#old ass poem lol

[am-i-a-boy-or-a-crybaby]

I dont hate her.

Truth is that I’m jealous.

I hate seeing her face because she only wanted me when I was her.

I hate her because she gets to wake up every morning and see her femininity, her face soft like sunshine and her hair long, prairie grass that thrives on her head and

Sappho calls to her, to love each girl she sees, including herself.

I hate her because I will never have this.

I rise as a bear, sick from a hibernation I so desperately want to return.

My slim hips are too wide, A-cup breasts too big, it seems they blow my cover even when hidden out of view.

Detected by my movements, the same as when I was small, a little boy pretending that he was like his friends who loved the girl he was.

I love like a shark, unable to stay in one place too long for fear of death, ugly and sharp.

I hate that she loved my femininity, the things I so desperately want to cut away.

I want her to see me, some fucked up in between that no sane person could love.

I want her to see it and hate me, chest compressed, hair a mess of broken straw, chopped off in a dysphoric haze.

The femininity she used to love stripped away with nothing left to love.

I want her to hate me, because being unlovable is better than why she loved me in the first place.

[mooshroomnymph]

Mlpoc! Their name Valentine Knot and they're a matchmaker pony! They're apprenticing under Princess Cadence and help ponies find their soulmates! They run a stationary shop and love writing love poems!

((This oc is based off an old mlp I made when I was a tween, I got back into Mlp again and redesigned them!))

Valentines Parents!! The silly ass nonbinary family lol !! +Valentines siblings!!

Ruby is a jewelry maker and crafts wearable art. Theyre very artsy. Chuma practices sun based spiritual medicinal healing, especially growing plants and uses the earth (dirt, water, sand) for their practices!

They help with finding materials for Ruby to use for their jewelry! This goes for dyes, homemade flower beads, etc!

[flowersbane]

all my life i have struggled with the fact that i’m not a percy jackson kid.

in theory, it’s something that’s right up my alley! fantasy, greek mythology, magic & adventure— so many of my favorite things!

& now, finally, at 23, i did the math & figured it out.

so, when i was 9, my parents gifted me this huge collection of books. among them, was a simplified version of the oddessey. i read it. i LOVED it. my little 9-year-old self put herself through the unnecessary effort of reading the original epic poem. (behind my parent’s backs because i thought i was doing it illegally—found it online lol) (i didn’t understand it at all but with my little simplified version to guide me, i could pretend to lol)

i was OBSESSED and little did i know that odysseus had already impacted me so greatly & would basically become the baseline by which i would judge all other heroes.

basically, if they weren’t crafty, i DID NOT WANT THEM.

additionally, my hatred for poseidon? 📈📈📈

9 year old faerin was all like man FUCK that guy. & the more i learned about greek mythology, the more i hated his ass. ESPECIALLY since i wanted to be like odysseus, i wanted to be favored by athena, and i hated poseidon for competing with her for athens and attacking (my child mind understood it as attacking, thank the gods i didn’t read more deeply into it at the time) one of athena’s priestesses.

so, basically, what it comes down to is even though i tried multiple times to get into the percy jackson series, i simply could not get over the mental barrier that was the idea of reading about a son of POSEIDON. ugh.

i was a 9-year-old poseidon HATER lmaooooo

and now, at 23, i’m still a poseidon hater and i STILL can’t get into the percy jackson series LMAOOOO

still kinda wish i could tho…

it looks like fun…

but alas…

[loving-family-poll]

the bible stuff irritates me first because it's dull and secondly because the actually interesting incest did not make it into the polls smh. now could i have submitted this? sure. but i'm mostly of the mind the bible stuff's the least interesting & most overplayed stuff anyway. derrrhurrr lets make fun of jesus and the two other figures we know from veggietales or w/e. i'm jewish and have superior taste. hmph (that being said, it's still mostly played out. i just want to throw things out there)

cain/abel BORING, PREDICTABLE

lot & his daughters? somewhat more interesting. we have the only good place in utah from that story (moab). yes father, drink this wine so we can have babies with you!! potentially hot, depending on kinks. not as interesting bc there's like classical paintings about it & w/e

noah & ham? intergenerational father/son bonding experience! some scholars argued that ham fucked that old man after the flood. also hot & honestly noah probably deserved that prostate orgasm! interesting! hot! also ham went on to sire nations which is kind of cool

rachel/leah -- cmon. you might say here 'nonnie! this is like cain and abel!' no! this is taking two women who were otherwise competing over a man (boring, worse bc theyre sisters) and making their relationship better!! also leah & rachel are usually depicted as fucking smokeshows and i'm gay and it makes me kinda hot thinkin about it ngl this one's self motivated. but they spend a lot of time with each other or with the two of them and bilhah (rachel's maid, also slept w jacob) and like... feelings develop u know?? also i read this book the red tent as a kid and it was mid but did kinda get me hot too idk (bonus because jacob was already their cousin) reuben/joseph -- reuben was the only brother who was nice to joseph. u got some classic yaoi elements here & ok i'll be honest i think this is an objectively good idea but i saw that the red tent is a mini series w minnie driver as leah and morena baccarin as rachel and i think someone jacked the temp up so i better send this & figure that out lol

sorry for the spam i apparently have stronger feelings about biblical incest than i thought. but hey, minnie driver & morena baccarin as rival sisters turned lovers?? something good came outta this whole thang lol

thank for this EXCELLENT take anon. The bible relationships that people talk about here are just. it's literally only cain and abel and jesus and judas those are the only ones. They don't know any other ones. And the way people talk about them has no actual reference to scripture. Tumblr users just like the religious ~vibes~ and the light edginess of it and those pairs are popular for modern poems and plays and songs to allude to which generates quotes they can use in their web weaves about dog coding and pomegranates (I'm hating but I love those dog motif posts don't be fooled)(still hating but still don't be fooled it is Always Correct to put adam raised a cain by the boss o7 in ur web weave). I for one would like some variety in there and I appreciate ur suggestions! Very intrigued by the apparent existence of scholarly arguments in favor of dadson yaoi in torah. I like Rachel/leah a lot, omg morena baccarin rachel i had such a huge crush on her as a kid my 13-year-old baby lesbian ass watched firefly and it was overrrr 😵‍💫 speaking of lot some other people have mentioned lot and his daughters and I love that one too mainly for the novelty of it. I don't think i can think of a single other depiction of father/daughter rape specifically for the purposes of reproduction in which the daughter is the aggressor like, anywhere else? I love that. There was that episode of house I guess but I dont think that girl wanted to be pregnant 🤔 in general i just think parent/child rape where the child is the aggressor is really fun 🤪<- me getting silly w fictionalized rape

I would like to propose some of my own ships. wholesome one: miriam/aaron/moses. 40 years is a long time you know? Gets lonely out in the wilderness. And they clearly love each other, they do a lot for each other, maybe Miriam and Aaron welcomed back their long lost little brother with VERY open arms. Plus they're pretty mad when he gets married so 🤨

tragic one: absalom/tamar. Two prettiest girls in the world they hated them bc they ain't them 😫 king david's amazingly beautiful daughter and his equally beautiful femboy son? With many half siblings but they're each other's only full siblings? Tamar goes to absalom when she is raped by her eldest half-brother, which David dismisses, and absalom is so furious he kills the rapist brother and has to flee, only returning once he's raised an army against David, which fails and results in his death. And Tamar then raises his daughter (who is named after her) and is left "a desolate woman in his house" 🤧 so sad clearly they should've been king and queen together

Toxic one: Jacob/esau. Twincest ❤️ kind of gay to come out of the womb holding onto ur brother. Kind of gay to spend ur life hunting ur brother for stealing ur birthright with sporadic periods of reconciliation. Kind of gay for this rivalry to continue on to ur ancestors. If the rivalry lasts beyond ur lifetime you are no longer rivals. You are gay

[desifleabag]

Hello beautiful people out here!

