#does this count as a poem? lol
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I don't really take medicine.
Whenever I have to say that aloud, I cringe. Yes, I believe in the power of modern medicine. I'm not anti-vax. I don't think alternative medicine works (if it did, it would just be called medicine).
I have a phobia.
When I was a baby, I got very sick. I had a massive sustained fever. My skin was covered in red splotches, or was peeling off in layers in other places. My tongue was swollen and red and bumpy, a symptom they call strawberry tongue. A cute name for something so scary.
All the classic symptoms of Scarlet Fever.
(You've all read The Velvetine Rabbit, I hope)
It was not Scarlet Fever.
If treated for that disease, all of my symptoms would have disappeared. I would have made a full recovery. I would have been perfectly healthy.
Until I died of a heart attack around the age of 11.
Kawasaki Disease is a relatively rare heart disease. It affects around 0.015% of children in the US. The cause of this disease is still unknown. If left untreated, major blockages can form in the arteries.
I got very lucky. My pediatrician went to a conference about Kawasaki Disease the week before I showed up in the hospital. I was not treated for Scarlet Fever.
They did not have enough gamma globulin in over 100 miles to treat me; they had to helicopter it in from Los Angeles. I was in the hospital for. A long time. While they put 1 liter of gamma globulin in my tiny 1 year old body.
Did you know that 1 year olds have about 800mL of blood?
I celebrated my second birthday in the hospital.
I did not die of a heart attack at age 11.
I have a phobia of doctors and medicine.
I am very proud of how far I've come in the last few years. I finally learned how to swallow pills at 29 years old. I was able to go to the dentist when I broke a tooth. I got a root canal, and I even went in to get my wisdom teeth removed. I see a psychiatrist, and take psychiatric medicine every day. I've gotten several Covid shots.
I haven't been to a regular doctor in probably 15 years. I still will refuse to take even advil unless I am really suffering. I had to leave my last dentist, and am over a year past due for another cleaning because I can't bring myself to schedule the appointment.
I have a cold for the first time in 5 years. I called out of work because I have a runny nose and a headache, and there's nothing I will do to make that easier on myself.
People will ask me what they should take for such and such symptoms, and all I can say is
I don't really take medicine.
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#911#buddie#911edit#buddieedit#911 on fox#911 fox#911 abc#eddiediazedit#evanbuckleyedit#my edit#otp: you don't need to pretend with me#at this point i should have a cemetery tag lol#and a pining eddie tag#does this count as a poem?#this went through 3 phases#text aka possible fic idea#image edit aka should i just slap the text on a screencap#and this#something just happened in my brain that i cant explain#usercam#911verse#evan buckley#eddie diaz
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i see you staring at me
i tell you to stop because
if you're staring at me
how could i stare at you
#aftg#andreil#neil josten#idk where this came from idk what this is but its here to stay ig#andrew minyard#all for the game#popped in my head at peak afternokn so you knownits incoherent#blue's bs#i know andrew gets overwhelmed by neil staring at him like he's wearing a halo. like he's someone worth it.#and thats the reason he tells neil to stop staring but i like this interpretation too.#poem#does this count as a poem?#nah but ill keep the tag lol
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If you're still willing to take snippets... I'd love to read more about Blake!! He owns my X-Men heart fr <3 <3
Oh my gosh thank you so much! Sorry this was the bit late, I was having A Week when you sent this. Writing this really cheered me up today, I genuinely squealed when I finally got the time to write it!
Blake sat in front of the growing fire, wiggling his numb toes. He was feeling the afternoon lull, and the mansion sat suspiciously quiet as its inhabitants settled in to finish homework or curl up with a hot drink in the October chill. The wind gently jostled desiccated leaves from their trees, both parties bidding farewell as the sky grew a contented, cloudy gray. He found himself inside more often as the weather turned, preferring the constant dullness of his senses to the sharp emptiness that accompanied every journey through a dormant landscape. He shifted himself with great effort to pluck his guitar from the side of his chair, and felt the familiar divots of the uneven wood. Blake had little effect on organic material that was technically dead, but he had caught himself slightly warping the soundboard in sporadic times of extreme distress. He experimentally plucked the catgut strings, a small touch that Charles had picked up from a secondhand shop. Metal or nylon simply felt too foreign. He heaved himself out of his chair and ran a finger across the spines of the numerous hardcovers that lined the shelves of the study, all cloth-bound and varying fascinatingly in height and color. His hand was skirting across the spine of a Robert Burns collection when Kurt appeared directly in front of him. Blake knew he should be well-used to it by now, but he couldn't help but start and let out a small yelp.
