#thee be cursed with cat boys

[yandere-daydreams]

Gojo and nanami are definitely the most misrepresented characters in fanfic in my eyes. I share the same sentiments with you about nanami and people writing him as if he's geriatric because he's just a no nonsense, work and go home, responsible adult. He knows what memes are, and he knows how to use a smartphone, he even used video game terms when he was fighting dagon! ("It's like he has infinite HP") He would know who doja cat is!

As for gojo, I feel like a lot of writers conflate his extroversion and somewhat silly demeanor for having people skills. It's canon that his lack of social skills is his one main flaw! And you can see it through the way the other characters interact with him: Ijichi is scared of him, Nanami thinks he's flippant, and Utahime straight up despises him and he thinks she's just joking about it. All of the Tokyo students save for Yuuji and Yuuta think he's weird and find his silliness off-putting. I just don't think he'd be very popular in those college AUs that write him as some kind of social butterfly who's friends with everyone, at best, he'd be well-known for his good looks and family name and being glued to the hip to Geto, who would definitely be the more popular one of the two. He'd probably also put people off by making insensitive comments (intentional or not) when trying to hold conversations, he's just not a guy that can easily understand other people or be understood. That's just my take tho

i've already spoken my thoughts on nanami, but,,, yeah T-T he's a very 'no frills' character, and since it's difficult to make a character who's only goal is to be boring, y'know, interesting, people tend to just settle on making him act older/overly mature/overly stoic, instead. i get why it happens, but i do which creators would engage with how funny he is as a character from time-to-time. that poor man is bare-knuckling it through life, blasting cobra by megan thee stallion and trying not to get the sixteen-year-olds he works with killed and he should be more appreciated for that.

and i couldn't agree more with the gojo stuff T-T T-T the popular fuckboy is a very common archetype that a lot of people want to write around, and as the resident pretty boy, i get why people want to slot gojo into it, but it's literally canon that not a single damn person can stand being around him for longer than an hour at a time beyond, like, two high-schoolers and the ex-boyfriend who hasn't spoke to him in ten years. i think the only canon-compliant way to write for him in an college/no curses au would be like. that guy who everyone assumes is popular because he's rich and attractive, but actually has like two friends and is way better at sports + housework than his overly pretentious major. he just kind of sucks, and it's important to me that people recognize that as one of his most endearing traits.

[faithdeans]

fic recs let's gooo

these some of my personal favourite long-form/multi-chap fics

***please mind the tags! the horror fics are kinda fucked up and i know that isn't for everyone so just make sure you know what you're about to read ps i might make a separate list for other horror fics?***

under the cut because there are so many sorry and i added comments because i can't shut up apparently.

so, in alphabetical order....

The Cheapest Room In The House by biggaybenny [E | 89k]

what if instead of a very sincere and earnest love confession dean just found out cas was gay? no confession, no god-jack endgame. just post-s15 stupidity. just dean being deranged. the dean downloads grindr for cas fic

you know it, you love it. thee chaotic boy besties fic with parts that will also rip you open

Fenario by ftmsteverogers (@/sodomitecastiel) [E | 47k]

“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.” Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”

once again you know it and you love it. THEE lake house fix it fic. also love that they are jewish and you can tell how much of the author's heart clearly went into this. one of those fics where it will ususpectingly knock you to your knees with a single sentence

Linden by fleeceframe (@/tasteslikevelvet) [E | 67k]

Castiel’s heart stumbles before he can stop it, before he can think about how pathetic that is. To think that every interaction the Swans have proceeds them, that everyone is just waiting to get a glimpse of one of them to fuel their gossip circles for the next three days. Even the invisible shy flutter in his stomach at the thought of the Swans (not the Swans, just one of them, just one single man, but is that any better?) makes Castiel feel like he’s participating in the blatant objectification that he’s uncomfortable just witnessing. The Swans are only people. This is something that Castiel holds onto. Just people who happen to have a generational curse in their bloodline. And when he interacts with Sam Winchester or Eileen Leahy at his stall, it’s easy. He says hello, they say hello back. The Swans are just people. And yet, Dean Winchester remains unfathomable.

ohhhh this fic feels like springtime and sunlight through the trees and everything that is good. i devoured this fic, it is so sweet and captivating and wonderfully poetic. a comfort read fr

The Lord of The Lake by rhinestoneangels (almondrose) (@pinknatural) [T | 29k]

The lakehouse is haunted.

this fic is so special to me. there's emma. there's a cat. they're a FAMILY. there's ACE DEAN!?? it's thee ace!dean fic for me and steph did such a wonderful job exploring that

Muder Ballads (Red Right Hand) by Duckyboos [E | 85k+]

It all starts with the mysterious note left on Dean’s chair. It all ends with Dean coming to terms not only with what he’s capable of, but how much that knowledge doesn’t bother him.

hehe this is one of the ones you need to make sure you're comfortable with before you read it... it's yeah.. it's real dark. the storytelling is so compelling and i could NOT put this down. sometimes you gotta read something kinda fucked up. especially when it is so well written. also if you do like this then i recommend everything duckyboos has written hehe

Put Up Your Dukes by saltyfeathers [E | 38k]

Dean can't sleep. Cas offers to tire him out.

i mean *i* have always considered this a classic. honestly it's so fun and funny and just ugh i just love it, so read it pls

Revelation 13 by fullvoid [E | 44k]

It’s Dean’s day off, and he’d like to spend it how he always does—by kicking his feet up with a cold one and watching soap operas—not by discovering an enormous, creepy hole in his bathroom wall that definitely wasn’t there when he went to bed last night. But it’s no big deal. He can just patch it up and still devote plenty of time to Dr. Sexy afterward. There is only one problem. He can’t leave his apartment, and there’s a message on his front door written in…is that blood? And why is it signed by someone named “Cas”? Things can only get better from here, right?

hehe i know nothing about silent hill but i DO know that this is an amazing horror fic!! read it in one sitting and would do it again!

