#i think i've found my new favourite poet

[llovelymoonn]

mary szybist on wanting to tell [] about a girl eating fish eyes

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[notyourmajesty]

Alex and Henry's Texts: A Progression in Proximity

I've been thinking on and off about how the film chronicles subtle changes in Alex and Henry's bond in the time between the end of the "damage control" and the New Year's party, finally leading into the kiss. Not so much about the texts and calls themselves, which I already found adorable on my first watch. More on how Henry becomes more and more prominent, more and more visible and tangible, in Alex's thoughts each time they talk. More on how the film worked out the transitions for each sequence.

The early texts ("having a wank", "inbreeding", "we were ever so careful, dear") are featured prominently on the screen, no sound besides that of a text notification. You see cute, fun gifs, memes and the occasional (mpreg!) article link, but at this point they're just tiptoeing into this tentative friendship, and learning about each other.

Henry's texts start out as a mere part of Alex's day at this point; he reacts, texts him back and moves on with his day. And even that changes quite quickly - he's amused enough by Henry's "we were so careful" joke that he forgets where he is and laughs out loud in a classroom full of people.

The transition then moves onto voice. Not only do we see the texts on the screen, but this time we hear them in their own voices.

Boring Tie

We hear Henry heighten his voice a little when he says "grey is a colour, thank you". We hear Henry's amusement when he asks about Alex "pranking" him with campaign t-shirts.

The "boring tie" exchange also marks the first time we see Henry (not the image, but the person) during the texting exchange. He is static, unmoving, in the periphery of Alex's vision, disappearing as his security detail runs past the bench Henry is sitting on.

Henry may not be the center of attention in this sequence, but Alex is familiar enough, and comfortable enough that he can easily visualize Henry. The way he sits, the way he talks, the way he peruses a book.

We hear their voices overlap as they discuss favourite authors and books, while a classmate shows Alex a meme about their "bromance" (I have some ideas about those literary references in particular, but maybe I'll keep that for another post*).

Byron

You also have the "Byron" sequence, which is a continuation of the favourite authors one, and highlights a marked shift from the "Boring Tie" one. Boring Tie shows movement from Alex, with Henry sitting stationary, in one place, on the bench.

Byron has Henry moving around in Alex's space. Still at the periphery of Alex's vision, but ever-present and slowly taking up more and more space in his head.

(I'm not saying anything about the poet being Byron and the movie Nora and Alex are watching being "Some Like It Hot" right now. I'm still in the middle of my second read of the book and I want to note down all the references I saw there too. The dialogue "well, nobody's perfect!" from SLIH's last scene is currently ringing in my head).

Parenthesis

In a lot of ways the Parenthesis sequence is the perfect segue to the New Year's party, because it strongly implies a level of intimacy that was only hinted at in the previous texts (the book itself has Alex envision him and Henry as lying on the opposite sides of their own beds, like brackets, in this scene).

Henry first features in this sequence as a tinny, distant voice 3700 miles away, but his voice and his presence now comes so easily to him (with a butterfly transition!! Butterflies in the stomach anyone?) that it is almost as if he is in the room, comfortably settled in Alex's private space, so close that Alex can almost touch him. And they really do look like parantheses at the end of that scene!

Henry's presence is intimate and tangible (we even see the jaffa cakes he's snacking on while watching Bake Off), and his voice comes to Alex as if they were in the same room together.

Only when they playfully argue over who should cut the call first, does Henry's voice change back to the tinny quality of a voice over cellphone...reminding them both of the distance between them.

And that last, super-soft look Alex gives as he switches off the phone with a "goodnight"! My heart!!

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In a lot of ways, I think that while Alex himself is clueless about his own feelings, it's pretty obvious to us, the viewer, the "rope" that is pulling him towards Henry is already making an appearance here.

* Henry's Book Recommendations:

Zadie Smith (probably her entire bibliography)

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

Alex's Book Recommendations:

Another Country by James Baldwin

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

(My (tentative) theory for now is that the books explore themes that are important to both of them and that get touched on in the movie. I know the book goes into more detail with literature and history, esp during the email exchanges, but I've only read the book twice)

[windsweptinred]

Shipper tag game

Thank you for the tag @marvagon, you glorious human 💖💖💖.

What ship were you completely obsessed with as a teenager, but now you don't care about anymore?

None. I may not be as passionate about them as I once was. But I still hold all my past ships near and dear to my heart. I'll even occasionally nip into their tags on A03 and have a dip into newer fics.

What ship would you consider your first one?

Daiken/Kensuke from Digimon 02. I remember watching it on Saturday morning and wondering if anyone else was seeing what I was seeing. That led me to discover Fanfiction.net. And the rest is history...

Your first fanfic was about which couple?

My very first full length fic was Corinthiel, posted here on Tumblr. My first fic posted on AO3 was Dreamling, and I wrote both last year. I am a very, very, very late comer to fanfic 😅. I'm honestly much more at home drawing fanart then writing. But will occasionally give into temptation, when an idea obbsessively hounds me to the point of insanity.

Do you remember the first couple you saw fan art of?

I genuinely can't. 😅 I remember it was probably on deviantart.

Have you ever gotten into ship discourse?

I try desperately to stay out of ship discourse. To me people's ships are their joy... And I've got no interest in being a theif of joy. If there's something I want to see more of in the fandom, like a rare pair I'm fond of, I just try and create content and hope someone else joins in (@bobbole loves you 💚🤍😅) . If it's not for me, I just keep scrolling on by.

Did you use to have any NOTP or have one currently?

Again, no. I've always been happy to pick and mix my ships. I have my favorites ofcourse. But I've never outright refused to dip my toe into any ship. Maybe if it ventured into an area I personally deemed problematic. But mostly, I'm happy to try anything once.

Who were the last couple in the last fanfic you read?