"Blake! I was wondering where- ach! I hope I didn't disturb you." "No, no, I wasn't doing much, anyway." "Looking for more poems?" Kurt asked, noticing the small pile of books that Blake had accumulated on the coffee table from the past week. "Not like I'm starved for choice, I just... I'm feeling uninspired." "You could always try something in German," said Kurt, waggling his eyebrows. "I can live without your constructive criticism, Kurt," he replied lightly, recalling a past attempt to read untranslated Goethe out loud, to Kurt's immense amusement. "I tried to be nice," he giggled, "but now you know how it feels. The uh... mouth-feel can be hard." "But German is so- sharp. I had to hack around the syllables." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Ah, because English is so gentle." Blake absentmindedly strummed a G chord. "You're not wrong." At that, Kurt determinedly sat and crossed his legs on the carpet. "I'm never wrong. So, I think you must pick a poem at random and sing it for me." Blake sputtered. "You know it takes me hours to come up with the melodies!" "Come on, you need this! A challenge! Sing for me, bitte." Blake huffed, marching back to the bookshelf and yanking out The Iliad without looking. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Kurt's tail curled in merriment. "We'll be here for a while." Blake strummed a few harsh chords in reply.
#my headcanon for blake making poems into songs is inspired by one of my favorites#adele mcallister's version of “farewell to the banks of ayr”#also inspired by me trying to read the iliad recently and having... A Time with it#this was kinda long does it even count as a snippet anymore lol#thank you so much!!! <3#pleistocene answers asks#blake salkeld#snippet
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@ellietheduck
ducks are found in ponds
but you’re found in the dawn
the waking hours of the day
you sit in the midway
you’re in the sun
you’re in the water
you’re in the grass
there’s a duckling wherever i go
you cease the blow
that goes straight to my heart
you bring a smile to our faces
that we can never return
you are the duck
i am the crow
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I think the reason ive always wanted a son is so i can raise a man that will go out in the world and treat women with the respect that i've always wanted to be treated with,
I want to raise a lover, not a fighter
and the reason I'm so scared of having a daughter, is because I know she will go through the torment that i experienced throughout my female adolescences,
The glances from strange old men, the comments about how i look on the streets and the comments on my body from family members, the boys at school taunting me, sexualizing me, touching me,
I want to raise a powerful woman, but if I don't have the power myself how am I supposed to do that?
- N
#original poem#poetry#vent poem#poem#shitty poetry#art#lol#does poetry count as art#feminism#adulthood#girlhood#women#children#not really poetry
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okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]
#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#my writing in 2020 is a lot different than my writing now even! especially so compared to my writing from 2010s#reading a lot of media is also really important :] i always read a lot of books BUT i only started to really read poetry since the pandemic#which were uh basically my early teenage years so idk if i'm a good example for this bcs childhood brain development and stuff (???)#BUT STILL ..... playing games like ffxiv and being really invested in the lore and writing + reading more poems and being fascinated with#more authors and pieces of literature + expanding my general vocabulary knowledge whatnot ... it all really goes a long way!#oh man i'm pretty proud of myself actually. i do love my writing. as imperfect (as all things are) it is.#i had a lot of Pauses with writing throughout my uhh relatively short life thus far since i'm NOT yet an adult and all aha but yeah!#so bless ffxiv again for bringing back my writing spirit... and other medias and whatever <3#rn i have to thank bg3 for bringing back my Creative Spirit bcs i've been writing a lot more again and having/working on my creative ideas!!#okay i just wanted to ramble a bit lol ^_^ there!#idk my being a writer is very important to me. and my journey as one too.#i want to make a book one day! most feasibly would be to make a collection of short stories :] a bit similar to 'm is for magic' maybe bcs#i grew up with that lol neil gaiman i adore you <3#i have a very special original world in my head but i am a little selfish and want to keep them all to myself... oops. or who knows!#anyway i have a lot of ideas and i adore writing and literature sooo much <3#anyway. okay. leaving it here.#cheering on every writer author whatever out there !!! unless you're a sucky person of course yuck bigots but yeah ^^ <3#huge writing inspo for me is uhhhhhhhh. thinking#ffxiv! does ffxiv count. esp drk quests. and shb as a whole. and then... edgar allan poe? neil gaiman? yeah?#can't remember anyone else good gods but i love vivid and imaginative storytelling and writing descriptively :] a bit of prose but also#quite simple in its eloquence (???) unsure honestly oh gods anyway BYE rambles over apollo signing off beep boop AGHHHHH (screams)
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There's something about some character's eyes that draw me in to them more...
They are windows into their soul I feel, after all.
Some even have the power to make you lose your sense of time, reality, everything...by just a stare.
It's scary how easily you can get lost in their gaze...mesmerized by their eyes, by them...
Windows into their soul, or windows for your soul to be sucked into to never return...
