#i accidentally made a poetry

[geometricfractal]

How are you? - I noticed you walking past, I acknowledge your presence, I forget this interaction as soon as it ends

How are you? - I am talking on reflex, I am lost in my thoughts, I am responding with a sort of verbal muscle memory that does not require me to be paying any true attention

How are you? - I see you, I am worried about you, I am watching as the world buffets you like a leaf in the ocean and I see how you drown

How are you? - I see you, I value you, I want my time to be spent on you, on your problems, on your joys

How are you? - I notice you, I acknowledge you, I remember you and talk to you. I see you, I worry about you, I watch and value you.

Thank you - I have no muscle memory for this, I do not need it. I am safe with you, at peace with you. I am seen.

Thank you

“How are you?” is a fascinating phrase.

Because the question is often the most mechanical and meaningless of rote greetings, uttered and acknowledged without a second thought. And yet at other times, depending on speaker and context, the exact same words can be one of the most thoughtful, meaningful, desperately needed things that anyone can say to you.

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

Mikey’s Bread

What was it meant to be?

Was there a recipe?

A reason for this,

A reason for anything?

People write poetry

Spit prophecy

Scream unendingly

Question everything

Is that what you want to see?

Is this who you want to be?

Is that what you wanted to see?

Is this who you wanted to be?

[notenoughdragons]

i just got to the big backstory dump (aka the ~dread wolf's~ regrets/memories) in veilguard and. uh.

obvious caveat, i'm not done yet with the game, but anyways

h o w is this so neat (solas Was a spirit! origin of first elves! reason for the war with the titans! concrete blight origin!) and yet ALSO THE MESSIEST FUCKING SHIT

i canNOT imagine they had this whole blighted-gods-will-break-the-prison thing planned during trespasser/da:i like. the disconnect??? yes, solas obvs knows SOMETHING about the blight in da:i, but EVERYTHING he says is about the veil, about the mistake he made and what it cost the elves/spirits

LIKE CAN WE BE CLEAR HERE!!! "the blighted evanuris are going to break out of their prison so i need to put them in a different one" is an UTTERLY different argument to "i (ACCIDENTALLY, APPARENTLY) made the veil Too Big and it fucked up everything so i need to fix it"

like even ignoring all the ways this doesn't gel with trespasser/tevinter nights/etc, and how apparently nothing the inq did wrt solas mattered EVEN A LITTLE BIT it's fine i'm fine i just have to play cognitive dissonance any time either of them opens their fucking mouth

this is fucking messy as hell in veilguard alone??

how does this not come up in ANY of the arguments prior to this. like solas Tells Rook that he wanted to transfer the evanuris bc more secure prison and 'YOU COULD'VE SAID THAT' is? not? one of the dialogue options??

but also varric keeps harping how solas wants someone to sell him a better option, solas himself sounds bitter as fuck that no one actually managed that during the ritual convo

it's like 2 separate arguments trying to happen in tandem and NEITHER OF THEM actually works

like i legit don't know anymore what they're trying to do here? 1st they completely sidestep the core (emotional) conflict set up by da:i and trespasser (can you convince solas otherwise, and if not, How on earth do you stop him? => lol nevermind you can't, and stopping him is super easy actually), then they… bring it back in? kind of?? (varric, lace, inq, and now morrigan all making points re: maybe you can talk him around somehow/influence his fate) With A Character Who Has 0 Emotional Connection To Him, it's fiiiine but then also the whole blighted-evanuris-will-break-free angle is. There. and it's just, what are we actually arguing about now???

also i'm just gonna say it. absolutely not a fan of the implication that the veil in its current form was Fully an accident. like can we stop absolving this man of responsibility (the veil was an accident! mythal made him do all of it!) and at the same time heaping more blame on him in the weirdest fucking ways (still the veil! the blight! dwarves not dreaming!)

i Liked that the veil was smth he created knowingly, bc it was the least horrible, but still Horrible option, and he still underestimated how bad it would be. that's good drama! good tragedy! you thought you could live with the consequences but you can't! and bc you Knowingly and Deliberately made that choice, now you are convinced to the nonexistent marrow of your bones that you specifically HAVE to undo it!

instead it's like. welp the evanuris are gonna break out soon so i gotta put them in a different, Better prison (which is somehow real easy this time around????), and i Might As Well pull down the veil too and get that mistake sorted out

fucking christ.

