#gooner poetry

[moronkyne]

and just remember

nothing lasts forever, wrong or right

treasure the good moments

push through the bad ones

[allthingsmust-pass]

MODERN DAY ponyboy hcs since u guys voted for them 😇😇 (under cut!)

- HATESSS booktok with a passion. he would 100% hate those middle aged booktok gooners that constantly sexualize stalking, abuse, etc

- his fav vape flavors are chocolate and coca cola

- secretly listens to panic! at the disco but specifically pre-split shhh dont tell anyone

- he DEFINITELY owns a kindle, or at least wants one

- this isnt just modern day but just a random hc i have of him but he probably has some form of dissociation (shhh im self reflecting dont judge me)

- has tiktok but is VERY private on it. he doesnt even have his name on it it just says “user7383383892920” or something along those lines

- also has tumblr and is semi-popular on it (like 5k followers). he mainly posts poetry and writing stuff

- also not a modern day hc just a random hc i have of him but he prefers cats over dogs

ok thats all!!!

[schpeenor]

so i’m working on this REAAAALLY stupid modern AU smutty comedy spinnerdabi fic in which spinner becomes dabi’s sugar daddy.. it’s just plain stupidity — so expect plain stupidity. anyways I’ve got a snippet below the cut if you wanna take a gander!1!1! spinner and dabi don’t have their meet-cute yet though..

It’s not like Spinner’s overwhelmingly rich or anything, the way he puts it — he just has a generous salary and too much money to spare. It was a remote gig, a sit at a computer all day kind of thing, so the lizard’s never had time to actually touch grass before, he didn’t make too many friends either, no one aside from his online ones at least.

Of course he’s in his wallet and there’s a surplus, probably enough for a better lease, or a vehicle with some better mileage.. but he’s not interested in the hassle, he’s doing fine as he is now, anything more would be unnecessary. But here’s the thing, he’s romantically inexperienced, he blunders before the idea of romance even blossoms, he’s been in a few relationships… again, online ones. But they didn’t last very long. The first one ended ‘cause he came on too strong — embarrassingly long paragraphs of poetry and soapy declarations of love — and the girl he was seeing ghosted him after a week. Second one ended because Shuichi was badgered for nudes every second, minute and hour of the day; the guy was some sort of corporate slave, 3-4 years older than him, so this 9-5 guy would work overtime while on the phone with him talking about how much he wanted to see Spinner’s twin dicks. And this was DAILY, the guy was a mad gooner. When they broke it off, his ex threatened to release his nudes, but Spinner didn’t have much to lose to begin with, so he said “do it” (he didn’t).

It’s safe to say the real thing hasn’t worked out for him, that’s the reason the idea of faking crosses his mind. Buying love and affection — it doesn’t sound too bad, he had the money, lots of it to spare. It’s not like he’s looking for emotional investment, but some physical affirmations here and there go a long way.

But where could he even find services like that? And how can he ask for some without sounding like a creep? Spinner’s at his computer like always with a can of beer somewhere on the right of his desk that he’s nursing every minute or so. It’s his first can, probably his only can. He’s doing his research through forums and by the end of it, finds himself on a site for the exact kind of services he’s looking for: a willing sugar baby.

It’s Spinner, the guy who hasn’t gone outside in the past three weeks, Spinner, the guy who stocks up on dumb ramen and sodas and beers accordingly, Spinner, who sits in his cluttered office crisscrossed on his gaming chair all throughout midnight in only his boxers that tries to make a viable, maybe cute account on this god forsaken site. He runs into a problem though — he has little to no pictures of himself, none that are presentable. The only kinds of pictures to took of himself were… pornographic, really compromising angles.. they were things for his ex, and maybe they should’ve been deleted by now? He just never made the time.

[theangryman]

I don’t exactly get you. Your ex (husband or girlfriend I can’t even tell) divorced you badly and left you traumatized. You’re a trans man who doesn’t see himself as at all female? Yet the oppression you experience is… okay. I don’t get it. If you could explain that would help. What’s the point of being a radical feminist if you’re inherently the opposite of what we all see you as? You’re a woman lost. You had a crappy mom and ex. You had an inherently female experience. I don’t get it. Trans women also don’t experience female anything except maybe lust from freaky males.