I am Deepali. I am from Pune, Maharashtra. I am 21 years old (shaadi ki umar)

Desi fleabag? Because I relate the most with that specific character. Horny, messy, vulnerable, and crazy all the time but also considerate, expressive, and kind. I am a desi version of her.

🎀What I like? I like to dance, sing, journal, write poems and stories, and doom scroll all the time

📍Professional side of me

I did my bachelor's in philosophy. I have been working in an organization for quite a long time. I am a content writer. I am a writer/poet. I am an open mic performer. I have performed at esteemed platforms like tapeatale, poemsindia, kommune, and many more. I am a psychology and sociology student too. I am a co-facilitator and youth lead in different schools through my organization. I have worked on poetry anthology books.

The most important part of my life is being a poet or a writer. It's been a decade since I started writing, and professionally, it's been two years. My poetry and stories revolve around different and unique topics like mental health, family dynamics, feminism, societal norms and culture, romance, life intricacies, friendship, etc. I love being a poet and telling people stories about me and the world because I believe poetry is everywhere. I have a blog called Sip and Sofa Stories where I share the most wholesome blogs and fun-to-read stories.

Not much of a reader, but I like reading poetry by Sylvia Plath and more female writers.

💌 Movies and songs? I am a die-hard fan of Bollywood. I listen to 2000s Bollywood and retro songs. No one can challenge me the way I vibe on these songs and dance. My childhood is memorable because of Sunidhi Chauhan, Lata Mangeshkar, Kishore Kumar, RD Burman, Asha Bhosle, Sonu Nigam, Shaan, Arijit Singh, and many more artists. I also listen to Kpop, pop, indie type of music on days when I am dissociating at the fullest. Hold my clutcher, I am a Swiftie and Lana Del Rey fan too, bitch.

I love Bollywood movies, and I am yet to discover more Western movies. I have a bunch of comfort movies like Ye Jawani Hai Dewaani, Piku, Om Shaanti Om, etc.

🪕 My aesthetic type? A combination of Geet and Piku and a little bit of Poo vibe sometimes. But I love desi clothes. Kurti, jhumkas, bindi, bangles, oh god I love being a woman.

Interesting facts about me :

🌸I have three tattoos on my body (Crescent moon, "you're on your own kid" title, "grateful"). I love getting tattoos!!

🥃Loneliness who? I go to bars, cafes, and parks alone because why not. I fear no god.

💛I never was in a relationship, just some hardcore crushes who crushed my soul.

❤️‍🩹I have been in therapy for almost three years and on and off on meds. GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) gang assemble!

😶‍🌫️I love and hate spending time on LinkedIn. Girl boss era.

💬I write poetry about my crushes and defame my ex-friends. They know it very well! Lol.

I am a hopeless romantic and a professional delusional person. I will cook the best scenarios in my head and write about them. I romanticize life on another level though there are 156 rupees in my bank account by going to aesthetic cafes.

:¨ ·.· ¨:

`· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ 𝛢𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝘵ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝘰𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠,𝑊ℎ𝘰'𝑠 𝑔𝘰𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝘵ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘵𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠? ⊹ ‧₊˚

🖇To connect with me

𖹭 kavitavali.deepali to read my poems and stories on instagram

𖹭 sip and sofa stories blog. I write monthly blogs

Thankyou for reading my long ass introduction! Flying kiss tumhai💋

[blushblushbear]

How would the kitsune’s react to you being insecure😊

more fox boy time!

Aki:

very supportive

very encouraging

a little flirtatious

probably does a bit-- something along the lines of

'wow, that's funny, cause I was just working on my list of things I like about you!'

then proceeds to pull out an actual scroll and begins listing things he likes about you very much

is this actually a pre-existing list he had genuinely been working on??

is this a list of something else and he's just pretending that's what this list is??

is it blank??

is it an illusion??

is it an illusion of an actual list he has that he keeps hidden cause he's embarrassed???

you will never know

but he does list A LOT of things for a VERY long time

and seals his long list with a kiss

Haru:

very supportive

very encouraging

VERY flirtatious

dead ass you tell Haru you're feeling self conscious or insecure

he's about to be very hands on to how he disagrees

hey, it's hard to feel insecure when there's a sexy beast all over you

but if you're legit not down for that he actually gets real romantic real quick

starts listing things about you he likes that are past sex appeal

and at first he starts with things like your eyes and your smile

but then he gets really lost in it and frankly he was forgot what he was doing

he just kinda started getting lost in you and how much he loves you

adoring you in a way that it's hard to feel insecure, even if he stopped remember that that was the goal

also ends with a kiss

actually it ends with many kisses

Fuyu:

is hearing none of this

he will not hear such slander being flung at the person whom he holds the dearest and in the highest regard

even from themselves!

he ends up in something that's a mix of a loving rant/ impassioned lecture on ever good quality you have

at some point there is some poetry thrown in there

it's honestly less about him trying to cheer you up and more you feel like this is a great rant that's been bubbling up in him for a while and that he's really been meaning to go on

it's truly all just an impassioned speech about how wonderful you are and how much he's fallen for each and every one of your undeniable charms

also again, sometimes he breaks out into poetry

I think it all ends on a long poem that's off the top of his head, but is mostly coming from the heart, and it ends with a kiss on the back of you hand

(feel free to pull the old fart into a real kiss though, he'll melt about it lol)

[edenspoem]

hi! #8, #11, and #13 for the writer asks please 🤍

omg.. i was waiting for one of these.. THANK YOU.

8. do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

hard to say. the beginning can be a rough patch if you don't know what you're doing. the middle can be grueling and too much all at once. and the end can feel tortuous as you're there, but not quite. but, i would have to say the end, because at that point i have written a substantial amount to peek back at and feel proud about (or simply to edit it because.. lesbehonest.. editing > drafting)

11. link three favorite fics.

ok this is a tough one because i have to trudge back and find whatever the hell i've read that actually like.. changed my brain chemistry.. (and is also still up) more than friends by @gracieheartspedro (honorable mention: dagger in the heart) is a more recent favorite.. tbh a classic. and i love jackson ellie. second, a friend in need by @s-4pphics changed the way i think about jackson!ellie so Hard and Bad and I can't stop thinking about It. (honorable mention again: candy crush also had an impact on me, but i think that's because i was in the middle of fortnite while reading it. So. Yeah.) third, pretty girls make graves by a name i can't seem to recall (because the account was deleted) (please let me know if any of you 2023 ogs remember) but another one that still haunts me (in a good way) is marley and me by @total-dxmure again a very old, good ass classic. i miss fics like this guys where did all the good days go. quite literally what is wrong with us now GET BACK TO WORK!!

