#true poetry yall

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

crowley poem while i procrastinate Pt IX of good omens

(this is great poetry guys Dickinson who)

Oh my

Crowley

I look upon thee

And I wish I were gay

I look upon thee again, realise

Oh shit, I am gay

A miracle?

I run.

[poetsofthestars]

"Pluto and Saturn"

The young Pluto you knew That planet who became the dwarf Now yearns to be a planet again They yearn to be like Saturn Big, strong, and pretty

Why do they get rings? Why does Saturn’s trash make it a planet But Pluto’s trash makes it a dwarf? What’s the deal with Saturn’s rings? Why can’t Pluto have their collection?

Is Pluto destined to be ugly? Saturn’s so pretty with their rings But Pluto’s alone with their “trash”. Floating far away from the main eight Destined to be far, far alone.

Earth is so judgemental. Pluto never understood the rules. The rules of being a planet. They had two of the three, So why does Saturn keep their rings.

Does Saturn get princess treatment? Why does Saturn stay a planet? Is it because of their mass, their gravity? What the hell are the rings, then? Pluto asks too many questions.

[cosmicluvflwr]

I want to know the feeling of your skin on mine. I want to melt into you as you kiss me. I would like to know what you would feel like marking my neck purple. I want to kiss you over and over again and get lovestruck drunk. I want to feel myself drown into you, be completely captivated by you. Want to know your brain and body like the back of my hand. Mesmerized by everything about you

[amoremorbido]

i used to write about us within it all

about the way i’d make purple-red blooms

raised and angry on your skin

i don’t so much anymore

you aren’t hungry for it like i am

but you’ll return the favor

until i am not even jokingly presentable

there is a crescent sweep of red

along both my shoulders

skin never breaks

but some of it scabs

and i wish

i were less of a coward

and less of a freak

in the same breath

do you know how badly i want to hold you

covered in my own fucking blood

do you know how much it pains me

to tell you to stop

because i made myself a little dizzy

a little sick on thinking

about your mouth

and my throat

and the pounding insistence of my own life

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

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

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

Chapter 3:

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

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

"When I am kissed by you

It's like life grows around us

Giving us both breath and light

The plants grow

It's natural amenities preserve us

Our bodies will never rot"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

Let's talk reading for a minute. It's a big thing in academic communities and there's a sense that if you don't read x amount of books a year then you're not truly academic or proactive whatnot and that's simply not true.

I know some people who don't read books at all but they read scientific papers daily. I know some people who only do audio books and never read. I know some people who just hate reading and watch documentaries and short films and stuff like that. And I know people who claim to love reading but only know the spark notes (is this still a thing btw?) of all the books they claimed to have read.

Don't beat yourself up over reading. This year I finished over 20 stories. Some were books. Some were audio books. Some were poetry collections. And next year I know I am not going to get anywhere close to that. I think I'll get 3 or 4. Mostly because one of the books I plan on reading is 900 pages and I'm a slow reader. And that's ok! I don't have to read every book. I don't have to read the books everyone is reading. I don't have to finish a 300 page book in a night.

Reading isn't a competition or a measure of much at all. I'm educated, smart, and literate. My dad is a published author and poet. I've been reading since I was 4. I've written research papers. I enjoy reading when I can. And for the longest time I believed that how much I can read is a mark on me of something. The more I read, the better I am. We all hear that statistic that the super successful people read like 60 books a year or something around that.

And what I realized is that those people have time to sit and read. I do not. Working full time, going to classes, having a daily commute of over 2 hours, having a place to keep clean, cooking, going to the gym at least once a week, studying, being social, and playing my video games every now and then take up a lot of my time. I don't have the luxury to be able to read for hours a day every day. And that's ok!

So please don't turn reading into a chore. Reading is to be enjoyed, not to prove anything. It isn't a mark about much at all. You're not going to suddenly become this amazing, super successful genius because you read 100 books in a year. Read because you want to and you enjoy it. Life should be spent on enjoyment and being a good person, not on crunching numbers.

I'm not dissing on anyone either. People who can read 100 books a year. Or even 20. Those people impress me. People who can read 1000 pages a week. That's insane to me. I would watch my mom read those thick Stephen King novels in like 2 days as a kid. (That was her only hobby really. All she did was work, clean, and read. So she would sit for hours every day and read). My cousin can read 500 pages in a night. Yall who can do that amaze me so much.

[absolutelyflabbergasted]

hello!

my name is Ariadne, it is nice to meet you! my pronouns are they/it, and I use all gendered terms

linguistics and anthropology are my favorite things ever, so if you want to tell me about language, culture or history, do so!