I am oppressed on the basis of sex. I am a radical feminist because I recognize that sex based oppression is foundational to culture, an ideology so ingrained in our culture that it is invisible to most. Being born with a female body is being born into a world which commodifies your body, expects you to stay silent and “demure.”

As a transgender man, I recognize that I ha he experienced sexism. I still experience sexism in spaces where my sex assigned at birth is known - doctors offices, the legal system… At the end of the day it is *sexism*, discrimination based on *sex.* The difference in how I am treated as a passing man versus how I was treated as a teenage girl has done nothing but radicalize me.

I recognize my own transition as medical - my body needs testosterone, feels wrong without it. I cannot give you an invitation into my mind, other than with these words, that will help you understand. Before I knew what it meant to be trans, I knew there was something wrong with my body. When I started taking testosterone, my body felt right. As my body has changed and gotten older with testosterone, it has felt even more right. The way my skin feels: the way my feet grew: the way my beard rubs against my shirt; these are all poetry to me.

I think a lot of radfems on here primarily interact with cis men trolling or posting fetish material. I’ve known a lot of trans women in real life; most of them are not the gooners you see here and on Reddit. Quite a few are older, and will never come out or transition because of how dangerous and unsafe it is. My queer community has fucking vanished because you get out of this place as soon as you can - transitioning means moving and starting over. And yeah, trans women do experience the same types of harassment that cis women do.

“Radical feminism” isn’t inherently trans exclusionary. Breaking down the system of sex discrimination doesn’t mean dysphoria and intersex brains won’t exist. Trans people weaken the boundaries of sex by hopping across that barrier - and I think a healthy radical feminist movement (which wasn’t mostly conservative men larping because it’s a safe space for them to hate trans people) would recognize that.

[vasoconstriction]

forcemascing a pre-everything tumblr tboy by forcing him to stop writing shitty poetry about t4t straight sex & making him switch to making gooner captions

[simpjaes]

I don't think I'll ever be normal abt your writing. it's because of writers like you exist that I also continue to write ☹️🤍 albeit I write poetry but like?!?!

at one point, I think I came for the smut 💀 but beyond that, I do see writing as a form of art and I always feel so giddy when I read any work from you because they're so good, I could melt

my love, i'mma probably be writing til i die, even if I eventually move on from kpop. I genuinely can't imagine me not creating different universes in my head and writing them out in detail ;o; [lemme see ur poetry some day btw...i say, like i didn't have to swap my minor from creative writing and had to drop my poetry class]

The good news: the primary reason people are on this blog is for smut, but i do hope they leave with a lil more than just a gooner session ;O; writing is absolutely a form of art, and it's a skill that can be built up over time. I feel proud of how far i've come with my writing compared to my very first kpop fic, and i'm so so thankful for people like you, who love my writing enough to reach out and tell me.

🖤🥺🖤🥺🖤🥺🖤🥺🖤

[oleanderfeever]

INTRO POST !!!

hello! you can call me felix or moe ^_^ i’m an 18 year old autistic guy who’s the host of a DID system! i have a few others but idc u can ask lol

you might know me from my spam acc @necromaniic but i thought to make this my actual main account since i actually want to post for the fandoms im in !

i cosplay, draw (occasionally), write (poetry mainly but if you look hard enough you might find my old fanfics on ao3.), and overall am just a freak >_> ALSO a nasty selfshipper . my f/o is sano + akira :3

my fandoms..

boyfriend to death

the price of flesh

bandori

proseka

vocaloid

azur lane (gooner lol)

ranfren

lurking for love

lovers trophy

Forcefully Yours

Till Death Do us Part

bloodborne

actually a lot ill prob end up tagging them

fun fact i LOVE my boyfriend :3 he’s on here somewhere..

tag guide ..

moe ramblings 🧬 - general tag

moe shitposting 🚬 - shitpost tag

moe cos 💉 - cosplay tag :3

my wife 🧠 - anything sano related or whatever babygirl is on the brain

hal posting 🐛 - reposts of my bfs art :3

please enjoy my account :3 i’m silly and fun oohhh u wanna be my moot so bad ��🌀🌀🌀

[cerideesecret]

Not really sure if there is a community for like venting or just like a diary kinda but thats what this blog is abt :)

I dont know how to make those cool pinned interests post so heres mine

Zero Day, TCC(not the gooner aspect, more interested in the cases) Boston Bombing, psychology, forensics, poetry

I plan to use this blog to just talk about stuff in my life or maybe something i find interesting about cases :)

If you know any good info posts or anything, lemme know !!