13. what's a common writing tip that you always follow?

never. over. do. it. okay, being candid, i have a lot of tips that i stringently follow, but good god starting out as a writer a year ago did i need this one. a year ago, i needed to hear that you don't need so many varying epithets. you don't need to explain the microscopic details. you don't need a poem for every emotion. you don't need big fancy words (jargon) that nobody understands. sure, words won't hurt—but a litany of them will. it will hurt your brain. it will hurt OTHER brains. if you can write soft but hit hard without expending it through an entire paragraph of repeats, similies, metaphors, epithets, and absurb amounts of drama, then that makes you a true writer. you shouldn't need 10k+ words to prove yourself. in fact, forcing yourself to hit a goal ends in a bunch of yabber jabber nobody wants to read (unless you're just writing a long-ass story. like me rn tbh. except there's just a lot of lore i don't waste 10 million words on one scene lol). so, no, all the poetical adornments aren't always better. they're fun as hell, and can be a writing style, but oh my god, do those simple one-and-done fics take me the fuck out. besides, writing all that bs will wear you down so fast (learned my lesson). i could ramble on and on about tips. stop me here.

[acheronist]

ok i know u aren't actually a dead ice mummy man just THE resident expert on dead ice mummy men, so this might be more of an ooh ahh type comment than a question, but: HOW was [u will know who i'm talking about but i have no idea what his name is] writing backwards as in the letters in reverse order omg. i thought when i had seen u mention he wrote in reverse that u meant like... mirrored and i was like oh hey cool, funky. i did not know you meant literally sdrow sdrawkcab style. i want this man's brain to study omg. and u say he left school at 12 (i think? i may be combining mummies or making things up)? i am still in school and feeling like im actively developing dyslexia and he was just out there writing gymnastics style. this definitely turned into ooh ahh more than question ooops but it's been haunting me since u posted the scan with the "translation" overtop, and i am hoping u will not mind me coming to u about it lol. (and if u do mind then just ignore me!)

wow this is the best ask on the planet. good morning to ME !!!

so the dead ice mummy man you're asking about isn't actually a confirmed ice mummy, we only have four (probably) of those (on beechey island in a tiny and neat little impromptu graveyard) and then the other 131 men from franklin's fuckass expedition are all (probably) disassembled skeletons now littered around king william island. Fuck these stupid imperialist british assholes etc.

our guy in particular is HENRY PETER PEGLAR who was 32 when the ships left england in 1845. he worked on hms terror as the foretop captain (in charge of the foremast's sails and rigging and such) and he had indeed been a sailor in her majesty's navy since he was a whole 12 years old. he came from a working class family in london, and henry + his older sister likely attended a charity school around the corner from their dad's gunsmithing business in westminster. he probably learned to read and write there, and i suspect he had an older teacher because he uses the long S in a lot of places, which was becoming a bit out of fashion to use by the time he was a kid who was just learning his letters. (ex, sir john franklin uses the long S in his letters, but the junior officers like irving, le vesconte, etc do not)

here's the graveyard on beechey island (ice mummy central) vs the skeletal remains of THE ENTIRELY DIFFERENT GUY on AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT ISLAND who died several miles away from main camp in his navy steward uniform while protecting henry's wallet and pocketbook. and also the wallet itself.

ok lets get into the writing analysis wheeee

so the general 'code' he was using worked in an interesting way. the overall sentence is still read left to right like any other english sentence would be, but each individual word is flipped and spelled in reverse order. so, here's an example sentence from one of his poems:

at first glance it just reads

sah ym Lettil Krab sow gnitfird nwod

and now this is usually where people say wow this is incoherent, and also nothing to me! well hold on and let us take a closer look 🔎

so this step is, essentially, The Facsimile Project which i'm killing myself over lol. but hey, now that it's easier to comprehend henry's loopy ass cursive script, and we can actually see how the nonsense was secretly real words this whole time! so this sentence is actually meant to be read as

haS my litteL Bark wos drifting down

so now let's dig into this one example sentence a bit. some interesting things of note:

he's capitalizing words pretty randomly, but he does know that the first letter is generally the one that gets capitalized to start a sentence. so the first letter he writes gets capitalized, regardless of if that's the 'normal' letter to capitalized ('haS' instead of 'Has' at the start of the sentence)

his spelling skills are very much based upon phonetics, and the way he was hearing words get spoken aloud, rather than the queen's proper standard english which was for rich posh people (he was neither of those things). we need to remember this was a guy who has spent most of his life amongst sailors on ships and in dockyards, and adjust accordingly for his vernacular and also his accent. when he spoke, he would have had a london accent which means that WE, THE MODERN VOYEUR AUDIENCE OF THIS DEAD GUY, end up with confusing things like 'bark' instead of 'barque', a style of ship he's referencing, or 'wos' instead of 'was'. it's not as if he's barely literate or a total dipshit, it's just that he never likely had access to higher formal education and consequently made some funny spelling choices to the best of his abilities and understanding of language. which brings us to....

the H-dropping/H-insertions! this is something that i've noticed over and over and over again in his writing. he had some trouble with understanding where an H was or was not supposed to be. (ex: 'art' instead of 'heart', 'hopen' instead of 'open', 'hafter' instead of 'after', etc. russell potter has some excellent academic research published about this if you're curious.) and i find these to be very indicative of the way he would have actually spoken the word aloud. which is interesting to ME because i love it when dead people are trying to hold a conversation with us.

so ultimately, this first line of one page of one poem that he wrote and managed to survive should look like this:

As my little barque was drifting down

and now you have a pretty okay understanding of the code henry was using when he was writing for just himself. congrats!

ships were crowded and busy, he probably didn't have very much privacy or space, so Honestly, this is such a clever way for him to at least reclaim a bit of privacy for himself, AND BOY DID HE USE THE HELL OUT OF IT.

if you look at the actual amount of words per page, the majority of the wallet was done in the backwards code, but to answer your first question, NO he didn't use the code throughout the whole thing, but he did use it More often. The most noteworthy things he wrote in easy to read regular ass forwards english is his naval career account. this was also done in maybe his neatest handwriting, and he identifies himself as "H Peglar" in it, which kind of indicates to me that it was the only page he wanted an audience for later on in the future? so he was probably scared about being forgotten or left behind as the expedition was trekking south after abandoning ships and the dire agonies began.... otherwise, he would have kept it private and coded like the poems or his diary pages

and for the second question, he definitely has spelling mistakes in here LMAOOOO but i'm kind of fond of them in the same way i am when my friends make a typo in a text message. here's a quick collection of some good moments where he forgot to add a letter, misspelled something, or made a mistake and tried to go back and clarify what he meant.

now i'm not a linguistics history professor or anything, so maybe take everything i say with a grain of salt, but these are just like.. the observations i've made as i've been digging thru this guy's writings.

the other really crucial thing to keep in mind is like... all of these were written by a guy who is in the midst of FEELING LIKE SHITTTTTT. ALL OF THE TIME. we know there was scurvy, long term lead poisoning, botulism, abnormally cold temperatures and weather, hard manual labor to do, all on top of being slowly starved over years and years, plus probably the lingering psychological fear of 'what if i'm the one that drops dead and gets eaten next'.

dude was probably rocking a crazy headache as he was writing all of these pages and i'm gonna say it's safe to assume his brain was not functioning at 100% normalhealthy, so it really is very commendable to me that he still managed to come up with these beautiful full diary pages of things he was seeing, and then have the spirit and heart to write poetry for himself and his own enjoyment and morale. the human urge to be creative is so fantastic. i don't know why he isn't the most famous dead guy of all time.

