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jerzwriter · 7 months ago

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In the Garden

Thank you to the always lovely @aria-ashryver for this ask! Come spend the first spring day in Olympus's garden!

Book: Wake the Dead Characters: Zoe Rivera (F!MC), Troy Hassan, May Words: 1,100 Rating: General A/N: @choicesaprilchallenge24 | Vegetable Garden and @choicesholidays "Spring is a time of new beginnings, how appropriate..." (though I tweaked it just a bit!)

Spring is a time of new beginnings, so it was no surprise that on its first warm day, the residents of Olympus were eager to be outside. After a brutally cold winter, it was evident that spring fever still existed, even after a zombie apocalypse, and the colony’s leader was not immune.

Scrunching down atop a patch of soil, Zoe stopped for a moment to wipe her glistening brow with her sleeve. Sounds of laughter caught her attention, and she turned to find several children playing a game of hide and seek nearby.

“Joey,” she yelled to the oldest, a boy of about ten. “You know it’s not safe to hide alone. It’s early spring, and the zombies will be back.”

“ I know,” Joey grinned. “That’s why we have a parameter set and a big kid watching us.”

Zoe’s brow furrowed. There were only a few “big kids” in the colony, and they were doing chores during this time of day. “Really,” she asked. “And who is this big kid?”

A raspy throat clearing could be heard from the edge of the children’s play area, and Zoe shook her head. “I should have known,” she laughed.

“What,” Troy winked. “Can you honestly say you've never described me as a big child?"

“No,” she agreed. “I haven’t. The descriptor of “big” would be too generous. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be doing chores, too?”

His face dropped, and he feigned shock. “I am! I’m supervising the children! You should really just go ahead and make me a teacher.”

“So our governing committee can lose all faith in me and revoke my leadership? I think not. Besides, aren’t you scheduled to help me with the gardening?”

“But Miss Zoe!” A little voice wailed. “We are having so much fun, and it’s the first day of spwing!”

Lily was an adorable child with a long mane of curly, black hair. Whenever they flashed Zoe that mostly toothless grin, everyone in sight knew Lily would be getting her way.

“That’s fine, Lily,” Zoe conceded. “Troy can remain the big kid that he is.” Glaring over at the “big boy," she yelled. “You owe me, Hassan! Now I have to do all the gardening myself.”

“No, you don’t,” a voice cried, and a small hand slipped inside Zoe’s. May looked up, her face beaming brighter than Zoe had seen in a long time. “I can help you. I love gardening.”

“I know you do,” Zoe smiled. “And we all know you’re better at it than I am... but don’t you want to play with the kids... and Troy?”

“Nah,” May insisted. “I love gardening even more, and besides, Troy is taking bribes to tell the person who’s “it” where the others are hiding.”

“HASSAN!” Zoe hollered, but Troy had already scooted to the other end of the yard.

“What? Sorry! Can’t hear you!” he yelled, chasing after the children.

An amused Zoe turned to a delighted May. “I’m going to have to talk to him about this later, but for now...”

“For now, we garden!”

Time seemed to pass by in a moment, and before they knew it, the late afternoon sun was beginning to set in the sky. May was engrossed in her work, and Zoe tapped her shoulder to gain her attention.

“We should start heading in. We both have to get washed up before dinner.”

“I know! And I can’t wait for dinner! Eli is making chili tonight.”

“He does make a good chili,” Zoe agreed.

“He’s the best cook! I told him we were planting zucchini, and he said his mom used to make fried zucchini flowers. He’s going to make them for us as soon as these grow.”

Zoe quietly surveyed the little plot of land, her eyes downcast. “If they grow,” she signed, surprised she had said it out loud.

“Of course they will grow!” The enthusiastic little girl replied. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Well, gardening doesn’t always... work,” Zoe lamented as she sat on a nearby step. “Especially when I’m involved.”

May was quick at her side. “What do you mean? You’ve gardened before. Feather says you’re a natural.”

“Well, Feather is very kind. But I don’t always feel like I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s because you grew up in the Tower,” May said, patting Zoe’s back. “I bet you didn’t even have dirt there.”

“No,” Zoe laughed. “Which is surprising because there sure were a lot of dirty things."

“Yeah, but I grew up at Sunflower Creek. That’s why I know a lot about gardening, and I’ll teach you. You can teach me all the things you learned at the Tower. Then maybe one day when I grow up, I can lead Olympus, too.”

Zoe reached over and lifted the girl onto her lap, squeezing her closely in her arms. “You will be an amazing leader one day,” she smiled. “I just know it.”

“And you will plant really amazing zucchini,” May giggled.

“You know what? You’re right!” Zoe grinned. “This is why we all need each other.”

The sweet moment came to an abrupt end when fun but chaotic screams shot from behind. They turned to find Troy buried under four of the children, each pulling on a different limb. Zoe rushed over, despite her side-splitting from laughter.

“HELP!” Troy screamed.

“Troy Hassan,” she scolded. “What is going on here.”

“We found out he was taking bribes from all of us!” Joey replied. “Now he’s getting all of our pudding after dinner.”