I love asks, talk to me, ask questions, give opinions, whatever!

I don’t really get context clues so apologies if I mess up! bigots of every breed go away, I will block you

my personal tags are #ari says some stuff for me being silly and talking, #ari likes things for stuff I love, #ari is confused for when I am confused and have questions and #ari draws some stuff for when I post my drawings! If you have any poetry requests, art requests or prose requests, I do them for free! I love creating but inspiration is hard to come by for me

if you use my art in anything, please credit me!

I love mutuals so much, lmk if you want to be taken of this list or added, I forget a lot lol

@ang3lic-t3ars @whydousernamesevenexist @garden-of-runar @prongsbitch @aesthetic-writer18 and some other people I’m sure! artists I heavily recommend and/or my favorite albums by them

MARINA, I love her so so much, very dramatic pop

Les failles by Pomme, my French is minimal by their music is so beautiful, like poetry

the record, and the rest by boygenius, AHHHHHHHH nuff said

Me by Brooke Alexx, sounds like bubbles

Tir by Cerys Matthews, a lot of Welsh folk songs and lullabies

Anything Conan Grey has ever made, istg

The Fool In Her Wedding Gown and Coyote Stories by the Crane Wives, and everything else really, but those are my favorites

Malfunction by Dead Posey, very brain scratchy rock

HOLY FVCK by Demi Lovato, I like it very much and FREAK is so good

WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA

Love me not and Scatterbrain by Emei, sounds like a mental breakdown but fun!

Gayle, especially their singles

Black Soul Ceremony and Fool and the Thief by THE HARA

I Love It and Light Me Up by Icona Pop! I love it so much such a jam

Human Again by Ingrid Michaelson, genuinely one of the most heart wrenching thing I’ve ever listened to

Applause by Lady Gaga

born to die (the album) by Lana Del Ray

EVERYTHING LAUREN ALAINA HAS MADE IN HER GORGEOUS EXISTANCE also good if you want none problematic country music I saw her at the Grand Ole Oprey and I think I died

Maddie Zahm is so Marlene to my if I have to write her POV I turn on one of hers

Unbroken and Scar by Missy Higgins, her voice is so iconic

Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson (my American ass keyboard hates me for that)

All of the Queen classics, they are so good

How to be me by Ren, the harmony is sooo gorgeous here

Weight of the World by Shayfer James

stupid and happy face by Tate McRae

All I Can Never Be by Trash Boat

Runnin with the Devil by Van Halen

XXI Century Blood by The Warning, I LOVE THIS ALBUM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF I SING IT EVERYDAY

Eden by Willowbrook, so pretty!!

Neotheater and OK Orchestra by AJR

ABBA

ROCKISDEAD by Dorothy, country folk rock sorta thing, I love her so much

Paris Paloma, specifically Its Called Freefall and drywall, they are engraved on my heart

Harbinger by Kiki Rockwell

DEAR READER by PEGGY

Little Girl Gone by Chinchilla

CHAPELL ROAN MY LORD AND SAVIOR

The Mean Girls soundtrack

Hazel Eyes by Sabrina Jordan

Florence + the Machine

Yaelokre <3

GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo, I scream her songs like i have an ex to scream at ( i don’t)

Come Away and Irish Eyes by Rose Betts

Rich Man by Emhahee, it’s just a demo but I love it so much

Rät and Lotta True Crime by Penelope Scott

and finally, the Ride the Cyclone soundtrack

Yall better take my recommendations this took almost an hour to type out

anyways, I have no consistency and I like it like that :)

[bettathanyou]

even in decay, there is the faint smell of sweetness

comfort can be found, in the soft fluff of mold

lay me down, in a cloudy pink shroud

by any other name

would be called, "rot"

[toasts-httyd-hyperfixation]

Since the PJO show came out ive been thinking of who the Trio+ is most like so have this

Some of these are open to suggestions, because i am not 100% on them and others you Cannot Argue with me on

Hiccup is one im not completely sold on

Like theres some aspects of everyone that fit but the problem is hiccup is Quiet and Polite, whereas most PJO characters... Not so much

Also im only including the main line so Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus, and Trials of Apollo

If it was everything, i think id have picked Carter Kane and possibly Hearth but they're not here so we got Jason and Ella, with some Hestia in there too

Fishlegs is Grover

No one can argue with me and if you try, you are wrong

They would get each other so well, they are going to compose poetry, play the lyre and worry about their besties

Cami's was also slightly difficult, in that theres a lot of people i could have picked, but i couldn't put everyone there lol

Anyways she'd get along great with the Stolls, Meg is a trash Gremlin, and Leo is Leo, so i think yall get where im coming from