AND WE'RE STILL NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT SOLAS CAN CLEANSE THE GODDAMN BLIGHT

also they nerfed mythal. both in the backstory character-wise, and narratively in the present, bc welp! she's just here to drop some vague lore and info! and then they fucking pulled a mystra on the fragment of her that you Do actually get to meet. where is my horrific dragon all-mother goddess

(not even joking, they should've just gotten flemeth's va for her, this one has like. 0 presence in comparison.)

like. stay with me here. yes i know the point is that the evanuris weren't Actually gods. but also they're 1. literally a diff type of being than modern people. 2. for someone to be seen AS A GOD, even falsely, in a world that is as infused with magic and buckwild shit that we know ancient arlathan to be? i'm expecting more than the most milquetoast glowing elf lady you've ever seen

dumping the sentinel designs from da:i was a Mistake, and okay Now i can climb off my soapbox, tyvm everyone

[cherry-pop-elf]

Spark

Decisions

Picked

Regret

When you love @chemzee oc so much you accidentally gave them backstory and angst with a romance plot that got out of hand 😭

[linagram]

a fresh batch of linagram (+ some linagram 2) memes before everything goes downhill again. but at least now it's the last time (also most of these are just some combination of 030506 but they're so funny pls forgive me)

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

'"let's put your goggles on," or, "how being a system destroyed my voice box"'

how come G-d gave His strongest voices

to His weakest throat?

we got too hot and heavy with our pants,

and now we're bursting all out at the seams.

this town wasn't big enough for the two of us,

so i'm gonna have to do some renovation.

you say, 'let's put your goggles on,'

like 'suddenly i see;'

i couldn't handle the weight of my world

on my shoulders,

so i'm gonna have to find another way to carry you.

hush, hush —

we're going to have to talk normally

since the box can't handle

both of us standing on it,

since i cannot stand to lose standing you.

- ellie revenge

[sapphoismymuse]

they are the background music of my life, the bass line that worms its way into my head, carving a home into what i make, until everything i make has a piece of them in it

[spacerangersam]

I might move it somewhere else, but!!!

[gummybugg]

Do Spiders Have a Consciousness?: 5 Things We Believe in to Comfort Ourselves

There’s little baby spiders lining my window sill,

Dead baby spiders, all accidental kills.

Their corpses bid good morning and send me off to bed,

But not a single one wishes I were dead.

It’s easy to hate spiders, especially if they’re hairy,

But compared to them, your words I find more scary.

[wabblebees]

never never never in my life gonna be able to beat the weirdo theatre nerd allegations. its midnight and for the last few hours ive been (voluntarily of my own free will At No-One's Behest) doing some character research for the show we're working on (which at a certain level is Absolutely Necessary!! but at *this* level is Absolutely Not. lmfao)(and so... ik for a fact if i mention this in rehearsal tomorrow im gonna get a whole lotta blank stares ((or TERRIFIED looks from the freshmen wondering if they should be doing this much work lmao))

but anyway so about 10 minutes ago i found a fucking essay (just 9 pages out of this philological collection from the 60s) that just the idea behind the Very Simple title made me so excited i had to stand up at my desk to start reading it and fully forgot to sit back down until i realized i wanted to start TAKING NOTES..... WHICH I GENERALLY HATE DOING WHILE READING........ BUT IM TOO EXCITED AND DONT WANNA FORGET ANY OF IT.................. SO IM TAKING FUCKING NOTES

but anyway beyond tHAT the thing that actually made me pause to start typing this post though is the fact that just now, four pages in, this essay finally put something into place that ive been puzzling over in my head since i very first read the play which... made me happystim so hard i almost knocked myself out of my fucking chair. hdkdgsjfkfhdgskdgwrdjfk.

so yeah. never beating the nerd allegations. lmao

[nemesistheavenger]

An Ode to Cheese - Notions AI

Oh cheese, thy taste is like a symphony,

A melody that lingers on the tongue,

A flavor that is pure and heavenly,

A joy that cannot ever be outdone.

Thou art a gift, a treasure to behold,

A food that brings together all in peace,

A substance that is worth much more than gold,

A delicacy that never will decrease.

From cheddar sharp to brie so soft and mild,

From gouda rich to blue so full of funk,

Oh cheese, thou art the reason I have smiled,

Thou art the reason that my heart has sunk.

For in thy taste, I find a love divine,

A passion that forever will be mine.

@justafroginabog and I played around with the new AI from Notion

[contortedmind]

It's nothing really

Just my overactive mind

Clawing for relief

[grilde1chesse]

literally what

[hasellia]

His choice of ice for a pebble implies that he is aware that, when frozen, water takes on a crystaline lattice structure. This characteristic makes water, in the form of ice, a valid mineral and therefore a rock. Most penguins would scoff at such a display. "Hey molt brain your 'rock" is melting"! But the small theropod is aware of himself. This is not his first melting rock, nor would it be his last. For it is not the melt water he is after, but another like himself. Who, too, is aware of the properties and beauty of the rapidly eroding mineral.