I'm currently reading Remy Lebeau x Logan fanfic from Xmen. 😅 What sent me in that direction, I do not know. But I've found some amazing new fics in and amongst revisiting some old favourites.

Currently, do you have any OTPs?

I can proudly say until recently I've never had an OTP. Being a multishipper makes that kind of hard. But I don't know, I may be in too deep with Corinthiel. I'm not sure I could picture Danny and the Second Corinthian with anyone else but each other now. (Curse you @ibrithir-was-here. See what you have wraught! 😆). Them and Charmes (Charon x Hermes) from Hades. Because why would you split up the professional associates like that?! (Again very much your fault @mashumaru 😆) , Damn, I guess I've got OTPs now. If there's an established, happy couple in canon, most of the time I'll respect that and leave them be. So I guess that kind of counts too.

Is there any couple that, to this day, that you are extremely mad about not getting into?

Again no. If the juggernaut ship of a fandom doesn't really tickle my fancy, I'll sometimes stare forlornly at it. And sigh like a sad bohemian poet. But that's all content envy and I know it. 😆

Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they're kind of interesting?

🤔 I didn't dislike it, but I never really ventured near Corintheus until I started shipping Corinthiel. That made me backtrack and consider Morpheus and the original Corinthian's relationship from an entirely different perspective.

Do you have any ship that, in the past, would have been considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

No I don't think so. As far as know they're all still alive, well and for the most part, living in peace and harmony in their respective fandoms.

What is your favorite crack ship?

Bookend, Destiny and his Book. The old book and chain. Living their best, grumpy old married couple, life together. @jazzy-a 🤜🤛🤣.

What is the couple you read the most fanfics about?

Most recently was Dreamling. I'm a bit of fandom butterfly at the moment, fluttering between multiple fandoms, waiting for the next all consuming passion to strike me down. I read, and reread ANYTHING Corinthiel 😅. But of all time?..... I couldn't say. I revisit so many of my ships so often.

What do most of your ships have in common?

Two bastards in love will always be my favourite. I'd love to boldly claim it's all about two morally dubious rogues, being despicable in the kinkiest ways together. 😅 But I know it's more about two people, often misunderstood and maligned... Finding a deep sense of belonging with each other. But I'm an eclectic sort and I've got a lot ships that don't fit that category I still love dearly.

What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Absolutely nothing outright. I'll sometimes go off a ship a little once it reaches that point where fanon locks in too tight around it. But I think that's a very me problem, as I crave variation/new experiences/ideas. I'll still love the ship, I'll just know that's just my time to move onto something new and come back and visit every so often.

I'm tagging @martybaker @thelostkelpie @missingrache @thirrith @zigzag-wanderer @lucienne-thee-librarian and @tickldpnk8 and anyone mentioned above. If you want to have a go. 😁

[jess-quillkiller]

intro!

you can call me jess, bella, mayo or anything you want! [except for jessica :p]

any pronouns, i don't care abt my gender tbh

my fandoms are; marauders, dead boy detectives and dead poets society

i write a bit, but i've never actually published anything lmao 😭 jess_quillkiller is my very empty ao3 acc !

i'm a minor and don't write much, so i would really like advice on what i'm doing well/what i could improve!

i also draw!! i'm not good at it at all, but i still do!

i love music a lot!! if you give me song recs you will be my god! favourite bands as of writing this;

McCafferty

Shauna Dean Cokeland

Radiohead

Adrianne Lenker

Baby Bugs

I Don't Know How But They Found Me

Mindless Self Indulgence

(i do know a lot of people i listen to ARE problematic but i like the music not the people!!)

idk my spotify accs name but if you want it i'll find it!!

same goes for my discord or insta ^^ i'm happy to give my accs to anyone if you dm me

my rp blogs; @cassie-meadowes @bandit-barty @pands-rosier i'm always open to joining new rps, whether on discord or tumblr, js ask me if u need someone to join one :3

i think that's all i'm gonna add for now :D, feel free to send me asks & whatnot

[karlkapri]

love all the poems!! do you have any poetry book recs??

HI YEA HERES A POETRY REC GO WATCH THIS VIDEO ITS SHORT AND ITS BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT VERY MUCH

sorry for yelling

I've already done a few rounds of these - most recent one can be found here - so I'll try not to mention all the same books again & instead give you a quick list of poetry books I've been reading lately & that I've enjoyed.

Louise Glück is of course a forever favourite, Averno used to be my favourite collection of hers, but I'm slowly coming around to Ararat.

Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind (& if you like this check out Bright Dead Things)

Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing

Traci Brimhall, Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod. (didn't think I was going to like this but I DID)

Diana Khoi Nguyen, Ghost Of (Suicide TW. A lot of the poems in this collection are formatted either in the shape of a person or written around the empty shape of a person. The poet explains that two years before he committed suicide, her brother cut himself out of every family photo. Visually stunning but so so so heartbreaking)

Keaton Henson, Idiot Verse (first poetry book I ever bought. still lovely)

Carlo Rovelli has a book called The Order of Time that's technically more popsci. than poetry but it still goes on this list. In a similar vein: The End of Everything (Astrophysically Speaking) by Katie Mac

Li-Young Lee, Rose (forever favourite)

ALSO!! VERY IMPORTANT!! NEW SIKEN POEMS COMING SOON!

W.S. Merwin, The Shadow of Sirius

That's all for now. If you're looking for more poetry, I have a poetry rec tag for all the poems that have been recommended to me by my followers & mutuals. Worth checking that out.

Much love. x

[ofaflower]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 - 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓

The following are lyric based starters from Taylor Swift's eleventh studio album, The Tortured Poets Department (Standard Version). Mature subjects implied within, so please use with caution. Feel free to change pronoun usage as needed. Minor edits may appear to sound more natural for dialogue. Link to 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘.