Thalia is only a little bit, not so much in personality as in vibes

Also cami would have the Biggest Crush on her and you cannot convince me otherwise

Snotlout is Luke and Clarisse

Once again, you cannot argue, you know this to be true

Me thinking of the similarities between Alvin and Octavian were what started this whole thing, which again, you cannot argue with me about

Also Nero

Nero and Octavian are the closest, but Caligula is there somewhat, especially towards later books, but Caligula is Extremely Smart, and good at fighting and being scary, so while theyre both cruel sadistic assholes Alvins just too pathetic to be fully similar

They're the only ones i did, tho i have some thoughts for a few other people

Windwalker and Mrs O Leary have similar vibes

For Toothless the characters that spring to mind are Blackjack and Megs lil leaf demon whose name i can't remember

Anyway thats it

(Also for anyone curious, Of Course i have a PJO AU and crossovers, who do you think i am? Ill talk about it when i get that AU list finished)

[film-score-simp]

OKAY FOOLS HOW YALL DOING IM BACK AFTER BEING DEAD FOR LIKE MONTHS-

See, I had a Thought which the Merlin fandom might be interested in. Especially the fanfic writers.

I was browsing Pinterest, as you do, and stumbled across a few tumblr posts instead of actually looking on the site… again, as you do.

And I came to a fun idea.

So y’know how with some pieces of fantasy media they go ‘oh with the amount of stupidity here this is totally a D&D game’?

Well… that, but Merlin.

Like we already have scenes that would totally fit the bill of a D&D game. The whole scene with old Merlin and the knights with the stepping stool onto the horse is just so unbelievably D&D, and I can imagine the scene with the “..reading poetry.” as just real bad persuasion/deception rolls from both Merlin AND Arthur.

Just imagine the chaos.

Here are my personal headcanons for their classes, but feel free to debate about it:

Merlin: Sorcerer. This man is too much of an idiot to be a wizard (though he DOES get hurt enough to be one), and I reckon being a wild magic sorcerer would totally fit the bill. He’s powerful, but hijinks must ensue- thus, the wild magic. Or perhaps not. People might assume it’s wild magic and turns out it’s just Merlin thinking he’s funny.

Arthur: Bard. Immediately. He’s got paladin energy as in like the ‘Chosen One’ and also he’s a knight, but he’s so stupid and also charismatic that he just gives bard to me. Like he’s so stupid and charismatic with literally everything, that Merlin ended up liking him. Like this man is a himbo that dresses brightly.

Morgana: Absolutely a warlock. She would have so much fun with eldritch blast, and being weird and spooky totally fits her vibe later in the series. She would probably be the one to sometimes have the braincell in the party and use her magic responsibly… but also eldritch blast. You gotta use eldritch blast-

Mordred: I don’t think he has chill enough vibes for the druid stereotype, but he definitely could be a druid. Giving funky nature powers to this kid would really be a hilarious idea. Like imagine Mordred with wild shape. I also think he has the possibility of being the Dionysus kind of druid… y’know, the greek god who turned people into dolphins just because? Yeah, him.

Gwaine: Barbarian. Or fighter. He may be a knight, sure, but with the amount of bar brawls he gets into? Absolutely. The fool definitely would fist fight someone in a dark alleyway at 2AM, it’s just what he’s like. He likes to hit people and drink alcohol- it just fits his whole MO.

Percival: Also a barbarian. His entire thing is strength, and the ‘little man’ comment just screams of a man with high intimidation. He may be a gentle giant and not going for the whole stereotype of angry rage beast, but this guy can totally scare without it.

Lancelot: Lancelot is a paladin. He’s the very epitome of ‘Good Boy.’ This guy is such a Righteous knight and just a generally cool person that I think that a god straight up WOULD get in contact to have him fight for the forces of good. I love this man so much. I also love paladins. Perfect combo.

Elyan: Elyan’s a cleric. He’s caring and loyal, as well as not bullying Merlin regularly. He’s also pretty cunning so possibly rogue there as well? I’d be more inclined to lean towards cleric the most though, cause he’s one of the most chill knights and also balances out the chaos of Gwaine and Percival as a duo… they’re nuts-

Leon: Also a paladin. Less of a ‘pure and true soul’ guy like Lancelot, but more of a ‘stands for what’s right and upholds the law’ kind of paladin. Like he’s totally a follower of chivalry with all the traditional ways of doing things- always respectful and polite but just kinda a little at arms length.

Guinevere: Stereotypical druid. Totally a tree-hugger and loves plants. Also she gets to be a Disney princess now and talk to animals in forests. Living out her best life in the forest with her whole cottagecore aesthetic. Even with her becoming queen, she’s totally still a druid. Albeit a royal one now.