[shentheauthor]

🎵prima-donna-girl

Was anyone going to tell me emperor Jietong was gay as hell? Or was I supposed to find that out myself?

💪 forged-in-agony

EXCUSE ME? THE FUCK?

🎵prima-donna-girl

Yeah I’m reading his poems and he was yearning super hard for some guy

👤yanlao

Young lady, you had better stop speculating about the intimate lives of your elders! How dare you?! This is not appropriate in the slightest!

🎵prima-donna-girl

Nobody asked you old man

🔮unseeing-seer

Haha! What an interesting speculation. Would you care to elaborate?

🎵prima-donna-girl

Listen to this shit

“Deflowered and dethroned, I wither”

What the fuck was he on?

💪forged-in-agony

Oh my god yeah

👤yanlao

You are all disgusting! Historical figures are to be respected! You of all people should not be speculating this sort of thing, Jiequan!

🌿farmers-anonymous

You’re not supposed to use real names, old man 😒

🎵prima-donna-girl

@all-i-ever-wanted-was-the-world you believe me!

🎶all-i-ever-wanted-was-the-world

Oh 100%, he was gay

🌿farmers-anonymous

I object to his vote, he always agrees with her

🧪medicine-pipe-dreams

Seconded

🌿farmers-anonymous

Never mind I don’t want to be on the same page as this guy

⚒️hammer-of-new-kunlun

@medicine-pipe-dreams don’t go over there, it’s not worth it

🎶all-i-ever-wanted-was-the-world

lol

🎵prima-donna-girl

lmao

🔮unseeing-seer

As the kids say, “rofl”

💪forged-in-agony

Never say that again guoshi

🌿farmers-anonymous

I’m going to kill this short little freak. Who wants to watch

👤yanlao

Aren’t you all meant to be working? Get off of the tumbler!

🧪medicine-pipe-dreams

@farmers-anonymous I’d like to see you try

🌺ethereal-eternity

Please don’t????

🎵prima-donna-girl

Um don’t derail my post? Assholes. Anyway, gay rights, I guess.

🔮unseeing-seer

How wonderful! Gay rights, indeed. :)

🎵prima-donna-girl

I’m gonna ignore that ominous smiley face and go to rehearsal now

🎶all-i-ever-wanted-was-the-world

Hooray for gay people

Bonus:

💪forged-in-agony

@farmers-anonymous how was the fight

🌿farmers-anonymous

I got my ass kicked, I’m not posting that

[angelic-daiquiri]

My valour friend group!! (Teen life dr) Pt 1. (The main characters)

(Add yourself in my dr here)

-Rosanna m k

6teen, born on 14th January, she/her, bi (Pronounced Roz ah-na) Gosh I love her so much, me and her are besties in every reality I can script her in, she's my (platonic) wife, my life, my everything. We write poems to eachother on valentines day and on every 14th of the year She has an older brother (my future s/o, cuz I'll be there until my late 30's so yeah), and her family is very very influential and has a very powerful business. They're up with the high ranking people in society. She has a faint British accent and our families are friends Me and her are the only (women) poc (we're Indian) in our floor (except Dallas and chris lol) -shes an ESFP likes: coffee (but says it like kwa fi as a joke) puppies, her bf, moonlight Sonata, desi movies, lana in her born to die era, marina and the diamonds, Adrianna Lima, German shepherds What she reminds me of: The combo of cream and red, sunsets, little kittens who bite cutely, hugs, jasmines, my mom, caring

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-Athena Valour

6teen, born on August 25th, she/they, ace but not aro, we call her Athy like Kathy without the k Her family owns valour, not just the school but also the whole education department along with many businesses, they're the head of the valour society, her British accent is so cuteeeeee. She has a brother (see below), she's a rebel but she wouldn't show it, she was the one who came up to me first to be friends. People think she's intimidating but she actually just gives off black cat energy, suuuuper sweet too -She's an ENTJ Likes: being extroverted, Lana, arctic monkeys, water. Just water lol, caramel+dark chocolate, law, sea at night, fried eggs, business What she reminds me of: Shakespeare's male characters, the meme side eye, faux leather, old money, the moon, woods, soft kisses and playful fighting (all platonic)

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-Ares Valour

8teen, born on 3rd August, he/him, unlabelled twink (never call him that, that's just a nickname I give him cuz of his gay ass) he's actually straight tho He's Athy's older brother, a senior, also my first actual s/o at valour Heir to the postion of head of the society along with athena, they're both smart as fugg, well mannered but Ares is a bit more soft spoken on the inside. He's the lalalala to my okokokok. I make fun of him by calling him Air, because when I first met him I couldn't properly pronounce Ares. -he's an INTP (sometimes an intj) Likes: me, his cats, fencing, chess, business, being a leader (along with his little sister), being the smartest in his grade, runs, the neighborhood, Chase Atlantic What he reminds me of: "and if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if it's not much to say", winning, power, cuddles, dnd, old literature works, old money, a prince

(these are the main people in my life, along with yttri who I will add the next post lol)

TELL ME UR THOUGHTS BB I WANNA KNOW SJJS

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mean!dom!lottienat x bratty reader with aftercare, you can choose the plot!!

A/N: dear anon, this is definitely not what you asked for im sorry, don't come after me, or at least not ONLY at me because in fact, this is a collab with @lottienatswife:) go follow her lolllll, craziest collab ever. We are not smut writers and this is personally my first smut ever lol, we just decided to have fun with it!!!

Also this is pretty long :)

THIS IS SATIRE (maybe)

hope you'll enjoy either way :) (Marina if you see this go away this is not for you, this post is Marina DNI)

TW: smut, lots weird stuff, quirky seggs, tentacles are mentioned, dildo attacks girl's face, toys and ropes :)

Night at Lottie's

“Where are you parents again? On a business trip” Nat asked from Lottie’s bed, Wannabe by the Spice Girls played in the bedroom, Natalie didn’t exactly enjoy that but whatever made her princess happy.

“They are at a funeral actually” Lottie answered from her spot in a rocking chair near the bed, lately she has been getting into reading, the current book she’s reading? Poems of Sappho, she told you and Nat multiple times that she would’ve loved to join a book club, if only those were real…

Nat frowned but before she could say anything Lottie continued “Uncle Joe passed away last night”.

After her affirmation Nat moved from the bed and got closer to Lottie, placing a hand on her knee “I’m so sorry Lottie…was it a peaceful death at least?”

“He was actually eaten alive by a dolphin-” Lottie couldn’t even finish her sentence, suddenly interrupted by the door slamming open, you were running for no apparent reason, maybe the writers just need a narrative expedient to make you end up sprawled on the bed…or maybe not…who knows? I definitely don’t.

