#so poem for yall!!

[swans-chirping-in-the-distance]

If time were a river,

We would ride down the stream.

Our canoe would guide us

Through all the pretty things.

And we'd look out beyond

And see what's before.

And we wouldn't be oblivious;

No, not anymore.

But if time were a river,

We'd be stuck in the stream

While the others are watching

Between the gnarled trees.

And we wouldn't see them;

Who they were, we wouldn't know.

But they'll point and laugh

Out where the river flows.

[lie-lover]

hi chat (wordless version under cut)

[poorlilpubby]

Why are you getting up while we're cuddling?

You have to pee?

I'm literally right here

Piss in my mouth, duhhh

[strawbaby-13]

they are living together somewhere. they are happy on a slightly habited planet somewhere far far way. the live in a little cottage and grow their own food and pump water from a well.

they are not dead. they are living together so where where the sunset is purple and the sunrise is yellow. viktor makes their clothes and jayce hunts for food. jayce also cut wood and made a table, two chairs and bed.

they are not dead. they are alive. they know they can’t procreate, and maybe someday they will travel this planet they ended up on. but for right now they’re too happy they’re alive to do anything else but be with eachother.

they are not dead. they are alive. i like to think that their hair is still white and there are still gem on jayce’s face, and everytime the catch light viktor is reminded of how much it hurt to die. not that it was painful but because he thought he would never see jayce again.

they are not dead. they are alive.

[crowleys-hips]

Keep Driving Home

hii. im still alive..somehow

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[anotherpapercut]

the democrats long term plan cannot just be "win every election for the next several decades" without doing literally anything at all to secure votes and protect voting rights. it is shocking to me how many of y'all just play along with this and blame VOTERS instead of the people who have power and refuse to even pretend to use it

[h-yellowfell]

Take your final bow

The show is over, the courtains are drawn

In your final moments you were nothing but a pawn

But you did well, you earned your rest

So take your bow, end the scene

When you wake up this will have been nothing but a dream...

[rylxdreams]

*insert some bs poem here

Gosh I really love Espio in TMOSTH

[myhiddenthoughts]

I saw your smile again, I heard your laugh again, I felt your touch again

funny how much a dream can make me relapse after I had “moved on”

[helgiafterdark]

if you have a dragon oc (that is, you have an oc who is an elder scrolls/skyrim dragon) please tell me who they are. i want to write a poem about them.

i'm writing a selection of small poems for an in-fic book about dragons. i already have written about many dragons i invented, but i'm thinking maybe i could use some "variety" since i lean toward a lot of the same themes over and over.

even if so far you have only thought of their name or maybe you haven't thought of this at all, this will prompt you to get creative and make something up!

send anything to the replies or reblogs, please. i won't be turning on messaging/asks on this blog bc too many bots send me stuff constantly.

tell me:

their name. MUST be a proper dovahzul name. if they don't have one, i will invent one for you if you want and will work with you to achieve this. otherwise, i'm not writing about them. and NO non-canon dovahzul (semi-canon is possibly fine if you also consider yourself to be a dovahzul speaker)

any deeds they have committed, good, bad, evil, cruel, strange, etc. that may be noteworthy historically

any obscure but major facts about them that could be lost in time. something the ancient nords knew but that 4e people do not and cannot find this info anywhere else

a physical description, such as the color of their wings and scales, what their horns look like, how big they are, etc. if you have made any art pls show me!!

any other interesting/unique abilities they possessed

info that i do not need at this time:

their recent actions after alduin resurrected them, if applicable

if they never died and lived in obscurity somewhere throughout the millennia and what they did during that time

if they weren't in skyrim or solstheim pre- and during the dragon war, or if they would've been unknown to the ancient nords, they can't be included

don't worry too much about what to share/not share, feel free to just yap about your dovah! i'm here for it!

the point of this is that my ldb haela has inherited an ancient family book of poems/stories about the dragons and has passed it on to her children. the poems are scattered throughout the work and referenced by the characters sometimes. i want to put them all together at some point to have a more "complete" set of poems which represent the book of poetry my characters possess – separate from the main work. your dovah will not be mentioned in the fic whatsoever, it's just to fill up my poetry selection and flesh it out more!

i have written many poems in dovahzul and in this specific free-verse style. in fic, the poems are inferred to be written in dovahzul. i, as the author, am kindly translating. i would consider them free-verse, as they are written in a way that mimics being translated from an ancient dialect (dovahzul).

i can't say when i'll finish writing it, as it's a small part in a very large work. but if i end up writing about your dovah i will definitely share it with you :D thank you if you choose to send anything!

*there is no time limit on this and i'll keep this post pinned until i no longer need any more info!

