#perfection kills creativity

[sagessge]

Silent expectations

I feel the perishing world

On my shoulders

The moment I hear the voice

Of silent expectations

Yet the praise was never heard

I hate the sky,I say

When I look back and see a pack

Expecting me to open my wings

Their eyes acting as dumbles

Down fell I!

On the ground

With ever so many wounds

As I lie on the ground

I could not fall anymore!

The fear was gone!

And I hear them screaming

Birds are meant to fly!

But what I want to be here on the ground?

What if I want to feel the sun on my chest?

And watch the winter freeze me to death?

What if I want to just wait

For the demise to arrive?

What if without even living and flying

I wish to die?

So please,take the flashlight away!

Your silent expectations slay me

Again and again

Every one of yours

"Ofcourse,this was inevitable"

Causes me to seep into the ground

More and more

I gave it all

My blood,sweat and tears

'Tis not gifted

'Tis not inevitable

And I don't fly

What if I can't fly?

Why if I can't turn?

What if they all view

How big of a loser I am?

How afraid I am?

My eyes speak something my lips can't utter

Please! Please! Please!

For once in my life

Let me be mediocre

Let me be me without any expectations

And let me be content

And fly and rest on my own terms

Please,just for once

[tangramkey]

i love my Basketbot Portal AU

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodle dump

[compacflt]

I’m sorry if my question has like a very obvious answer (that I obliviously failed to pick-up on, while reading your marvelous story), but what exactly did Pete mean when he said that Goose was his first?

its so funny you ask this cause I was just writing something about this yesterday. No there’s not really an obvious answer because i was trying to keep it intentionally vague. I feel like (tho i have my own thoughts) outright saying anything too bold about Mav & Gooses relationship is… idk it feels kind of morally questionable to commit to paper because of how it positions carole. Carole is already SUCH a tragic figure in both movies (and in the fic i wrote): she lost everything, she is to blame for the emotional turmoil of TGM, and yet she gets written out of the narrative (FRIDGED!!!) & is never given a chance to explain herself. She has no agency in the story anyway, she is literally just a scapegoat. So no matter whether Goose was the first man Mav ever slept with, or Goose was the first man Mav ever loved (both of which are 100% valid readings, and both of which would’ve still occurred during Goose & Carole’s relationship), it’s still CAROLE who’s getting fucked over here. AGAIN.

(Also? I have no idea if I’ve been reading this scene wrong this whole time, but the whole “Goose, even you could get laid in a place like this” / “I’d be happy to find a girl who’d talk dirty to me” feels… not good. Feels bad. And the $20 bet—are they both partaking in that? Isn’t that how bets work? Whoever gets an on-the-premises lay first gets $20? Or is he just betting MAV can’t get laid? Bet aside, I don’t know—the whole thing just makes me sad on Carole’s behalf. She is 100% the most tragic character in the franchise already, this casual “wish i were with a girl who’d talk dirty to me” just makes it worse)

But Goose was definitely Mav’s first SOMETHING. Even canon-goose knows mav isn’t straight (“of a lady this time”). I was kind of trying to insinuate that my Mav confessed he was in love with/at the very least LOVED Goose to Charlie, and that’s part of the reason she left (“Of course I loved him, of course” / “He didn’t know who he was and neither did she”) but yeah there’s no easy answer. Up to you. Do with all that info what you will.

[tantamounttoflirtation]

If they announce a s4 I genuinely might have to log tf off. I don't even want to see what sort of dumpster fire it would be. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic, but I don't see much hope for it being good or worthwhile. I'm going to rant in the tags so if you disagree with my opinion thats cool you can just ignore me and continue scrolling :)

[soutsuji]

There's an English class on Golden Age detective fiction being offered next semester but the prerequisite for it is the intro to literary study class required for all English majors (which I haven't taken because I'm in a hard STEM major and don't have much time for electives, which means that I have to be really picky with my electives and only go for stuff I like AND doesn't have an awful workload) and also even if I did have that prereq, I wouldn't be able to take the class because it's at the same time as one of my major reqs. And also I'll be in two labs next semester and one of them is pure hell so like I literally don't have the time to take more than 13 credit hours (as tempting as it is to keep up my streak of taking 17-18 every semester even though it's been like really pretty bad for my social life and hobbies). Sigh. (Pressing my hand wistfully against the glass) maybe someday they'll offer the class again