#;raven's posts 💜#sorry. not feeling hot rn and poetry on my mind? haven't written a poem in ages I feel...does this count as one? lol
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i don't like rhyme in poetry when it's just for the sake of it being there. especially when the contents of a poem don't really ask for a certain rhyme. when i read such poems, my attention completely fixates on the rhythm and the rhyme and i can't process the meaning of the words i'm reading. there are rhymed poems which rhythm, on the other hand, accentuates the idea they're expressing. oh these ones i love. then it feels like they help grasping the idea of a poem even better.
#does this count as what the internet ppl call a 'hot take'?? lol#in english ive read many amazingly rhymed poems but in my mother tongue... idk#whenever i read other ppl's poems it seems like they use the generic poem rhymes just bc they're writing A Poem#like.... the flow of the rhyme used doesn't match the content and it's very jarring to read#i admit i am guilty of writing a few poems like that but at some point i realized i never want to do it again lmao#precisely when i started learning more about how to express my ideas in more concise and yet more exact manner#and then i realized that every little detail like choosing to write in all lowercase or choosing where i start the new line matters#in a way that they're tools that can help me express my idea more accurately if used with intention#i love writing so much everyday there's so much to learn#it's incredibly satisfying to observe how my writing changes even in the span of a few months#; words generated by me#poetry
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Look at me
Look upon this mirror and see,
I am a reflection of your flaws,
A shadow you created only seen when your light is upon it
Look
At
Me
Do not give your hatred my name,
for it was yours to begin with
You have spawned an evil,
Your venom my blood
I have become you,
And you think it's my fault
#does this count as a poem???#original poem#I have been hearing too much of the “I think therefore I AM” stuff lol#could be used as religous symbolism#or about abusive parents#or generally anything toxic#idk#I was listening to brutus#poetry
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❁ Sugar (I've developed a taste for you) ❁
!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!
Summary: Astarion asks for a favour and ends up getting more than what he bargained for (or: I'm a lesbian but this fictional little vampire twink can get it)
Rating: Explicit (for eventual smut) Wordcount: 2.4k Descriptors: I try to keep my reader-inserts fairly neutral, but let me know if anything slips through the cracks! Astarion is his usual self, pathetic and awful yet somehow also lovable as fuck. CW: bad flirting, friends with benefits (and the benefit is bloodsucking lol), blood, blood drinking, biting, hint of praise kink, eventual proper smut, nicknames, so much innuendo
✦⋆ Main Masterlist ⋆✦⋆ If you prefer AO3 ⋆✦
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Chapter 1: My my, those eyes like fire
He could be lovely if he wasn’t so self-involved.
That is the first thought you have when you meet Astarion. He is not downright mean, but something about him just bugs you. He flirts with every creature on two legs (sometimes even those with more), but that’s not it.
Something about all his honeyed words just feels so… insincere.
You think Astarion has something to hide, and you desperately want to know what it is. So far, he has shown no signs of weakness, and he is as much as self-entitled twat as when you first met him. And this continues to be your opinion of him… up until today.
The day has been hard. Your feet hurt, your hands have blisters, and you are smeared with blood pretty much all over. Your shirt has been ripped and frankly, you don’t know when you might find the time to mend it. There is a giant bloodstain on the thigh of your trousers, and you are pretty sure your hair has become completely encrusted in blood quite some time ago.
But you have made it back to camp and that is all that counts.
As you shake out your bedroll and try to ignore the fact that this is the seventh night in a row that you’ll have had bland stew for dinner, you catch Astarion’s eyes across the fire.
His gaze is… odd.
You have seen him in the heat of battle, you’ve seen the glint in his eye when he comes up with another of his devious plans. You’ve even seen him amused, shaking with laughter when Gale recited an - admittedly very ambiguous - poem to you.
But you have never seen him like this. It’s not affection, nor is it desire that lights up his delicate features. He almost looks… desperate. Like he is starving for something, and you can’t place your finger on what it is.
As soon as Astarion notices that you have caught him, his eyes flick away. He saunters off, way too casual to not be obvious about it.
You stare after him, vaguely confused. But then, Karlach makes her way over to ask for more stew, and you forget all about it. For the moment.
Her smile makes your belly flutter, and you wish you knew more about her, and so you do your best to make conversation, joking and asking shallow questions.
Astarion’s eyes haunt you through dinner.
Even though the day was exhausting, the nights in your little camp are starting to grow on you. Gale is funny in his own, book-wormish way. You have learned that Karlach is downright hilarious in her joy about the world outside of Avernus, and Wyll is always scandalised by her, which is admittedly quite fun to watch. Lae’zel and Shadowheart keep to themselves a bit more, but even they share the meals with the rest of you.
You laugh when Karlach imitates Wyll’s horrified expression, but in spite of yourself. your eyes keep wandering to the silver hair of your elven companion who is sitting across from you.
