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momentousnobody · 3 months
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Bravada
I showed them my bravery
by hurtling off a cliff
arms spread ever-faithful
of sprouting wings instantly
The canyon fills in periphery
As I close my eyes
and suck in my last breath
A ring of firemen lift taut a blanket
bounce me into the river aside
winded but unscathed
Shaking, I lie,
I'm never fucking doing that again!
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poem hijack/response to Kate Bush via fragbot
Calypso Jewel Strawn 2/5/24
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alkalinefrog · 1 year
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arthurian legend is such a rabbit hole holy shit, I have 12 books on hold at the library and I’m not even done going down my list 😵
thank you so much @cutoutdalek again for your recommendations!! good thing most of them are poems 😭
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ON BROTHERHOOD
"you are jeff" by richard siken // amc's interview with the vampire // the bear // genesis 4:8-11
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therendingflame · 2 years
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Dear Diary, Whilst conversing at midnight, You hear me, don't you? I tell you how much I've wept.
Dear Diary See my tears, do you? Understand me? Do you also detest me?
Dear Diary, I have nothing but numbness; where has happiness gone? Do you think I'm useless?
Dear Diary, Letting out my sorrow, I scribble on you over and over. Save me from this, will you?
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cute-chamomile · 4 months
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omg who is she, setting boundaries
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cruxymox · 2 years
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around our necks like albatrosses, and
- @lorienfae , from 'do i dare'
all that, & i'm caught on this fragment, a silvery glass sliver in a finger & bleeding.
around our necks it is vinework, it is bitter wind through rusted iron fences, it is the lack of comfort from dragging up old coats in winter. it is a tight leash, it is a necklace missing its gemstone ( it wasn't worth much money, but it had sentimental value ). around our necks it is the summoning of the rebuking muses, it is the unending dark choir of cicadidae, it is the solitary hyena, it is the birds that circle the sea... it is the albatross.
( we say the albatross itself is a symbol of freedom, of wanderlust. but around one's neck-- )
i lean on a burning tree, i almost look up to see if a storm is coming. almost. a plague doctor stands perfectly still in the distance. a brightly colored feather slowly falls from their sleeve.
all that & i'm bleeding, it stings. it's a simple thing. our albatrosses.
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wutdafuvk · 1 year
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I'm scared, mom
They had guns mom.
They were so big and strong.
They killed a boy mom.
A boy almost my age.
They also hit an old woman mom,
Because she couldn't stand.
I was so scared mom.
I thought if dad was here everything would be okay.
I wanted you to be with us on the plane mom cause then,
I wanted to go pee.
I told my brother mom.
He got up quickly.
They yelled at him mom
They said "now its your turn, your turn to visit hell"
I didn't understand mom.
But i saw them put a gun on his head.
My brother did nothing mom.
He just closed his eyes and wisphered "i love you lily"
They were about to shoot him mom.
But they heard a baby cry then,
They ran to the baby ,mom.
And I heard two bullets shoot.
The baby stopped crying mom.
And so did the mom.
I wanted to cry mom.
But I love my brother too.
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iwtv · 10 months
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last post is so funny bc it'll be like "lol current trends of online poetry" and girlies will actually be tagging like "i'd give up fruit!" the joke is (whether malicious or just being silly) making fun of the overuse of extremely common and similar themes/imagery to the point of Making Them Worth Nothing, In The Mind. idk where i was going with this i was gonna have a lighthearted post but started dissecting issues with online poetry [communities] i guess
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getlostinthemoss · 1 year
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I think I cherish my grey hairs because deep down it shows I lived. I never expected to make it far, that something would end me one way or another. By my own hands or something far out of my control.
I thought it was a bald patch but no! It was a silver streak coming to shine it's way out and show the world
I LIVED
Every time I see one beautifully refuse any dyes or treatments, any hair cuts or shaves, no matter what I do they remain. They sparkle in the light and reflect my triumphs and trials, my heart breaking and swelling. They show the world that
I LIVED
They make me smile, and I always thought it was such a beauty to have them. To show your experience and place in the world. To be young and have them means that you stand out among the rest, you are a natural wonder. To be old and have them shows years of discipline and experience under you. To have them at all shows that you've lived your life so carefully and extremely that you can proudly show off that
I LIVED
No matter what it was that caused them, it shows that you have been in this world and enriching it with your whole being. Being different in this world is so hard but you have done it. You're living and breathing and here among the rest of us, beautifully telling your story whether it be hushed whispers or shouting from the rooftops
I LIVED
Deep down I believe I loved my grey hairs because it means that no matter what struggles and joys I have faced, no matter what pains and prides I have gone through
I LIVED
And you will too
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two-bees-poetry · 2 months
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motherhood ismene
roses, i see, and i think of you and i think of you. only you- you’re only every ocean that i’ve ever seen, every sunrise and every opening flower, every wave that breaks upon the shore. little heart, i cup water in my trembling hands each day to make sure that you drink.  it opens me. you open me. i look for you in grass-stains and in every constellation. i try to hold my own hands as if they are yours.
