#he wrote us a poem

[andtherestishistory13]

Jakes caption has me in tears I love him so much. He’s the sweetest, like he wrote that for us? I’m crying y’all

[dootznbootz]

Odypen definitely and equivalently adore each other BUT I weirdly can't see them as the type to actually say "I Love you".

They still definitely vocalize their love for each other but it's more so in "My Joy", and "Extraordinary Woman", "Strange Woman/Man", etc. And very cheesy lines (both say some cheesy shit in the Odyssey, and he definitely does in the Iliad as well. "Joy like a drowning sailor seeing land" bit???)

I could see "I adore you" but even then, that's probably during very specific moments but the actual "I love you"??? I just typed it just now for fic shit and... It weirdly just didn't feel right and I don't know why. 😅

Idk maybe it's kind of because I see them as over the top in ways, they love wordplay and riddles and I think they'd almost think "...That's not good enough >:( " about it??? I don't know???😂

[calamitoustide]

anyway once again thinking about bookbinder! regulus and poet! james

[obstinatecondolement]

I have a lot of fondness for clunky Hallmark Christmas romance movies with rock bottom production values, vaguely established and extremely contrived plots, dodgy dialgoue, often questionable line readings, and child actors playing a kid who seems either three years younger or older than themselves. Hallmark have not undermined themselves with glib, self aware irony or attempted to "elevate" the delightful low artform that they excel in. Refreshing, honestly.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Substance, Shadow, and Spirit [remixed, abridged] by Tao Yuanming

[waitingforlostsouls]

Typewriter Ribbon

--------------------------------- I saw you left your typewriter, but before I gave it back, I took the ribbon out I can see all you wrote now Backwards in time like you loving me Your secrets are plain for all to see I call it your fault for leaving I took that inky black ribbon, and I threw it in the trash It's gonna take you forever to find a new one now, hope you have a stash You're going to have to wind it up, just like you did with us Get it ready for you to ruin, get it right in a couple drafts Everyone will always love you,especially me That's why I took the L out the keyboard, to stop you from giving your heart to the next girl you see Good luck finding a place to repair it You have one thing in common with your habits, and it's that they're very esoteric And now your stone age typewriter is coughing up dust Because you always insisted on sticking with old practices,just like you did with us So set on never changing, I stole the ribbon out your typewriter because I'm out for blood Real poets write with what they have, not what they want You'll never get the same magic as prose written on the back of a napkin Don't you know this whole thing only took a couple minutes? Take your typewriter back, it's a piece of junk now Always clacking away on that thing,I hope the same old love you went looking for is the exact type you found

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[apoemadaykeepsthehoesaway]

Song of Songs

- Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

Sing me at dawn but only with your laugh:

Like sprightly Spring that laugheth into leaf;

Like Love, that cannot flute for smiling at Life.

~

Sing to me only with your speech all day,

As voluble leaflets do. Let viols die.

The least word of your lips is melody.

~

Sing me at dusk, but only with your sigh;

Like lifting seas it solaceth: breathe so,

All voicelessly, the sense that no songs say.

~

Sing me at midnight with your murmurous heart;

And let its moaning like a chord be heard

Surging through you and sobbing unsubdued.

[inthedarkofficial]

Just found out my childhood best friend is engaged... logically this makes perfect sense considering she's only a few months younger than me, completely normal thing to happen, but considering she is and will always be either 8 or 15 in my head, this is fucking bizarre.

[orihimekurosaki]

My mistake, just saw your earlier post saying that it apparently does not confirm that the poem is about Zangetsu. If thats true, then yeah this fan is spreading false info -- gross.

Regardless if it is true or not, I do think its still about Zangetsu only because.... Ichi was depressed about his powers being gone and then was seemingly back to normal as soon as they returned. Seemed like the central focus to the Arc, so it naturally made sense to me. Though it doesnt matter because as you said, IH is cannon lol