Astarion is staring at you again, his eyes focused on some point below your jaw. He is watching you intently, seemingly unaware you have caught him. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away - he just stares at you as your spoon scrapes along the bottom of your bowl.
Only when you get up to wash off before you go to bed does he move again.
Sometimes, Astarion reminds you of a scared animal in the way he moves, his eyes flicking back and forth, his hands trembling slightly whenever he is not in battle. He hides right out in the open, behind his swagger and his dirty jokes and innuendos, behind his beautiful face and his beautiful body.
Tonight, though, even in all his desperation, Astarion is not prey. He is a predator. And like any talented predator, he has managed to get his prey away from the protection of the group.
You are kneeling in the small stream that runs by the camp, washing your bowl, your clothes, yourself - everything is dirty and soaked in mud, sweat and blood. You are barely wearing anything, but your companions have seen you in much more precarious situations at this point.
Astarion approaches quietly, sneaking up on you in that manner where you can never tell whether it is intentional or not. He is just… there, suddenly, shedding his clothes next to you, blood still smeared on his pale skin.
He stops short of the water, watching you from the riverbank. You try not to gawk as he undresses, but something about him seems unusually anxious. The way he pushes hit foot forward so slowly, testing the water, makes you wonder if he might not know how to swim.
Astarion smiles suddenly, taking a step into the stream and towards you, then another, his smile growing the deeper he wades into the water. Dark red streaks appear in the water where the blood is washed from his pale skin.
He clears his throat and raises a sharp brow.
“And how are you feeling tonight, sweet thing?” he inquires. His eyes flick over your body, focusing on a point below your ear for a moment before he rips his gaze away again.
“‘M alright,” you answer, brow furrowed as you scrub your shirt a little harder than you actually need to. Why he has to be so infuriating with his nicknames, you’ll never know. “Today was… a lot. I wanted to have a quiet moment.”
“Ah.”
He doesn’t seem to get the hint. He merely wades further into the stream, shimmering pearls of water running down his back. When you don’t say anything else, he turns to face you once again.
“Are you not going to ask me how I am, darling?”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” you mumble, throwing your shirt to the side, Clearly, you’re not getting anywhere with it tonight.
“Tsk, so rude. Somebody should really teach you some manners.” He clicks his tongue at you like you are an insubordinate child, shaking his head until droplets hit you.
You press your lips together. If he wasn’t so beautiful, he wouldn’t get away with half the things he does, and it frustrates you to no end. You catch yourself forgiving him on occasions where you don’t mean to, simply because his face is the prettiest things you have ever seen, and you hate it.
Astarion watches you carefully, gauging your mood. You stare back at him defiantly. What the hell could he want from you, anyway?
The hunger in his eyes is back, you notice - that desperation that you can’t quite place. There is a pained expression around his mouth, and despite all his cockiness, he is clearly not doing entirely well - his skin even paler than usual, his hands shaking a little when he crosses his arms.
Astarion yawns, his gaze raking over you in a way that makes you shiver. You tell yourself it’s just the cold of the water.
“Well, I was going to ask you for your help, but you are in a terrible mood.” He inspects his fingernails, and even though you know exactly that he is baiting you, you can’t help yourself.
“You? Need my help? Never thought the day would come.” Your voice is biting, but you can’t hide the note of curiosity that sneaks in.
“Don’t make me out to be such a horrible companion.” Astarion takes a step closer to you through the water. You take a step back. He laughs, but his eyes catch on your neck again. “I’m not that bad, am I?”
You shrug.
“Sometimes you are.”
“Hm.” He raises his brows, and takes another step towards you. This time, you don’t step back. “Well, I suppose that can’t be helped, my love. We all have good and bad days, don’t we?” He cocks his head. “And today has been quite hard for me.”
You make a non-committal noise, staring him down. What in the hells is he trying to do? Seduce you?
Your body likes that thought much more than your mind does.
Astarion is watching you intently. He stretches out his hand to take yours, and in your surprise, you don’t even pull back. His thumb rests right against the delicate inside of your wrist, and he closes his eyes.
You wait for him to drone on about how he carried your group on the battlefield, to gloat that you now owe him your life seven times over, but he doesn’t. Astarion stays eerily still, breathing deeply as his thumb strokes your wrist, pressing against your pulse point.
You can’t keep quiet any longer, not with the odd way he is behaving. Maybe he got hit by a spell, or…
“Any reason today was particularly hard for you?” You meant to sound sarcastic, but the question comes out sounding sincere. You scold yourself for caring so much.
Your skin burns like fire where he is touching you. Astarion’s eyes open, and he looks at you like he was a million miles away. He is so close now - much closer than you realised. You can see the fiery ring around his irises.
“I…” To your surprise, his voice is hesitant and quiet. “It’s easier to just… show you. You see, I need something from you, my darling.”