FORTNIGHT (FT. POST MALONE)

i was supposed to be sent away, but they forgot to come and get me

i was a functioning alcoholic

nobody noticed my new aesthetic

all of this to say, i hope you're okay

you're the reason

no one here's to blame

what about your quiet treason?

we were forever

your wife waters flowers

i wanna kill her

i took the miracle move on drug, the effects were temporary

i love you, it's ruining my life

my husband is cheating, i wanna kill him

it won't start up

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

you left your typewriter at my apartment

straight from the tortured poets department

who uses typewriters anyway?

you're in self sabotage mode

i've seen this episode, still i love the show

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you like me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

you're not dylan thomas, i'm not patti smith

this ain't the chelsea hotel

we're modern idiots

nobody, no fucking body

i chose this cyclone with you

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me

you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave

i felt seen

everyone we know understands why we're meant to be - cause we're crazy

you took my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on - and that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVOURITE TOYS

oh, here we go again...

the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild

you should've seen him when he first got me

my boy only breaks his favourite toys

i'm queen of sandcastles he destroys

i should've known it was a matter of time

there was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time

i know i'm just repeating myself

he runs because he loves me

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me

just say when, i'd play again

you were my best friend

you told me i'm better off, but i'm not

DOWN BAD

did you really beam me up, in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on?

you told me i was the chosen one

you showed me this world was bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from

for a moment, i new cosmic love

fuck it if i can't have him

i might just die, it would make no difference

come back and pick me up

fuck it if i can't have us

i might just not get up, i might stay down bad

did you take all my old clothes?

my same old town, somehow feels so hollow now

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you

for a moment i was heaven struck

i loved your hostile takeovers

how can you say that it's over?

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded

fuck it, i was in love

fuck you if i can't have us

SO LONG, LONDON

so long, london

i saw, in my mind, fairy lights through the mist

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

i pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

i stopped trying to make you laugh

how much sad did you think i had in me?

oh, the tragedy

you'll find someone

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out

i founded the club you've heard great things about

i left all i knew, then you left me at the house by the heath

i stopped cpr, after all it's no use

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

i'll find someone

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it with my white knuckle iron grip holding tight to your quiet resentment

it isn't right to be scared everyday of a love affair

every breath feels like rarest air when you're unsure if he wants to be there

just how long did you think i'd go before i self-implode and have to go free?

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the alter waiting

you sacrificed us to the blue of your darkest days

i'm just getting colour back into my face

i'm just mad as hell cause i loved this place for so long

we had a good run

a moment of sun

i'm not the one

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

i forget how the west was won

i forget if this was ever fun

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

what a mess

these people try and "save you", cause they hate you

they slammed the door on my whole world and the one thing i wanted

but daddy i love him

i'm having his baby - no i'm not, but you should see your faces

i'm having his baby

floor it through the fences

no, i'm not "coming to my senses"

i know he's crazy but he's the one i want

all my plans were laid

growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all

stay away from her

i'll tell you something right now, i'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning

let me tell you about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace

i dont' cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

god save the most judgmental creeps

you ain't gotta pray for me

fuck 'em - it's over

time, doesn't it give some perspective?

no, you can't come to the wedding

FRESH OUT THE SLAMMER

now pretty baby, i'm running back home to you

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to

he don't understand me

you were with me in dreams

it's gonna be alright, i did my time

i was handcuffed to the spell i was under

now i know better and i'll never lose my baby again

all those nights, you kept me going

you weaved me into all of your poems

no matter what i've done - it wouldn't matter away

ain't no way i'm gonna screw up now that i know what's at stake here

FLORIDA!!! (FEAT. FLORENCE + THE MACHINE)

you can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

they said i was cheat, so i guess it must be true

my friends all smell like weed or little babies

the city reeks of driving myself crazy

little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

packed my life away just stay in a timeshare down in destin, florida

florida is one hell of a drug

florida will use you up

i got drunk and dared it wash me away

me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine

all of my girls have got their lace and their crimes

your cheating husband disappeared?

well, no one asks any questions here

i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that'd ever been on my body where in my mind they sink into the swamp

is that a bad thing to say in a song?

i need to forget

take me to florida

i've got some regrets, i'll bury them in florida

tell me i'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

at least the dolls were beautiful

fuck me up, florida

GUILTY AS SIN?

he sent me "downtown lights", i hadn't heard it in a while

my boredom's bone deep

this cage was once just fine

am i allowed to cry?

i dream of cracking locks and throwing my life to the wolves - or the ocean rocks

i'm seeing visions

am i bad or mad or wise?

what if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh, only in my mind?

oh, what a way to die

i keep recalling things we never did

how i long for our tryst

without ever touching your skin, how can i be guilty as sin?

i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault

someone told me: there's no such thing as bad thoughts - only your actions talk

we've already done it in my head

if it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

my bedsheets were ablaze, i screamed your name

what if i roll the stone away?

they're gonna crucify me anyway?

what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

if long suffering propriety is what they want from me, they don't know how you've haunted me so suddenly

i choose you and me, religiously

WHO'S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?

the who's who of "who's that?" - is poised for the attack

my bare hands paved their path

you don't get to tell me about sad

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said

nothing makes me feel more alive

she'll leap from the gallows and levitate down our street

who's afraid of little old me?

the scandal was contained

the bullet had just grazed

at all costs, keep your good name

you don't get to tell me you feel bad

is it a wonder i broke? let's hear one more joke then we can all just laugh until i cry

i was tame, i was gentle til the circus life made me mean

don't you worry folks, we took out all her teeth

who's afraid of little old me? you should be

so tell me everything is not about me - but what if it is?

they say they didn't do it to hurt me - but what if they did?

