#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

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fic Idea: Online Siren

Danny makes a mistake. Or maybe he struck gold. Depending on the perspective you were looking through.

It starts one night when Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz get together for a private party on Tucker's birthday. Mr. and Mrs. Foley had let them have the whole house to themselves on the agreement that it would only be the four of them. They would be keeping an eye on the security camera and motion detectors around the property. At the slightest hints of Tucker having a house party, the pair would return from Mr. Foley's sister's house to shut it down.

The group of teenagers were more than happy not to invite anyone. It's not like anyone would show- at least not with good intentions. They had an entire night plan- coffee drinks based on their types, video games, boardgames ones, painting hour, karaoke, movies, and cake after presents.

They all pitched in for pizza, and Sam offered to buy everyone breakfast in the morning. The party started at four and would end at ten the following morning. The boys would sleep in Tucker's room while Sam and Jazz crashed in the guest room together.

Danny hadn't had that much fun in such a long time that he didn't even shy away from Sam's video camera while singing. The youngest Fenton has always had a fantastic singing voice, but his stage fright has stopped him from showing off his skill in front of anyone who was not close friends or family.

The following morning, while eating at Tucker's favorite breakfast restaurant, Sam checked her phone after noticing all the buzzing. Danny could catch her face turning pastly white at whatever was on her screen. She taps aggressively, nearly frantically, which gains the attention of Tucker and Jazz.

"Sam? Everything good?" Jazz asks gentely.

"I..no..I'm sorry, Danny," She whispers after staring hopelessly at her screen. "I meant to save it in our private share, not...the anonymous one."

"What?"

"I...post poetry anonymously on this voice website. It's audio recordings only." She explains, placing the phone on the table. Her voice is hesitant. "Last night....I accidentally posted the video of you singing from the Karaoke machine I saved. The one from the Realms. And some of my followers saved it and shared it. It's trending."

Danny feels his stomach drop into his legs. "What?"

"No one knows who you are!" Sam blurts as Tucker quickly pulls out his own phone. A few seconds later, Danny's voice blares out of his speaker, the melody blending well with his singing. The Karaoke has a recording option that deletes background noise, making it far more professional than four teenagers dancing around the Foley's coffee table.

"Dude, this sounds amazing," Tucker says after a moment. "I can't believe I finally have a recording of your singing. Just look at these comments!"

The song is an open domain in the Infinite Realms, telling the tell of the first King's fall. It's rather popular for its revolutionary themes and near musical lyrics that blended with the rapid flute melody, so finding a ghost willing to share a Karaoke version took nearly no effort. People online think Danny was the songwriter.

The song on Sam's page had ninty-thousand listens, with just as many downloads- each download places ten cents in her account. So far, Danny's singing has made nine thousand dollars. It's only been twelve hours!

It got so much traction because Damian Wayne had made an edit with a popular anime and posted it on his personal account. His small usage had exploded Danny's song in only a few hours.

"Take it down!" Danny hisses, slapping a hand over Tucker's screen and glancing at nearby tables. "Sam, please take your post down."

"I did! I swear! But it's too late to stop it from spreading on the WorldClip." She tells him, and Danny's heart feels like it will explode until Jazz gently speaks up.

"Sam, can Danny have those nine grand?"

His best friend blinks momently, thrown by the question before she nods, "Of course! It's his money."

"Hmm." Jazz taps her fingers under her chin before turning Danny's face towards her. It's not until her gentle pats on his back that he realizes he is hyperventilating. "You should post more on that anonymous website. Sam can write the songs, Tucker can make the music, and you can sing."

"What!?" He choked, shocked she would even ask him. Tucker and Sam are eyeing them with wide eyes, frozen in their seats. No one knew where the fear had come from, but the two knew how badly Danny reacted to the idea of performing.

Tucker first met Danny when the boy panicked in the music room. After it was announced, the students would be singing Twinkle Little Star in the first grade. It was the first time Tucker had ever called nine-one-one, too.

He was praised as a hero, while Danny was scolded for overreacting. Tucker had held his hand until the sobbing boy's parents came to pick him up and has never left his side since.

"Danny, this fear has always left you in shambles. I think it would help you. This could be a form of exposal therapy," She says, then shrugs her shoulder. "Think about it. No one will know who you are, but your music could reach thousands without you ever having to show your face. You could pay for the college you wanted to go to in Gotham this way. All of you."

Neither Danny's nor Tucker's parents could afford to send them to Gotham University despite it being their dream school. Sam's parents refused to pay for a "useless" degree such as Botany. They had been growing uneasy with the realization dreams were not always promised as the end of the senior year approached in only a few short months.

They would never ask it of him, but Danny could see the genuine hope tucked in their eyes as they waited for his response. He licked his lips, feeling his heart still beating a mile a minute under his rib cage.

He didn't like being this paralyzed by an irrational fear. He also really wanted to help them reach their dreams.

So Danny opens his mouth and whispers, "Only until we can get to Gotham to find jobs"

Jazz's smile is bright.

________________________________________________________

A few months later, Damian practically runs Tim over in his rush to connect to the game room's surround system. Jon is hot on his heels and has the decency to shout an apology as the pre-teens rush by.

"Hey! Watch it!" He still screams at their backs, irritated. "I could've dropped my croissant!"

"Sorry again Tim!"

"You're fat anyway, Drake!"

Tim rolls his eyes, adjusting his hold on his plate as Dick rounds the corner that the children had appeared from. "What's got them rushing?"

"Online Siren just dropped a new song." Dick laughs. "Dami is a bit of a fan."

"Online Siren?"

"That's right, you were in space for five months. Online Siren is this anonymous singer that everyone is going crazy over on the internet. He's an amazing singer, but because no one knows anything about him. Not even Babs."

Tim raises a brow. "He could be using autotune."

"Maybe, but Tim, I'm telling you. Listen to his music, and you'll find you can't stop. Siren is a fitting name."

"He can't be that good," Tim mutters, following his eldest brother into the game room, where Damian and Jon have blared the speakers to the loudest setting and dancing around.

Tim draws up short at the sight of Damian Wayne actually crying as he sings along to the lyrics, acting as if the singer was right there in front of him and he was a long-time fan.

Then, the music invades his ears, and Tim feels like he is ascending on a different plane. The smooth, near silk-like voice glinds into his chest, rattling his bones, and his knees shake when the man holds a soft, seductive "Oh" for a few seconds longer then necessary.

It sends shivers down his spine.

"What is this!? It's so good!" He screams at the dancing Dick, who laughs.

"I know, right!?"

"It's too good. I think this is a real siren." Tim continues, pressing his hands over his ears. His mind flashes back to the few months he spent with his team, running for a mind-controlling alien that had nearly trapped them in the third space sector. "Dick, we're in danger! Get around from the speakers! Mind control!"

Dick stops dancing with a sigh, muttering under his breath as Tim rushes to the control panel of the speaker system. As soon as he slams it off, Damian releases a screech of an angered cat and launches at him, demanding his music back. Jon flouts nervously on the side as the two youngest Waynes brothers roll on the ground, yelling insults and taking dirty shots.

"I wish I could enjoy things with my siblings without them ruining it." He mumbles, striding forward to break up the fight, only to scream when Tim pulls out pepper spray, yowling like a madman.

"Mind control! Mind control!"

"My EYES! "

"Drake, stop!"

"You'll never get me Siren! Never!"

".I'm going to go get Mr.Wayne!"

"Make haste, Jon! Bring my father to stop this baffoon-my eyes! Drake, you bastard!"

[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.