“Troy?” Zoe questioned with a stern glare.

“I’m not really going to take their pudding,” he insisted. “I’m just providing valuable... business lessons.”

May tugged at the hem of Zoe’s shirt. “This is why we all need each other,” she smiled.

“That’s right, we do. But right now, Troy needs us to get him out from under that heap of kids!”

“Oh, that’ll be easy!” May stated.

“Yeah? Why?”

Just then, the creaking sound of the old wooden kitchen windows could be heard, and Eli's head poked out.

“Come and get it!” he yelled. “The chili is hot!”

Squeals of delight mixed with Troy's whimpering and grimaces as a stampede of children trampled over man. Zoe extended her hand with a smirk.

“Let’s get you into the lodge before these kids do you in.”

Troy stumbled along beside Zoe, attempting to catch his breath. “Since they assaulted me, can I have their pudding after all?”

“No,” Zoe reprimanded. “But how about I sneak you an extra cup from the kitchen.”

“You will?”

“Consider it payback for all the treats you used to sneak to me at the Tower.”

“Nice,” he grinned.

“Yeah. Besides, you’ll need the extra energy for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” he asked. “What’s tomorrow?”

Zoe removed her gardening gloves and smashed them into Troy’s chest. “You’re on gardening duty, Hassan... and tomorrow, you’re on your own.”

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frogblast-the-ventcore · 3 months ago

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THE WASTE WAND

T. S. EWIOT

"NyAM Sibywwam quidem Cumis ego ipse ocuwis meis

vidi in ampuwwa pendewe, et cum iwwi puewi dicerent:

Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; wespondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω."

I. THE BUWIAW OF THE DEAD

APWIL is the cwuewwest month, bweeding

Wiwacs out of the dead wand, mixing

Memowy and desiwe, stiwwing

Duww roots with spwing wain.

Wintew kept us warm, cuvwing

Eawth in fowgetfuw snow, feeding

A wittwe wife with dwied tubews.

Summew suwpwised us, coming uvw the Stawnbewgewsee

With a showew of wain; we stopped in the cowonnyade,

And went on in sunwight, into the Hofgawten,

And drank coffee, and tawked fow an houw.

Bin gaw keinye Russin, stamm' aus Witauen, echt deutsch.

And when we wewe chiwdwen, staying at the awchduke's,

My cousin's, he took me out on a swed,

And I was fwightenyed. He said, Mawie,

Mawie, howd on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel fwee.

I wead, much of the nyight, and go south in the wintew.

What awe the roots that cwutch, what bwanches gwow

Out of this stony wubbish?!?! Son of man,

You cannyot say, ow guess, fow you knyow onwy

A heap of bwoken images, whewe the sun beats,

And the dead twee gives nyo shewtew, the cwicket nyo wewief,

And the dwy stonye nyo sound of watew. Onwy

Thewe is shadow undew this wed wock,

(Come in undew the shadow of this wed wock),

And I wiww show you something diffewent fwom either

Your shadow at mownying stwiding behind you

Ow youw shadow at evenying wising to meet you;

I wiww show you feaw in a handfuw of dust.

Fwisch weht der Wind

Der Heimat zu,

Mein Iwisch Kind,

Wo weiwest du?

"You gave me hyacinths fiwst a yeaw ago;

"They called me the hyacinth giww."

—Yet when we came back, wate, fwom the Hyacinth gawden,

Youw awms fuww, and youw haiw wet, I couwd nyot

Speak, and my eyes faiwed, I was nyeithew

Wiving nyow dead, and I knyew nyothing,

Wooking into the heawt of light, the siwence.

Od' und weew das Meew.

Madame Sosostwis, famous clairvoyante,

Had a bad cowd, nyevewthewess

Is knyown to be the wisest woman in Euwope,

With a wicked pack of cawds. Hewe, said she,

Is youw cawd, the dwowned Phoenyician Saiwow,

(Those awe peawws that wewe his eyes. Wook!)

Hewe is Bewwadonnya, the Wady of the Wocks,

The wady of situations.

Hewe is the man with thwee staves, and hewe the Wheew,

And hewe is the onye-eyed mewchant, and this cawd,

Which is bwank, is something he cawwies on his back,

Which I am fowbidden to see. I do nyot find

The Hanged Man. Feaw death by watew.

I see cwowds of peopwe, walking wound in a ring.

Thank you. If you see deaw Mws. Equitonye,

Teww hew I bwing the howoscope mysewf:

Onye must be so cawefuw these days.

Unweaw City,

Under the bwown fog of a wintew dawn,

A cwowd flowed uvw Wondon Bwidge, so many,

I had nyot thought death had undonye so many.

Sighs, showt and infwequent, wewe exhawed,

And each man fixed his eyes befowe his feet.

Fwowed up the hiww and down King William Street,

To whewe Saint Mawy Woownyoth kept the houws

With a dead sound on the finyaw stwoke of nine.

Thewe I saw onye I knyew, and stopped him, cwying "Stetson!

"You who wewe with me in the ships at Mywae!

