#they hired a poet…

[ellenya]

One day, one rhyme- Day 3269

Biscuit dwelling, now condemned site

With fallen roof, a ginger plight;

This wracked ruin has lost its crown:

A gingerbread house that’s fallen down.

[athenadire]

⚠️ ATTN: SEEKING AN EDITOR ⚠️

Hi!! I really need an editor. I'm looking for someone that can help push/motivate me to write when I'm struggling; someone to bounce ideas off of when I'm stuck; someone that can read and review my work; that can edit my writing (if you want to).

The catch is, I can't pay you. I'm a self publishing author who is trying to complete their first novel. I'm hoping to have a team of people one day that I can pay, but today is not that day. If you'd be willing to help, I would be forever grateful! I hope to be able to repay your kindness one day.

Please share this post even if you aren't interested. If you are, please comment below & I will DM you! Thank you so much🙏🏻

[mrthinkerr]

I hope you stayed to read this. Is there any writing platform with a staff just adventurous enough to let me convince them into hiring me through Tumblr?? I’ll come as is, which is a unique asset with a deep perspective and a robust sense of appreciation for the world… look through my portfolio to see how I can add to your company’s portfolio: (lets turn into something)

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Can't tell me that Adam can't shake all that ASS he got 😩 imma need him to toot that shii up. Matter of fact:

Lucifer definitely spanks him when he needs it and even when he doesn't.

Bro probably didn't even know how to shake his hips like that until Lucifer got his hands on him and showed him a thing or two 👀

Lucifer definitely has fisted that man and if he hasn't he constantly thinks about it.

Lucifer the type of mf to tell Adam to sit on his face, nude and full force. Bro tryna suffocate fr.

When they cuddle there's times where Lucifer plays with his ass. If not that he may even get down and press his face against the cheeks.

Lucifer would definitely eat his ass if Adam allowed it. Like no hesitation. "Well... Hurry up and strip, I'm hungry..."

I'm finna say some fr outta pocket shii, it's 3 am, lets continue tomorrow ~~~

(( ^^ me sleeping tonight holding my blanket while distantly dreaming it's Adam's fat, juicy ass. ))

[moonfountain]

the feminine urge to set up a secret poetry club (don’t let me do it i tried setting up a poetry club in my last year of school and it was so bad that the few participants just stopped showing up)

[fiapple]

society if dc hired a writing team of colour who could acknowledge the racial coding of starfire & raven, explore vic's status as a Black man in modern america who's specific disability further means his body is going to be read a certain way by certain people no matter what he does, along with potentially finding a way to sort through the racisim + fetishization that went into prior depictions of dick's heritage:

[frommybedroom]

begging someone to pls make 2014 tumblr memes out of the lyrics from ttpd

[riverofinkofficial]

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[andileighwrites]

Poet for hire! Poetry commissions are open. $5.00 for 100 words. Click the link for more details.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

One of my favorite things is when my friends talk about a show or movie or whatever and I have absolutely no clue what the basic premise is until I randomly decide to look it up a solid five months into listening to the besties info dump because I have never once been right about guessing what a show is about.

[kaerinio]

Building on Daenerys supporting freed artisans, she holds a market once a month every month in the central plaza in front of the Great Pyramid. The market's purpose is to bring attention to the goods being created by the freedpeople of Meereen, and she always takes time before and after court to patronize the market! She also ensures that there is space for freed bards, poets, and musicians to perform. Holding it right outside of the Great Pyramid is strategic, as floods of people bring their petitions to Daenerys' court daily. When the market is bustling outside, it is tempting to browse and purchase the goods.

[mypetcamera]

💡

Light

.

long before it existed

all there was shifted and sank

in a gloom

never imagining a difference

until a beam pierced existence

things I pondered walking the hall

of a business office

I’d not work in after all

only by having something

can you realize how much

there is to lose

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Lucifer Headcanons (A bit suggestive~)

Fuuuuk

So currently watching Lucifer the show right and of course I'm fucking simping...

Here's some headcanons or scenarios or whatever.

~

Bro definitely loves being told what to do in the bedroom, like yeah he might start it but pull his hair, scratch his back, bite his skin.. he'll definitely fold.

Will probably make jokes about sleeping with other people just to get under your skin

He's so cute when he's kinda surprised at something so imagine him being madly into you and pausing when you feel the same way.

"You... I'm sorry, can you repeat that again?" He just wants to know if you're really serious because if he wants you he wants to make sure you feel the same. Say it again, he dares you.

Sleeping with him is so passionate, so loving and everytime you find yourself in his arms you can't help but gently run your lips over his jawline, rub circles in his back and bro might just purr.

A big ole cuddler

I have a feeling that he might have a thing for making and watching you come over and over again... There's just something about the way you jolt and squirm and cry out his name that really gets him going.