You frown.
“Why ask me? You could ask any of us, and most of them would be more inclined to help than I am. I’ve seen the way that Gale watches you at the fire-”
“Gale?” Astarion sounds genuinely amused. “Darling, do you think I’m asking you for sexual favours right now?”
“I- yes?” Your voice is full of uncertainty. “I mean… is that not what you were going to say?”
Astarion smiles, small and sharp.
“No.” He is even closer to you now, his thumb still caressing the skin of your wrist. “Even though I would not be disinclined if you offered… you are quite beautiful, you know?”
“Mh. Thank you?” You wish your heart would not beat faster at the way he looks at you. It’s a look that doesn’t fit the words that fall from his lips, a look that betrays the desperation with which he needs this favour. “What-”
“What I am asking for is simple.” He is so close now he could kiss you if you leaned in. “All I want is… a taste.”
“I- what?”
His lips are on your neck, his hand in your hair. You are not quite sure when that happened.
“Say yes, sweet thing,” he breathes. “Just a taste of your blood and-”
“My blood?” You sound more distraught than you actually feel. You are… oddly resigned. You should have seen this coming - you knew something was up with him, you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole truth.
And now, here you are. With a fucking vampire. His lips graze your pulse point, and your heart beats faster. You can feel the heat of his breath when he utters a single word.
“Please.”
It’s that one word that changes everything. Just like that, he has you. All the arrogance, all the superiority is gone from his voice, and what is left is just hunger and the fear that you might reject him. For a moment, you are sure you must have imagined it, but then, Astarion repeats himself.
“Please.” His hand tightens around your wrist, though he is trembling more than you are. “Just a taste, no more.”
Your lips are numb when you answer, your mind screaming at you not to let him- this is dangerous, this is stupid- you have already lost so much blood in the fight today and-
“Yes.” Your hands are on his shoulders, then in his silver hair. He smells so good; even after this horrid day. Your voice is softer than you intend for it to be, but his desperation makes you weak. “If you need it, it’s yours.”
Astarion makes a sound that shatters you, and before you can think too much about your own colossal stupidity, his fangs sink into your neck.
It’s not painful.
It’s uncomfortable, but the fear that bites into your heart ebbs after mere seconds. Astarion’s hands are surprisingly warm against you, keeping you upright. Your head falls to the side, granting him easier access and - oh.
Why does it feel so good?
You become acutely aware of your blood flowing from the small puncture wounds in your neck, and for a moment, you panic, stiffening in Astarion’s arms.
“There, there, sweet thing.” His lips don’t raise an inch from your neck. “It’s alright, just trust me. Just a taste, all I want is a taste…”
Your head is swimming.
“You have tasted me,” you whisper, trying to pull away. When you look into Astarion’s eyes, there is a red glint in them - and a sadness that overwhelms you.
“No taste of you will ever be enough.” Astarion looks up at you from beneath long lashes. “You are divine, my love.”
The tip of his tongue wets his lips, licking up the small droplets of blood that linger.
You stare at him, trying with all your might to focus.
“You said… just a taste. No more than you need.”
His finger traces your jaw, down your neck, and your whole body is on fire.
“If it were up to me, I would need all of you,” Astarion sighs, his lips on your neck again, his tongue lapping at the blood that flows from the wound he has given you. “I would take and take, and give you so much in return. I would have you in ways you did not even know you wanted. Taste everything you have to offer.”
You shiver when he raises your wrist to his mouth, soft lips pressing to delicate skin.
“I would cherish you, keep you. My little pet, so perfect, so beautiful in every way. So eager to give what I need. Would you give me more if I asked?”
“Of course,” your lips say even though those were not the words you were planning to utter. But how could you ever say no to him? “If that’s what you need.”
Astarion’s sigh is one of rapture and delight.
“So obedient for me… You know, all these days I thought you hated me.” He chuckles to himself. “I suppose even I can be wrong sometimes.”
His teeth sink back into your neck, and the world goes dark.
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HELLO MY DOVES i finally found time to format this for tumblr so here you go, for those who are not in love with the bear, you can get the twink, as a treat.
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#bg3#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate#baldurs gate 3#astarion smut#bg3 smut#YA WELCOME#astarion x reader#astarion x you#sugar series#gala writes
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1810s dashboard but it's niche drama
💛 heartofanna Following
imagine cancelling someone for saying war is bad
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#didn't expect better from w*rdsworth but some people i rly thought i could count on…… #anyway we will live to see this empire fall. can't stop history lol (via @heartofanna)
speaking as someone who was press ganged at the age of 17 to serve in his majesty's royal navy i couldn't be more grateful for your poem. young men like me are cannon fodder and you spoke for so many of us. fuck napoleon but fuck parliament even more.