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

all your kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs

i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all say?

i'll sue you if you step on my lawn

i'm fearsome, and i'm wretched, and i'm wrong

i put narcotics into all of my songs, that's why you're still singing along

you lured me, you caged me, and you taught me

you caged me then called me crazy

i am what i am cause you trained me

who's afraid of me?

I CAN FIX HIM (NO REALLY, I CAN)

the jokes he told across the bar were revolting and way too loud

god help her

he's my man

but your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger

i can i fix him, no really - i can

the dopamine raced through his brain on a six-lane texas highway

i could see it from a mile away

you're a perfect case for my certain skill set

he had a halo of the highest grade

he just hadn't met me yet

i can fix him

only i can

good boy, that's right - come close

i'll show you heaven if you'll be an angel all night

trust me, i can handle me a dangerous man

whoa, maybe i can't...

loml

who's gonna stop us from falling back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

we embroidered memories of my time away, stitching "we were just kids babe"

i don't mind, it takes time

thought that i was better safe than starry-eyed

i felt aglow like this - never before and never since

if you know it in one glimpses, it's legendary

you and i went from one kiss to getting married

you low down boy, you stand up guy

you told me i'm the love of your life about a million times

who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate, saying i had reformed you?

your impressionist paintings of us turned out to be fakes

well, you dragged me to hell too

a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

i felt a hole, like this - never before and ever since

what we thought was for all time, was temporary

mister "steal your girl, and make her cry"

you said i'm the love of your life

you shit talked me under tables, talking rings and talking cradles

i wish i could un-recall how we almost had it all

are they second-hand embarrassed?

i can't get out of bed cause something counterfeit's dead

it was legendary

it was momentary

it was unnecessary

should've let us stay buried

what a valiant roar

what a bland goodbye

the coward claimed he was a lion

i'll never leave

never mind

i'll still see it til i die

you're the loss of my life

I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

i can read your mind

she's having the time of her life

in her glittering prime the light refracts sequin stars off her silhouette every night

i can show you lies

i'm a real tough kid

i can handle my shit

they said "fake it til you make it", and i did

lights, camera, bitch, smile - even when you wanna die

he said he'd love me all his life - but that life was quite short

all the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting more

i can do it with a broken heart

i'm so depressed, i act like it's my birthday everyday

i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague

i cry alot, but i am so productive - it's an art

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart

i can hold my breath, i've been doing it since you left

i'm sure i can pass this test

he said he'd love me for all time but that time was quite short

i'm miserable and nobody even knows!

THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED

was any of it true?

gazing at me starry-eyed in your jehovah's witness suit, who the fuck was that guy?

he tried to buy some pills from a friend of friends of mine

they just ghosted you, now you know what it feels like

i don't even want you back, i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal?

i don't miss what we had but could someone give a message to the smallest man who ever lived?

you hung me on your wall, stacked me with your push pins where in public you showed me off - then sank to stoned oblivion

once your queen had come, you treat her like an also-ran

you didn't measure up in any measure of a man

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

were you writing a book?

were you a sleeper cell spy?

in fifty years, will all this be declassified and you'll confess why you did it

good riddance

it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

i would have died for your sins, instead i just died inside

you deserve prison but you won't get time

you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

you crashed my party and your rental car

you said normal girls were boring, but you were gone by the morning

in plain sight you hid

you are what you did

i'll forget you but i'll never forgive the smallest man who ever lived

THE ALCHEMY

this happens once every few lifetimes

what if i told you i'm back?

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had

i haven't come around in so long, but i'm coming back so strong

so when i touch down, call the amateurs and cut them from the team

ditch the clowns, get the crown

baby, i'm the one to beat

the sign on your heart says it's still reserved for me

honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

hey you, what if i told you we're cool? that child's play back in school is forgiven under my rule

i'm making a comeback to where i belong

these blokes warm the benches

we've been on a winning streak

he jokes that it's "heroin", but this time with an "E"

there's no chance try to beat the greatest in the league?

where's the trophy?

CLARA BOW

you look like clara bow in this light, remarkable

all your life, did you know you'd be picked, like a rose?

i'm not trying to exaggerate - but i think i might die if it happened to me

no one in my small town thought i'd see the lights of manhattan

this town is fake, but you're the real thing

a breath of fresh air through smoke rings

take the glory

give everything

promise to be dazzling

you look like stevie nicks in '75, the hair and lips

the crowd goes wild at your fingertips

i think i might if i made it

no one in my small town thought i'd meet these suits in L.A.

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more

only when your girlish glow flickers just so, do they let you know

it's hell on earth to be heavenly

them's the breaks they don't come gently

you look like taylor swift in this light, we're loving it

you've got edge, she never did

the future's bright

dazzling

[werewolf-girlfriend]

thanks for the tag @dandy-dog!!! :D

Favourite color: ohhhhhhhhhh this is a hard question. if u look at my blog u might think it to be red and green but im also very weak for blue and yellow and orange and and and and... and i always wanna buy something if it has a rainbow on it :)

Favourite Song: god. i genuinely don't think i can pick just one. i couldnt even pick 10. theres too many songs i like a whole lot..! but i can tell u some of the stuff im listening to these days:

Phantom of the Opera covered by Ghost

ChuChu Lovely MuniMuni MuraMura PrinPrin Boron Nururu ReroRero by MAXIMUM THE HORMONE

Can You Feel The Sunshine? from Sonic (lol)

www.girl by Toy-Box

Given and Denied by Poets of the Fall

Lucid Dream by Owl City (i just found out recently hed released new music and like hooolllllyyyyyyyy shit)

Currently reading: SO GLAD U ASK i have been absolutely readingpilled this year so far. i just finished The Song of Achilles like 2 days ago (it was so good?? omg???) as a break from reading The Murderbot Diaries! Manga-wise ive been eating up Paru Itagaki's Sanda before i get back into my journey thru Junji Itou's mangaography which i wanna complete by the end of the year >:3

Currently watching: Dungeon Meshi like everyone else :) I've also been enjoying the You're Under Arrest OVA from '94 and that Prehistoric Planet docuseries!