Might spend hours up on hours between your thighs.

A bit on the submissive side at times? He doesn't want to ever do anything you aren't comfortable with so at times when you pull him aside, give him certain looks, and boss him around he will definitely ask your intentions. Whether you're actually interested or scolding him doesn't matter, he's hard.

He's a big boy, I can't help but imagine him in some lingerie though?? Darker colors suit him best, crimson makes him look edible, but bro can practically pull anything off.

Kinks like pet play but like with you calling him a good boy and him wearing colors and leashes?

Doesn't mind taking his time with you, he's a gentleman so he doesn't rush you into doing anything with him.

If you have any body insecurities he's quick to correct such thoughts. He has a different view on bodies compared to humans, sure if you have a figure he likes then that's that but he won't allow such things to be said about his partner/love interest even if it's you saying it.

Will kiss your skin, pet your belly fat, run or play with your hair if you allow him.

I'll shut up for now but bro literally got me feral smfh. 😒

[postaresume]

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[unicornicopia1]

Y’all I finally did it I fucking bought no ads on this godforsaken website to get away from the fucking Taylor swift ads

[p-isforpoetry]

Read by the poet: "Death Of The Hired Man" by Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his guard. ‘Silas is back.’ She pushed him outward with her through the door And shut it after her. ‘Be kind,’ she said. She took the market things from Warren’s arms And set them on the porch, then drew him down To sit beside her on the wooden steps.

‘When was I ever anything but kind to him? But I’ll not have the fellow back,’ he said. ‘I told him so last haying, didn’t I? If he left then, I said, that ended it. What good is he? Who else will harbor him At his age for the little he can do? What help he is there’s no depending on. Off he goes always when I need him most. He thinks he ought to earn a little pay, Enough at least to buy tobacco with, So he won’t have to beg and be beholden. “All right,” I say, “I can’t afford to pay Any fixed wages, though I wish I could.” “Someone else can.” “Then someone else will have to.” I shouldn’t mind his bettering himself If that was what it was. You can be certain, When he begins like that, there’s someone at him Trying to coax him off with pocket-money,— In haying time, when any help is scarce. In winter he comes back to us. I’m done.’

‘Sh! not so loud: he’ll hear you,’ Mary said.

‘I want him to: he’ll have to soon or late.’

‘He’s worn out. He’s asleep beside the stove. When I came up from Rowe’s I found him here, Huddled against the barn-door fast asleep, A miserable sight, and frightening, too— You needn’t smile—I didn’t recognize him— I wasn’t looking for him—and he’s changed. Wait till you see.’ ‘Where did you say he’d been?’

‘He didn’t say. I dragged him to the house, And gave him tea and tried to make him smoke. I tried to make him talk about his travels. Nothing would do: he just kept nodding off.’

‘What did he say? Did he say anything?’

‘But little.’ ‘Anything? Mary, confess

He said he’d come to ditch the meadow for me.’

‘Warren!’ ‘But did he? I just want to know.’

‘Of course he did. What would you have him say? Surely you wouldn’t grudge the poor old man Some humble way to save his self-respect. He added, if you really care to know, He meant to clear the upper pasture, too. That sounds like something you have heard before? Warren, I wish you could have heard the way He jumbled everything. I stopped to look Two or three times—he made me feel so queer— To see if he was talking in his sleep. He ran on Harold Wilson—you remember— The boy you had in haying four years since. He’s finished school, and teaching in his college. Silas declares you’ll have to get him back. He says they two will make a team for work: Between them they will lay this farm as smooth! The way he mixed that in with other things. He thinks young Wilson a likely lad, though daft On education—you know how they fought All through July under the blazing sun, Silas up on the cart to build the load, Harold along beside to pitch it on.’

‘Yes, I took care to keep well out of earshot.’

‘Well, those days trouble Silas like a dream. You wouldn’t think they would. How some things linger! Harold’s young college boy’s assurance piqued him. After so many years he still keeps finding Good arguments he sees he might have used. I sympathize. I know just how it feels To think of the right thing to say too late. Harold’s associated in his mind with Latin. He asked me what I thought of Harold’s saying He studied Latin like the violin Because he liked it—that an argument! He said he couldn’t make the boy believe He could find water with a hazel prong— Which showed how much good school had ever done him. He wanted to go over that. But most of all He thinks if he could have another chance To teach him how to build a load of hay—’

‘I know, that’s Silas’ one accomplishment. He bundles every forkful in its place, And tags and numbers it for future reference, So he can find and easily dislodge it In the unloading. Silas does that well. He takes it out in bunches like big birds’ nests. You never see him standing on the hay He’s trying to lift, straining to lift himself.’ …

Full poem

Source: Robert Frost reading his own poems, 1951