the-unrestrained-poet

[the-unrestrained-poet]

rotating hamlet in your head when you're NOT mentally unwell is actually a wonderful experience. because now you can see outside the barbed walls of pain. beyond the balcony rails that look like prison bars. you can see the glimmers of gertrude's undeniable love for hamlet, even when she did it all wrong. you can see the defiance in ophelia's yes my lords, a sort of kindredness to the women you grew up with who knew how to pick battles and hide a smirk. you can see the banter between horatio and hamlet, like boys playing in a creek before one moves away for good. you can watch hamlet mouth the plays the thing, wherein ill catch the conscience of the king and have your heart break for the scared son who's clinging to a reason to live through narrative. and oh, how you notice the narrative. how it encircles. how it continues, despite laertes trying to fling himself to be with ophelia, despite horatio's lips almost kissing the cup. now, you can hold the characters gently, with the distance and closeness of a gravedigger. now, you can hold yourself gently: act five is over now. close the curtains, strike the props, hug the other ones who made it out covered in fake blood and real sweat. the play's the thing, and you might have to do it again. the story lives, on and on and on, in a hundred adaptations in a hundred formats. in a hundred broken peoples heads, and sometimes, those people heal long enough to say denmark was a prison, let me tell you about it.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

scheming

[the-unrestrained-poet]

If we're going to blame Sirius for Regulus's actions (even if not directly), can we please talk about how Regulus, at the end, sacrificed himself for the greater good because he knew that was something Sirius would do and that Sirius would be proud of him? What if, instead of headcanoning that he took the Dark Mark the night Sirius left because he felt abandoned, we headcanon that, until his last breath, he tried to do what he knew was right because he wanted to follow his brother's footsteps because he was the only good figure he had around growing up? His big brother.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

Please don't skip my message 🍉🇵🇸 to our honorable people in the world My name is Abdul Rahman from Gaza.. I lost everything in life.. My wife was martyred and my child and I were injured by a missile that fell on us.. My life was completely destroyed and I was severely injured all over my body especially my legs.. The missile tore my wife apart while she was carrying our child.. I ask for your support to start my life anew and overcome the tragedy I am going through.. Please help me with any amount no matter how small to treat my injury and my child's injury and get out of the Gaza Strip and start a better life.. And spread my campaign and my story so that everyone can see it 🍉🍉🇵🇸🇵🇸

Vetted by 90-ghost

🇵🇸🍉🇵🇸

🍉🇪🇭

[the-unrestrained-poet]

stay - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 389

Sirius couldn’t stop shaking as he stood in the crowd around Regulus’s bed. He knew Quidditch was dangerous, he knew that Regulus’s injury was mild, but the image of his baby brother falling through the air, plummeting toward the ground, just wouldn’t leave his brain. He had a feeling he’d have nightmares about it for years.

But as he took deep breaths, looked at Regulus’s awake and alive face, and clung to Remus’s hand like a lifeline, he started to look around to the other people around his brother’s bedside. 

Dorcas, Pandora, Evan, and Barty; all looking shaken but trying to cheer Reg up with sarcastic jokes. Peter and Remus; clearly concerned about Regulus but also concerned about Sirius and how much of a mess he’d been an hour ago, the remnants of hysterical tears still etched into his porcelain skin. And James.

James looked even worse than Sirius.

He looked like he’d aged fifteen years. Like he’d seen death. Like a murderer had shown up at his door, and he’d had to face him with no weapons or help. He looked changed.

It was the confirmation that Sirius needed, really. And in that moment, he knew he had a choice. Because part of him wanted to throw a bit of a fit. To whine about his best friend falling for his brother, and his brother feeling the same.

But when he saw the gentle, caring way James looked to Regulus, and the almost trusting way Regulus looked back? Regulus didn’t look at people like that…

“Alright, you lot,” Pomfrey said in a businesslike voice, cutting through Sirius’s thoughts, “end of visiting hours. “Mister Black can have one person keep him company for a bit longer, but the rest need to go.”

It seemed like a group consensus that Sirius would be the ‘one,’ so everyone started saying their goodbyes and filing out. James, it seemed, was the only one who lingered, squeezing Regulus’s hand and sending him a small smile before turning.

“Stay.”

But it wasn’t Regulus who said it. It was Sirius. 

“Stay, James. He wants you here, and you want to be here. Just….take care of him, alright?” Sirius asked, trying not to choke up at the weight of the words.

“Of course,” James nodded, clearly understanding.

From his bed, Regulus sent Sirius a thankful expression.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

I have a question about being aroace, if that's alright! If you were ever to be in a romantic relationship or tried to, would you get things like panic attacks from it?

I was going to keep it short, but then I saw an opportunity to mention QPR so it got longer. As I’ve said in the last panel, I won’t answer any questions about them. 