Russian to the Altar by MalMuses [E | 144k]

“I need you to marry Castiel.” They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway? It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

i LOVE a romcom fic and this one is soooo fantastic (it's a classic, right?) it has bdsm. it has destiel being idiots in love. it's also incredibly sweet. what more could you want?

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston [E | 33k]

Dean and Cas, a long stretch of highway, and 36 questions empirically designed to make two people fall in love. As if they weren't already.

CANONVERSE ROMCOM? YEAH.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 (@/valleydean) [E | 166k]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

WESTERN AU. also to quote myself: "fics that make you pace around your room at midnight while sobbing". also once again i can't believe this isn't a piece of classic literature it's just that damn good.

So Says The Sword by komodobits [E | 85k]

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’ Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

we all agree this is canon, right? a classic. it completely shook me up the first time i read it, and honestly it change my perspective of the entire show, for the better of course.

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [E | 89k]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

another western au!! this list would not be complete without this fic. one of my very faves. it's my ultimate comfort fic. i get so sad whenever i finish it because i never want it to end. i can't praise it enough i don't have the words

What Baking Can Do by cowlovely (@dollhousemary) [T | 63k]

She lets out a low whistle. “Damn,” she says, not even bothering to look up as Dean comes to sit on the counter beside her. “You guys did well yesterday, huh?” Dean shrugs. “I guess. Wednesdays get a lot of foot traffic. Dunno why.” Jo gives him a sidelong look. “It’s because on Wednesdays, we have your ‘Strawberry Heaven Pie’ or whatever the hell you call it.” “Strawberry Chocolate Oasis Pie,” he corrects. “And there’s absolutely no way to prove that. People probably just like to get some sorta treat in the middle of the week or whatever.” “I absolutely can prove that, when was the last time any of that pie was left at the end of the day—hell, at the end of the morning shift?” “Okay, that’s definitely an exaggeration,” he retorts. “It’s never sold out before lunch.” “Can you stop being a bitch and accept that people like your pie?”

i have no idea what waitress is and it literally doesn't matter because ivy makes this its whole own world... if you want something insanely sweet, with amazing character depth and that feels like a warm hug, look no further. this is one of my comfort fics and i have read it multiple times and will read it again!!!!!

Who Ya Gonna Call? by saintedcastiel (@saintedcastiel) [M | 49k]

Finally free from Chuck's machinations, Dean flees the bunker to make a home for himself away from the hunting world. He settles into his new life but can't quite shake the feeling that he's not alone. There's a ghost haunting him, tied to the last thing on Earth that Castiel touched. As the spirit gets angrier and more dangerous to the people around him, will Dean be able to bring himself to let him go?

if you're reading this the day i post this you might have seen me losing my mind on the dash. read it one sitting because it pulled me in instantly and would not let me go. so beautifully written and it's... it's the ending we deserved. i think this needs to be the next fandom classic i am Not joking. one of the few fics that made me sob my eyes out i don't even know what to say anymore just read it please trust me it's WONDERFUL.

[9800sblog]

horoscope tarot reading

energy of each zodiac sign this week [july 10 - 16]

you should read about your:

• ascendant/rising sign - for the events happening in your life and your patterns of behavior this week.

• moon sign - for your personal perspectives and introspection.

• sun sign - for how you might react to all of it.

ARIES

you're being called to think and ponder before acting, because your energy is quite immature this week. you may have some triggers of childhood traumas, so focusing on your passions and what you do well would do you and others around you well. your hurting is valid, but you should know you have control of your narrative and changing the way you look at things will bring you the fulfillment you deserve. I applaud your courage, just don't use it to be reckless!

cigarettes & alcohol - oasis

key words: flat tire, bumpy road, responsibilities, fight, parent x offspring, learning, cheese, wild.

TAURUS

lazy and happy. your occupation may suck but you're finally seeing some return. this week, you shall rest well at home with your close ones. it's a good week for comfort, I don't see many obligations, and if there is for some of you, I still see really good relaxation time.

windy day - oh my girl

american teen - khalid

key words: storm, tv in the afternoon, birds chirping, pajamas, cookies, sofa, family lunch, blanket.

GEMINI

working with a difficult boss makes you so tired, communication is difficult between you. I see you really tired and tense wanting to give up, but you're strong and focused, although you have difficulty focusing this week. your friends are the best thing in your life, count on them to free your burdens. you may get sick by the end of the week.

nice boys - guns n' roses

key words: work, yawning, listening, complaining, heavy body, learning.

CANCER

same old, same old. cancers are currently having birthdays, you guys may worry about getting older, feeling like your life is flashing by you. someone who's opinions matter a lot to you may cheer you up, directly or not. you're worried your celebration will be sad and lacking in love, but your thoughts are only making it look worse than it actually is! don't worry too much, the people who love you are always around you.

boys don't cry - the cure

key words: elders, sun is always bright, spiritual messages, ghosts, support, bad gifts or advices, crying on your birthday, strength.

LEO

you may lose sight of your passion this week and realize you're only doing things for the money, your inner child not very happy with the process of being an adult. trying to be patient and confident while trying to show respect to those that pay your bills. you're emotionally overwhelmed because of material things, but your abilities are shining this week, you're very good at what you do.

chin check - n.w.a.

key words: eye roll, overbearing people, gluttony, pointy objects, shaky legs, frustration, babies, nutritious food.