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small excerpt as an example:

Horrid blood-seeker

who devours man and beast

tearing the flesh

and swallowing the blood

Fearsome one,

who has ended many mortal lives

And when the battle-horns sound,

when the screams pierce the clouds,

wherever blood should be spilled,

the dovah Volyahsos

would join in slaughter

No pleasure is greater

than to kill in the name

of himself

(this particular poem is in fact translated from a larger dovahzul piece i wrote. it was not written in english and then translated to dovauzul. this is how i write almost all of my dragon poems)

[luna-loveboop]

So ima be honest. I do like. Art stuff and writing a bit. Or a lot. But I've never like posted it? I was too shy... but maybe I should post some idk scribbles and stuff- what do yall think? I'm uncertain but not sure to make a poll or not- so let me know what you think in replies or whatever if you want

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks

A/N: AGGHHHHH IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY. I'm so exhausted but I love this story so I've been writing during any piece of free time I have. I love being in control of when yall kiss muehehehe. dw i'll probably cap it at around 9-10 bc I also have school coming up and i'm taking so many aps this year. In this chapter it's just some good ol yearning! prev chapter here:

Chapter 3:

That Friday morning Meeks was an anxious mess, as pure usual. If it couldn't get any worse they had to orally present their poetry to the class. He felt sweat run down the back of his neck as he looked out amongst his peers. He felt their eyes on him, staring, mocking. He looked over at Todd who often felt the same as he did, Todd just gently nodded. He glanced over at Mr.Keating who just gestured him to continue.

He cleared his throat, almost a death grip on his paper as he read out the poem. His poem to you,

"When I am kissed by you

It's like life grows around us

Giving us both breath and light

The plants grow

It's natural amenities preserve us

Our bodies will never rot"

By the end he was shaking, he looked out at his classmates, a lot of them were giggling at the thought of Meeks having a crush. Mr.Keating raised his eyebrows, "Interesting..." he slowly walked toward Meeks. He turned his body back to the class, "Does anyone want to guess at what Mr.Meeks's poem is about?" One of the boys raised his hand, he was large a football build with a buzzcut, he snickered before answering, "So like basically you guys made out till you died?" Keating nodded, "Yes I suppose that's a rather simplistic way to look at it,"

As Keating spoke Steven couldn't even pay attention. He was so embarrassed he just stared at a spot of the wall his face pink until he heard Mr.Keating telling him to sit down. He sat down and took a breath, he heard a whisper and turned around to see Pitts giving him a thumbs up from across the room. He smiled but he still held his head in his hands while his classmates presented their poems.

At dinner that night Steven was mostly silent, picking at his food. His friends conversed around him. Pitts, who was sitting beside him, noticed the look on his friend's face and leaned forward looking at him with worry. "You doing alright Meeks?," he raised an eyebrow,concerned for his friend. Meeks sighed and shook his head, smushing the peas on his plate with his fork, "Wish I can say yes Pittsy,"

Pitts turned his body toward his friend, giving him his full attention, "Well what's the matter? If this is about english then-," Meeks cut him off, "No- no it's not that..." Pitts looked at him confused for a second before realization dawned on him, "Ohhhh," he replied his mouth in an 'O' shape, "You miss them don't you?" Steven nodded without looking up, still absentmindedly picking at his food. Pitts let out a low whistle and smiled, "Meeks got it bad don't he?" Steven glanced up at him, he wanted to lie and say it wasn't true but there was no denying the growing blush on his face.

The next day came, just this one more day until he could see you again, he thought. He lazed in his bed daydreaming of you, of holding you, of laughing with you, and which in the back of his mind he desired the most, kissing you. Charlie, Todd, and Neil wandered into his dorm, Pitts was nowhere to be seen, something about a chem test. Steven laid down on the bed staring up at the ceiling while the three boys looked down on him. "Meeks...," Charlie chuckled, "C'mon...," Steven turned his head and squinted at him, he didn't even bother to put his glasses on. Neil shrugged, "You gotta get up man," he smiled at Meeks, not like the teasing smile Charlie had. It was friendlier like he was trying to encourage him.

Todd remained silent but even in his facial expression it was apparent that he agreed. Meeks sat up in bed frustrated, "I can't stop thinking about them," he ran his fingers through his hair, "I- I feel nauseous," Charlie widened his eyes, his smile growing bigger, "Woah...Meeks got bit by the love bug, and we get to see it finally happen!" he exclaimed. Meeks glared at Charlie, "Shut up..." he muttered and fell back into his original position. It was by then that Neil was having none of it and he grabbed Steven by one of his legs, trying to pull him out of bed. Steven shouted in surprise and he began clawing at his bedsheets,desperate to hang on.