Gaius: Oh he’s so gonna be an artificer. But specifically an alchemist artificer. He can make healing potions and mix weird medicines together, sure, but jesus christ the old man gets into just as many shenanigans as the main group. I mean, the whole possession fiasco with the goblin is enough proof for that-

(And before anyone tells me a character’s missing, it’s been a while since I watched the series, I’m trying my best hhhh-)

[bakersgrief]

hi grief! ur tags on the poll are so true like. you just KNOW homare wouldn't hold back his vitriol if they provided yall with subpar tea 😭 like that'd be so entertaining, but he'd also be super polite to the wait staff about it, ofc. he wouldn't make a show but whisper to you about how it's a pauper's blend and the cups aren't even porcelain. but he'd be able to channel the frustration into poetry ofc and he's just happy to have company that understands and indulges him. plus, after he'd insist on taking you to a REAL tea parlour <33

Hey, Hahn! Yes soooo true. He's a spoiled rich kid so you know he's used to drinking premium quality tea hand-picked by a kindly old man at dawn.

I would love to go to a Cafe with Juba though. He knows he shouldn't get too much but the two of you order nearly the entire dessert menu anyway and share. Not much talking but he's so sweet and sincere anyway. He would get some super yummy sweet drink too ugh I love him.

[dreams-encapsulated-in-glamour]

Come Home To Me

-DEIG

___________________

Why are you like this?

Who put you up to this?

You scream and curse me out, you say it’s all my fault.

But this isn’t the man I fell in love with.

This isn’t the man who held me tight as I fell asleep last spring.

This isn’t the man that I grabbed by the waist to kiss before you walked out the door.

Come Home To Me

Where are you?

Why do you run from me?

Why do you let everyone else keep you from who you are inside?

Who have you become that makes you so sad?

Come Home To Me

Be the man I cried on the phone with because I want to marry you.

Be the man that I want to raise a family with

Be the man who I willing to finish school faster for in order to be together when you leave for grad school.

Come Home To Me

Will you be the man I know you can be?

Will you be the man I can wake up next to?

Will you bring me coffee in the morning before the kids wake up like you promised our future to be?

Will you be the man that I can get breakfast sandwiches with on a lazy Saturday morning?

Will you be the man that I can grab a blanket and curl up into your lap with a book to read together?

Will you be the man that I can count on to bring my robe to me as I get out of the bath?

Come Home To Me, Love.

Come Home To Me, For You Are Home To Me.

I Want To Come Home, But You Aren’t Home Right Now.

Come Home, Please.

Just Come Home.

Please Come Home To Me.

-Dreams-Encapsulated-In-Glamour

Hey yall! Another original piece I’ve been workshopping for a week or so, and I had more inspiration after some conversations with my girlfriend/future fiancée/future wife.

She’s everything to me, and this piece started after a major break in communication made me realize that I wasn’t being my true self because of who I was around. She pleaded me to come back to her, and since she’s home for me, Come Home To Me was the immediate inspiration.

Thank you for being a part of my thoughts and poetry, I hope you enjoy. Please credit if you pull it or use it. Thank you!

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

thoughts on my sidereal chart pls? xx

pisces sun, libra moon, leo rising, aquarius mercury?

Sidereal pisces sun: Very strong gifts in psychic prowess. Can understand the universe however this is a secret amongst mortals. Most will never know how life is a dream for you, so you tend to keep it to yourself. Your brain is what is able to create your reality with such ease, people will tend to mimick that. Superstar energy for sure. whenever i see someone with pisces sun energy theyre usually a muse in some way shape or form. you guys shapeshift alot. wether through art, clothing style, or just anything that calls you to it. You guys are the stars of the zodiac. So when i call you guys muses, its more so a reflection of the cosmos. Whenever you are being yourself its like were receiving a message from the clouds, its like you guys just know without knowing. Its a beautiful thing to witness.

Libra moon: I love sidereal energy because once thing i know about them is that you will NEVER know anything about them unless they want it to. Gossip energy is really high with libras so they know when to keep things personal and when to sprinkle a little bit of true mixed with a lie. I aint tryna call yall liars, but i mean... if you gotta hide the truth i aint mad at it lol. Anywho, libras have this glamorous aura around them that makes people garner around you. That popular frequency is heavenly, we capture a glipse of your aura and the world is in awe. Your energy is more so gentle and calm with the moon in sidereal libra. Heavy thinkers with this placement, they normally use poetry to release whatever is on the heart, or whatever it is they desire to let out that venusian energy.

You have the gift of gab to. Your eloquence is for sure noticed so youre respected but many once you walk into the room.