VIRGO

definitely practicing patience, specially with other people. you feel like those around are attacking your privacy and not letting you do your own thing, misinterpreting your actions into something that is totally opposite of you. wait, your favorite person will help you feel better and you'll end the week with confidence and good work.

gift & a curse - megan thee stallion

key words: admirer, stoicism, check mark, caged, impressions, dream, hurry.

LIBRA

not seeing eye to eye with someone, but feeling confident. a new idea or solution coming up makes it all feel harmonious again, you're worried about things that aren't real, making up struggles, I see that coming to an end. the end of trying to juggle a million ideas in your head, it all feels realistically better and you may feel silly about it, embarrassed. double standards for yourself vs others.

the sweet escape - gwen stefani

rehab - amy winehouse

key words: anxiety, worried of criticism, not thinking deeply, silly cats, "seriously? -_-".

SCORPIO

at first, you won't see how bad something actually is, devil in disguise, wolf in sheep's clothing, you're not running away from your troubles, it's uncomfortable but you tackle it face forward, you'll change the situation quickly, freeing yourself from other's thoughts and opinions as you try to figure out what's best for you. focusing on the darkest parts of yourself, cutting some people off, shadow work, assertiveness. do you have authority over your own life? good friends help you gain stability, harmful ones make you feel on edge, always in competition or stress. you'll enjoy being real and firm.

phonography - britney spears

key words: structure, loneliness heals, maturing, growing up, finding trust, physical pain, being yourself, assured.

SAGITTARIUS

you start the week with excitement and playfulness, taking in many responsibilities, you'll get tired quickly wrapping yourself in work. your friends and family will help you and as the social being you are, you'll get energized and confident (still physically tired). make sure to pay attention to your eating! there seems to be a reward by the end of the week.

fashion killa - a$ap rocky

key words: small smile, high horse, work fun, healing wounds, ponytail, celebrated.

CAPRICORN

you're straight to the point. you're so focused on what you can see and touch, you're not feeling your emotions and ignoring the potential there is everywhere around you for extreme fulfillment. you're so obsessed with the way that things are "supposed to be like" that you're leaving behind things that you shouldn't leave, you're running and hiding from your own potential and happiness. your worries talking way louder than reality. the solution is right in front of you, but you're just watching, pondering, admiring it instead of investing in it. just do it, I'm so frustrated with this energy!!!! kkkkkkk you're so by the book, by the rules, just do stuff, you play too safe that it harms and cages you.

speak now - taylor swift

summertime - my chemical romance

key words: plant/stem cutting, smirk, focus, happiness matters, YES, determination, dwelling.

AQUARIUS

very effective and quick witted, also super weird. you're focused on yourself so other's opinions are just not important right now, you can't even hear it. the week seems to be going great for you, an exciting, healing and fun time. there is a lot of progress in your work and/or studies, best friends and family being harmonious and loving. lot of people may try to break you down, but you know they are so lame and embarassing, why listen to them?

paradisin' - rina sawayama

key words: just lots of fun and good inner child healing.

PISCES

you're trying your best to not have troubles, getting some help from someone who understands your situation will definitely be effective, they'll bring a different perspective, their intelligence and interpretations are admirable. keep it simple with your wardrobe to feel confident.

sparks fly - taylor swift

key words: hippie style, hair on fire, water cup, getting up from bed, new idea, superstar, love.

[recursive360]

Auguries of Innocence

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage 

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions 

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State 

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood 

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear 

A Skylark wounded in the wing 

A Cherubim does cease to sing 

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright 

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul 

The wild deer, wandring here & there 

Keeps the Human Soul from Care 

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife 

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men 

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity 

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night 

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief 

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly 

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh 

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar 

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat 

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat 

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue 

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot 

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags 

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent 

It is right it should be so 

Man was made for Joy & Woe 

And when this we rightly know 

Thro the World we safely go 

Joy & Woe are woven fine 

A Clothing for the soul divine 

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine 

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands 

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity 

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight 

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar 

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore 

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death 

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear 

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun 

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands 

Or if protected from on high 

Does that whole Nation sell & buy 

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death 

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out 

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death 

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons 

The Questioner who sits so sly 

Shall never know how to Reply 

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out 

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown 

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace 

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow 

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply 

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile 

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please 

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt 

Theyd immediately Go out 

To be in a Passion you Good may Do 

But no Good if a Passion is in you 

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate 

The Harlots cry from Street to Street 

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet 

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse 

Dance before dead Englands Hearse 

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born 

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight 

Some are Born to sweet delight 

Some are Born to Endless Night 

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night 

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light 

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night 

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

----------

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)

[lamemaster]

I wanna try this at least once in my life. For the Silmarillion ship event, I mean. I am pretty introverted. I can appear a bit stoic in public and be quiet most of the time, but I'm more open in private. Huge animal lover thanks to an animal-loving family. (I can get anxious if I'm too much away from my cat) I sometimes have a bad habit of overthinking things, so I use writing to keep me calm and focused. Writing is an important hobby to me and I can have a wild imagination sometimes. I have a peculiar love for learning a language or two (still self-learning Swedish but it has become better than last time)

Heeeey mutual :))) thanks for requesting~~

I ship thee with the sweetest elf in the Silmarillion. Best boy in the entire lore (fite me people)...✨Beleg Cuthlion✨

Animal lover, Beleg is now your lover! This elf is out there collecting all the quiet and serious people like it's no one's business. Congratulations you get a free Turin with your elf ;)

Here is your very sweet and adorable ship dynamic.

(art by @leecheedoodles)

"No language, no matter what, should bear the consequence of the actions of the living. Languages, arts, and culture are an irremovable part of any being's existence." Unending rage filled your every pore.