Gentoo Penguin

[garf-core]

a favorite among my classmates

It looks like the moon will stay full until I get to meet you again. A spider watching over its web of stars- we are the dismembered bugs searching for our pieces in her stomach. I think I’ve known the answer for a really long time now, and I think it’ll dissolve my heart, because against all odds I’m an optimist. Your words are honey coating my claws. A natural conclusion.

I’ll stare at the sky long enough for it to turn my favorite shade of grey. I swear I’ve lived on a cloud before. Patting the stubble of my scalp and knowing no one else has touched it. On the surface I’m a quick learner but it took me 20 years to figure out how to untie a bow. At this rate, I’m certain I’ll never get my hands to lightly twist into yours.

(I said I’d never see the sun again unless it first touches your back)

He kept his hand around me as we sat on a ledge, even when there was no longer a threat of falling. I felt the tightness of his grasp. The warmth of his arm pressed against the side of my body; so shockingly affectionate that I jolted awake. In that instant I again felt that I denied myself of what I truly want.

(All I want is for you to hear me, vibrations from your mitral valve.)

Driving further away from you and ending up just as close. Cutting states lines in half with my toes, I carried something from coast to coast. Maybe it’s the allergies, or all the bad moods. I hope they wash away in the mountains, sweated out in salt water. Then when I come back I’m blank, ready for anything you may or may not feel.

After you touched me I didn’t touch myself for a week. I didn’t need to, all I’d do was lay in bed and remember how dense you felt around my waist. Your fingers dug in flesh and roped me into you. That memory evokes a unique feeling, the only happy one I can’t control. As soon as you left I bent over in pain. My guts tried to burst out and follow places I couldn’t go. As I drove four hours to see you yesterday my legs wouldn’t stop trembling, accelerating unsteadily while my ankle jiggled. And then I saw you and I was grounded spine to toe. It’s never mattered what you think of me, if you throw a thousand stares or if it’s a coincidence every time, because none of this equals the thing I beg for. Around 1:00am, northern Indiana, I catch my second falling star. Pushing out a wish before a thought, I asked for you to be mine.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity| Jisung

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You had always admired Han's loving spirit and his ability to find inspiration in the smallest things. He brought light into your life in ways you never thought possible. And he helped you see the world in a way most didn't. You loved that you had that in common with Han- an appreciation for things that breathed life into your creative works.

You had never been very good at drawing. Or writing. Or anything having to do with the fine arts. Rather your creativity came more in a problem solving way. But in order to connect with Jisung, you decided to take up sketching to connect with Han a little more, because you loved him.

But that just created a deep-rooted insecurity about your creative abilities. Surrounded by so many talented people - as you were around the kids -you often felt your own contributions paled in comparison, and it was a fear you kept to yourself.

One evening, Han was over at your place, working on some new lyrics while you attempted to write poetry. He was sprawled on the couch, notebook in hand, humming a melody under his breath. You sat at your desk, scribbling down words and then erasing them feeling increasingly frustrated with your lack of progress.

You had long given up drawing, and you thought it might be easier to write a poem, since it was words that described your feelings. You could easily write a poem about something you knew well right? It couldn't be that hard.

You scratched your head as you tried to think of rhymes.

"How's it going over there?" Han asked, glancing up from his notebook.

"Not great," you mumbled, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice.

Han chuckled, not noticing your tone. "I figured."

His casual comment felt like a sting, a reminder of your perceived inadequacies. You forced a smile and nodded, but inside, you felt your confidence crumbling.

He got up and walked over to you, picking up your paper in his hands. He chuckled. "Poetry now huh?"

You felt your cheeks burn and tried to take it from him. "No-"

"No jagiya I want to read it." He said holding it above your head and reading it. "You make me laugh when I am sad, Your jokes are the best I've ever had. When you smile, my heart feels light, You make everything so bright." Han giggled again. "It's like one of those poems we had to write in elementary school."

That made your cheeks burn even more. "Jisung give it back-"

"Your hugs are warm, your eyes so kind, With you, I leave my worries behind. You're my sunshine, my best friend, With you, I hope the good times never end." He gives you a cute pouty face in a teasing manner. "Awww Y/N... it's such a cute little poem. It's like a little nursery rhyme."

"Jisung stop!" You called out again, feeling your eyes burn as you put your fists to your eyes, the embarrassment you had taking over.

"I know my poem's not that great, But loving you is my favorite fate. Thank you Jisung..." His smile fell and he swallowed. "Thank you...Jisung for...for being you. My love for you is always true." He looked up and seemed to realize what he was teasing you about and his lip trembled. "Y/N-"

"I want to be alone." You mumbled through your tears. Jisung wanted to reach out, but he knew he had hurt your feelings, but knowing you he also knew you needed space.

The next few days were a blur of self-doubt and creative blocks. You avoided drawing and writing, and found excuses to stay busy with other tasks. Han noticed your change in behavior and even if you guys had talked a couple hours after the incident, he still didn't think his apology was enough.