Unfortunately, this only gave Todd incentive to help as he grabbed Meeks's other leg and Charlie his torso. Eventually Steven was on the floor his blanket on him as he fell on his back, his face twisted in shock and horror. He looked at the three incredulous, "Wh- why would you-" Charlie cut him off, "Cmon don't make us pull you to your feet as well..." In response Steven quickly stood up and smoothed out his pajamas. Neil laughed, "We're having a meeting tonight in the cave, that is if you're not too lovesick to join us,"

Steven grabbed his glasses and put them on before shaking his head, "No of course I'm able to," Neil nodded approvingly, "Good we're leaving at 9, now go get ready, you can't just be looking like that all day," He gestured to Meeks plaid pajama set earning a snicker from Charlie. Steven nodded and waved his hand, "Ok ok now get out," He ushered them out of his dorm room and slammed the door behind them. He stood in the middle of his room holding his head as he plotted his next move, he missed you so much it was sickening.

Later that night, Meeks was there with the others flashlights in hand as they trekked through the forest. He mindlessly followed his friends to their meeting spot, dazed. The night was bitter and he could hear the leaves crunch under his feet as he walked. His mind went back to you, how beautiful your hair was, the way you laughed. He absentmindedly smiled at the thought, his face heating up despite the frosty atmosphere. "Meeks!," he heard someone hiss, he turned toward the noise. The boys were now outside their cave and Pitts was gesturing him to come on.

He nodded and followed them in, sitting in their respective spots. Neil stood up and cleared his throat, "Welcome to The Dead Poets Society," he opened his book and began to read the excerpt he always started the meetings with. Steven stared at Neil whilst he spoke, he soon came to the realization that Neil always had quite the flair for the dramatic. It was impressive to him, the confidence and how suave he was. He would be so perfect for theater, and then his thoughts back to the conversation he had with you.

There really was no arts department at Welton. Not even a simple drawing class. It disappointed him when he thought about it because what would he be like if he had access to such things? Would he be any good? He sighed and frowned, the thought began to get to him as he daydreamed what could've been. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Charlie, "Hey..." Charlie smiled at him, "Put your jacket down for the picnic," He gestured to the ground, and Meeks shook his head, taking it off anyway. "Wh-what why does he have to be mine?" he complained as he put it on the ground.

Charlie shrugged, "You were sitting the nearest to me," When the jacket was smooth on the ground the boys began to contribute their offerings. Various pieces of stolen dining hall fruit, cookies, and a singular Milky Way all thrown onto his jacket. He stared down at it and groaned, "I'm gonna have crumbs for days," he looked over at Charlie, "If I get ants because of you..." Charlie shook his head, "Relax!" he chuckled,"It's all in good fun, it's your turn to read anyway," Steven turned to his other side as Knox handed him the book. He flipped through the pages and found one that interested him, 'Love Philosophy' by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

As he read it out, his mind again jumped to you. He gradually got louder and louder until he shouted the final line, jumping up from his seat ,and throwing his arms out, "IF THOU KISS NOT ME?" only to be met by cheers and whoops and hollers. He panted, his heart beating with passion as he handed the book to Charlie still standing. He ran his fingers through hair and swallowed before sitting back down. His heart rate slowly decreasing. When he shouted that final line he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. His mind unclouded as an idea began to form, he looked around the cave as Charlie read out his part eager to share the idea and to get some opinions on it.

As Charlie finished out Steven took the opportunity, blurting out the idea he'd been keeping,"What if I gave them that poem I wrote for english class?"

[definitelynotshouting]

aw lads i did it again

[jjammy-skies]

No more "toxic yuri" where it's just two women who argue sometimes or there's some misunderstanding that drove them apart. I want toxic yuri where they have actively tried to kill each other. I want to see scars and trauma, I want them to look at each other, seeing and knowing every way they've left their mark on the other. A rivalry so strong that it literally becomes a burden on their lives. I want to see two people drag each other down to the lowest depths of hell because they know, deep down, that this is the only person who'd dare go there for them. Even if it's out of hate or spite, that person would still go with them. Or maybe for them. A hate so passionate that it starts to tread on worship. I hate you so much I want to dedicate everything I am to you. What am I without our hate? What are we? I will remind you over and over all of your flaws. You will do the same. We make each other stronger, by proxy, but because we can't afford to lose to the other. I will be the only source of consistency in your life, because you know if you have nothing else, you can still hate me. And I'll always hate you. I'll say it like a promise. It's a confession. We will never drift away from each other. Always in each other's orbit, pushing and pulling. Forever we will circle the ring, punching and kicking and never quite pinning the other down. The round never ends, even after our coaches and loved ones try to pull us away from each other. Even after the audience leaves. It's horrible. It's exhausting. But it's still you and me. You consume me. Your venom is so familiar that it gives me withdrawals. It's addicting. You need my bark and I need your bite in equal measures. I need you. You need me.

I mean what. Who said that. Where am I.

[courfee]

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Laurie my love!! Look who is talking you absolutely wonderful being!!

Im gifting you a sirius because i think about your older sibling sirius thoughts a lot ily

[p4nishers]

loki loves mobius to the point of invention