#so IF THIS HAS BEEN STOLEN

[skyddish]

one of the foxes seeing neil's drivers license pre-TKM: Who's Alex?

Neil: I think the better question is, "Are you a narc?"

[inkskinned]

she had taken all of the pronouns in my poems and turned them masculine. every she was he. every her was him. i wrote about women dipping their hands into the honey of my chest and she had changed it in this stark, violent way. men now, in my work. in my ribs, i guess. how odd, to stare at it.

i write a lot about worshipping at the knees of my girl. what sapphic can resist the allure of chapel-talk, the divine nature of what is ours and ours alone. her hair in your shower. her chapstick melting in your car. when we say holy here, it is a different meaning. it is the smithing of our own haloes from mix-tape cds. no hammer to the anvil - only our own palms, skin scorching. forging every astral ray with the prayer please don't leave. our bible a history that is never taught in high school. we shape a church from the tent of her arched back. what other word for hymn but her voice. her moaning.

a poem can be stripped of its component parts, maybe, but can it still breathe? is it still the same ship? the words this woman changed, biting and spiraling up at me: my man is holy. i worship at his feet. he is the divinity of saturdays and the wheat of my communion and he is the hushed summer's glorious release.

it's common knowledge that you can say a word too-many times, and then it loses meaning. but here was something new: it wasn't that the words had lost meaning, but rather that they had shifted in the air somehow and turned radioactive to me. all of my words were otherwise unchanged, except for the unkind and glowing eye of him.

ivory-tower glowing in my aorta, i thought about talking to her on the sanctimonious and erudite level. telling her: a poem can be changed, can be erased or added to or demolished or reconfigured; but we do try to respect the original author. i would tell her i would have preferred her not change only the pronouns; that her actions felt like censorship rather than collaboration.

in front of me: you cannot cut him out of me, i was made to love him. no scrubbing, no penance. i will always come back to this house, come back to loving men.

i thought about telling her why her actions were cannibalism, not care. i would tell her about being 18 and pressured by my catholic family to accept a man as a partner; how i'd dated him for 5 years before being able to escape. how abusive he had been. how he had made me kneel in front of him - that i wasn't using the word worship idly, but rather as a reclamation. how i had to be re-taught even the concept of faith. how when i learned peace again, it was by the hand of a woman.

i thought about telling her about the wound behind it, the unceasing loneliness. i thought about telling her shape of the small and quiet hours; the fear; the endless and unpretty nature of just being queer. i thought about saying: all of my work comes from a place of pain.

i thought about telling her everything. when i finally found the words, it was only one: why? in that was the summary of all i felt: why not write her own poem? why change it so violently? and why choose my work, if she disliked it so much? why me?

i imagine she shrugged when she responded. all i got was a single sentence: "i really like your work but i want to be able to enjoy it without being made uncomfortable."

on her insta, her pinned post is of her boyfriend - now husband - proposing. they were married in 2023. congratulations. i really do hope she's happy.

i hope one day it stops hurting.

[ionomycin]

Welcome home

[morganbritton132]

Dustin, dramatically and loudly throwing himself down on the counter at the diner: I need a milkshake, stat.

Patty, the waitress working the bar: What’s your trouble, kid?

Dustin: I think my mom likes Steve Harrington more than me

Person next to him: *snorts*

Tommy, the person next to him: Yeah, tell me about it.

[passionpeachy]

not saying hot topic is ripping me off directly or that the concept of “lily of the valleys combined with ghosts” belongs to me only, but sometimes I see things in there that makes me squint my eyes at them

[kirrua]

cunty Amanda Waller can't hurt you cunty Amanda Waller:

[drlancaster]

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

[stump-not-found]

on god do i have time to write a handyman-esque oneshot or something that has bill being such a wet cat . the wettest cat in the world . and the midpoint twist being he's not even a slightly wet cat he's a feral fucking animal just waiting for the right opportunity to strike

and then he gets it an THEN what ..... ohhhh i wanna play .......

[skrunksthatwunk]

kurama has access to forbidden strains + shiori wedding shenanigans

[sleepytoken]

Friendly reminder...please source your posts if they aren't your videos or pictures. And especially don't steal/repost art. We don't do that here, thanks.