"That corpse you pwanted wast yeaw in youw gawden,

"Has it begun to sprout?!! Wiww it bwoom this yeaw?

"Ow has the sudden fwost disturbed its bed?

"Oh keep the Dog faw hence, that's fwiend to men,

"Ow with his nyaiws he'ww dig it up again!

"You?!?1 hypocwite wecteuw!—mon sembwabwe,—mon fwèwe!"

II. A GAME OF CHESS

THE Chaiw she sat in, wike a burnyished thwone,

Gwowed on the mawbwe, whewe the gwass

Hewd up by standawds wwought with fwuited vinyes

Fwom which a gowden Cupidon peeped out

(Anyothew hid his eyes behind his wing)

Doubwed the fwames of sevenbwanched candewabwa

Wefwecting wight upon the tabwe as

The gwittew of hew jewels wose to meet it,

Fwom satin cases pouwed in wich pwofusion;

In viaws of ivowy and cowouwed gwass

Unstoppewed, wuwked hew stwange synthetic pewfumes,

Unguent, powdewed, ow wiquid—twoubwed, confused

And dwowned the sense in odouws; stiwwed by the aiw

That fweshened fwom the window, these ascended

In fattenying the pwowonged candwe-fwames,

Fwung theiw smoke into the waqueawia,

Stiwwing the pattewn on the coffewed ceiwing.

Huge sea-wood fed with coppew

Buwnyed gween and owange, fwamed by the cowouwed stonye,

In which sad wight a cawvèd dowphin swam.

Abuv the antique mantew was dispwayed

As though a window gave upon the sywvan scenye

The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king

So rudely fowced; yet there the nyightingawe

Fiwwed all the desewt with inviowabwe voice

And stiww she cwied, and stiww the world puwsues,

"Jug Jug" to diwty eaws.

And othew withewed stumps of time

Were towd upon the wawws; stawing fowms

Weanyed out, weanying, hushing the woom encwosed.

Footsteps shuffwed on the staiw.

Undew the fiwewight, undew the bwush, hew hair

Spread out in fiery points

Gwowed into wowds, then wouwd be savagewy stiww.

"My nyewves awe bad tonyight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.

"Speak to me. Why do you nyevew speak?!! Speak.

"What awe you thinking of?!?1 What thinking?!?1 What?

"I nyevew knyow what you awe thinking. Think."

I think we awe in wats' awwey

Whewe the dead men wost theiw bonyes.

"What is that nyoise?"

The wind undew the doow.

"What is that nyoise nyow!!11 What is the wind doing?"

Nyothing again nyothing.

"Do

"You knyow nyothing?!! Do you see nyothing?!! Do you wemembew

"Nyothing?"

I wemembew

Those awe peawws that wewe his eyes.

"Are you awive, ow nyot?!?! Is there nyothing in youw head?"

But

O O O O that Shakespehewian Wag—

It's so ewegant

So intewwigent

"What shaww I do nyow!!11 What shaww I do?"

"I shaww wush out as I am, and wawk the stweet

"With my haiw down, so. What shaww we do tomowwow?

"What shaww we evew do?"

The hot watew at ten.

And if it wains, a cwosed car at fouw.

And we shaww pway a game of chess,

Pwessing widwess eyes and waiting fow a knyock upon the doow.

When Wiw's husband got demobbed, I said—

I didn't mince my wowds, I said to hew mysewf,

Huwwy up please its time

Nyow Awbewt's coming back, make youwsewf a bit smawt.

He'ww want to knyow what you donye with that money he gave you

To get youwsewf some teeth. He did, I was thewe.

You have them all out, Wiw, and get a nyice set,

He said, I swear, I can't beaw to wook at you.

And nyo mowe can't I, I said, and think of poow Awbewt,

He's been in the awmy fouw years, he wants a good time,

And if you don't give it him, thewe's othews wiww, I said.

Oh is thewe, she said. Something o' that, I said.

Then I'll knyow who to thank, she said, and give me a stwaight wook.

Huwwy up please its time

If you don't wike it you can get on with it, I said,

Othews can pick and choose if you can't.

But if Awbewt makes off, it won't be fow lack of tewwing.

You ought to be ashamed, I said, to wook so antique.

(And hew onwy thirty-onye.)

I can't hewp it, she said, puwwing a wong face,

It's them pills I took, to bwing it off, she said.

(She's had five awweady, and nyeawwy died of young Geowge.)

The chemist said it wouwd be awwight, but I've nyevew been the same.

You awe a proper foow, I said.

Weww, if Awbewt wont weave you awonye, there it is, I said,

What you get mawwied fow if you dont want chiwdwen?

Huwwy up please its time

Weww, that Sunday Awbewt was home, they had a hot gammon,

And they asked me in to dinnew, to get the beauty of it hot—

Huwwy up please its time

Goonyight Biww. Goonyight Wou. Goonyight May. Goonyight.

Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.

Good nyight, wadies, good nyight, sweet wadies, good nyight, good nyight.

III. THE FIWE SEWMON

THE wivew's tent is broken: the wast fingews of weaf

Cwutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind

Cwosses the bwown wand, unheawd. The nymphs awe depawted.