Balance and justice is a necessity for you because when chaos hits the room their needs to be some level of peace there in order to get things back in shape. You cant stand in a room full of war too long, all though libras are built for it, most will never see it that way.

Leo rising: A STAR. When we you walk outside just know youve been seen and heard, love. Your style and charisma shows like no other. I feel a sense of being misunderstood with the leo rising. People may thing your egoic but its truly because you shine on their shadow. This is problem most people with leo sun/moon/rising face but they keep moving with stride. Your confidence is a healing presence. You represent the sun, so you heal others by just walking in the room. I can also say this about your pisces sun as well.

Do you want to be famous? Your big 3 is built for it just asking lol

[notesoncrocs]

i should be doing work

i'm supposed to be doing work but i logged on here and tried to catch up with everyone's posts (ana's slides are so cute ahhh).

i miss this summer and yall a lot. i know missing it won't change anything but i still do. i've been saying this year is my era of peace and quiet -- i guess that's true. here's what i've been up to:

been going to the gym every morning with ana, making my room look nice, watching succession, having disappointing frat party experiences, trying to stay on top of work. there's a harvard class i'm taking that i really like, a creative writing workshop on the art of the short story. i like that this class is taught a lot better than that one time i took a fiction workshop at mit. we read adela's house by mariana enriquez, a story about a haunted house, and the prompt for that week was to use physical space and the interaction with that space to write a story. this week, we're reading bloodchild by octavia butler (which is literally an alien mpreg story) and the prompt is to write a story about the physical body. i'm writing some crazy stuff.

i like getting back into writing. it used to be a source of stress for me for a lot of very dramatic reasons, and i pretty much gave up on it after that mit fiction workshop. but i was reading this is how you lose the time war this summer (lesbian time travel story where they send each other really poetic letters, bought it with ana at trident in may) and i started thinking about writing more as sending letters to someone across space and time, which i thought was a nice way to think about it. summer was good but there was always an undercurrent of anxiety -- this happiness is temporary, my memory is imperfect and will forget these moments, i will leave these countries and these people and it won't ever be the same. thoughts like that. but there was a line in that book, something about how poetry ossifies, like wood from a tree, how it uses the words in a language (which are like a grimy deck of cards, really) to preserve this beating, writhing tissue, this ephemeral moment, into something strong, solid, and a little bit lifeless. but solid enough to package up and send to you, or to me in the future, or someone. so it's a good thing to write, to work against time, even if it's just to say things to myself that i can't say to anyone else.

anyway. all this to say that i like taking a class that teaches me how to make things up. i'm also taking paloma's class, which is just me being delusional about my spanish level (mexico did help a lot though). i'm also taking jazz composing (my next hobby mayhaps, watch out mit festival jazz ensemble!), 9.66 (computational cog sci), and computer graphics with ana (i'm supposed to be doing pset 0 rn but it looks so atrocious). when i'm not thinking about classes, i'm thinking about how i need to apply for internships next summer and need to relearn 6.006. when i'm not doing either, i guess i'm doing things like writing this, which is really just me procrastinating by feeling melancholic (tm).

like, maybe i should meet more people, or something? but the thought makes me so exhausted and disappointed already. but yeah, these are the things i've been thinking about. hope yall are doing good!

[bodycitated]

yalll say yall cooking but u got the wrong ingredients the stove is off ur kitchen is dirty n there is roaches running around on my poetry kind of Menacing and evil but it is true 😔

[another-twisted-wonderland-fan]

New @terrovaniadorm

Twsted from BanBan of Garten of BanBan!

Name: Beau Brooks

Age: 18

Birthday: Feb 15th

Species: Demon

Height: 5'9

Dorm: Terrovania/ 2nd year

Dominant hand: both, hes ambidexterous

Favorite food: cake

Least favorite food: sweet potato

Likes/Hobbies: writing poetry, creating puzzles, running, sculpting

Dislikes: being gawked at, outliers in his tests, his horns getting stuck in things

Talent: sculplting

Unique magic: Mini me's- much like caters clones, Beau can create mini versions of himself- they look nothing like him honestly. Mainly just blobs. Although the less he makes, the more beau- accurate they become.

Personality: while he outwardly seems very friendly, he is actually a very closed off person. Only showing true kindness to a select few. He views those he isnt close with as potential testers for his puzzles and such. Believing the pursuit of knowledge was his one true purpose. He is very anxious with outliers in his testing because he doesnt like unpredictablity, they can make him very panicked before he ultimately drops into his truly nonchalant personality of uncaring due to his feeling panicking as an unnecessary trait(- think similar to glados from portal.)

Hope yall like like him!