Coffee or Tea: i only recently got into tea but even if i hadnt id still choose weird hot water with the slightest of taste to bitter coffee >:) that said i dont drink much tea either lol

Currently craving: oh my god i want some fucking fries. or a huge bowl of spaghetti with meat sauce and parmesan ohg.... i am writing this post right before lunchtime....

and im taggin @beastwife @yaboi-nate @rikke-m-a @1night-star1 @dragongirltail @freshdonuts @camiliark @beatcroc @smolsleepyfox @thrashz @adhdwerewolfgf @beastrogen @spearxwind !!

[ellecdc]

Hi, Elle! I absolutely adore your fics and I was wondering if you could play matchmaker with me!

My favourite colour is forest green but I also really like orange (not the bright construction type of orange but the leaves in autumn type).

My favourite pastime is baking, although I spend A LOT of my time reading and I also enjoy just laying in bed listening to music on my record player (mostly the smiths).

I’m currently re watching Gilmore Girls, Criminal Minds and Brooklyn 99. One of my favourite movies is Dead Poets Society and I watch it pretty often (I don’t really get into new shows or movies because I don’t like the fact that I don’t know what’s going to happen so I stick to what I know when it comes to watching anything because it brings me comfort).

My favourite animal is the beluga whale because I just can’t get enough of their big squishy heads!!

Thank you soooooo much for doing this and never stop writing because your just too damn good! 💕

I'm going to say Barty and Remus!

I've always headcanoned Remus as someone who likes to cook/bake [or is at least very good at it], and he's also a music snob [in my head lol]. I also think Barty would be the kind of guy to sit on the counter and blabber on about anything and everything while you work - the best person to keep you company [and taste test, even though he says he's 'sweet enough']

the shows are so Barty coded and I think both boys would love Dead Poets Society

also I love beluga whales, great choice!!

thanks for playing and for being here with me <3

p.s., side note; I don't watch any movies or tv shows really anymore, and only watch ones I've seen before so I know what to expect too, so we're basically the same person! you've found the right place though, because I only ever write happy endings hahaha

[realhumanbean]

Just Kids by Patti Smith - In Quotes

"It had started with the moon,inaccessible poem that it was. Now men had walked upon it,rubber treads on a pearl of the God. Perhaps it was an awareness of time passing, the last summer of the decade. Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up."

Staring with one of my most favourites from the book,which also sums up what this book is mostly about,or what I mostly cared about while reading this book. Regarding the writing style, this may just be the best book i've read in a long time. Unfortunately can't say the same regarding the weird throuple subplot that kept coming up throughout the book. But the writing style - the subtle poetry that takes a second for you to understand that, "Oh,it rhymes" is what I found really fascinating.

"It was then that I experienced the weight of sin,even a sin as small as a stolen skater pin."

"To have one's work caged in art's great zoos,the Modern,the Met,the Louvre? "

Lines like these were really new to me. Mixing mediums of literature unknowingly seemed like a crime. A crime that i'm willing to commit.

"Table manners aside, I recognised something of myself in both of them and accepted their locking horns with humor and pride."

And this one was just the best of it’s kind.

Now if we have to talk about Robert,personally I only liked him around the first half of the book. Then his creative side seemed to take over his rational side even before he got all the fame. It's just something about artists, can't love who they are but can't help loving the work that they do. So of course I loved a poet talking about her lover (who is an artist) and ended up with too many lines highlighted about him.

"Robert trusted in the law of empathy, by which he could,by his will,transfer himself into an object or a work of art,and thus influence the outer world."

"I thought to myself that he contained a whole universe that I had yet to know."

"Yet he also knew that I would not fail if he needed me to be the strong one."

"I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust."

All of these being from the first half of the book, where the relationship between them wasn’t only based on being the art and the muse, i enjoyed reading.

"His dual nature troubled me,mostly because I feared it troubled him."

And this one line from around the end of the book really sums up the way their relationship turned out to be.

"I suspected my soul,being mischievous,might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged."

Now this one felt like something i wish i could relate to. Not that I want to. I just think it’s a cool way to say "I'm a dreamer". Which is something this book allowed me to be more of.

I somehow end up reading books that end up being exactly what I needed at the time. And this book is definitely what got me calling myself a poet without feeling silly about it. To see someone grow the same feelings as me and turn those feelings into something as beautiful as poetry is exactly what I needed. Reading this book has quite literally been a journey. And throughout this journey I wrote some of my favourite poems ever.

"Remember we are mortal,but poetry is not."

I've read most of this book in college. This book has petals of flowers from my college garden. (the flowers that fell from the plants,not flowers I plucked like an animal ofc) So this book will always remind me of the start of my poet era in my college.

Not gonna rate this one cuz i still got 60 pages left. Gudbye.

[katierosefun]

for the ask game :)

8, 18, 31, and 39

thank you for the ask!! // from these asks

(8) Who is your favourite poet? What work of theirs do you love the most, and why?

mm, it’s hard to say, because i feel like i don’t have enough books of poetry to say i have a favorite, although i think right now, it would have to be han tae joo. he holds a special place in my heart just because he’s the first korean poet i’ve read, and i would spend some time translating his poems at the end of the day last year. i think my favorite of their poems might be called “내가, 너를”, which i think might just be translated “i, to you”. it’s very bittersweet, because it’s basically about unrequited love, i think. or maybe a love that ended too soon, or something of the sort.

i’ll always feel sad that the english translation doesn’t sound as romantic as in korean, but i remember reading the last stanza a lot, which goes: “

나는 이제 너없이도 너를 좋아할 수 있다”.

which translates roughly to:

“from now on, without you here, i can love you.”