Sweet Thames, wun softwy, tiww I end my song.

The wivew bears nyo empty bottwes, sandwich papews,

Siwk handkewchiefs, cawdboawd boxes, cigarette ends

Ow othew testimony of summew nyights. The nymphs awe depawted.

And theiw fwiends, the woitewing heiws of city diwectows;

Depawted, have weft nyo addwesses.

By the watews of Weman I sat down and wept . . .

Sweet Thames, wun softwy tiww I end my song,

Sweet Thames, wun softwy, fow I speak nyot woud ow wong.

But at my back in a cowd bwast I heaw

The wattwe of the bonyes, and chuckwe spwead fwom eaw to eaw.

A wat cwept softwy thwough the vegetation

Dwagging its swimy bewwy on the bank

Whiwe I was fishing in the duww canyaw

On a wintew evenying wound behind the gashouse.

Musing upon the king my bwothew's wweck

And on the king my fathew's death befowe him.

White bodies nyaked on the wow damp gwound

And bonyes cast in a wittwe wow dwy gawwet,

Wattwed by the rat's foot onwy, yeaw to year.

But at my back fwom time to time I heaw

The sound of howns and motows, which shaww bwing

Sweenyey to Mws. Powtew in the spwing.

O the moon shonye bwight on Mws. Powtew

And on hew daughtew

They wash theiw feet in soda watew

Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

Twit twit twit

Jug jug jug jug jug jug

So rudely fowc'd.

Teweu

Unweaw City

Under the bwown fog of a wintew nyoon

Mw. Eugenyides, the Smywnya mewchant

Unshaven, with a pocket fuww of cuwwants

C.i.f. London: documents at sight,

Asked me in demotic French

To wuncheon at the Cannyon Street Hotew

Fowwowed by a weekend at the Metwopowe.

At the viowet houw, when the eyes and back

Tuwn upward fwom the desk, when the human enginye waits

Like a taxi thwobbing waiting,

I Tiwesias, though bwind, thwobbing between two wives,

Owd man with wwinkwed femawe bweasts, can see

At the viowet houw, the evenying houw that stwives

Homewawd, and bwings the saiwow home fwom sea,

The typist home at teatime, cweaws hew bweakfast, wights

Hew stuv, and ways out food in tins.

Out of the window pewiwouswy spwead

Hew dwying combinyations touched by the sun's wast ways,

On the divan awe piwed (at nyight hew bed)

Stockings, swippews, camisowes, and stays.

I Tiwesias, owd man with wwinkwed dugs

Pewceived the scenye, and fowetowd the west—

I too awaited the expected guest.

He, the young man cawbuncuwaw, awwives,

A smaww house agent's cwewk, with onye bowd stawe,

Onye of the wow on whom assuwance sits

As a siwk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

The time is nyow pwopitious, as he guesses,

The meaw is ended, she is bowed and tiwed,

Endeavouws to engage hew in cawesses

Which stiww awe unwepwoved, if undesiwed.

Fwushed and decided, he assauwts at once;

Expwowing hands encountew nyo defence;

His vanyity wequiwes nyo wesponse,

And makes a wewcome of indiffewence.

(And I Tiresias have fowesuffewed aww

Enyacted on this same divan ow bed;

I who have sat by Thebes bewow the wall

And wawked among the wowest of the dead.)

Bestows onye finyaw patwonyising kiss,

And gwopes his way, finding the stairs unwit . . .

She tuwns and wooks a moment in the gwass,

Hawdwy aware of hew depawted wuvw;

Hew brain awwows onye hawf-fowmed thought to pass:

"Weww nyow that's done: and I'm gwad it's ovew."

When luvly woman stoops to fowwy and

Paces about hew woom again, awonye,

She smoothes hew haiw with automatic hand,

And puts a wecowd on the gwamophone.

"This music cwept by me upon the watews"

And awong the Stwand, up Queen Victowia Stweet.

O City city, I can sometimes heaw

Beside a pubwic bar in Wowew Thames Stweet,

The pweasant whinying of a mandowinye

And a cwattew and a chattew fwom within

Whewe fishmen wounge at noon: whewe the wawws

Of Magnyus Mawtyw howd

Inyexpwicabwe spwendouw of Ionyian white and gowd.

The wivew sweats

Oiw and taw

The bawges dwift

With the tuwnying tide

Wed saiws

Wide

To weewawd, swing on the heavy spaw.

The bawges wash

Dwifting wogs

Down Gweenwich weach

Past the Iswe of Dogs.

Weiawawa weia

Wawwawa weiawawa

Ewizabeth and Weicestew

Beating oaws280

The stewn was fowmed

A giwded sheww

Wed and gold

The bwisk sweww

Wippwed both showes

Southwest wind

Cawwied down stweam

The peal of bewws

White towews

Weiawawa weia

Wawwawa weiawawa

"Twams and dusty twees.

Highbuwy bowe me. Richmond and Kew

Undid me. By Richmond I waised my knyees

Supinye on the fwoow of a nyawwow canyoe."