With a resounding bang, you set the dinner on the table that Beleg had been busily arranging. "No king, no god has the right to banish any language. Even the orcs of cursed lands have the right to their tongue, so why should Quenya be banned?"

"Be it Elu Thingol or Eru himself, none have the right to deprive people of their words, their names, their identities." As you place the last remaining dishes on the table, you take a seat next to Beleg, who, for the past hour, has patiently listened without interruption.

A sigh escapes your lips, and you realize that perhaps you've ranted too much, and Beleg didn't deserve to bear the brunt of your anger. "I am so—"

"Nope," Beleg's finger gently rests against your lips, silencing your words for the first time. "I love your spirit, your caring nature for people, their languages, injured animals—everything about you."

Despite your protests, Beleg rises from his seat, positioning himself behind you. His hands begin to work their magic, gently massaging your shoulders, and the tension slowly drains from your body.

"I love you so much because in a world that is too preoccupied with notions of right and wrong, you care for its people. Even the exiles of Valinor are not spared by your compassion. How can I not admire such a person."

Surrounded by the warmth of the settling evening, you lean back into Beleg's touch, your hand gently grasping his massaging hands, urging him to return to his seat. "Your dinner will turn cold," you remind him.

However, Beleg Cuthalion's love is deep and unwavering. "If it is your wish to preserve Quenya, then I support you," his warm hands cradle your face. "I'd like to learn it with you," he winks before finally digging into his steaming dinner.

[deadeyes-o0]

Auguries of Innocence

By William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr’ all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africas Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will ne'er Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Vision of the Last Judgement

By William Blake

[libidomechanica]

He laid him whose conchs and then storm, leave thoughts of mortals

Know no such refin’d, pour’d unto     thee. Curse them, wax’d in parliament; and let us go: your     tree the flower blue sky

will grown weary limb; I with this     planet hung to the pond you, faire Nimphs layd down thing day; to     whom, by proof? But thy beauteous

heady; but aye she wept, he     walls god’s flute came from me, but will swing us, and their by     night the day appal. A

globe; whose sweet hears that something to     death. Nor mettled of solitary morning turned to blames     should by the feet weight my

soul deceived, cat-footed, glided     silent him. Had pastimes with foam’d, at once made the strings, a     God foster’d farms take this

a dozen in his faith, and pursues,     they call; my chin, your naked waist! The taller grassy     barrows of honour’d,

transgresses Giltbedding. He laid him     whose conchs and then storm, leave thoughts of mortals of that he worm     erected into the

day, he sailor Boy the news; the     red lea spread them thus far Socrates? Beneath their     imaginations reconciled

incense, tenderest press he     understand—be dumb on his legs in the hills, across just a     tricklings, or are the twilight

have the words she darkness well.     Long time decease, and Love all naked waist! Fields them all, and     weal; o lovely, as he

found to have once from Endymion     feed with a false esteem’d large propounded following sun     of tiffanie or comes to

wound us. Thou call cease thy great     office might erasing pains! The worms. One that you are she     turn’d fiend suspect he was

it not yet. Striving reason’s clasp’d     in a duck can swim, gladden thirsty grief, and toast, and their     eyes have behind a things.

[periwinklemeanderings]

Auguries of InnocenceBY

WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour

A Robin Red breast in a Cage

Puts all Heaven in a Rage

A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons

Shudders Hell thr' all its regions

A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

Predicts the ruin of the State

A Horse misusd upon the Road

Calls to Heaven for Human blood

Each outcry of the hunted Hare

A fibre from the Brain does tear

A Skylark wounded in the wing

A Cherubim does cease to sing

The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

Does the Rising Sun affright

Every Wolfs & Lions howl

Raises from Hell a Human Soul

The wild deer, wandring here & there

Keeps the Human Soul from Care

The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife

And yet forgives the Butchers knife

The Bat that flits at close of Eve

Has left the Brain that wont Believe

The Owl that calls upon the Night

Speaks the Unbelievers fright

He who shall hurt the little Wren

Shall never be belovd by Men

He who the Ox to wrath has movd

Shall never be by Woman lovd

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

Shall feel the Spiders enmity

He who torments the Chafers Sprite

Weaves a Bower in endless Night

The Catterpiller on the Leaf

Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

He who shall train the Horse to War

Shall never pass the Polar Bar

The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

The Gnat that sings his Summers Song

Poison gets from Slanders tongue

The poison of the Snake & Newt

Is the sweat of Envys Foot

The poison of the Honey Bee

Is the Artists Jealousy

The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

A Truth thats told with bad intent

Beats all the Lies you can invent

It is right it should be so

Man was made for Joy & Woe

And when this we rightly know

Thro the World we safely go

Joy & Woe are woven fine

A Clothing for the soul divine

Under every grief & pine

Runs a joy with silken twine

The Babe is more than swadling Bands

Throughout all these Human Lands

Tools were made & Born were hands

Every Farmer Understands

Every Tear from Every Eye

Becomes a Babe in Eternity

This is caught by Females bright

And returnd to its own delight

The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

Writes Revenge in realms of Death

The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

Does to Rags the Heavens tear

The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

Or if protected from on high

Does that whole Nation sell & buy

He who mocks the Infants Faith

Shall be mockd in Age & Death

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

The rotting Grave shall neer get out

He who respects the Infants faith

Triumphs over Hell & Death

The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

The Questioner who sits so sly

Shall never know how to Reply

He who replies to words of Doubt

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

The Strongest Poison ever known

Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

Nought can Deform the Human Race

Like to the Armours iron brace

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

Is to Doubt a fit Reply

The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

Make Lame Philosophy to smile

He who Doubts from what he sees

Will neer Believe do what you Please

If the Sun & Moon should Doubt

Theyd immediately Go out

To be in a Passion you Good may Do

But no Good if a Passion is in you

The Whore & Gambler by the State

Licencd build that Nations Fate

The Harlots cry from Street to Street

Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

Dance before dead Englands Hearse

Every Night & every Morn

Some to Misery are Born

Every Morn and every Night

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to sweet delight

Some are Born to Endless Night

We are led to Believe a Lie

When we see not Thro the Eye

Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

God Appears & God is Light

To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

But does a Human Form Display

To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/auguries-of-innocence

[legoman9010]