[doctorwhommm]

@torchwoodfanweek | rarepair !!

tw3 ot5 my beloved the messiest polycule ever <3

[calmmyfears]

unfortunately i am not the girl who's smart and interesting and reads all the important books and gains knowledge and power each day and also lives a very fascinating life by night. i am the girl who is so exhausted she can barely make it through the day. i am the girl who is so exhausted she can't even pick up a book. i am the girl who can't go out.

[barksbog]

I've been self employed for years now and i still struggle to not beat myself up over "not working enough"

from experience i know my limits which are about 4-6h of focused work for 4-5 days a week. I logically know if i push it i will burn out and crash bad i also know that most people genuinely can only work 2-5h/day.

i know that but i still sit there feeling bad about finishing work at 4pm. which is really stupid.

idk if nothing else i just want to put this out there so hopefully some people can make better choices and don't feel bad about them

[hplonesomeart]

Sorry chat I’ve failed at my own mission. Not happening this month but soon enough, just need more time to cook since school is being so difficult currently. How dare Shakespeare try and keep me away from animating crazy T.V blorbo—this ain’t playing fair 😔

[willyhoos]

you know for someone who loves metamy so much. i gotta say having it be fully unrequited is honestly fitting with metal's whole arc (or rather his LACK of arc)

he wants what he can't have. he's not anything or anyone, he doesn't deserve it. what would he even do with it?

"i don't think i have anything. i don't think i can have anything. i don't know how to have something." (src: 17776)

whether or not you subscribe to the roboticized metal theory, it doesn't change that metal's goals are not aligned with reality. ironically it's the robot that is unable to logically analyze his situation. he wants to be sonic but it doesn't change the fact that he isn't. he wants to win but it doesn't change the fact that he won't. his desires are narratively and morally unfulfillable because what he wants is wrong (factually and ethically.)

and so if he, in theory, wanted amy rose how could he ever actually have her?

the most she would give him is "you're more like him than i thought."

because he's Not sonic. all he can be is sufficiently Like him (sometimes). whatever metal claims he is (and honestly whatever he ACTUALLY is) is irrelevant because he can't MAKE himself sonic. he can't make himself the version of sonic that amy loves. amy loves sonic for WHAT he is (good) not what he's named. the most she could ever do is passively appreciate the traits of sonic that metal is able to imitate. emulate. simulate. fabricate.

sonic's role (in the meta story and in-universe) is so unique and treasured and irreplaceable. the only way to kick him out would be to, idk, replace him with an identical copy and put the old sonic in a lose-lose situation where he could not possibly be believed or sympathized with. or something.

say he gets "rehabilitated," rebels against eggman... you know those metamy fics. what is he then?

-> another job well done. another good deed for team sonic (y'know, the real one).

because it's not just that he's Not Sonic. (and he isn't. even if you believe he once was, he's not anymore in any way that is relevant to the narrative. the narrative, as you know, is the real sonic's pov.) it's that he's not even really a person anymore.

he's been forcibly depersonalized, dethroned, removed from his role (+ promptly replaced with something canonically better!) and isolated from any semblance of humanization. he doesn't even have a mouth. either it was taken from him or he was never given one. and we are not given any glimpse into his thoughts. (they're not important.)

like. this is a dead end. he is a dead end. there's nowhere to run.

he won't "get the girl" (pardon the term) not because he's evil not because he's not sonic but because he is not a "person" in any sense. not literally not socially not narratively not practically not really

idk. whether metal falls in love with amy genuinely, or if it's just out of jealousy/desire to want what the real sonic has/instinct to emulate the real sonic's emotions... it's doomed. he's just a ghost from a doomed timeline and everything he will ever do is destined to fail. he can't kill sonic. he can't hold amy's hand. he can't do anything but lose.

in that sense, metal "losing" amy to the real sonic (as if metal was ever even a contender, as if he was ever real enough) is just another failure in a long, long string of mostly unpleasant memories of a character who doesn't even get to go by his real name. because someone more important took it already has it.