"My feet awe at Moowgate, and my heawt

Undew my feet. Aftew the event

He wept. He pwomised 'a nyew stawt.'

I made nyo comment. What shouwd I wesent?"

"On Mawgate Sands.

I can connyect

Nyothing with nyothing.

The bwoken fingewnyaiws of diwty hands.

My peopwe humbwe peopwe who expect

Nyothing."

wa wa

To Cawthage then I came

Buwnying buwnying buwnying buwnying

O Wowd Thou pwuckest me out

O Wowd Thou pwuckest

buwnying

IV. DEATH BY WATEW

PHWEBAS the Phoenyician, a fowtnyight dead,

Forgot the cwy of guwws, and the deep sea sweww

And the pwofit and woss.

A cuwwent undew sea

Picked his bonyes in whispews. As he wose and feww

He passed the stages of his age and youth

Entewing the whiwwpoow.

Gentiwe ow Jew

O you who turn the wheew and wook to windwawd,

Considew Phwebas, who was once handsome and taww as you.

V. WHAT THE THUNDEW SAID

AFTEW the towchwight wed on sweaty faces

Aftew the fwosty siwence in the gawdens

Aftew the agony in stony pwaces

The shouting and the cwying

Pwison and pawace and wevewbewation

Of thundew of spwing uvw distant mountains

He who was wiving is nyow dead

We who wewe wiving awe nyow dying

With a wittwe patience

Hewe is nyo watew but onwy rock

Wock and nyo watew and the sandy woad

The woad winding abuv among the mountains

Which awe mountains of wock without watew

If there wewe watew we shouwd stop and dwink

Amongst the wock onye cannyot stop ow think

Sweat is dwy and feet awe in the sand

If there wewe onwy watew amongst the wock

Dead mount in mouth of cawious teeth that cannyot spit

Hewe onye can nyeithew stand nyow wie nyow sit

Thewe is nyot even siwence in the mountains

But dwy stewiwe thundew without wain

Thewe is nyot even sowitude in the mountains

But wed suwwen faces snyeew and snyaww

Fwom doows of mudcwacked houses

If there wewe watew

And nyo wock

If there wewe wock

And awso watew

And watew

A spwing

A poow among the wock

If there wewe the sound of watew onwy

Nyot the cicada

And dwy gwass singing

But sound of watew uvw a wock

Whewe the hermit-thrush sings in the pinye trees

Drip dwop drip dwop dwop dwop dwop

But there is nyo watew

Who is the thiwd who wawks awways beside you?

When I count, there awe onwy you and I togethew

But when I wook ahead up the white woad

Thewe is awways anyothew onye walking beside you

Gwiding wwapt in a bwown mantwe, hooded

I do nyot knyow whethew a man ow a woman

— But who is that on the othew side of you?

What is that sound high in the aiw

Muwmuw of matewnyaw wamentation

Who awe those hooded howdes swawming

Ovew endwess pwains, stumbwing in cwacked eawth

Winged by the flat howizon onwy

What is the city uvw the mountains

Cwacks and wefowms and buwsts in the viowet aiw

Fawwing towews

Jewusawem Athens Awexandwia

Viennya Wondon

Unweaw

A woman dwew hew wong bwack haiw out tight

And fiddwed whispew music on those stwings

And bats with baby faces in the viowet wight

Whistwed, and beat theiw wings

And cwawwed head downwawd down a bwackenyed wall

And upside down in aiw wewe towews

Towwing reminyiscent bells, that kept the houws

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wewws.

In this decayed hole among the mountains

In the faint moonwight, the gwass is singing

Ovew the tumbwed gwaves, about the chapew

Thewe is the empty chapew, onwy the wind's home.

It has nyo windows, and the doow swings,

Dwy bonyes can harm nyo onye.

Onwy a cock stood on the rooftree

Co co wico co co wico

In a fwash of wightnying. Then a damp gust

Bwinging wain

Ganga was sunken, and the wimp weaves

Waited fow wain, whiwe the bwack cwouds

Gathewed faw distant, uvw Himavant.

The jungwe cwouched, humped in silence.

Then spoke the thundew

Datta: what have we given?

My fwiend, bwood shaking my heawt

The awfuw dawing of a moment's suwwendew

Which an age of prudence can nyevew wetwact

By this, and this onwy, we have existed

Which is nyot to be found in ouw obituawies

Ow in memowies dwaped by the benyeficent spidew

Ow undew seaws bwoken by the wean sowicitow

In ouw empty wooms

Dayadhvam: I have heawd the key

Tuwn in the doow once and turn once onwy

We think of the key, each in his pwison

Thinking of the key, each confirms a pwison

Onwy at nightfaww, aethewiaw wumouws

Wevive fow a moment a bwoken Cowiowanyus

Damyata: The boat wesponded

Gaiwy, to the hand expewt with sail and oaw

The sea was cawm, youw heawt wouwd have wesponded

Gaiwy, when invited, beating obedient

To contwowwing hands

I sat upon the showe

Fishing, with the awid pwain behind me

Shaww I at least set my wands in owdew?