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stable forgiving virtuous flourishing in my lane definitely not buying poison moisturized unbothered never been better
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me when i lie
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🏛 mynoseisfine Follow
Settling this once and for all. What does the public actually think about the Parthenon marbles debate:
🦉 realminerva Follow
lol i know it’s you lord elgin
🦉 realminerva Follow
like we joke and all but fully aside from the fact that removing the sculptures from greek soil was vulturine and opportunistic etc, it’s really just the tip of a frankly gigantic mountain of imperialist bullshit. let’s not pretend we haven’t been brutally killing hundreds who resisted oppression in india, LITERALLY BOMBED A NEUTRAL EUROPEAN CAPITAL, and embarrassed ourselves in the charge against napoleon for years now. pathetic ass empire & evil as hell to boot. @mynoseisfine the greeks who carved your marbles millennia ago would kick your tory ass so hard
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how do i still keep seeing thomas chatterton's final post being reblogged, wtf is wrong with you freaks??? he was seventeen it was tragic and horrible and happened ages ago. he was a kid just let him rest
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callout post for @castleyeah @lordsidmouth @officialcoe @parliamentofficial: they oppress, murder and famish the british working people & also suck majorly
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sour cuz you’re unfit to have custody of your own kids huh
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proud to be the dad of a newborn who could already rend your pudding spine asunder with a mere glance
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finished this today 😊
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why is it always “you’re risking your life and legacy & will get yourself killed before the age of five and twenty” and never how was swimming the hellespont the hellespont looked fun was it fun
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ohhh my god you swam the hellespont five years ago?? wooow should we tell everyone?? should we throw a party?? should we invite famous hero of greek myth leander who swam the hellespont
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@loved-joanna look we never had any beef & don’t have to start this now. it’s cool that you’re sticking up for my ex, you guys were friends first, but just know that i’ve always trusted your opinion on my work & genuinely respect and admire you & would still be up for a collab whenever.
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yea sure why don’t your lips collab with my ass
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on it boss
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#literally call me. down if you are
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sorry is it me or is the assassin who stabbed german bootleg wordsworth kinda…… 🥵
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JOHN KEATS????????
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#i'm p sure this is the author of lamia thirstposting on main??? help
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romanticism this romanticism that why don’t you romanticise universal suffrage and rights for labouring people
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anyone else in jail for seditious libel
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lmao i'm one of the “anyone else”s and i know you’re enjoying family visits and apparently some kind of cushy armchair situation, plus tons of books. try being in here as a spencean dude they won’t even let me learn how to write. worst of all some evangelical came by yesterday just to proselytize & put me “on the right path” fml
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y'all i don't feel so good :/
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#if you use dark mode...........rip i guess#this was the most fun i've had writing anything in so long. also. if you see the timeline not check out no you don't#(wedderburn was only imprisoned in the 1820s i think & the lamia volume was also published in 1820)#(also up to you whether he's responding to henry or leigh hunt. it's the 1810s everyone's in jail esp if they're a hunt)#romanticism#and just to be sure.#long post
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★How the bachelors would react if they accidentally made you cry
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Alex:
-would probably not even notice you're crying at first
-his expression would change so quickly
-😀😦
-kind of knew he had it coming though, since a lot of the stuff that flies out of his mouth is....well😇
-would IMMEDIATELY start taking the blame, saying things like "nahhh i didn't actually mean that i lied haha no idea why i said that i'm so stupid" ((starts blaming it on his hormones being affected by working out or something😭😭))
-hesitates at first, but pulls you into the tightest embrace you've ever felt ngl probably hurts a little lol
-his way of apologising to you is saying "you can punch me as hard as you want, i deserve it!!!!"
-starts treating you like royalty for another month, to the point where it becomes annoying
-every time you bring it up, even as a joke, he basically drops to his knees and starts apologising all over again
Elliott:
-if you thought this man was already dramatic as it is....lord🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
-would try to be cool about it, while in his head he's already pressing a dagger to his neck, saying that he has now betrayed his heart and doesn't want to go on any longer
-the moment he sees tears flowing down your face, the only word able to come out of his mouth is a soft "no, no, no..."