I also tried to add image descriptions (under the readmore) to make these more accessibles :v

[Image ID: Five digitally drawn pictures.

Image 1: a simple cartoon character with short brown hair, white skin, and green blush on their cheek. They are wearing a striped green shirt and grey pants, like the aromantic flag. They’re saying “No.” with a smile and blank expression. A text above their head reads: “short answer:”

Image 2: The words “longer answer:” are at the top of the image. On the left, a dark green negative symbol with written below “Some people are: Romance Repulsed”. On the right, a dark red positive symbol with written below “Some are: Romance Positive”. The same cartoon character as above is shrugging in the middle with the words “I’m not either” above them. On the left, there is written “They find romance or romantic activities uncomfortable or even revolting. They can be fine with romance as long as it doesn't involve them or dislike it completely” and on the right “They enjoy romance, romantic activities, or just the concept of romance. Cupioromantics are very often romance positive”

Image 3: The words “If I were into a romantic relationship, it wouldn't be fair to me or my partner.” are at the top of the image. On the left, there is written “At best, it's a very close friendship with extra cuddles and social experimentation (but not a "real" romance)”. Below the text, the cartoon character is hugging a giant teddy bear and is saying “I’m a cuddler & I’m curious”. On the right, there is written “At worst, I'll be exhausted from performing attraction for them and feel guilty”. Below, the character is confused with question marks above their head. They’re holding a red heart card with their right hand and white roses with their left. Their hair is pointing downward instead of up and their cheeks aren’t flushed.

Image 4: The words “an alternative to romance/friendship exists:” are at the top of the image. In capital letters and in the color of queerplatonic flag (yellow - pink - white - grey - black) is written “A QUEERPLATONIC RELATIONSHIP (QPR)”. Under it is written “They are an unique commitment determined by the people in it. It's not exclusive to arospec people, you can be allo and in a qpr”. The cartoon character’s face is peeking out of the bottom of the image with a surprised expression.

Image 5: The text “I don't feel qualified to answer any questions about QPR so: check the notes, research on your own, ask someone else” occupies most of the space. The character is on the right and look tired but happy. They’re saying “thanks”

The background of all those images is a continuous gradient from white to dark grey

/End ID]

[the-unrestrained-poet]

I don't  Understand- I see it on  Television, I'm not sure If it's real. It's impossible  To imagine- I read it  But don't  Know it. I tried it once- To be held, To be safe. But… I didn’t know how So I couldn't. I don't know safety. I don't know touch- You have to Understand how  To drive,  before  You take on a highway. I am not licensed and Am without a teacher.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

My grave place- I was 15; “You're too young.” I'm not- “You don't know pain.” I'm not too Young! Nor am I Too bold! I'm am not  Afraid. I am not  Being cold. You have been Sold lies- I have already  Been to You're  Hell. Now I  Shall go To mine.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

Not born- It was made By me- The world  is mine, And I'm  Always  Welcome home. I have a  House- My. House. It's always  Mine- Though it holds  Many visitors. A mad woman, A friendly beast, And a shadow. They are always Safe- They are there  In my mind. Let me go home.

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

“I am not the whiskey you want, I am the water you need.”

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

[the-unrestrained-poet]

I gave you the strings you used to wrap me around your fingers, Gave you the tools to bend me, shape me, control me, Every move I made was yours, every thought a reflection of your will, Then you turned me hollow, lifeless without your manipulation, I am not your partner, I am your puppet.

[the-unrestrained-poet]

When I look through the windowsill of my eyelids  I see a heaven from the hell that is my brain. I wonder what you see dear reader- When you wake each morning, What do you see?

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

Identity in illness Who am I? I’m bipolar, I’m emotional. What do I like? Colors and art But… Am I smart? We shall see… Or do we know? True intelligence can’t be measured- I am un-moveable! I am soft- I am not defined by the Simplicity  Of words!

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

My beating heart I’m alive,  Though I forget-  That my heart beats, That blood flows.

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

In the night,  I dream of a father.  A father whom even when far- Feels close. You can feel so much love  Never mind the miles.

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

TW: Suicidal Thoughts

They tell me it will be okay. "This too shall pass." But its been okay a million times over again. To be lifted up is the exact reason I keep falling. For you can not fall if you are on the ground... or below it. I travel to hell on the regular. It's rare I reach heaven. But from hell to hell on earth I shift, the inner workings of myself collapsing. Only to be put back together, with pieces missing.

-Teagan R. Nault

[the-unrestrained-poet]

Do you Pray? I do. At night I beg- Pleading with the man- who calls himself a king. I would soon realize that he is not a god. He's not a king. He is barely a man.

-Teagan R. Nault