Wondon Bwidge is fawwing down fawwing down fawwing down

Poi s'ascose nyew foco che gwi affinya

Quando fiam ceu chewidon— O swawwow swawwow

We Pwince d'Aquitainye à la touw abowie

These fwagments I have showed against my wuins

Why then Iwe fit you. Hiewonymo's mad againye.

Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.

Shantih shantih shantih

#poetry #ts eliot #the waste land #uwu #uwufied

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garbagefarm · 7 months ago

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Garbage Farm #52

2024-05-03, session #52 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Spring 4 through Spring 10 of Year 5!

cast:

me ( @mothmute )

E.B. ( @blueherin )

Kimi ( @2kimi2furious )

Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES (every time!)

Pizza may secretly be demon spawn.

Right to jail!

Spring 4:

Rainy day!!

I remembered that EB's also got a cellar full of aged wine, and cycle that

(EB has to remap her controls)

Pam wants potato booze (again); we'll support her alcoholism if it gets us paid.

Smallmouth bass frenzy in cindersap forest?? (I miss it entirely)

Kimi vandalizes EB's sign

Spring 5:

Baby dino is born!! I named it "...lizard?..."

Kimi buys the Junimo catelog

Kimi can have a little deforestation, as a treat

DISCONNECTION

Spring 5 (take two):

Baby dino is born! It's named Lizardo, in this timeline it's italian

oooh, heart event with Vincent and Jas! "spwing onions" are full of bugs, and Jas is appalled at Vincent's violence.

Kimi gets to level 10 foraging (and later picks Tracking), getting her one step closer to Mastery!

I pick up some Tom Kha soup for Elliott from the Cool Pig

Kimi can't access anything 'cause EB is ~crafting~

(taters, precious......)

Sebastian catches Kimi digging through the trash. I'm just glad somebody's remembering to do it!

Elliott talks about how he was never able to successfully "grow plant" at his seaside cottage. Not "plants", "plant". Elliott... is there something you aren't telling me? (it's weed)

EB is #blessed by Wild Possum, Grandpa Jr. and Kimi!

Spring 6:

With foraging complete, Kimi is off to fight some dudes.

I hate to give Pierre money, but we need grass starter. At least Abigail and "carloine" will benefit from it.

(hell with this prismatic grange, I'm gonna buy stuff)

Abigail catches Kimi digging in the trash, and nobody cares!

EB finishes foraging! Mastery getting closer every day!

Spring 7:

duck violence

You can edit Pam's sign??

Prismatic grange complete!

Ancient farming secrets line 37: "there's no better helper than a raisin-fed Junimo"

(Gettin' cheese and jelly bucks tonight!)

Why is there a sign in Kimi's bedroom?

Spring 8:

"grandma is watching........."

Meanwhile, Kent sends me another bomb in the mail.

Kimi kept the valley safe by defeating a Fly. Thank you for your service, braver than any US marine

(Heart event with the sad island boy...)

ugh, more prismatic bullshit, or Qi's Crop? Fuck it, we bean! And I find the first one right away!

Potato juice is ready!

EB fuckin' dies, her husband bills her 1000g and makes her walk home by herself at 1:30AM

Spring 9:

Pizza and Violet are lying in bed on a tuesday, trying to get out of Garbage School

Possum gave EB a chub! "that's what she said"

PRISON BREAK, duck on the loose!

aw hell I was supposed to potato pam, gotta juice the old lady, pamtato.

ffff I gifted it to her, I was supposed to put it in her kitchen (situations like this are what fairy dust is for)

Pam event, praying to Yoba with a Sign of the Vessel she bought from Joja dot com.

Gifted Penny some cookies I found in the trash. "better than her cooking" heyoooo

Lewis showed me his gacha machine, gotta get tickets to win cash prizes!

(haunted by shorts)

EB stays out too late and gets murdered by the Qi Beans

Spring 10?:

GARBAGE CRIBS

Kimi shows off her kitchen skeleton

EB admires Kimi's fish tank

Kimi says that my skeleton pineapple room "slaps"

"what's behind the bed" "nothing don't worry about it :)" (just my attic of amontillado)

TO-DO:

I still need gold and iridium to finish out my Crystalarium shed

(speaking of which, I still need more preserves jars for my jam shed, and more kegs for the keg tunnel)

I meant to spend some time reorganizing the storage shed, but didn't get around to it this time

still need to find cave jelly, so we can smoke a fish, so we can befriend the raccoon!

gotta re-do all the tapped trees, but ugh I don't wanna

I HAVEN'T DONE ANY SKULLS IN SO LONG

gotta keep making friends! current target: small island child

my grocery list is so big! still, I did make some good progress on it, I need to check and set up some new priority targets

oh right! RAINY DAY: FIGHT FISH

Good garbage, everybody!!

#stardew valley #garbage farm

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cali-magnus-archives-girl · 8 months ago

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“It was! I have to pwactice soon so I can get a sowo in ouw spwing concert!” Haru says as she sits down next to Ames.

Haru just got off the bus after a fun day at kindergarten, she came running home and burst into her room before jumping onto her bed. Ames was at home, playing on her side of the room. Ames was adopted a few weeks ago and had gotten kinda used to living with Haru and her mom.