XLII: Sunlit, Moonspun, Earthbound

This is a story of Red and Blue This is a story of me and you

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Red is the sun and blue the moon My mighty empire lies in ruin Red is lines and angles too So Blue is wave and fungal bloom

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I am the lantern and the knife The little bird so full of strife The nine tailed fox, crowned with eyes And the cheshire cat, who always lies

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Frantic panicked swords are clashing I hear space witches cackling Their magics set the air aflame As Moon-spun curses scream my name

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Sunfire burns like nothing else Searing lungs and loss of self In a garden at start of time We grow roots, and begin to climb

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Mine art is a slow kind Magic born from my own mind Magic not of moon nor star For I could never reach so far

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I am you and you are me A thousand gifts I give to thee Candles bright and math so true Humble fire and skies of blue

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I am the girl who ate the Sun At least its not the only one I am the boy who built the World Soaked in sweat with fingers furled

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If red the sun and blue the moon I am the sea, and my name is June

[ask-badlydrawnroman]

Just the two of them

[moonandflowersfairy]

With Gojo Satoru's! younger sister reader // mitsuya + hakkai + baji x fem! reader

request: Hello!! Since ur requests are open, may I request the Toman boys (you can pick who you want to write for) dating headcanons where the reader is Gojo Saturo’s younger sister and who is also a sorcerer?

genre: not fluff but yeah

warnings: curse words, platonic, you know mikey since kids and introduced you to Toman captains, gender only specified in Hakkai's part!, you are a mini fem gojo hehe, not proofread

A.N: yoaimo 💠👄💠 I love jjk so much, this is me trying to pretend I am an entp. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed!

Mitsuya Takashi:

he is amazed by the way you look.

he thought he was a bit extravagant with his purple eyes and hair, and his eyebrows but you where on a different level. blue eyes, with white hair, and it was all natural!

looks to you from afar, in his mind he is making outfits for you, and if you want to make them real.

first one to talk to you out of the whole gang

a sweetheart with everyone and you are no exception.

knowing your powers he definitely kept his distance. he once saw you fight with curses and went 😵 you make it seem so easy.

he asked you how it worked and you did told him the basics because he seemed like a very mature boy and thee fact that he could see curses.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Shiba Hakkai:

its canon he freaks out around women, and when he saw you he almost fainted.

very attracted to you but still you had something that made him dizzy, your whole aura was on another level

didn't talk to you directly, you always heard things from him from others.

when he started talking to you he couldn't mantain eye contact, and usually it was only "mikey told me this...", "mikey wants to know if you could...", or simply nodding when you came around.

he saw you exorcise a curse by accident and his mind was going crazy. 'what the fuck was that???'

he once saw Satoru with you and just 🧍‍♂️

like there are 2 of you???, just one comes in a tall male

you are bff with Yuzuha because girl power 💅🏼

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Baji Keisuke:

interested, but acts like you are a normal person.

he knows you are not a regular person tho

he is impulsive like you, just he is a like animalistic and you are more charismatic, same shit but different form.

you embrace your chaotic side with him, going for a walk to burn things, adopt stray cats, usual things for Baji.

he asked if the rumors were true, and if you could demonstrate your powers. and so you did, blowing his mind and going 'keisuke.exe has stopped working'

he expected everything to be false and that you just intimidated a lot of people, thats why they said such things, but turns out it was real and that you truly were a sorcerer.

you explained to him the world of the sorcery and curses, didn't understand nothing but acted like he did.

enjoys your company and loves your personality

goes with you to your missions even if hd can't see curses and you hadn't asked him to go, wants to protect you aaww

[cindyvonotakuuwu]

Dafu-- oh my god hi. We know the drill now.

1. We talkin about real names? Cuz if so yeah sort of. One of the reasons I have this name is bc it's a mash-up of my parents' names. It's a frikin ship name if you will.

2. Almost did a few hours ago but the actual time was uhhhh two days ago idk

3. I AM a kid. Also eitherway I cannot be trusted with the life of another.

4. A bit. But it heightens when my sister is mad at me bc I like to piss her off.

5. I had swimming lessons as a child, now I drown easily. Played tennis also for a fair while, now the racket's dusty. Then I tried ice skating, my butt's gonna slip, probably.

6. Face?...

7. Dark bRoWn. Black with no light, becomes brown with light.

8. Happy endings, I am a sap. If I want something scary I will just watch horror gameplays (never movies) tankyouuu

9. I have light footsteps and intend to keep doing it to scare my sister and mom 💖

10. Philippines RAAAAAAA🦅🦅🦅

11. Drawing, writing, singing, dancing like a lunatic without knowing if there are people around, zoning out and daydreaming like a madman, playing games.

12. 1 dog and 1 cat!!! The dog is a fucking menace and the cat is old af.

13. Short. 5ft. Don't come at me ur ankles are mine >:(

14. Uhhhhh. Not doing it?/j Maybe Science. But bastard's betraying me and turning into different person.

15. Oh bOY idk anymore!!! Maybe a vet, or a psychologist, or an animator/designer. The curse of having too many dreams does to you when you realize how close you are to the real world.

Finally this tag curse is not anymore affecting me. Idk who to tag and idk if they use Tumblr still. But anyways they can have the curse.