One afternoon, while you were both working on a puzzle together, Han brought up the subject again. "Hey, you know I'm really really sorry right?"

You nodded. "I know. I'm not mad anymore, Jisung."

Han frowned. "But you haven't been writing at all. Or drawing...I feel like it's my fault. No...I know it's my fault. I'm sorry I made fun of your poem- I loved it. I really did. It's the sweetest thing anyone has ever written me..."

You felt a pang in your chest, wishing you could believe him. "Thanks, but sometimes it feels like I'm just not good enough."

Han looked taken aback. "What do you mean? You're incredibly talented."

You sighed, finally letting out a bit of your frustration. "It's just… I see how talented everyone else is, including you, and I can't help but feel like my work doesn't measure up."

Han's expression softened, and he reached out to squeeze your hand. "You're amazing in your own right, and comparing yourself to others isn't fair to you. I wouldn't ever want you to compare yourself to me. That's like comparing a doctor to an actor. Both are genius in their own right, but do you expect an actor to be able to perform surgery like a doctor? Or the doctor to recite the entire second act of Hamlet? You have your talents that I could never even begin to measure up to, Y/N. Its the same with everyone who walks this planet..."

His words were kind, but they didn't fully reach the core of your insecurity. You forced a smile and nodded, hoping the conversation would end there.

A week later, Han invited himself over to your house, hoping to put an end to both of your guy's misery. You hated feeling like you had to walk on eggshells around him, and he hated thinking he was making you uncomfortable.

You guys ate dinner and started watching a drama. After the fourth episode Han pressed the pause button.

"Baby...can I show you something?"

You nodded, slightly confused as to why Jisung would pause your binge.

He grabbed his laptop from his bag and came back towards you, placing his headphones on your head.

He unlocked his laptop, clicked a few buttons and a soft melody filled your ears. Your eyes widened.

"Did you guys wrtie a new song?" You asked excitedly, but Jisung shushed you gently and motioned for you to listen.

You closed your eyes and let yourself go, embracing the music fully.

You felt your heart almost stop when you heard the words of your poem masterfully intricated into the song.

"Why did you show me that?" you asked, your voice trembling. You didn't dare open your eyes, or you were sure the tears you had would fall.

Han sounded puzzled. "Because it's great and I wanted to share it."

"But it's not great," you snapped, tears falling from your eyes as you opened them. "People will know you just used those words. You're so much more well versed and-"

Han stopped in his tracks, realization dawning on him. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just wanted to show them how talented you are.” You shook your head.

"Ouch, Y/N..." Jisung chuckled, his voice breaking a little. You looked at Han, whose chubby cheeks were encompassed by his pout. His boba eyes sad.

"No- No baby I meant... I feel like my words are stupid. Not your voice. Your song was absolutely beautiful... I just feel like I made you waste such a good backtrack."

You wiped away a tear, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "It's not your fault. It's just… I can't help but feel like I'll never be as good as everyone else. And I feel like you did that to make me feel better..."

Han pulled you into a tight hug, his voice gentle and soothing. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You're incredibly talented and creative, and your art is a reflection of who you are. It's unique and beautiful, just like you."

You clung to him, the sincerity in his words slowly breaking through your walls. "I just want to feel like I'm enough," you whispered.

Han held you at arm's length, looking into your eyes. "You are more than enough. Your worth isn't defined by how perfect your art or writing is or how you compare to others. It's about the passion and love you put into what you do."

His words resonated with you, and you felt a sense of comfort and reassurance. Han's unwavering support and belief in you made a difference, and you realized that your insecurities didn't define you.

"And I didn't make that song to make you feel better...I made it so you could see just how much inspiration I find from you. Y/N I love you more than anything. So, I was over the moon when I wrote this. And even more elated when I got to use the words the love of my life wrote. That's only the demo..." He grins sheepishly. "I was thinking...it would sound cool if you could leave that poem as a voicemail. I could make it the outro of the song..."

You looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean it?"

"Of course I mean it baby. I mean... I know Stay speculates I'm in a relationship...it's been a year now so I feel like this would be a fun way of confirming that. And I want the world to hear the beautiful voice of my baby." He coos, squishing your cheeks.

You giggle and nod, as Han peppers kisses all over your face.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, Han handed you a sketchbook he had bought for you. "I got this for you. I want you to fill it with whatever makes you happy. No pressure, just pure creativity. It doesn't even have to be art. Maybe you could write me more poems..."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you, Ji. For everything."

Han wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm always here for you. And for inspiration. Because you're my inspiration." He says nuzzling his nose against yours.

You leaned into him, feeling a sense of peace and contentment.

His inspiration. You thought.

What an amazing thing to be...

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