-he'd probably start crying with you😭😭😭
-starts whispering the most loving and kind things about yourself into your ear
-literally compares you to the most breathtaking images you could ever envision
-alternative scenario, where he just drops to the floor and starts begging for your forgiveness, even though what he said wasn't really that bad
-after that, he checks up on you every 5 minutes, to make sure you're not upset with him
-would swear on his life and soul to never hurt you again ((mind you it was never that serious😭))
-writes you so many short poems...atp they just become a whole book
Harvey:
-man....😭
-probably hurts him more than it does you lmao
-you crying would be too much for him already...but crying because of him?? ouuu
-is ready to completely retract what he said, even if he's absolutely right, that just doesn't matter to him anymore
-he just stands there for a good amount of time, since he really doesn't know how to deal with these kinds of emotions
-this might just be the first time this man has made someone cry because...let's be fr☠️
-would do that thing where he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears with his thumbs ((after that he's kinda clueless though😭))
-this literally being his worst nightmare...in his eyes hurting you is the equivalent of failing as a partner...and he's not really allowed to fail too often🙁
-would wait 30 years until you're not upset with him ((it takes you exactly 1 minute btw)), and after that it's flowers delivered to your doorstep every day of the week
-even if it were to be a one-time occurrence, he would NEVER EVER forget it, and he would always justify spoiling you with it ((using the 4 cents he makes from the clinic👎))
Sam:
-he is not that smart when it comes to verbalising thoughts please forgive him
-says things like "aw man you're crying😔😔😔😭😭“
-if he's holding a drink or eating something, he offers it to you, even if there's a single bite/sip left of it
-refuses to smile until he's 100% sure you've forgiven him, otherwise he just looks like this: :--(
-low-key fighting for his life not to pull out his phone and google "how to comfort crying person wikihow"
-once you tell him that it's okay between you two bro gets jolly, running around in circles, giggling, twirling his hair and laying down kicking his feet up
-the thing he did that upset you could've been minor, but that still doesn't stop him from saying "man...😔🤦 i'm so glad this chapter is behind us now.." like okay???😭😭😭 ((bonus points if he describes this as a "rough patch" in your relationship))
-tries making something for you after, fails miserably, resorts to showing you cool skateboard tricks he learned off of youtube
-learns his lesson and actually thinks more before he says something ((to the best of his ability))
-promises to write a song about your love and go platinum ((shows it to sebastian and gets banned from writing lyrics for the band forever))
Sebastian:
-freezes immediately
-literally unable to get a single word out, what is he supposed to do in his situation😭
-manages to whisper "i didn't mean..." and proceeds to go quiet after that
-he's been living a sheltered life for a very long time, so he's really scared that whatever he says it will only hurt you even more
-you can definitely see his expression change...not only does it soften but he looks UPSET upset, mostly with himself
-pulls you into a hug, hoping that it'll help a little bit ((it does, bro seems like a good hugger))
-asks you if there's anything he can do to cheer you up, and let me tell you he'd really do anything
-does not let you go for the rest of the day, having his arm wrapped around you, holding your hand, even if it's just the pinky fingers touching
-you have to keep reassuring him that it's okay now, he literally hits you with the "are you sure you're not mad at me?" every 3 seconds just to make sure you guys are good🙏
-lets you touch whatever you want in his room, i'm talking elementary school pictures, old sketchbooks, it's all yours, no matter how humiliating
Shane:
-um...uh😭🙅♀️
-yeah he is PISSED he's made you cry, he might've been mean when he first saw you, but now??? that is just not allowed in his mind idc
-jumps to self-deprecation immediately, talking about how he's an asshole, how he always fucks things up (🙁)
-just takes the whole blame on himself, no problem with that
-kind of saw this happening in the nearest future, that man does not have a very good opinion of himself let's be honest😭
-you could tell him you forgive him and he'd be like "nah don't do that wtf i don't deserve it😔"
-doesn't try comforting you at first, since he just assumes that you might never want to see him again
-but after the dust settles he reassures you that he's going to do everything to make sure this doesn't happen again
-sends you musty frozen pizza in the mail in retaliation (sigh🙁)
-would love to pretend this never happened, but making you cry really took a hit on his self-esteem, however it also made him think about how to be the best partner you can have
#sdv#stardew valley#sdv imagines#sdv headcanons#sdv bachelors#sdv alex#sdv elliott#sdv harvey#sdv sam#sdv sebastian#sdv shane#i use so many emojis it’s actually sickening#sdv fanfic#sdv imagine#sdv headcanon#this is my first time writing on tumblr please forgive me if this looks like garbage🙏
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The "Amy likes spiders" poem in doki doki literature club (Natsuki's second poem) just makes me think of being closeted with internalized homophobia and I think it works really well for her
There's the poem if you haven't seen it!
(This is just me analyzing the poem and it's probably my longest post yet. I've been overanalyzing all the poems but this is the only one I've typed out atm lol)
It specifically makes me think of four things - Yuri liking different things and her disliking her for it, Natsuki being so far in the closet that she'll take any excuse to avoid the pretty girl™, Natsuki's self projection onto "Amy" and most importantly internalized homophobia, like I said earlier
It generally makes me think natsuri but I'll get to that later. So if we go from the internalized homophobia + closeted perspective (more like raised homophobic and doesn't know she's gay but ykwim), it reads as "a girl I know is a lesbian and Im meant to hate her for it. She's pretty and she makes me feel things but I can't be friends with her because she's a lesbian"
'The narrator' (Natsuki) heard a rumor that a girl, "Amy" (the lesbian), apparently likes 'spiders' (girls) and is repulsed. And that's why she isn't friends with her.