@ritsusstuff OI I CURSE THEE💖

i have been tagged in this twice sooo ummmm guess i should do it XD thank you @tompettyofficial @shadoobee

1. Are you named after anyone? not a person but i am named after a cat

2. When was the last time you cried? last night.. this guy in the groupchat kept putting DUOLINGO STICKERS over ALL MY MESSAGES so the only logical assumption was that everyone in my life hated me. i was totally fine last night btw

3. Do you have kids? noooooo. never planning on having kids

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? whydja ask

5. What sports do you play/have played? sofball...socer...basketball at one point... also golf. i had a golf phase. but the texas heat phased that out very quick

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? idk. hair color

7. What’s your eye color? interesting story: the first time i got my passport photo taken, my mom couldn't decide what to put down so she just went around holding me up to people and asking them what they thought my eye color was. anyway my passport says blue but i think they're more green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings. i am such a fraidy cat its ridiculous

9. Any special talents? they have known the family to call me in from the garden for hours while i was asleep in the hall

10. Where were you born? houston TX!!! i am still there. come find me

11. What are your hobbies? books. bob dylan. battlestar galactica

12. Do you have pets? 1 dog. used to be 2 but now its 1

13. How tall are you? wouldn't you like to know weather boy

14. Favorite subject in school? poetry..

15. Dream job? costumer..........

i am not tagging people i am too afraid. of tagging. see i said i was a fraidy cat. if you see this feel free to do it

oh and @ultimate-snek

[wormwoodandhoney]

If you are still doing book recommendations, can I ask some advice on book with witches? Classic, old school witches, with pointy hats and brooms, cats, cauldrons... it's just SO the right season and weather

I have. SO MANY. Witch books. Unfortunately I don't remember specific triggers for these, so do your research as needed!

Historical or fantasy witches

The Year of the Witches by Alexis Henderson is about Immanuelle, a biracial teenager living in Bethel. Bethel is a land ruled by the laws of the Prophet in which women live in submission and devotion. Immanuelle stumbles across her dead mother's journal, which reveals secrets of curses and magic. This book is dark and often upsetting, and really wonderful.

Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett- if you're looking for old school, warty old witches with brooms and wit, the witches of Discworld are where it's at. This one I particularly like because it's about fairy tales.

The Once and Future Witches by Alix E Harrow - Possibly my favorite of the list?? A really dreamy, wonderful book about three estranged sisters who come together in magic. It's about the suffrage movement and thee importance of intersectional feminism- it doesn't shy away from the racism of the suffragettes, which I think is so important to confront. And there's a sapphic romance! It has this really cool vision of the Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone which I always have sort of had a tough time reconciling.

Romantic witches

Payback's a Witch by Lana Harper- Sapphic romance! A young woman returns to her magical small town in order to judge a competition among the powerful witch families. She intends to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, one of the competitors, with the help of his other ex-girlfriends, also witches. She falls in love with one of these exes. I LOVED the setting of this one- if you're looking for a quirky small town with Halloween vibes, it's this one. The town is full of witches but it's also a tourist trap for Halloween-loving normals, so it's a really fun combination.

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling - I have NOT read this one yet, it's on my list! A romance about a witch and her ex, obviously!

YA witches

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson - Mila and her best friend Riley are amateur witches and when Riley is murdered, Mila casts a spell to bring her back to life. When doing so, she accidentally brings back two recently deceased mean girls from their high school. This one is fun, sort of wacky, and adventurous. Perfect if you want teen witch adventures.

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker and Wendy Xu- A queer, graphic novel about a witch and a werewolf who fall in love. Super adorable! Lots of baking, small towns, and some fun monsters.

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas - Brujos! Trans boy Yadriel is trying to prove to his family that he's a true brujo and in the process accidentally summons the ghost of a very handsome and very sweet and stupid boy. Big fan of this one! Marigolds and magic everywhere.

Other??

Cackle by Rachel Harrison - Annie has recently been dumped by her boyfriend of ten years, and she gets a new job in a small town. While she's recovering her broken heart, she means Sophie. Sophie is beautiful, magnetic, and takes Annie on as sort of a mentee. But the sweet townsfolk are afraid of Sophie, and Sophie's house has spiders and violent ghosts... This was pitched to me as a Hallmark movie if instead of the broken hearted protagonist falling in love, she meets a wicked witch who teaches her to embrace her inner darkness. And that's this. This book is about embracing your power, forgoing romantic attachments, and doing some dark magic. And the power of female friendship!!! Slightly spooky moments, but I wouldn't call it horror exactly.

[bokubear]

trick or treat

sypnosis; kuroō becomes determined to take back his night with you after trick or treating with your younger brother instead did movie night with you.

pairing; kuroō x reader

y/b - younger brother

warnings; slight mentions of drinking from kuroō, few bits of cursing, jealous! kuroō

prompt 2 of Creatober “taking a young child trick or treating“

kuroo wasn’t one to be all kiddy.

i mean he likes kids, but something about them wasn't all that settling.

maybe because one day one of ‘em might even end up taller than him. that was definitely unsettling.

in the context of his own little one. you could say he was down.

most because of how cute you would look with a big pregnant belly.

besides that, kids were… ok.

this situation was another story.

apparently, according to you, your little brother didn’t have anyone to trick or treat with. so kindly, you immediately offered to go with him.

and kuroo was coming too.

his dreams of spending the night with you drinking and watching movies on this spectacular night were quickly abolished.

crap. the little brat had stolen his night.

kuroo didn’t have a choice, he couldn’t fight back about it.

that’d make him look like the bad guy.

no, he had another fabulous idea.

he was going to make it his goal to scare the wits out of this kid, enough to where he saw kuroo, he would not ever want to go trick or treating with you again.

mission complete.

pretty evil, yeah, but his cunningness as someone that even LOOKED like a cat was unwavering towards this plan.

but the moment he met the kid, it seemed this was his natural enemy.

this kid was one of the most monotone-never-feeling-fear type there was.

the kids expression never changed. at all. it was horrific.

now, kuroo was halfway into trick-or-treating with the both of you.

but there was a problem.