(18) Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

hm, i think i believe more in the whole "there are people who would choose each other every time" kind of soulmate more than the "some people are just destined to be together" sort of soulmate. i think for me, it's just this idea of choosing despite the stuff going on in the world--that humans are very stubborn beings, and that they're always going to try to find their people no matter what life throws their way.

(31) Do you feel seen by the people in your life?

to a certain extent, yeah. i feel like it honestly depends on the energy levels between the people around me and myself. sometimes, if i feel like if people are only reaching out to me because they want me to play Therapist Friend (which happens . . . quite often), then i'll slowly start to feel like no one really knows me.

but at the same time, there are times when the people around me surprise me a little bit--or at least, how people quietly remind me that they're not the same people who made me feel unseen for so long. people who tell me that it's time for me to tell them about what's on my mind. so it's a healing process these days!

(39) Do you feel like you have found yourself already?

oh, def. not. i feel like i'm finding more bits and pieces of myself, but i think i still have a long, long ways to go before i can say that i've actually found myself. i suspect i won't even be able to say that i've found myself until the day i die, because i suspect that the caroline at her deathbed will have discovered so many new things about herself than the caroline of today.

[gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun]

end of year book tag

(I found this tag in a youtube video by Sophia Reads Books)

Are there any books that you started this year that you still need to finish? Yeahhhhh you could say that. There are a few I'm currently reading and hoping to finish by the end of the month (rereads for Dorian Gray and Summer Sons, and first time read of The Kill Order) but my main, main goal is to finish War and Peace - I hope to read one giant classic a year, and I managed Les Mis last year, so I am desperately working on finishing W&P.

Do you have an autumnal book to transition into the end of the year? The Adventures of Miss Petitfour by Anne Michaels is so, so sweet, and is a lovely little fall book. Whichwood by Tahereh Mafi is a winter book that I'd also recommend.

Is there a new release you're still waiting for? I don't keep up on what books are going to be released, but I do want to read Dark Heir by C.S. Pacat (yes, I know it's already out, but I rarely buy books I haven't read, and I haven't come across it for free yet).

What are three books you want to read before the end of the year? The Call of Cthulhu, The Silmarillion (reread), and The Ethical Slut.

Is there a book you think could still shock you and become your favourite book of the year? If I get around to reading Dark Heir, there's some potential there, but for right now my favorite book fo the year is Summer Sons, and I doubt anything will beat that.

Have you already started making reading plans for next year? I have!! I'm planning on reading only two types of books next year: classics, and books I've already read. My goal is to almost exclusively reread books that I enjoyed previously, and I'm so, so excited for it.

Not part of the tag, but - a list of some of the best books I read this year:

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke American Gods by Neil Gaiman Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern How to Betray a Dragon's Hero by Cressida Cowell The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom Whichwood by Tahereh Mafi Dark Rise by C.S. Pacat In the Lives of Puppets by T.J. Klune The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake The True Bastards by Jonathan French Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones Life of Pi by Yann Martel The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo Babel by R.F. Kuang The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna She is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran

[omg26lilly]

11/7/23

I tuck you in to read you my favourite poetry.

You're too young to understand, how you can never appreciate love, till you've experienced heartbreak.

She asks have you ever felt it, of course many a time, that's when you know it's worth it; I'm with a man whom I adore.

Yet I always keep the door open, waiting for someone to break your heart, I'll be here running after them, how could they do anything to a simple girl like you.

I'm preparing you for loss, how all these poets, have written the best pieces out of rejection, how it's like a revolving door, you still have to walk in and out.

You can't bolt yourself in, let everything sink in, you wake up you remember the pain but it's gone and you move on.

Will I ever meet dad, to her it's not the guy I spend my days with, it's the guy that broke my heart when she was 1.

I hold her hand, I hope you'll never meet, to her it seemed like I'm always holding out a candle, I've never known loss like I did.

I just know the innocence of my child, you laugh about everything I did when I was young, thinking I was fun.

Don't make me wait for you to tie your shoes or find my keys, ring you up ask where there are, acceptance is key.

I'll know you want to find out who dad is to you, you'll move out soon, can I hold onto the happy go lucky attitude?

Can you hold onto the memories, leave me pictures when you wake and just dance in the rain.

I don't need to explain what you will find, the pain of being rejected, if you ever find what your looking for?

I don't want you to grow up, how it's like making your way on your own and no one at home.

I know you want to know why, I haven't found my perfect guy, I don't want another man, all I want is you, my security blanket.

You make me feel secure, when I'm chasing you around, hiding my things.

I'm not asking you to accept that I've forgiven why your father left.

I'm preparing you for grief, for when you finally meet, those innocent eyes who believed in love at first sight.

When your old enough to understand, that not everything is in your hands, all those bright neon lights, faded before your eyes.

I'm speaking now, you were once mine when sparks flyed, the story of us when we would never grow up, I was enchanted by your eyes, that were full of surprise, you left me without a goodbye.

You never replied to my letters, or calls, I'd thought it was a bit harsh, we just ran out by the sale by date, you threw it out, it's nothing personal.

Till one day I stopped trying, you saw looking out in the distance, lighting the candles, you never came to see your little girl.

I hope you never find loss, where you're just tethered to a string, you keep pulling until it breaks.

Maybe I'll get your seal of approval that I'm spending my nights with someone new and I'll spend all my days devoted to you.

