#poetic anon

[glitterbombedshadow]

Penis monkey.

When I send stuff like this, I have the courage to not use anon

[zeherili-ankhein]

Dhorte chelei ki ar dhora jaye. Hoito dhorlam jhokhon tumi (read আপনি) phool e khojo modhu. Kintu mon ta dhorte na parle shob e je breetha. Tomar nijer kachei tomar mon je odhora. Aami kon ashay ar dhorbo tomaye, mon ta pawa boddo (বড়/বড্ড can’t decide; do we use বড্ড these days?)

Aami kon ashay ar dhorbo tomaye, mon ta tomar boddo kothin pawa.

😭😭😭😭😭 bye-

haa mon ar dhorte hobe na ota almari te rakha achhe (also I'm a minor so please refrain from all the corny stuff)

[lone-nyctophile]

Is not the night a source of boundless, neverending inspiration? Do not artists and scientifics alike crowd under her skies to gaze at her starry depths? Is she not beautiful? I say she is, and I would say many agree, yet what secrets of artistry does she obscure that we may learn? What inspiration might we find in the undiscovered night.

Dear anon, it is as though you have given beautiful words to my unfathomable thoughts, thank you.

Nighttime is the greatest mantisfestation of creativity for those who find themselves in the moon and its enchanting companions, the stars.

[never-looked-so-good]

Art and music is special for invoking and expressing emotion.

But I have never been more emotional than watching F1. It is art. The driving, the overtakes, the finesse - art. The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the engines, the excited commentary - music to my ears.

What is sport, if not art and music?

Who are you anon and where I can buy your poems?! I have to share this with the class. Beautiful words :)

[scribbleseas]

the vibe between sweet anon and you is similar to one of a poet and their loyal listener, like imagine the listener returning to a pub to listen to their poet talk all night 😭

Hi There, Anon!

LMAO please

Poet is such a generous term for me, I literally j brain rot on google docs until something works lol. But i will say, sitting at a pub all night just to chat about my writing is very, very, in character for me.

But seriously, whenever you find a fic you enjoy and friends you know aren’t into that fandom, literally just talk to the writer. I guarantee you that they will scream about it with you. Happily. We have a wealth of knowledge about that symbolism you caught onto, or the minute character development you’re seeing— i mean, we probably spent months planning it in advance. Or at least, I know I have — and still do as I plan the next fic’s debut. Everything you see in my writing is purposeful like that. (I’m talking to you, Straight Laced enjoyers.)

And you guys always know I’m chilling at the pub waiting for someone to indulge me about my niche little corner of tumblr ahaha. i wouldn’t even be here without you loyal listeners!!

- the eager trashbag poet

[biblically-inaccurate-crangel]

And the cosmos sing

And the cosmos breathe

alongside the world's offerings

and alongside the sea

Your darkest night finds a dawn

the bitter lemon scent of life

alongside the night so long

and alongside the knife

cut it deep

cut it true

good morning, little crows

good morning to you

*They wake up with a gleeful caw at the message. Most of their eyes struggle to stay open from the strain put on them the past three weeks.*

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[kibu-me]

I scan the jumbled barcode

Comprised of tiny vertical and horizontal lines

None of them even reaching the edges of their confinement

It is not a proper barcode

At the bottom, the lines form one word

WEAK

Written in my own handwriting.

oh wow anon that's really deep (?)

[nilsford-prattle]

I've been well, doing good Just like a little poet should

Seems like you have quite a fun delight Makes one wonder what kind of lore you have in your clutch I wouldn't mind hearing, if it isn't too much

And it makes me happy to hear, that you are doing alright Hope your days are of wonder, and shine with the sun For any day is a good, if you can be a happy one

I don’t have the brain power to go on about lore about these two but enjoy some art of them!

We have Delta DeSantis (he/him) the half-elf priest and Baji the possessed mage!

[katniss-elizabeth-chase]

The mortal kind spends much time fearing death as that they never live, and yet even the wisest ones would never understand that the illusion of separation between life and death is as ignorant as the fear of either

🪬🪬🪬🪬🪬

ooooo poetic

also idk if the little boxes are little boxes or just emojis that aren’t loading on my phone

[tra1nchi]

Argenti eating out ftm reader while praising him and reader being just all whiny💕

🌷anon

yeahhhhh yes,,MINORS DNI,, Bttm ftm reader,,praise kink,,hair pulling,,affectionate ah argenti

Argenti is an attractive man,,the way he carries himself was filled with pride,,but not with himself but with the way he views the world,,he sees it filled with beauty,, he can find it in anything and especially you!!