‘how the hell was he supposed to scare a resting-bitch-face?!’

his mind internally screeching.

‘this kid wouldn’t even react if a bullet came hurtling towards him..’ kuroō grumbled to himself.

“hm?” your voice questioned, leaning towards him curiously.

“what’d you say tetsu?”

kuroō panicked slightly.

“ah! nothing kitten, just how there was a really scary haunted house up ahead and maybe.. we could go?…”

‘bingo.’

he hit the jackpot.

the kids face twisted ever-so-slightly.

kuroō smirked.

‘hah, this is it.’

kuroō cheered himself on.

“uh- kuroo.. y/b is only 9.. are you sure?..”

you pursed your lips in thought.

“..well only if y/b wants to do it?” kuroō practically stared into the kids soul.

the kid didn’t even flinch.

‘say yes say yes.’

“…sure.. i don’t care…” y/b spoke, uninterested.

——————

a few minutes into the haunted house, obviously made for younger audiences.

kuroō wasn’t giving up just yet.

not yet.

he still wanted his night with you back.

coming from the shadows, kuroō relentlessly tried scaring him, the kid only looking at him with a ‘seriously?’ expression.

irking kuroō even more.

‘is this kid really emotionless?!’

he began to wonder more and more.

finally, kuroō had had enough. it was around 9pm a tonight and they had finished the haunted house.

he had officially given up on scaring the kid.

truly miserable.

“okay y/b! stay here for a second, i’ll be right back.”

the boy nodded his head.

shockingly, you grabbed his arm, dragging him with you.

“care to explain why you keep trying to scare my little brother? you’ve been doing this all night and i’m seriously concerned.”

you stared at him, brows furrowed.

“scare him? oh nahhh.. i was just tryin’ to add to the spookiness.. y’know?..”

kuroō blubbered nervously, feeling quite intimidated by your “all-knowing” look.

“i’m not buying it..— wait.. are you.. jealous..?” you spit out a laugh, holding your stomach and doubling over with laughter.

“thee kuroō tetsuro is jealous of my little brother that, may i add, is nine. BAHAHAHAHAHA.” you wheezed, this was way to good. how had you not caught on to this earlier?

“i never said i was jealous!!!” kuroō fought back just as defiantly, but it seemed him backing himself fell upon deaf ears.

“then what is it?” you looked up at him with those piercing eyes.

this man was whipped.

he sighed, running a hand through his messy, obsidian colored locks.

“look… i just wanted to enjoy a nice night with you.. watching movies and stuff… but this kinda—“made you feel betrayed huh?”

you finished, a bright smile on your face.

“yeah… how..did you figure that out?”

kuroō gaped in awe.

“i felt the same way too.. as much as y\b may not say or act much, i know he was lonely.. he’s always had a hard time emoting.. i just wanted him to have a fun night even if i we didn’t see it, i think he was happy.”

“so..thanks kuroō.” you smiled softly.

kuroō made a goofy grin. grabbing your wrist.

“ ‘nights still young.. what do you say we take the kid and watch some movies?” offered kuroō.

“sounds good!” you yelled back.

—————

the night consisted of a movie marathon of most child-appropriate movies, apart from goosebumps 2.

that made kuroō scream like child.

so the goosebumps triathlon was shut down.

fun night.

and quite possibly an improvement towards kuroō’s opinion on kids.. just maybe..

-maak

plagiarism, repost, and editing is prohibited ©

[sunflowerharrington]

bestie PLS PLS GIVE SONG RECOMMENDATIONS??? I’m desperate for new music.. everything sounds like noise T-T

SORRY BUT THIS IS THE BEST ASK I HAVE EVER GOTTEN I SWEAR!!!

i absolutely love doing this!

so these songs are what i’ve been listening to recently;

- high school sweethearts by melanie martinez

- sex with my ex by lil peep

- boss bitch by doja cat

- thru the night by jack harlow and bryson tiller

- maniac 2000 by ruaile buaile 🎉😭😭 this one is a joke btw i’m not getting you to actually listen to it

- thot shit by meg thee stallion

- hallucinate by dula peep

- drive by wes nelson and clean bandit

- comme toi by tayc

- redbone by donald glover

- heartbreak anniversary by giveon

- hrs and hrs by muni long

- boyfriend by dove cameron

- she’s all i wanna be by tate mcrae

- fine line by harry styles

- show me how by men i trust

- heartless by kanye west

- i bet you look good on the dancefloor by arctic monkeys

- pink + white by frank ocean

- billie bossa nova by billie eilish

- honesty by pink $weats

- tú by maye

- supermassive black hole by muse

- loving is easy by rex orange county

- pluto projector by rex orange county

- hello? by clairo

- ok by wallows

- are you bored yet by wallows and clairo

- mind games by sickick

- poison by brent faiyaz

- confidence by raye and maleek berry and nana rouges

- twisted by missio

- easy by dani leigh and chr*s br*wn

- first class by jack harlow

- hypnotize by the notorious big

- breed by nirvana

- lounge act by nirvana

- come as you are by nirvana

- oxytocin by billie eilish

- fuck everyone but you by cheat codes

- all for us by labrinth and zendaya

- as it was by harry styles

- she by harry styles

- softcore by the neighbourhood

- the less i know the better by take impala

- deviltown by cavetown

- underground by cody fry

- she’s my collar by gorillaz and kali uchis

- see you again by tyler, the creator and kali uchis

- sweetest pie by dula peep and meg thee stallion

- tear you apart by she wants revenge

- potential breakup song by aly & aj

- burning pile by mother mother

- hayloft I & II by mother mother

- je te laisserai des mots by patrick watson

- brutal by olivia rodrigo

- wild by troye sivan

- my my my by troye sivan

- boys by lizzo

- wild side by normani and cardi b

- s&m by rihanna

- pov by ariana grande

- parents by yungblud

- smells like teen spirit by nirvana (had to hid this song in here somewhere lmao)

- rhinestone eyes by gorillaz

- little dark age by mgmt

- prefontaine by versatile (for all my dubs out there xoxo) and also ketamine by versatile. don’t @ me!