[peppermint-moss]

Who/what is your biggest inspo for poetry or art?

aagh i dont think i'll ever have one biggest inspo for poetry n art i just have a lot of lads which i like specific things about + those likes are still always ongoing and changing lol (which btw ty for askin bout poetry cause i LOVE it n i never get asked abt poetry hehe)

I have a big ol google doc where i have lines of fav poetry i write down when i come across them (usually when im just scrollin the internets) and atm I've been noticing that a lot of lines i keep enjoying are all by Mary Oliver even tho i've yet to read her collection of poetry!!! so that's on my to-do list C: other poets who's names keep poppin up in that google doc are ocean vuong, richard siken, chen chen and uhh flatsound? they do more music but they've done some spoken word stuff and their songs just feel close enough to the realm of poetry to me u know

Art stuff... lol which medium?? /lh I really like thomas jordan's photography (the COLOURS my DUDE) mmm shelia berger's kinetic sculptures and KICKASS "Bird Show" encaustic paintings (i watched the rlly short like 5 min documentary on her and i was enraptured) Spencer finch has got a lot of cool conceptual art stuff like i think CIE 529 418 (CANDLELIGHT) is rlly cool!! Holly warb and @/vchienart both got some lovely lovely illustrations/paintings with soft beautiful colours... @/emilienunez has some really pretty and elegant yet v cute ceramics!! and @/soonthemoon some really like cute warm n cozy ones... Oof there's so many digital artists i love ;-; and i keep finding new cool lads aghh @catnippackets has such a good grasp on like form n shape if that makes sense?? like drawin people in these rlly fluid poses in like silky lineart aaa i found @milkdudz 's art recently and i LOVE their art style and their cats are just. perfect balance of spiky and soft n very very Cat which is so good @everydaylouie u gotta know louie right ?? how can someone make such lovely 2d and 3d art and music and also know how to code n make lil games. that is too much power for one soul to possess nifty-senpai's art n animations and designs ofc!! are incredible!! and i REALLY love their concepts for what the wc clan territories look like (this moonpool are you kidding me???? gorgeous) @thunderc1an's lineless art style my beloved...... yall clammorin about my lineless art style u GOTTA check out theirs so good (also the everchanging never the same designs for wc characters is so good so freeing so interesting to look at!!) SmallButera's animations omg... literally speechless (also have u seen their series baman piderman?? its so precious it might be on indefinite hiatus im not too sure but its still my favourite thing) chadisms, Riley Ellis, Asha Phaedra and Cherrydusk also got some BANGIN animation skills and o my god this post got so long n theres still so many ppl ive gots to stop and do homework LOL

[twinpeaksrecord]

creatives and pieces i adore

ᓚᘏᗢ xi ( main ig | youtube | pinterest )

slowly but surely building a platform for herself is art student xi. her work is avant-garde and explores womanhood and sexuality in an intimate, sometimes macabre, fashion. and speaking of fashion! xi's distinctive and eclectic style is influenced by vivienne westwood and the characters of the ai yazawa manga nana, in which one of the main characters shares xi's affinity with the british designer. if you want to see more of her fashion taste you can check out her recent paris haul!

another thing that inspires xi are the philosophies surrounding women, notably their bodies. fascinated by the historical comparisons between women and fertile, digestible organic matter in art (pomegranates, in particular), xi's methods and work draw acute focus on different areas of the body, her abstract interpretations of the power they hold and the sensations she ties with them. a great introduction to her artwork is her video displaying her gcse art projects.

being able to read her ideas and see her work progress is inspiring for me as another young creative!! the process behind her work has provoked a profound way of thinking in myself, which i am grateful for as i'm always looking to explore new perceptions of themes i find present in my own life as well as the lives of others that aren't discussed with the openness they deserve.

ᓚᘏᗢ dakota warren ( ig | youtube )

dakota's debut book on sun swallowing (available here!!) is a collection of poetry and prose about girlhood and gore and the devil and sex and a kind of existentialism that is both entirely nihilistic and wholly hedonistic. it's the first book i've ever written in and annotated and it was a great book for me to start with. dakota is fond of the idea of chaos and pure, unfiltered self-expression. the idea of indulging in your self. it's an accumulation of hair ribbons, religious imagery, love's many hues, the trials and tribulations of relationships all glazed in the blood of pomegranates.

"she has quickly cultivated an online presence that is that of a true artist: giving her followers small glimpses into her life but still maintaining an air of allure and mystery around herself." — kaiya shunyata in dakota warren is your new favourite poet.

ᓚᘏᗢ ethel cain ( @mothercain )

gritty and hazy and elegant. ethel makes the perfect music for running to nowhere in particular. you have energy and pain but you don't know where to put it? ethel cain. dealing with fractured relationships? ethel cain.

released a week ago today is her song american teenager. the southern gothic aesthetics of ethel's music and the nostalgia in the lyrics are paired with an audio that elicits the same emotions of teenhood — a warm-coloured memory for some and a fuzzy reality that is hard to decode for many.

ᓚᘏᗢ mitski's stay soft and working for the knife

blood, sexuality and femininity. y'know the triangle that shows how fires need three things to stay lit? well these three things are the triad of themes found in my favourite media texts. mitski's work, to me, is like a museum that doubles as a theatre but if you push down the handle of one of the seats it lowers into a library. she's a storyteller who isn't afraid to show her humanity.

working for the knife is a cynical tale about aging and persona. it's about "being confronted with a world that doesn’t seem to recognize your humanity, and seeing no way out of it." mitski writes of escaping confined identities that you didn't forge for yourself and putting energy you don't have in places you don't want to go.

stay soft was written about "hurt people finding each other, and using sex to make sense of their pain." while being dark and personal, the sound is grungy with an "inviting dance beat." the music video is aggressive and a little gory — a colourful, abstract visual display of the song.

ᓚᘏᗢ andrea arnold's fish tank (2009)

making your way through life alone can be difficult, but for 15 year old mia, it's the only option. her neglectful mother then meets conor o'reilly. this film hurt but it is one of the most visually stunning and powerful films i've ever seen. it's one of the most accurate insights into lower class teen life in britain, particularly into the life of teen girls. fish tank is equal parts beautiful and disturbing. and i think everyone should watch this film.