"Amy" sings the narrator's favorite love song, her voice is cute and it's making her heart pound. But she still likes 'spiders', so she can't be her friend.
She hurts her leg and "Amy" helped her get to the nurse. She tried to avoid touching her because her hands might be gross due to touching 'spiders', so she still can't be her friend.
"Amy" is very popular, but "she probably talks about spiders" (being gay). "What if her friends start to like spiders too?" (This entire verse rlly speaks for itself)
The next verse is shortest and even more repetitive than the rest of the poem (to emphasize her point) "it doesn't matter if she has other hobbies, it doesn't matter is she keeps it private, it doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt anyone" because to the narrator - she can't be "Amy's" friend, no matter how bad she wants to, because she's always going to be a 'spider lover' (lesbian) and she won't be able to ignore that.
And then the final nail to seal shut the door to the closet - "it's gross, she's gross, the world is better off without spider lovers. And I'm gonna tell everyone" because she needs everyone to know she hates 'spider lovers' to make sure no one knows she is also one. It's so gross because she was taught it was and now she can't stop thinking it's gross, no matter how nice/pretty/kind "Amy" is.
Onto the natsuri part so if you don't like that ship feel free to skip the rest of this (if you're still here lol)
Yuri and Natsuki like such different things (creepy and complex vs cute and simple) and they reach the point where they've argued so much that Natsuki doesn't want to admit she doesn't dislike Yuri. Even if she likes her poems, she'd never tell her because she feels like she can't at this point.
Natsuki couldn't see past their differences for a while, when she finally does, she's too embarrassed to apologize and too uncomfortable to befriend her without apologizing.
Nearly every verse of the poem will talk about how great the girl is. How she has a cute voice, she helped her, she has lots of friends, she makes her heart pound. But every verse she will still come back to "but she likes spiders. That's why I'm not friends with her". It feels like her gradually warming up to Yuri but still reminding herself that she can't be her friend, they're too different, Yuri likes creepy things (Yuri probably does like spiders so that's a bit more literal but it's also that spiders seem to symbolise everything she likes that Natsuki doesn't) and she couldn't be friends with someone so different.
And lastly, Natsuki's self projection (this is what the meaning is said to be in-game), meaning "Amy" is Natsuki herself. Natsuki likes manga and her friends won't believe it counts as literature. Her manga is the spider in this interpretation, she doesn't want people to judge her based on what she likes. She's had to be so defensive about what she likes, she may even judge herself for liking it at this point. She doesn't want people to judge people by their interests.
I keep seeing people say that Amy is a real person but that's one of the only interpretations that makes no sense to me. Because Natsuki may be a bit judgemental but even she wouldn't make an entire poem about disliking her classmate's love of spiders. She said herself that anyone that agrees with the narrator in the poem is a bad person. It's far more likely that "Amy" is a made up idea, she's barely even shown as a person. She's seemingly meant to be symbolic of Natsuki's flaws and insecurities, whatever you perceive those insecurities to be.
Portraying Amy as an actual person kinda cheapens the poem, at least in my opinion, because she was talking about how people should be given a chance no matter what (or who) they like and if Amy was a person it wouldn't make sense
#its just my opinion btw im not saying all this is 100% factual#this is how i personally interpret the poem and her character :)#doki doki literature club#ddlc#ddlc natsuki#doki doki natsuki#game analysis#poem analysis#character analysis#natsuri#yuri ddlc#natsuki x yuri
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the birds take flight
your body is a flower
i am the bee that never rests,
in search for you
hear my calls, mockingjays
shall you repeat
shall i cry
shall we die
a spear to your chest, an arrow to his throat
you’ll rest soon
three fingers to my lips
in honour of you, my ally
#free verse#the hunger games#rue from hunger games#katniss and rue#katniss everdeen#district 11#district 12#authors of tumblr#does this count as a poem lol
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in a horrendous act of debauchery
the king rose to the throne in which the thorns lay
he sat in silence
the jester sneered for the foul act that had unforeseeably unfolded in the pale blue of his eyes
the queen laughed pitifully at the attempt of reconciliation by the kings foul mouth
"The love i feel must burn hotter than five thousand suns, but as we see it now, as the moment pass, i shall lay my head in solemn, for the fact, the act i have done has not been forgotten"
- N
#original poem#poetry#poem#shitty poetry#art#does poetry count as art#lol#drama#love affairs#symbolism#virgina woolf#sylvia plath#emily dickinson#oscar wilde
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