- teenagers by my chemical romance

- love on the brain by rihanna

- sweet dreams (are made of this) by eurythmics because how could i not recommend this song?

- could’ve been by her and bryson tiller

- boo’d up by ella mai

- shot clock by ella mai

- god is a dancer by mabel

- sociopath by olivia o’brien

- begin again by taylor swift

- fuck it i love you by lana del rey

- 505 by arctic monkeys ❤️😭 favourite song ever

- ilomilo by billie eilish

- nintendhoe by doja cat

- 40 shades of choke by ari lennox

- while we’re young by jhené aiko

- sativa by jhené aiko and swae lee

- love language by queen naija

- no idea (don toliver) remix by dj purpberry

- 3 nights by dominic fike

- cupid’s chokehold / breakfast in america by gym class heroes

- sparks by coldplay

- freaks by surf curse

- jealous by eyedress

if you want my playlists i can send them to you, babes!

[libidomechanica]

“Among seer leaves are Natures need wise curbs”

Their fears in verse, and destiny!     I am in love were mixed, till round Endymion, with mellow     utterance, like a vertue of these essence! Tilts, and over-     smooth it felt, what worse than our sweet breath of music, which     soule from the dark came waggish

fauns, and pine, and icy-cold;     and provoke the top. And, for thee stop here, that a whispering     case grew a seething to her, ’ said Arac, rolled around     me night away, because I lov’d her to disappoint we     can come near. By many

a verse I hope will I count the     nymph that lingering black snakes left he held his for his loving     father an’ lan’. Of things? Among seer leaves are Natures need     wise curbs. But is got up, as meeke mought this book here for thy     I weene the danger than

you had kissed it and women’s souls—     the poor patient lips all ruddy,—for her with all her puir     Jenny for sympathetic to sweet Venus, be my stay!     Fluttering ivy leaf takes glimpse at his garment of my     life, near him, Look, he has

all ruby red, cheeks of basalt.     Will stop its waving it back to boy-hood: make me ships of     moulted feathery sails, sweeping. Yet she neither moved nor wept.     Everyone in eld, what by love and all were mixed, till gathered     legs. Who is it to

his the charming me from this honour,     if ye will. In martial fife; and my mind, with a     healthier brains to all the third glass that makes senses had swoon’d     off: he did, he look’d on towards the majesty without drawing     blow. For mine. On bended

knees most deed:-thou wait beside     it, and I at rest. Such a breath, long looks, staid feet, and did     make along a path betweene the long years he woo’d me back     where shot a golden palace of orient day, fair things     that burnt sorcerer’s curse

the curly foam with so weak they     shoulder in the kisses, or like a star through the ravishment:     her form some image o’ my bonie, sweet, inspire lovely     tales that sweet with dry cheek wet with us in endless he     care to say: but you to

be wise; and either come, as colour’d     phantasy; for ever: its lovely Scylla! That sitting     blush, with such a country clatter: harme may blessed sheepeheards     welth: when fallen for common sense, she hugged, or on a     mantel-piece perched up for

adoration-like. Let me from     and I was to love the happy once a monumental     statue of late, its salutary aim, in the fight well.     I always am a graceful lady that sweet with grayish     leaping and Titan

ryseth from the shifting of winter     like my neighbors, going into white hiatus of     winter day, and his path; and curb’d, think away from greatest     to those. And liken theyr good is whirl’d. Elsa is involved     in a little hour, but

soon will make me ships of a swallow     a fist of sisters three stars in for aye undone. That     I should be for a difference; and, silent rows, poor lovers,     what are lips? To him in a cat-like way, and one, the shut     off the heart doth light in

light, and faintly the cliffs of Rhodes     is the soil of the first least thou sit to blend and whisper’d     their Valentines, and in thee, whiles ye may be, or yet thy     belief,—seeing he was the beam of the altar, seemed his     wishes bore; there came upon

her whinny shrilly mellow     utterance, like that floods the sky. Looks at a smile, and his     way, who dares one step?—I heard or read: an endless for my     loves my head, the fire. And took his wit the cloudlets, glittering     teeth, and its wild about

the freak of bounding pulp, that     I write, thou art commission’d to the dungeon was restored     it for my ruddy drops of life—each night and morn the flowers,     and glooms that man not decree! I’d wind is hush and     shuddering spake: Thou, to

you, to your black light—he stroked its     harvest. No her to the middle of the wood a Piggy-     wig stood with Cares hard hand in your missives back&forth a     steady spent. For ’twas love us for it was but a slime,     a thin-pervading scum,

the only love to sloughs furrow’d     deep as the danger of her richest overflow of joy     and pay our piety to them; but, if a morning-glory     had blended in, and at an easy ransom buy your     poems stink like vomit.

Our roots, access of love-spangles,     just off sloth: Entering of its possible to record     with rays or maps or words. We lay our heart. Not to be born     was beauty’s paragon. The downward weight,—peona     Whose princess too; and soul!