"encompasses the rage, confusion, horniness, and passion of being a teenager. this film is uncomfortable, gross, and angry yet manages to become one of the rawest coming of age films i've ever seen." — holli on letterboxd.

[fayoftheforest]

Hello! 💡🖤🔔🍙🥒 please! :)

Ask is in reference to this ask game. Thank you for the ask!

💡- What’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

Every now and then I muse to myself about "Through Hell And Back." The premise is that a regular high school AU Kyle, angsting about moving away to college, starts waking up in different AU universes and has no idea why. He has to solve whatever Big Dilemma is going on there before he can move onto the next universe. The themes would be about fear of independence and the unknown, and his main character arc would follow him building up confidence in his ability to adapt and find his feet in new situations. However, the reason I'll probably never write it is because I am fixated on the idea of him waking up in the specific AUs that I've already written (SPC, SIAB, and the upcoming Deny Me And Be Doomed), and I think that would be wayyy too niche to publish to a general audience and expect them all to get the references to my other works. So, for now, it'll just stay right inside my head!

(More answers under the cut :)

🖤 - What is your favourite book/author?

Outside of fandom, my favourite book is The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. It’s an absolutely marvellous, thrilling and heart wrenching story about young boys getting roped into gang violence in the 50s. The author wrote it when she was just 17 and it is generally considered to be the first ever YA novel so it’s a pretty big deal!! But even if you’re not into literary fiction, the charming narrative voice is easy to read and super fun. Inside of fandom, my ultimate respect goes out to our founding fathers Hollycomb and SekritOMG. The sheer quality and quantity of their works will never cease to amaze me. I would walk barefoot across a bed of hot coals just to shake their hands.

🔔 - What compliment meant the most to you regarding your writing? (offline or online)

I don’t generally rank compliments when I get them because they all mean so much to me! But one that has stuck with me was from an Ao3 guest user named “help” who left: “I want this whole story with no details lefr behind tattooed on mh left asscheek” on The Craig Tucker Hate Club. That really meant a lot to me <3

🍙 - What story (fanfiction or published work) had the biggest impact on you?

Again, hard to measure, so I’ll go with the one that I’ve thought about the most after finishing it, which was Herbert Garrison’s Night School For Unwed Fathers. There’s this one bit where Stan asks Kyle if he’s happy, who replies, “Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock,” quoting “some poet.” And that really stuck with me, because I love the idea that there's no such thing as "the meaning of life," and all we can really do is seek out joy in small moments. I used to think about that phrase all the time. "Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock." Then one day I wondered where it first came from, so I looked it up, and learnt that all this time I'd only known half of it. That the full quote is, "Happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock. We were not put on this earth to be happy. We were put here to experience great things." And I was kind of upset, because this whole time I'd been reassuring myself with something that means the total opposite of what I thought. That we do have a purpose, but that purpose is not happiness. But because it was such a habitual thing to repeat to myself, I kept saying it - the right way this time. "Happiness is a dog, sunning itself on a rock. We were not put on this earth to be happy. We were put here to experience great things." And, slowly, I began to find a different kind of comfort in it. It shifted the focus from the source to the emotion. Instead of dismissing pain, the full version addresses the guilt that comes with sadness, the 'Why aren't I happy when I should be?' Because happiness is a dog sunning itself on a rock, that's why. Because that's not who I am. I'm not sure I really believe that anyone put me here, but I think that 'to experience great things' is the closest meaning to life I'll ever accept. To experience great sadness. To experience great anger. To experience great joy. To experience great embarrassment after monologuing in some silly Tumblr ask game.

🥒 - What is a writing style/AU/trope you would like to try out?

I’d like to try writing in a more literary fiction style. I don’t do it often because it’s still quite challenging to me and requires a lot of heavy editing and rewrites, but I enjoy the depth that kind of language brings. My first fic for K2 week, “Pushing Up Daisies,” is in a somewhat literary style, so I hope people will enjoy that when it comes out on September 1st! Some upcoming AUs in K2 week that I’m going to try out are a western AU (day 3), a soulmate AU (day 4) and a SOT au (day 5)! Very much looking forward to writing them :)

Thanks again for your ask!

[besidethedyingfire]

I usually try to all RO/poly routes because I want to explore and experience everything written, that being said I'll probably have a RO I prefer the most after I've had the chance to play the demo.

Messina/Murphy: I love ROs that feel a strong sense to protect. Either in verbal or physical altercations. It's endearing and leaves me feeling like they've got my back.

Scenes that reflect or display their protectiveness as per their nature.

If MC got a chance to protect them for a change, or a soft moment when MC makes them feel vulnerable, but not uncomfortable.

Shae: I haven't encountered an IF where the RO is silent or mute, and I love this concept! For me, it makes all other interactions with them more profound, since I give very little credit to whatever people say. Actions speak louder than words after all.

Honestly, I just really look forward to see everything because the circumstances to me is new. I remember reading an ask about how they like to listen to MC talking or even ranting, but that got me thinking about moments of comfortable silence.

I'd love to see an MC that would sing for Shae.

Lucas: Hear me out... I'm a hopeless romantic and you had me at 'poet'. It's unfair.

The feeling I got from his character introduction is that he's a mystery or a puzzle I have to solve, yet some of that dissipated (not in a negative way) when I found out he's a home-maker and ridiculously bad at it! I'm thinking his route will be very funny.

If he's a theif or a liar, I would love the interaction between him and a 'honest to the point they'd never lie, innocent and pure' MC.

I wonder if we would get the chance to catch him in an attempted theft or lie. Especially if he lies, like catching a tread and slowly undoing the tangled mess of yarn to discover what it is he's hiding from by lieing.

This has been ramblings by Lei, thank you for listening and stay tuned until next time I get carried away. 😂

i think ‘ramblings by Lei’ is my new favourite thing— thank you for that,, i loove hearing ur thoughts <3