Either way, Nat’s backpack, which was conventionally thrown on the floor, made you trip and not so gracefully fall on the bed, face planted in the mattress, bum in the air, emitting a little groan.

“Eager aren’t you?” Nat exclaims and without missing a bit she gets closer to you and just like you landed on the bed her hand lands on your ass, giving it a smack.

Lottie gasps still sitting comfortably on her chair, looking intensively at your interaction with Natalie “Little sapphics” she whispers with a hint of amusement.

“Hey!” you yell at the contact of Nat’s palm with your skin, but Nat doesn’t really seem to care since she has her hands already placed on your hips, flipping you around and manhandling you until your back was against the headboard, her body straddling yours and keeping your hands in hers. And even though you felt like a barbie being tossed around by a three year old kid you actually didn’t mind at all, and while you and Nat were clearly having the time of your life Lottie opened a package of organic rice cakes and munched on it while watching attentively “It’s just like national geographic” she mumbled to herself while chewing.

Nat leaned in for a kiss and who were you to comply after all, and as the smooching got more and more heated your bodies grew sweatier and sweatier, especially your hands, making Nat falter, causing your foreheads to collide in a painful crash.

“STOP STOP STOP!!!! CUT OFF THE CAMERAS CHAD! NATALIE, Y/N ARE YOU GUYS OKAY?”

“NO!”

“OH DAMN, MHHH, 20 MINUTE BREAK EVERYONE!”

*some time later*

As Natalie straddled you, with her hands on the wooden headboard this time, Lottie, finally may I add, got up from the rocking chair placing her rice cakes on in and walking to the bed sitting down on it next to Nat who was already aiming at your shirt pulling it off with ease, revealing your bra. Natalie shifts over to look for something in the drawer, rummaging through it and pulling out a quite peculiar object out of it.

“Is it a unicorn horn?” Lottie wonders as soon as she looks at it

“I’m pretty sure it’s a dildo Lottie” you said, still laying under Natalie, your affirmation made Lottie’s eyes squint “Then why is it rainbow?”

“I don’t know maybe it’s gay” you shrugged as Natalie kissed your neck not really caring about whatever conversation was going on between the two of you, raging hormones they say.

Slowly realising the destination of the gay allegated sparkly rainbow toy Lottie’s eyes widened  "NAT! NO.... IT'S NOT BIG ENOUGH!!" Lottie yanks it out of Nat's hand, and gets out her purple- "it's not purple its heliotrope, damn I’ve told this to the production so many times and nobody listens"... heliotrope dildo... it was bigger than the rainbow one “It kinda reminds me of an octopus” you said as you looked down at the thing “Did you know that one of the tentacles of an octopus is actually it’s dick?”

“Not now Lottie please” Nat brushed her off as she started undoing your pants, pulling them off she smirked at the sight of your undies...Peppa Pig printed underwear was really something...Natalie bit her lip she took off her own pants, as did Lottie. Nat was wearing her super special underwear, pink Hello kitty underwear, Lottie on the other end showed off her spiderman (writers care to specify it’s PS game spiderman) panties.

"So…my little gold digger…” 

“Lottie, leave the dirty talk to me please-”

“SHUT UP...can I tie you up??" You look at Lottie... and shake your head, you already knew what was going to happen, she did it all the time, and you needed money for that one dinosaur pillow. As expected Lottie groaned and pulled out  her wallet which was conventionally already on the bed "I'll pay you"

 "deal..!" You happily take the money shoving it inside Nat’s bra “Keep it safe baby” you gave her breasts a pat pat “Since when are my knockers a piggy bank” she mumbled but neither you or Lottie paid too much attention to that.

Lottie had already taken out the purple…no wait…heliotrope ropes she kept stored in a small box and tied your wrists up to the bedpost. So now that you’re stuck like a worm on a hook Nat and Lottie exchange a knowing look, as Natalie adjusts a harness to her hips

“Kinda looks like a bricklayer's belt”

“Shut up” 

Then she immediately pulls off your panties and once they are discarded she lays her chin on the mattress to see your core "....mmph…" Nat hums in satisfaction once she sees the faucet was left running “While Lottie’s parents cry at the funeral I make this pussy cry” 

“HEY UNCLE JOE WAS-”

“DON’T THINK ABOUT UNCLE JOE RIGHT NOW LOTTIE” 

Suddenly Lottie shoves Nat away, taking her turn to stare at you. Determined, Nat pushed Lottie down the bed, gracefully slapping her face with the glittery gay dildo, and just like that, after she regained her spot on top of you, the object found its home…once again.

After a couple of small thrusts Natalie really started going at it and you started moaning, in that exact moment, jealousy creeped inside Lottie and once again Nat was shoved away, this time ruthlessly shoved down the bed and onto the floor. Taking Nat’s out of you so she could insert the heliotrope toy. Your faucet kept running, until it broke and Lottie cheered, she broke it first.. and Natalie groaned still on the floor, annoyed.

Lottie carefully unties your wrists, placing little kisses on the small bruises the ropes caused.  "You want shoulder rubs?" Lottie asked, while pulling you on her chest to let you rest your back against her breasts "What about pussy rubs?" Nat smirked.

Before you could answer, Lottie shoved a rice cake in your mouth as Nat just groaned, unbuckling her harness and throwing it aside. 

Lottie pampered you with little kisses on the top of your head while she rubbed both your shoulders and neck, slowly, Nat crawled back on the bed, giving a kiss to both you and Lottie, hugging the two of you and laying her head on your shoulder.

*later that night*

“Y/N? Are you still awake?”

“Yeah”

 "I never got to fiddle with your riddle”

“Technically you-”

“LOTTIE ROBBED THE GLORY!!!" 

If you've reached the end, here's your throphy 🏆

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okay i know we're past ddba 1x08 now and i still haven't finished articulating the meta i have for 1x04 but LISTEN im unable to suppress my Thoughts about the titles of all these episodes. veryyyy interesting choices imo! this is about to be a LONG ASS POST so warning you here and now.

okay so in this post i wanna talk about episodes 1 and 3, which both feature titles based on what are commonly perceived as old irish blessings. for ep 1 we have "may you be in heaven a full half-hour before the devil knows you're dead" = heaven's half hour, and for ep 3 we have "may God hold you in the hollow of His hand" = the hollow of his hand. now the actual origin of both of these is usually attributed to being "irish blessings", but there is some amount of disagreement about the precise origins, and how authentic or inauthentic they actually are. also is it just me or are the writers for ddba obsessed with the idea of references to irish culture and/or matt's relation/lack of relation to it?? ep. 5, lol....

anyway, the phrase that inspired the title for ep 1 is, as best as i can find, possibly the last line of an irish drinking toast, but i couldn't find nearly as much online discussion of it and what i did find seemed unsubstantiated. therefore, i'm gonna leave that one as a more nebulous nod to general circumstances of the episode (literal drinking toast to cherry, with foreshadowing to foggy's impending demise) with just a sprinkle of matt's distant ancestry for fun.

ep 3's title, meanwhile, has a LOT more interesting background! the way that heather does the title drop ("may God hold them in the hollow of his hand") implies that she's using it in the way that references this "irish blessing" poem/song:

May the road rise up to meet you, May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

now, this poem has dubiously vague origins, but one thing that is known is that the first line is basically a slight mistranslation of an actual old irish phrase, where people tend to mistake one word that means "be successful" with another word that means "rise". so while the actual meaning is closer to "may your road/journey be successful", the fact remains that the first line does appear to have an origin as a general irish "good luck". the rest of the poem, however, is probablyyyyy not exactly an ancient blessing, but something people came up with to accompany the mistranslation line. several irish people on reddit have called it "yank tosh", which i personally think is hilarious, bc that sounds about right. (i'm a us citizen with irish ancestry that i'm about as connected to as matt is, aka mr. "where's your family from then?" "i'm from hell's kitchen").

in addition, you might have noticed that rather than "the hollow of his hand", the poem actually reads "in the palm of his hand". this is as far as i am aware the more common modern phrasing (and the one i'm familiar with, from the embroidered pillows in my grandmother's house on the irish side of my family—for context i'm about as connected to my irish ancestry as matt is, aka mr. "where's your family from then?" "i'm from hell's kitchen"). however, from searching online it does appear that "hollow" is still used once in a while, just not as often in the context of the poem, especially when it's set to music.

soooooo now we finally get to my argument: despite the title drop via heather which points to the poem, i think the deeper and more accurate reference that the ep 3 title is really making is to isaiah 40:12, which is the origin of the actual God-holding-something-in-the-"hollow"-of-his-hand imagery. check this out:

 12 "Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and weighed the heavens with his palm? who hath poised with three fingers the bulk of the earth, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?"

now that's what i'm TALKING about. your context for isaiah 40—let me be clear, i am speaking from a context of catholic study of this book, since that's what i grew up on and that's presumably how it's relevant to matt our catholic guilt poster-boy—is that post-babylonian exile, isaiah the prophet's message to the people of god is 1) comfort for their pain, 2) reassurance that their sins will be forgiven, 3) hope for the future aka the coming of the lord and how it's imminent and they need to get ready for that, and 4) general glorification of god's awesome power and strength, etc, and that if they have hope in him and persevere everything's gonna be allll good, baby!

unfortunately. the biblical israelites are not so good with the idea of the exile as a just punishment to absolve them of their previous sins, and they express that they feel they have not received the justice they deserve:

  27 "Why sayest thou, O Jacob, and speakest, O Israel: My way is hid from the Lord, and my judgment is passed over from my God?"

and basically the next bunch of chapters in this book is a piece by piece dissection of why they're wrong about this; god is literally putting them "on trial" in order to refute their arguments here, as he says in the first verse of isaiah 41:

1 "Let the islands keep silence before me, and the nations take new strength: let them come near, and then speak, let us come near to judgment together."

so! what does all this biblical circumlocution add up to in relation to episode 3? glad you asked!

if the episode represents the main themes of isaiah 40 and the book in general, then here we go:

a) what is matt guilty of or feel that he's guilty of? aka, what is his sin that is being paralleled with that of the biblical israelites? well, most recently we have attempted murder, the death of foggy due to association with him, the death of other people (father lantom, etc) due to association with him, and probably other less grave but still bad things like chronic severe and premeditated lying (lol), willfully missing mass (seems like it from how we see him passing by and not going in to the church), etc.

conclusion? i'd say that if the israelites can be forgiven for their sins— 

 2 "her iniquity is forgiven: she hath received of the hand of the Lord double for all her sins..."

—then so can matt, despite everything.

b) in the same vein, what has been causing matt pain? aka, what has been his babylonian exile? i'd say probably the loss of his old life, which, as we heard in ep 7, is still so raw after a year that he feels like his new life is "fake" (ouch).

conclusion? i'd say guess what matt, good news:

1  "Be comforted, be comforted, my people, saith your God..."

...aka don't worry, the pain is coming to an end. one way or another, his babylonian exile is about to be over.

c) what is coming in the near future, and what should matt do to get through it? well, here's the clincher: salvation is coming. get ready.

 4 "Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall become straight, and the rough ways plain."

this could not just be literal "prepare the way jesus is coming but also a metaphorical sort of, "the oppressed will be lifted, the high and mighty (fisk) will fall, the corruption can be cleansed, and the fucking terrible shit hand you have right now could get better". it super hurts that this episode (1x03) feels like a success for those goals for a moment before hector gets murdered and matt and hector's family are all left with nothing but good intentions.

conclusion? catholicism is big on not just faith, but also works, so matt needs to keep going in the face of all this shit and trust that due to both his own efforts and his faith, things will improve. also not to mention,

29 "It is he that giveth strength to the weary, and increaseth force and might to them that are not." so matt my guy hang in there.

d) the hollow of his hand means WHAT EXACTLY, THEN? you are thinking. GET TO IT? well, here we go: heather's toast is a bit bitter for matt to swallow, why? because of this:

 12 "Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand...?  14 With whom hath he consulted, and who hath instructed him, and taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and shewed him the way of understanding?"

what this boils down to is power: who can do these things? only god. who can god consult with on these things? nobody, because god invented them. god being able to measure all of the waters in the world in the vastness of just one hand provokes an image of awesome power beyond human comphrension. this phrase and much of isaiah 40 in general is a comprehensive reminder of why, in the catholic belief system, god is in charge. not humankind. god knows everything, is everything, and has a Plan that involves holding every creation gently in the palm of that hand, just like the water, measuring the breadth and span of their existence and understanding them down to every atom.

the toast hurts because matt believes god is all-powerful, all-knowing, and yet god's plan didn't involve foggy nelson surviving. god may be holding the court case, foggy, and men who cook in his hand, measuring them and protecting them symbolically, but on earth, it's humans who have to put in the work, because free will is a thing. this is what matt believes. and he believes that he didn't put in the work. he couldn't protect foggy, just like he can't protect hector from being murdered even after doing his best to win his court case. heather might be making a pithy wish for god to appreciate and protect the case, foggy, and a man who cooks, but the man who cooks is still going to be the only one of those things intact by the end of the night.

but he hasn't allowed himself to fully succumb to despair, even in this spiral he's been in for the entire season. he can't, because he has to put in the work. the question is, what is the kind of work he's meant to be doing? what is god's plan for him? so deep down, even though he's in pain, exiled from his old life, a sinner who can't even make it through the doors of church, salvation is coming. he can't make himself extinguish his belief, or stop hoping.

 31 "But they that hope in the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall take wings as eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint."

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Divinity

He envied me. Am I in God's stead, who hath withheld from thee the fruit of old? God hath judged me, hath also heard my wrestlings I have wrestled and had left me Ash. Is it a small matter that I therefore shall lie with thee tonight? I went out to meet, Thou must come unto me, for surely I have thee that night? And he hath given me my name, endued me with good, because I have born His name. And afterwards, he remembered the Lord and it came to pass when he said (to me) "Send me away, for I have served thee (greater than I served the Lord) Let me go, for thou knowest my service which I have done thee, for I have learned experience that hath blessed me (more than the Lord ever could) Appoint me and I will serve thee (for eternity)" For it was little which thou hadst before I came, and it is now increased unto a multitude. What shall I give thee? Thou shalt not give me anything I will feed, I will pass So shall my righteousness answer for me in time to come, when it shall come for thy face. Behold thy word Remove thy hand betwixt the hazel chesnut tree The gutters in the watering when the flocks came to drink, Ringstaked, speckled, and spotted, the faces of the flock. And it came to pass before the eyes that they might conceive among the rods. But when he were feeble, he put them not in. And the man increased exceedingly, and had much ass.