[liverteeth]

Gooner.... you say you desire my blood and tears to be on your hands. My bloodied flesh under your nails. You say you wish to find purpose alongside myself. This perhaps might be a stretch, but it seems the next words you speak will be akin to rizz. I am drowning, there is no sign of land. You are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand. And I hope you die, I hope we both die.

It's like a dance. The two of us. Three, four, five of us. We step in and out of each other's spaces - but your face is shrouded in shadow. Your obsession, your hunger, just as obvious as mine.

My ribs pull taut against my skin, mortal form starved for clarity, knowledge, desperate for your deliberate obfuscation to be brought to light. What you desire is beyond me as you convulse in the darkness, black as pitch, your fingers sprawled and bloodied, nails bitten to the quick, breath sparse and uneven as you lunge back and forth just outside of my reach.

You will step out into the light and both of us will immolate, blinding the onlookers. We've drawn a crowd now haven't we? Our movements calculated and rhythmic, voices layering in cacophonous harmony as our crimson stained teeth gnash and tear - just out of reach.

Know that when you draw near, when you're illuminated, I will feed on you until my stomach is pulled tight as a drum, 'til I taste only iron and the bittersweet finality, the saccharine taste of flesh and dissatisfaction on my split lips.

You're losing your identity, falling to the beautiful and meaningless folly of poetry, of overeager desire. Be careful. I'm beginning to see the edges of your silhouette. I'm quick to have memorized it. Do not let our dance end prematurely.

Carelessness will find no clemency in this place.

[edgy-ella]

Yeah this kind of advice is the worst. “Write for yourself!” “Failure is okay!” Okay, fine, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, especially when people I once thought were my friends as writers start giving me the cold shoulder (no one in this thread so far, rest assured).

Sadly in my experience, a lot of writers don’t give the best advice a lot of the time. Speaking as a creative fiction major, poetry folks are usually the worst in this regard. Seriously, last quarter we had a whole unit on failure as an objective in writing and personal expression and the whole thing really pissed me off. “Failure is okay!” “Failure is a learning experience!” “Why compare yourself to others when you can be yourself, the failure that you are?” THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. I felt like I was going crazy because my professor and most of my classmates praised the whole thing for being such great advice and reframing the way they thought about themselves.

Sure, sometimes you can learn from failure. Sometimes you can’t. But either way, it doesn’t change the fact that failure sucks. When you put everything you’ve got into something, just to fuck it up. I think it’s natural to feel bad when you think you’ve failed. Being stuck in that headspace is death, it’s torture, it’s insanity.

I feel like this kind of mindset, this borderline toxic positivity, is everywhere these days. It’s a focus on progress over emotion. Who cares if you feel bad when you could turn that frown upside down and make it a good thing?

Another phrase that gets thrown around a lot that I think fits into this mindset is “I’m cringe, but I’m free!” On one hand, I get it. It’s like, after years of cringe compilations and people making fun of earnest young artists, people wanna “reclaim” the cringe. They want to own it. Yeah I’m cringe, but so what?

But, y’know…why do we have to frame ourselves as cringe to begin with?

Don’t get me wrong, I own my “cringe.” I’ve been reblogging edgy sonic the hedgehog fanart for like two months now. I write JoJo fanfic where the main character is a fankid OC of my favorite character. I did a god damn HuniePop panel at a con last May (proof) where I introduced myself as Edgy Ella, Professional Gooner. People in college call me anything from Sonic Girl to JoJo Girl to Fnaf Girl. I’m self aware enough to recognize myself as “cringe”

But, y’know, after years of therapy and self-improvement…I don’t see myself as cringe. I may poke fun of myself from time to time and encourage others to do the same, but at the end of the day, my preferences and interests that have been designated as cringe…I like them. I openly like them. I don’t think I’m cringe for liking them. I like sharing my “cringe” with others.