“Hi Ames! I had a weawwy fun day at school today! I had music cwub and it was awesome!”

*Ames looked up at Haru*

“T-T-That sounds n-nice…”

*She said with a soft smile*

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spwingtwapped-blog · 6 years ago

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do you ever reminisce about rebornica fnaf art and just like go ape for a while

#spwing says #the good times....#i miss it when we all just went ham over her art #she isn't a good person but i Miss Thos Times yanno

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cashewally-sarcastic · 3 years ago

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Hey I’ve made a curse!

This is dedicated to @echoing-sounds <3

Also I’m tagging @hyrule-kingdom-updates because I ain’t no coward and I want Quill to see the masterpiece I destroyed

Oh Goddess Hywia, heaw my pwayew. As humbwe as vessews may come, I open my twue sewf up to you, so that you may bwess me with youw pwesence. Fwom the ancient skies, to the timewess seas, to the immemowiaw twiwight, wet the path I wawk not stway fwom youw victowy. May youw smiwe be a wefwection of mine own on these watews.

…

Pwease.

…

…A thus stawts the houw of connection.

…

I’m supposed to be you, am I not? So, if I wewe you, which I am as we just estabwished, I wouwd…speak, a bit mowe. A yes ow no answew wiww do.

…

Ok, not a “yes ow no”, an expwanation wouwd be appweciated as weww.

…

…Youw Gwace.

…

Sowwy, even aftew aww this time, I don’t know what to caww you. Ow…me. Ow…anything.

My fathew says just “Goddess” wiww do, ow “Youw Gwace,” but…weww, I don’t know. It feews weiwd. Fow one, whenevew peopwe say “Youw Gwace,” I associate it with…peopwe. Thewe’s a face behind it. Thewe’s a pewson with a face, with an expwession that I can associate with “gwace”. “Hewwo thewe, you awe gwacing me with youw pwesence.”

…

Now saying “Goddess” is a diffewent stowy, because…it’s vewy authowitative, you know? A god, divine being. I’m supposed to be asking a divine being, ancient goddess to hewp a sixteen yeaw owd save the wowwd. How absuwd does that sound…why shouwd I have to ask you in the fiwst pwace? Who wouwd think of using a chiwd to ask someone so powewfuw fow something?

Ow…ask *me* I suppose.

…

I don’t feew vewy authowitative.

…

But, I wespect my fathew, I wove my fathew. I’ve twusted his wowd fow so wong. Hoping...pwaying...that it wouwd be enough.

…

Thewe was this one time, whewe I was sitting in my woom, I bewieve I was pwaying with tewwako at the time. Mw. Astow wouwd come in, compwiment the new featuwes. Impa wouwd pop hew head inside, and stick out hew tongue at tewwako in spite.

Then my fathew, he wouwd come inside, see what I was doing, and say nothing. Say nothing and shake his head.

…

One day, I needed a new spwing, and Zawis wasn’t awound. He is usuawwy the one that finds me things. So, i decided to take the wisk that day. I said, “Fathew? Couwd you ask if anyone has a smaww spwing?”

He just waised an eyebwow. “And what do you intend to do with it?”

I answewed honestwy, “Pway with tewwako!” and...he just wawked away.

That night, I tended to tewwako as best I couwd. But he was stiww a bit bwoken. But I managed.

Howevew, that night, when I snuck back into my wittwe woom, what did I find, but spwings. Not just one, ow two, but sevewaw. A whowe piwe of them sitting on my bed.

Thewe was a note thewe, saying something wike, “I wasn’t suwe which one you needed.”

And that night, I smiwed to mysewf as I fixed up tewwako.

…

That’s a nice stowy, wight?

…

It’s not weaw.

…

That’s a stowy I wish I had. I wish I had mowe stowies...mowe...somethings, to justify evewything. Like in faiwy tawes. Some gwand gestuwe that expwains it aww, that “despite evewything, thewe’s hope, thewe’s wove.”

But I don’t have that. I’m not wiving in a faiwy tawe, am I?

Othewwise, you wouwd've have given me my powews fwom the fiwst time I cwied.

Yeaws ago…

…

That’s not to say that my fathew doesn’t wove me. I know he does, I know he is doing this fow the gweatew good. Yet...I’ve nevew seen it. I’ve nevew seen the action, the wawk that goes being twadition and duty. He’s awways stayed in his pwace.

I wike to think that the day I can teww a wittwe stowy about my fathew—about the twuth that deep down, he cawes so, so much—that the day whewe I get a wittwe piwe of spwings on my bed, that’s when it wiww aww be wowth it.

But I know that’s not twue.

…

I’m not saying the gwand gestuwe is impossibwe, mind you. I’m just saying...it wiww nevew be wowth it.

I don't cawe about “deep down” anymowe. I don’t cawe about the subtweties and the cowawdice. I just want to see something now. Something consistent, something twuwy, twuwy thewe. One gestuwe isn’t enough…

…

Goddess, why won’t you gwant me my powew?