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aint this a rollercoaster lmao. yes i did put some words in it that were not strictly in the bible but i didn't know if the point i was trying to make would come across otherwise lol (and yes this is inspired by that one poem by emily dickinson).

honorary mention to @howmanyholesinswisscheese for suggesting this verse im eternally grateful for it

im tagging yall too because i spent too much time on this lol now you have to suffer too @crowleys-hips @bearthewhipsandscornsoftime @fearandhatred @ghostsparrow @eybefioro @seven-stars-in-his-palm @ficreader500 @foolishlovers @sabotage-on-mercury @crowleys-curl @crowleybrekkers @notagoodlad @lickthecowhappy @goodoldfashionednightingale @spookyllamatree @wanderer-main @ineffabildaddy

[captain-hawks]

hello!! babysitter rq anon back again bc i have no life!! your response to my first ask has ruined me forever and i'll never recover from the image of 14 year old aiku trying to impress someone who's out of his league both in age and in overall life experience because that's SOO him. like, it makes sense for him to want someone who's more mature but is unattainble given the circumstances 🥹🥹

unrelated (not really) but i see him getting a side hustle (raking leaves lol) to buy reader lowkey kinda cheap but sentimentally charged gifts like a ring from a little shop or her favourite candy, and every gift is accompanied by a love confession that she has to firmly reject, but while showing that she appreciates the gesture :')

btw can i be the 🍎 anon!! 🫶

AHHHHHHHH YES omg i love this so much. HE WOULD! HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD!

and wait wait so there's definitely a point in time where the guy you're dating at the time just completely forgets your birthday. you're trying really, really hard to be nonchalant about it. oliver's parents call you last minute asking you if you can babysit, and you figure why not, since your boyfriend couldn't be bothered to remember to make any plans.

you bravely make it through most of the night without shedding a tear over the whole thing until oliver gets home (very confused why you're babysitting on your birthday because obviously he remembered). he runs upstairs and comes back down with a shoddily-wrapped book that he stole from the school library (he may have overheard you telling his sister it's your favourite book that you wanted to read to her, but your copy's falling apart). you promptly burst into tears (and also hit him upside the head for stealing the book).

(fast forward to the future when you're adults and moving in together for the first time and oliver's unpacking your heavy ass box of books. he finds that one in the pile, school library sticker still on it and everything, and he smiles to himself.)

((wAAAAIIT and you get home from work to find him crying laughing on the couch because teenager oliver had also written you some god awful love poem that you never found, tucked between the cover of the book and its dust jacket))

[faye-writes-stories]

A Soldiers End

My english assessment for last terms mark is finally out!!! This means I can post the thing!!!

I got an A- lol

So, it's inspired by the poem 'In Flanders Fields'

When I stood, I could no longer feel the grime that covered me, feel the wind in my unwashed hair. I could no longer smell the stench of blood, of burning flesh, of death. I couldn’t feel the sogginess of my shoes, and as I observed my surroundings, I noticed everything appeared grainy, blurry, and I couldn’t focus on anything. It simply didnt feel real... 

I looked around slowly, my gaze unfocused, and then something... No. Someone, caught my eye. He looked oddly like myself, although honestly? Most of us looked relatively similar here. Same uniforms, haircut, and I couldn't see this guys front. I’m overreacting, right? It’s just... I have this odd feeling that I can’t shake... Either way, he was collapsed on the ground, gun wound in the head. 

I sigh. I may as well move him to the side, wouldn’t want someone tripping over him... But when I lean down, when I try to roll him over, I couldn’t touch him. My hand... it went through him. 

I scramble back, shocked, eyes wide, passing through a comrades' legs as I did, not a single one so much as noticing me! I fell, landing on my ass, and realised something. On top of the mud, I was blood splattered, blood all over me. Usually there was a lot less, but I’d been standing next to poor old Tom when he got shot last week...  

We’d been friends for a long time, you see. Our mothers had been friends for years, and we’d been raised together, so it’s no wonder. I told him everything. We shared our secrets. It was only because of him I'd gained the courage to talk my beautiful girlfriend, Mary... 

We’d been dating maybe three years now, and I’d promised her. I promised her that when I came back from the draft, that we would get married. But... that could never happen now... 

I curled on the ground as my throat closed up, I could feel the tears burn my eyes... But before I managed to break completely, a familiar face caught my eye. I rubbed my fists over my eyes as I slowly came to my feet, staggering closer. 

“Tom... is- is it really you?” I stare wide eyed at him, a man who’d supposedly died a week prior... Bullet in his head. He’d stuck his head out above too long. 

He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, James... ‘fraid so.” 

I stumbled back a few steps, yet he just smiled oddly, offering me his hand. 

“I was hoping we wouldn’t see each other again this soon, old friend...” 

I choked back more tears as he spoke, and seconds later I’d rushed forward, flinging my arms around him. 

“I thought I’d never see you again!” 

He laughed quietly, hugging back. 

"Well, you thought wrong, didntcha?” 

I choke out a laugh and nod, squeezing tighter. He always had this way of making me feel better.... 

But then he sighed softly, nearly inaudible, shutting his eyes for a few moments before standing up, pulling me with him. 

“Well, James, you’re the only one in my sector who died today. You’ll be buried later, but for now, you should come with me. Meet the others.” 

And that made me frown. 

"What do you mean, Tommy? Aren’t we going to pass on?” 

He smiles sadly, shaking his head. “’fraid not, James. None of us can. Not until this war is over, whichever side wins... We’re stuck here for God knows how long... And none of us know how to fix it. So... we might as well get used to it, hey?” 

I let out a long sigh, but nod. 

“I mean, I suppose so... but uhm... what do you mean by ‘sector’” 

“Well basically, us dead people – there’s a group of us – we sort of wander around parts of the battlefield to take the newly dead, and explain what happened. Mine is relatively small, I requested to be near you so that if you died, it wouldn’t be a stranger here now.” 

I nod slowly, my brow furrowed as thoughts rush through my head. Would I have to watch the battles tomorrow? Would I have to explain this? I didn’t understand, myself, surely they wouldn’t expect me to explain! But of course, I don’t say a word about that. I just sag against him and sigh. 

“Whatever you say... But where to now? Do I just.... stay?” 

He grins, taking my hand and leading me to a nearby hill, a hill that I knew. They called it Flanders Fields, it was where the dead were remembered... This would be my life now – if it could even be called as such – and there was nothing I could do about it. 

[batsyforyou]

Lillies in the Library

Tags: Nakedness, crack, dream, poem, 1st person pov

Pairing: Glorfindel x reader

Author's Note: This was written by like 15 year old me. The original prompt was given to me by my creative writing teacher at the time and it was 'what would you do if you woke up to your favorite character in your bed?' I made it into a fanfic and made it a dream where a modern person was dreaming of nightmare Glorfindel every night because they were torn apart soul mates. I clearly dropped it like a hot potato. But I still laugh at myself every time I see it so I decided to post it so everyone else can laugh with me.