You were the most stunning thing in the world to him,,your smile and laugh makes him feel giddy himself,,the way your soft hand feels in his makes his fair cheeks turn red at any hour

The way your moans filled the room,,how beautifully angelic they sounded to him,,the grip of your hand in his hair makes his lips curl up as his face was buried between your pussy,,

His eyes were dazed as he licks up between your folds,,humming softly at your taste,, "My beautiful rose, your moans are like music to my ears" He coos but let's out a soft chuckle when you tell him to shut up!!

He was clearly getting distracted,,his hands gripping at your hips as your legs were thrown over his strong shoulders,,his chin was covered in your juices as he lifted away for a breath as he feels you climax >□<

"You look so handsome like this, my love" His voice was filled with affection for you,,his eyes trained on yours without looking away,, his thumb rubbing soothing circles in your thigh,,watching you calm down from your high,,

As you recover from your blissful state,,his eyes leave yours to stare at your ring finger,,his lips pouted from how empty it seemed!!

[barrenclan]

Pinepaw will never not think it was all his fault, after all, he was the one to dig up the bones.

But ultimately, the blame goes to the ones who tore flesh from bone, the ones that buried them,

the ones who sought to collect more.

Ain't that the truth.

[zeherili-ankhein]

Dhubo tara aj ar proshno kore na amaye

Poth jeno ar khoje na amaye

Mon ar okaron haraye na kothao

Kore na shee opekkha karor nemonthron

Tobuo aj e ki ronger khela

Kothay jeno vashe iccher vela

Ouch! Rhymed!!

Tobuo aj e ki ronger khela

Kothay jeno vashe iccher vela

Uriye aj kono mon poboner ghuri

Bhore nilam jeno akangkha phooler jhuri

[Been an eon I last thought verses in Bangla, finding your tumblr probably lit a 60 (I guess at the least around 20) volt light of Bangla poesy in me. Can’t leave you uncredited. Thank you]

😭😭😭😭😭😭 what did I even do to lit the bulb- whatever ummm welcome ig.....

Kobita ta bhalo I mean-

Try to wite more on your own imo...

[canisalbus]

Machete is much like meringue with his pure white and often pointy appearance and very hard and brittle surface that if you are able to break through reveals sweetness inside.

Vasco on the other hand resembles honey with his rich and warm yellow color that softly flows to embrace anything it touches. His softness must not be mistaken as a weakness for he can be strong and tough like the sugar crystals rendering honey solid, but he can be returned to his soft form once again if shown a little warmth.

And most importantly, soft and warm honey can soften the hard surface of meringue, without breaking it.

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[valyrfia]

I want them to glare at each other from their garages before each race, only to fight tooth and nail for the win with both of them complaining on the radio about the move they just made on each other and then get out of their cars in parc fermé and hug it out with big grins, and stand on the podium and douse eachother in champagne.

I want them to hate each other for the sake of rivalry and competition but when the dust settles they both still love and respect the fuck out of each other and Max and Charles talk fondly about each race for the rest of their careers.

YOU! YOU GET IT!

The beauty of Lestappen is, and always will be (regardless of the colours they wear), that they are opposite sides of this rivalry that's almost predestined in their narratives. They will fight each other forever, they're part of each other's racing identities and there's something so intimate about that. Charles is the only non-WDC driver that Max fully respects and considers on his level, Max is the only rivalry that Charles will entertain and regale fond long-winded stories of to the media. They're truly two once-in-a-generation talents born sixteen days apart, they know and they hope that they'll inhabit the same page in the history books, that their names will live in the same breath forever.

[biblically-inaccurate-crangel]

Maybe instead of worrying

You can clarify the answers

Gazes hallowed and blurrying

What is your plan, little one?

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[frownyalfred]

Oh, and when being interrogated, the recruit says, " Well, after seeing Yellow Lantern crush him, I thought I could do the same" AND PUTS HALS ASS ON FAIIIIAAAAAA

Poor dumb recruit’s unknowing final act before being lasered to death is to sic a furious Kal-El on Hal Jordan after years of hidden abuse.