Hi! I saw the video, it's using three poems from three solo Ichigo covers (19, 25, 49) so to me it looks they just picked Ichigo material to promote his blade replica-I honestly don't think this was meant to be a confirmation of the poem being about Zangetsu, especially since the poem from volume 19 is obviously about how Rukia changed his world (we even have chapter 164 titled "the one who changed the world" and Kubo using Orihime to tell us why Ichigo is going to such lengths to save Rukia) and again I get why some people lean towards Zangetsu because an argument can be made for his character, but I really do think the poem from volume 49 is supposed to be for his bond with Rukia. As for the manga content you mentioned, Ichigo wasn't only depressed about his powers being gone, he missed nakama that resided there-he tries to act unbothered when Keigo mentions Rukia/her absence, we see him dream of Byakuya, Renji, and Rukia, and we see how he how smiles when he sees the Shinigami return later in the arc--I never agreed with people centering his depression wholly on Rukia (who does get singled out not because of romance, but because she's his closest nakama from SS) or his powers because it's both, he missed his friends and he missed powers which Kubo conveyed well enough but the fanbase was too entrenched in ship wars back then to appreciate it. In the past, you had people trying to make everything about Ichigo/Rukia in the shipping sense and now you have people trying to squash any sort of content written for their bond.

[skhardwarevers1]

Doodle of crayon being sad on the floor

Except the reference is literally me dead on the floor of my basement (I tripped while playing with my cats)

I don’t know it’s really late and I was giggling my ass off at the thought of this

[poetas-thougturados]

pull me like a moth attracting to a flame

breaking fingers knocking at your heart’s door 

like a owl singing at your window

in the night i just wake up with the thought of us make out 

‘cause i only get you closer in the middle of the night

when we more vulnerable and there's not pride between you and i

my love, why are u so hard to reach?

even ‘mirotic’ isn't that pitch

my color is white, and you always wear black

we’d paint it gray and we both know what it means

you let me drifting questioning my mind,

never stay, but claiming for the crown

only god knows why you so stubborn

and why i keep pulling the red thread if we don't share

‘cause i only get you closer in the middle of the night

when we more vulnerable and there's not pride between you and i

i knew when i started to like you

i'll be the moon and you'll be the sun

but i knew i wanted to burst 

when i get close to you

oh my love, why are u so hard to reach?

even ‘mirotic’ isn't that pitch

let me drifting 

like a ship without captain 

so i keep on sailing, sailing

and this is my last letter, 

play nct u, after i end up 

“i’ll save you in the partiture”

‘cause yeah, I'm a moth

and yes you're the flame,

and now i'm so done

i'll burst into it

– @poetas-thougturados

[cannibalismyuri]

all's fair (war and peace)

kisses on cheeks and necks and collarbones and fingers / hands on necks pushing me to my best and on my arm pulling me away from the battle and on my face shielding me from my true self / your mouth bruised and bit and divided and conquered while your hands granted me temporary hope and a fucked up nostalgic dissonance from the real world / practice what you preach, i used to tell you / the difference between your preaching and practice never really existed as a discernable distance, but rather a manifestation of fatal hubris staining the cracks of your mantras / love is war and fair, and peace is unrequited and unattainable / the caverns of your love were too enormous for me too even begin to explore the subtleties of it / the vines of my preconceived notions must have wrapped around your throat as you choked out your repeated stories about gratefulness and being sated with the minimum i was given so that i'd never dare hope for more / when you vanished into the humid mist of the mystery that was so inherently you that i never learned to question it, the gasoline left by your presence burned. and it burned bright in the dark and harsh on my skin / your love wasn't fair or unrequited or unattainable. your love wasn't war or peace. your love was elemental / earth, air, fire, wind, water / your love was all-encompassing and destructive, and i drowned in it.

[dullahandyke]

fuck this lad im appealing my english paper, theyre marking me down on shit thats not even wrong..... h1 for eimear h1 for eimear!!!!

[whitehartlane]

me and nico @usersinner getting emotional abt homoerotic rivalries in sports on a sunday night, absolutely normal behaviour

[handgiven]

in the end I believe scientists are hopeless romantics desperate in love with the idea that the world makes sense. be loved, fox mulder.

graphics for @spookyagentfmulder (from this askbox prompt)

[mildmayfoxe]

tonight on dnd i came in fucking CLUTCH when the dead lady told us (speak with dead) that she spilled acid on her gloves & used her boss’s gloves instead & i immediately wanted to take the gloves off and look at her hands. what was on the gloves when we took them off her??? CURSE!!! THATS RIGHT BABY NECROMANCY CURSE MEANT FOR SOMEONE ELSE [airhorn noise airhorn noise airhorn noise]