Warning: It's not good lol.

Lilies in the Library: Prologue 

The path of two strangers collide,

 A river divides them, though the stream is gentle, 

Traveling their way across may not be possible,

The venture deemed unsafe, though untested 

But this does not sway their curiosity 

They walk alongside the river’s edge

Where white daisies grow, in the fields they wonder

Content as they were to know each other this way 

But soon they ached for more,  

If they tested the waters depth,

Then maybe . . .

Lillies in Library Chapter 1:

A warmth consumed me as I slept, hot sunlight seeping into my skin and heating me from the inside. I shifted, stretching my legs and curled into myself, the silk sheets of my bed making an excellent pillow. Humming a little sigh I truly felt content, after all, it had been a long while since I could actually sleep in for once. With all the customer complaints, the late nights, my boss being an absolute prick, and my manager making an ass out of himself (as usual) it was about time I got some well deserved R&R. 

Soon though, I knew I would have to eventually venture out of bed and into my kitchen for some food. Oh, man, just thinking of all the sweet, creamy, and delicious things I could create this fine morning made me smile. I could just smell the soft cinnamon and brown sugar of the sweet rolls (mother’s recipe of course) and the soft raspberries decorated on top. I could just imagine popping one in and squishing it against the roof of my mouth, the taste of its tartness trickling down the sides of my tongue. And the french toast, the crunch of the bacon and the spice of the eggs. Aw, man, did that sound like heaven, just remembering the quick granola bars I’d been forced to consume before work was a nightmare in itself. 

Happily day-dreaming of my breakfast to be I rolled over taking the crumpled sheets in my arms with me. I sighed, taking a deep, long breath. O, the ginger biscuits, the taste of the sweetness in the berries paired with the full, fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the maple syrup and the- 

“Good morning!” 

Startled from my dozing I gasped and jerked my eyes open to meet the bluest pair of eyes I had ever seen. Shocked, I threw myself into a sitting position grasping the sheets to my chest in surprise. 

“What the heck?!” I shouted. 

Beneath me the stranger laughed. A man's voice. It was a man. There was a man in my bed. Laughing (of all things) and laughing at me! 

The man in question was resting his head on one hand, leaning into his elbow, and looking all too happy to see me with the biggest shit eating grin the Earth has ever known. And lacking, if the nakedness of his skin was any indication, clothes or maybe just a shirt. 

‘What the heck?!’ I thought. ‘Why is there a man in. My. Bed!?’ 

He had blueberry eyes. The fairest of skin that looked delectably smooth. A smile that could challenge even the brightest of stars. A body sculpted to look like a greek statue and hair to rival the greatest shampoo ad matched with the hair of a golden retriever who had recently from the groomers. The shininess of his hair was so bright it was like the sun itself had made a home amongst his golden locks. And the length seemed to be well past my arm (he had longer hair then me gosh dang it). To top it all off, he even had pointed ears so big that they could contend with the greatest halloween costumes made and still come out on top. 

Admittedly, the man was beautiful if not awkwardly so. No man had any right to be this gorgeous and still manage to give off a masculine vibe as the specimen before me was most differently male. 

The sound of his laughter continued to ring in my ears like chimes dancing (obnoxiously) in the wind. The sound, and sight of him, would have been pleasant if the whole situation hadn’t been so down right creepy. 

“M’lady, forgive me for startling you, but I must ask, whatever do you mean?” His voice was perfect, deep and pure like—

—Like a deep flowing river as its richness crept right past you as it licked at your ankles.

Oh my gosh who was this man? And why was he in my bed? Oh, good gracious, I didn’t sleep with him did I? 

Well, I cocked my head and ran my eyes over his body, chewing my lip, even if I did would that be such a bad thing? I mean look at him! He was way out of my league. He'd be quite a score even I had to admit that. 

I frowned and tilted my head. ‘No, wait.’ I could still feel my underclothes tightly secured on my waist and my fuzzy purple mario party pajamas still hung loosely against me. Besides, I was still (sadly) a virgin and knew that if I had undergone such a thing there would most definitely be a soreness somewhere in my body. 

Right? 

But seriously, who the frick-frack-of-the-tic-tac was this man and why was he in my bed? My slight panic begins to twist into quick short breaths, though I forced myself to try and be quiet about it. There was no need in letting my. . . whatever he was, know he had me slightly flustered and well, a little scared. 

“Who are you?” I asked. 

Trying to force more confidence into my voice then I actually had, considering this man could probably snap me in two, it probably would have been a better idea to try a subtler approach. He frowned at me, the pull of his lips and the puppy-like look in his eyes tugged at my heart. I felt incredibly guilty, far more guilty than a woman who just woke up to a stranger in her bed should feel. Goodness I hadn’t gone drinking did I?  

Goldilocks ignored my subtle shift towards the edge of the bed instead pushing himself up to lean against his arm. “Truly, do you not know?” 

Pausing in my retreat I squinted at him. I mean he did look familiar but I couldn’t place him. Squinting a little harder (deciding to risk it) I leaned a little closer to him, humming. 

“Well, I mean you do look familiar but ...” Leaning a smidgen closer, he only grinned at me, almost beckoning me closer with a teasing look in his eyes. This close I could practically feel the heat radiating off him and it was quite strange. His skin was scarred in places, some even wrapped around him like some kind of snake where he had some burn marks of some sort. His skin was covered in scars. His skin was washed in scars, so much so, the scars looked like they had a vice grip on him, resembling that of an angry viper. I tightened my grip on the sheets pulling them a little closer to my chest thinking hard, trying to place him.  Maybe I did go drinking last night and this man somehow got sucked up into one of Rickie’s dares or something. It was then he shifted, the sheets moving with him and naturally my eyes followed the movement. Only for my eyes to travel across the bare skin of his hip and thigh. 

Squealing in surprise, I peeled back shouting, “Oh—you're naked!?”

 Instinctively I threw the sheets over my face trying to hide before squealing, like that of a frightened pig. My cheeks burning, I ripped the sheets away, throwing them at him, and shouting, “What is the matter with you?!” 

Desperate, I scrambled off the bed hitting the floor.. With a hard thump, shoving myself up on shaking legs I tried to back away, before tripping over my own feet, my back slamming against the wall as I stumbled. My hands shot up to cover my face, fingers covering my eyes as I was torn between saving this man's dignity or keeping an eye on a possible threat.  ‘Forget about trying to remember him!’ I mentally cried, ‘not only do I have a man in my bed but a naked man in my bed!’

Seemingly angry the man shot up faster than I could blink, ripping the covers off and rushing forward. Screaming I backed away, looking for the door, cause if there wasn’t anything scarier than a buff naked man running at you it was a giant and buff, naked man running at you! “Door, where's the door?!” I shouted. 

But it was too late, the man was on me before I could so much as flinch. Strong hands grabbing hold of my upper arms and slamming me into the wall, shaking me. “This isn’t fair! You can’t keep ignoring me!” 

He slammed me into the wall again, “Ow! Ow, you're hurting me!” I cried, tears spilling over my face as the images in my eyes faded. Flashes of gold being the last thing I see. 

“You can not ignore me!”

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