So why do we have to label ourselves and our interests as cringe, an unequivocally negative term, to begin with? Whenever someone posts like “be cringe, be free ✨✨✨” it has the opposite effect on me. I don’t like being reminded that others see my hobbies and interests as cringe. I don’t like being reminded that people used to bully me for this kind of stuff, or that others with my hobbies would bully me too because girls are cringe. I don’t like being reminded that my sister still shuts me down whenever I try to share my interests with her and that she thinks the stuff I like is stupid and childish.

So I think that whole “be cringe, be free” mindset is kind of reductive. Don’t put labels on yourself. Focus on what you like rather than what people say about what you like, because the people on the outside are the ones that cringed to begin with.

What the fuck was this about to begin with? Oh, right. “Write for yourself.”

Honestly, if I could give any piece of advice for writers struggling with impostor syndrome or otherwise feeling inadequate, it’s not to write, but to take a step back and retrace your steps. Try to identify why you feel the way that you do, because chances are you didn’t start out feeling this way. Process that negativity, no matter what form it form it may take, and try to either resolve it or cut it from your life. Instead of writing for yourself, focus on yourself, then get back to writing.

(For those that care, this is partially why I haven’t made much progress in Iron Touch lately or been super active in Fanworks. People who I once considered friends or at least acquaintances have shadow blocked me and I often feel deliberately ignored in conversation. Interacting with the server’s larger channels simultaneously feel invisible and like people are shit talking me behind my back. So, I’m taking a break from the community.)

Just remember: you are not wrong for feeling the way you do. Wanting a bigger audience or feeling inadequate does not make you a bad person. It’s okay to be frustrated and jealous of other people when they have what you’re trying to work for, especially when they say stuff like “write for yourself” with a sort of holier than thou disposition. Just do your best to process those emotions and don’t let them consume you. No one wants that.

Another thing I think helps is to mark important landmarks with your writing’s outreach. This is easy to do if you have AO3. When did you first reach five kudos? Ten? Twenty? If you get a positive comment, screenshot it and go back to it whenever you feel down or insecure. It can be a great pick me up. “You deserve to be proud of [your writing]” still lives in my head rent free.

everyone constantly pushes the age-old adage "write for yourself" but what they forget is the other half: share for others. "writing for yourself" doesn't automatically make a creator overcome impostor syndrome. yeah like no shit I'm doing this for myself, I obviously enjoy it.

the problem doesn't lie in "not creating for yourself". I think as a whole people need to stop pushing the "write for yourself" thing because that's not helpful at all. in my opinion, that advice comes off as hollow and disingenuous. whether that is somebody's intentions or not, it's frustrating.

if i were TRULY writing ONLY for myself, i wouldn't share my work online, because it's for me and me alone. sharing your work online is a whole other ballgame. what you really mean is to manage your expectations. and i'll be real! even then, it can be disheartening as hell to receive NOTHING on a work you poured your heart into time and time again.

because that little naggy voice in the back of your mind refuses to shut the fuck up. "is my work not generating discussion because it's too predictable? too stiff? uninteresting?" "or maybe it sucks and they're afraid to tell me". And then the question that rings the loudest after all of these run through your head is: "what am i doing wrong?"

it's exhausting. and no amount of "write for yourself" is going to insta-cure any of that.

people shouldn't feel guilty about being upset that all they get is crickets from an audience that may or may not be there. that's natural! and it can be especially difficult to rewire your mind so that you can finish the story you want to tell. there's only so much "pushing that little voice to a deep dark abyss" can do. because at the end of the day, it's still there. some people manage to push through it and finish, some don't; which is very sad and I feel for them. that fucking sucks.

even somebody like me that manages their expectations has a hard time dealing with impostor syndrome. and once again, no amount of "write/create for yourself" will rid me of it. it is what it is.