the time of poet writing dps fanfiction has started, and the next ones are gonna be way longer)

[vidavalor]

"There will come a tempest" scene & possible S3 Crowley & Aziraphale foreshadowing...

When Gabriel is apparently possessed in the second half of Awning of a New Age, he and the woman who appears to be possessing him say something that is strangely repetitive:

"There will come a tempest and darkness and great storms, and the dead will leave their graves and walk the Earth once more and there will be great lamentations."

There is no actual difference in definition between a "tempest" and a "storm." A tempest *is* a storm-- both are wind and rain together. The usage of them is more of a matter of manner of speaking-- it's situational. "Storm" is the common usage while "tempest" is just the more literary, more poetic way of saying "storm." Your local news station reports on an impending "storm" but a poet might call that same storm a "tempest." As a result, the prophecy is weirdly repetitive at the start, right? It really reads like this:

"There will come a storm and darkness and great storms..."

Ok, why repeat it? Why use "tempest" and "storms" in the same phrase? Why separate them? To Crowley? Maybe because whoever this is is trying to warn Crowley specifically of events, not just warn of them in general. Because the word that triggers the whole thing is "tempest"-- and it's Crowley who said it. It's Crowley who called what he just did in Awning of a New Age "a tempest" and not a storm because he's poetic and dramatic like that.

So... what if the first part of the prophecy is actually already in motion? What would this potentially tell us about S3?

What if it's kind of like Agnes Nutter's first prophecy for Aziraphale was in S1-- "...thy cocoa doth grow cold" being about *that particular moment right then* with a difference of it being unclear right now if Crowley really understands that someone is trying to warn him through Gabriel? If this is the case? Then S3 isn't about *preventing* The Second Coming-- it's about somehow trying to *reverse or fix it*... because it's already happening. The tempest is Crowley's storm in Awning of a New Age... which Crowley thinks he failed at but didn't really entirely. It's his failure, in his estimation, to get Maggie and Nina to fully vavoom that causes him to tell Aziraphale that it's Aziraphale's turn to try-- setting up the meeting/ball to go the way it does, leading directly to the end of S2. What comes next?

Darkness and great storms. The end of the world. The dead rising from their graves and walking the Earth once more. The Second Coming. And there will be great lamentations...

Obviously, The Second Coming sounds horrible in GO. It's The Metatron's plan and he's the main antagonist. It sounds like they're going to destroy Earth and the known universe and only the the chosen few will survive it but what intrigues me about this is why whoever is delivering this prophecy is warning Crowley about great lamentations. Crowley is the one who prophesied in S1 that he thought the real war that was coming was "all of us versus all of them", and he meant he and Aziraphale and humanity versus the system of Heaven and Hell. So far, he seems to be correct on that and given that it was a set up line in the final moments of the season for future plot, it seems likely to be true. This would be how he survives it. Armageddon in its S1 round was supposed to trigger a war between Heaven and Hell that could have resulted in Crowley and Aziraphale being separated for eternity after it. They managed to push it off until the end of S2 and now Round 2 is a different flavor of Armageddon. The Second Coming is what Crowley seemed to predict in S1... but someone here is trying to get a message to Crowley and it sounds as if it might be meant for him directly as much as it is for the world. And what might that prophecy possibly be saying about S3's Crowley & Aziraphale plot, specifically?

That after Crowley's tempest comes darkness, comes great storms, comes the end of the world, comes The Second Coming... comes great lamentations-- great grief, great mourning. I'm not saying that Crowley wouldn't be broken by the end of the world but I am saying that someone warning Crowley that in an era of "the saved" being given eternal life, that will Crowley will be experiencing great lamentations feels very much like Aziraphale is not among them. (I am not saying that the show will end like this-- it will be fine.) It also would be the height of irony if Crowley and Aziraphale spent their time together always thinking that they had the about 6,000 years until Armageddon and that it was probably Crowley who wasn't going to make it beyond then and then it turns out that Aziraphale, who always thought that he was the one who was going to spend eternity alone without Crowley if they couldn't figure out a way out of Armageddon... it's Aziraphale who then doesn't make it.

It might also be worth considering that Crowley is the character who was given information along with us about The Book of Life from Beez-- someone who would know and whose memory isn't damaged. He doesn't need this information if he's the one getting Book of Life'd. He needs it if his plot in the future is to try to un-Book of Life someone.

There is also that while Michael was threatening to Book of Life Aziraphale in the bookshop, they didn't just *do* it-- and then The Metatron said that Michael wasn't qualified to do it. I'm not sure how true that is or if it was just him getting Michael to knock it off and stop giving everyone spoiler alerts for his game plan lol but The Metatron *would* be qualified and is the angel associated with The Book of Life in religious texts and S2 ends, as we all know, with Aziraphale getting in the elevator to Heaven with The Metatron.

You know those unused concept art images of the bookshop that didn't make it into S2 where it's the last thing standing in what looks like some kind of apocalyptic nightmare around it?

Crowley saves the bookshop during The Second Coming? Sends as many from Whickber Street as he can to Muriel in the shop and makes sure it survives because he can't see it destroyed again and, in doing so, he might have preserved evidence of Aziraphale's existence enough for a plot to bring him back when he finds out he's gone? (I'm aware that the idea with The Book of Life is that the person is erased from existence and so never existed at all. I'm a romantic and this show is too, really. Aziraphale can't be fully erased and Crowley can't fully forget him. Fight me on it if you want to lol but I also can't see how a plot to bring him back happens unless Crowley somehow remembers him.) S2 also gave us way too many things Aziraphale has made in a way that kind of foreshadow his disappearance in a way that makes their existences more relevant. His sketch of Gabriel. His diaries. The photo Furfur took of him and Crowley in 1941... Then, there's this line. This bloody line:

...and that one...

...and this bit from S1 when Aziraphale is in a state of semi-existence and what can help them is what Crowley saved from the bookshop...