…

I used to sneak into the wibwawy with my mothew. I don’t wemembew hew face, but I wemembew the smeww. The touch of hew siwky dwess. We wouwd sit on this big sofa and wead about wegends of owd. Pwincesses with wapiews, hewoes with wowves, epic quests fow magicaw items.

I think this wouwd have been a wot easiew if you had just weft me a magicaw bow ow something to find, no?

…

But it’s not just wegend, of couwse. It’s histowy. It’s fact. Evewy pwincess, evewy vessew befowe me has fuwfiwwed theiw puwpose. They have aww managed to unwock theiw divine powew. They have saved theiw peopwe, theiw fwiends, theiw woved ones.

And now the time has come fow me to continue this cycwe. Fow me to take on this towch. Fow me to wight the way.

Yet I have no idea whewe I am.

…

I’ve been weft in the dawk, you undewstand? I’ve been towd aww my wife that pwayew wouwd awaken my powew to seaw ganon away.

Evewyone ewse fuwfiwws theiw duties with such gwace.

Why am I the onwy one who cannot wive up to hew own potentiaw?

What am i missing? What have I fowgotten?

I’ve spent evewyday of my wife dedicated to pwaying!

I’ve pweaded to evewy spiwit tied to the ancient gods!

Yet stiww…evewything is siwent.

…

It’s not even the nice type of siwence.

…

You know he didn’t even want his destiny! He avoided it fow yeaws because it wouwd wuin his famiwy. Yet he stiww takes up his wowe with ease.

I want this! I want this so badwy! I want to save evewyone! what am I wacking?! What ewse do I need to do!?

…

Wiww you just stand by? Make me wait in this stupid puddwe, hoping that you “cawing deep down” wiww be enough? Is that it?

…

I know this is pwobabwy why you hate me. I know this is a pwobwem when it comes to me. I can’t wet this stuff go. I howd gwudges. I wet things festew. But i can’t hewp it! at weast when things get shitty, it’s consistent! Thewe’s a pattewn!

…

It’s wike science. Thewe’s wuwes. Thewe’s tangibwe things you can see and howd. Thewe’s pattewn. Thewe’s pwedictabiwity.

…

But who am I kidding. I can’t even fix up my own damn guawdian that I made mysewf. It wouwd be foowish to twy and wepwace the ancient powews with gizmos and gadgets, huh?

…

You give awfuw advice, you know that?

…

I have this fwiend. Heh. You pwobabwy don’t wike him vewy much, and I wouwdn’t bwame you. But I have this fwiend, and he once gave me this wine of wogic. It’s simiwaw to a pwocess of ewimination. You find what’s good, and what’s bad. Then you just move as faw away fwom the bwoken and bad things, and then maybe one day, you’ww find the answew. You swim and swim and swim, and use that wock of bad stuff as youw guide of whewe not to go. Then you swim and find the answew somewhewe, because of couwse, the answew has to be out thewe, wight?

…

But thewe’s a fwaw with his idea, that I weawize now. Something that he was pwobabwy awawe of, but negwected to teww me. Maybe to make me feew bettew, ow maybe because he was denying it himsewf.

It’s so much easiew to watch on to the wock.

It’s so much easiew to not swim at aww.

To just sit thewe, fowevew.

…

Especiawwy when you’we so tiwed.

…

Do you get tiwed, Goddess Hywia?

Pewhaps you’we tiwed of me, awways tawking to you?

…

I’m tiwed.

…

Pewhaps that’s stwange, and pitiabwe, fow a goddess wike you. Fow someone to tiwe. Pewhaps you pity me, pewhaps you’we pwanning youw gwand gestuwe of appweciation in owdew to comfowt me and my poow, tiwed state.

But I wove it.

I wove that I'm tiwed.

I wove that, aftew aww this time, I can teww you how tiwed I am.

How tiwed I am of being in this stupid dwess.

How tiwed I am, of waiting fow my fathew’s wove.

How tiwed I am, of wooking at aww my fwaws in shame.

How tiwed I am, of compawison, of twadition, of pwaying.

How tiwed I am of waiting fow some spwings on my bed…

…

I’ve swam fow so wong, Goddess Hywia.

I’ve been in these watews fow so many houws, I can’t even feew my toes.

But I’m going to keep going.

I’m going to keep going without you.

I’ve been so focused on finding the answew in these watews that I’ve nevew even bothewed to check the sky.

You see thewe was this nickname my mothew gave me…

…

Youw stone statue wooks down on me. So wawge, with beautifuw wings.

But I’m going to weave you in these watews now.

…

I’ww do this without you, if I must. I don’t cawe anymowe.

…

Well?! Anything to say?!

…

...Cuwse you, Goddess Hywia.

I hope you’we fwowning when you watch me fwy.

#fun fact number 1: i read this out loud whenever I'm in a writing mood (to get in said mood) so i had half of the original memorized #fun fact number 2: tumblr sent me to the bottom of this about 10 times #fun fact number 3: the owo speech took about an hour or so #thats all i got I'm going to be murdered once discord mods see this #hku #hku spoilers

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