[loderlied]

will forever be obsessed with the concept of characters being each other’s archnemesis…. opposite in the sense that they are each other’s antithesis and there is no other path for them than absolute war simply because of who they are, destined to clash not in the mystical sense but destined in the way that a chemical reaction is destined to happen…. and then there is also that element of both sides having to be equally strong because otherwise they would not be each other’s antithesis….

yes this post is about the wild, the instinct of the apex predator (zeke) vs the all-conquering god-machine (gortash)

[talkorsomething]

want to cut my hair again like you wouldn't believe. What are the possible consequences of going bald

[thegreatyin]

deeply despise how the internet has made "i dislike these few aspects of a work i otherwise really enjoy" feel equal to "i hate everything about this work and it's the worst thing ive ever seen". having media literacy and the fundamental ability to criticize your darlings is good actually we all should do it always

[myfanfictiongarden]

Went to see Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024) in theaters! You know what? It was really fun!

[sagessge]

I know that it's not only me,who's afraid,my mind just goes blank and I crave perfection so much,all the poems I write never seem enough to me,maybe it's cause I was never enough to others but it's hard,hard when I try to write and just cause of it,my mind goes blank,I want to write,I want to let it all out but I'm tied by this string of perfection,cause what am I if not perfect? Even if I've tried to be it,my whole life,I've never been..perfect.

[arc-archernar]

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[sonknuxadow]

i think some people are setting their expectations wayyyy too high for what shadow will be written like now. "the mandates are COMPLETELY gone shadow is fixed now guys!!" no theyre not literally all they said is that the rules have changed a little. like dont get me wrong thats good news too but a lot of people are exaggerating and setting themselves up for disappointment in my opinion

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Damnit, she remembers the strawberry preserves incident! Randall blushed with a little grin, recalling him telling her the story long, long ago, just as his mother had recounted it to him with great fondness and amusement: How he managed to somehow get his hands on some freshly-made preserves his mother had just jarred and downed the whole thing, getting himself plenty sticky and smeared with strawberry in the process.

"Oh, it was plenty of fun!" June snorted, shaking her head as she thought back to that sunny spring day-she leaves the room for two minutes, and her son makes an absolute mess of himself and the kitchen counter. "I just remember him sitting there on the counter, all big-eyed, with strawberry...everywhere! His clothes, his hair, the countertop, oh, it was a mess!"

"And he'd just had a bath too!" Wilhelm added, as he looked to his son-who was looking a bit like a strawberry now, given the way he was blushing. "Junie and I had given him a bath after breakfast, I went out to grab something from the corner market, and when I come back, she's got our boy back in the tub!"

He was deeply bewildered by that: He looked at his son, peering out at him over the side of the tub, and then to June, who was dropping a set of red-stained clothes into the hamper, commenting with a hollow laugh, "You won't believe what your son did!"

As Wilhelm continued to regale Emily with some of Randall's other misadventures, June couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to give Emily back that taste of her favorite berry. She had to drink blood to survive, but would it still be possible for her to enjoy what she used to love, all those years ago? Could there be a best of both worlds, she wondered?

[maretriarch]

sometimes i wish i liked cooler shit but liking really annoying dumb shit but like in the least obnoxious way i can is a close second

[fluidnet]

I just changed my icon (for reference it’s the illustration of Sisyphus inside an Ouroboros) and it got me thinking about futility and the Sisyphus myth.

Everyone always talks about the climb, how it’s endless, how there is no peak, there is no end, it’s an eternity of pushing. But if I’m remembering correctly, that’s not entirely true.

Sisyphus does get to the top. He gets to rest, if only for a moment. He can stop and wait and admire how far he’s come, before the boulder rolls down again. He gets to walk down the mountain unburdened.

The punishment is because he avoided death against the gods’ will. He wanted to prove that he was more than death, that he would endure. And he won, a few times even, until death finally came for him and he had to submit.

But he didn’t really die, did he? His legend lives on, his story, his memory. He’s so ingrained in the west’s cultural narrative that he’s become a symbol of futility, of trying to achieve something that cannot be done, doing it over and over and over despite knowing the result won’t change.

Do you think, every time he’s at the peak of his mountain, watching his boulder roll down to the valley, a rock face he knows intimately well by now, he smiles? Do you think during his moment’s rest at the top, he thinks about how he did it? He isn’t trying over and over, he’s winning over and over. Each time he makes it to the top is another piece of evidence that he can.

I hope so. I hope his memory continues to live. I hope he takes a moment to appreciate the view from the top.

And I hope his stroll downward is pleasant