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uhliterate · 10 months
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Jul 4, 2023 at 7:18 PM
f(être)
I function like x and y Limitlessly colorblind
I am the function of me Nestled in you, Once home— Now no longer true
You are the function of what I thought we'd be But seems we were off The coordinates matched an address separate from us From an equation undefined And never was mine
Now I'm f(être) Infinitely so close to what was to be Functionally limited, I wish it didn't come to be What came to be
Now we're functionally almost what we could've been I wish our answer was true; Love so large over an area so small Where the limit didn't exist at all
Now I realize what I derived was only functional for me You were never part of the nested function I wish our shared life would be I wish I could be forever colorblind Maybe then you'd be limitlessly mine
- x.y
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helenadamidou · 1 year
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reiniesainyo · 2 months
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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 03
03 | ENCHANTED previous | next | masterfile
SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)
A/N. i'm going through a rough / stressful period and i find this series and writing it very therapeutic so here we are! this chapter takes place around episode 7 release, i'm not really inclined to write about the filming in between for some reason (unless you'd be interested)
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liked by walker.scobell, thelnarchives, and 262,287 others rickriordan With the release of the new PJO series on Disney+, I'm happy to announce that to celebrate I've partnered with some of your favorite authors and close friends of mine to present to you all a new look into the lives of our favorite demigods!
WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HALF-BLOOD will go online for free this February 20, 2024!
Click the link in bio for more info! PS: A sneak peak from our writers on the other slides
thelnarchive ... WHAT THE??? i have to manifest a chapter for my girl, manifesting a chapter or more please or even just one mention ↳ iamcharliebushnell YOU DIDN'T KNOW EITHER?????
user1 HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT????
user2 1) more stories about characters and 2) WRITTEN BY OTHER AUTHORS???? WHO COULD BE IN THIS PROJECT ↳ user3 i'm manifesting a story about tahlia and jason as kids oh my god
iamcharliebushnell imagine releasing a whole anthology to celebrate? that's the best author right there
user4 ohhh we're eating so good
walker.scobell another book and there's still not enough percy jackson in this world keep it coming i love your work ↳ aryansimhadri Imo too much percy maybe some more grover ↳ leahsavajeffries wrong there should be more annabeth
dior.n.goodjohn the gc going wild with this news
🃏 @CHILDOFHECATE what are your guys guesses for the stories in what it means to be a half-blood??? 🗨 32 comments 🔁 150 retweets ❤️ 456 likes
user1 a jason and tahlia story about them as kids, just a delve into their childhood
user2 more stuff on luke and rina, as individuals and as a couples- like i totally see a luke perspective on some situations or a conversation they had being in the book ↳ CHILDOFHECATE honestly i think it'd be so cool if they went like contemporary and also gave us maybe a poem or transcript / screenplay of a conversation between luke and rina
user3 stories about annabeth, tahlia, and luke's time before camp maybe fighting monsters together or just trying to survive ↳ user4 watch me cry over this one
user5 i just see a lot of delving into the lives of the original trio and also like the original supporting characters to like tahlia, luke, rina, even rachel
user6 grover's childhood! i really wanna see that or some parts of the story from his perspective
user7 Angst.
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liked by iamcharliebushnell, aryansimhadri, and 320,372 others thelnarchives celebrating with the half-bloods
iamcharliebushnell when you're so excited over new lore you go and have dinner to talk about it ↳ thelnarchives this means so much to us
user1 YN IN THE SECOND SLIDE OH SHE'S GOREGOUS
user2 her face card never declines ↳ user3 it even has like benefits and a perfect credit score
dior.n.goodjohn fans first cast second ↳ thelnarchives this show has more more dressed up than my wedding
user4 this cast is so cute it's crazy
walker.scobell the 3rd pic >>> ↳ iamcharliebushnell oh so true ↳ i.am.andrew.alvarez a banger photo ↳ thelnarchives phone hijackers.
user5 the little black dress is doing so good for her, if i saw her in public i would've fainted ↳ user6 i can't believe i live in the same city as this girl like we breathe the same air???
leahsavajeffries i'm sat for the release, we're sat ↳ thelnarchives this is MY superbowl
aryansimhadri i feel excluded out of the 3rd photo ↳ thelnarchives that's okay because you're one of the girls ↳ iamcharliebushnell wait that's not fair
user7 aryan being part of the girls is so real and charlie wanting in is so cute
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therendingflame · 2 years
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Sunset lingering feet sinking tides drifting voice shrieking vision ; so hazy death ; a maybe
oh, the fear of oceans oh, the fear of depths
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shiyorin · 8 months
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What do you think it would be like if primarchs used social media?
Lion El'Jonson:
Private account, doesn't accept follower requests
Rarely posts, usually just sunset or forest photos
Uses emojis sarcastically in replies
Has 20 followers but thinks it's way too many
Fulgrim:
Aesthetic pictures pose artfully depict exotic hobbies and runway couture 
Filters all photos to perfection  
Constantly debates high art vs pop culture 
Thirst traps cause monthly massacres
"Like for a follow back 🔥" 
Perturabo:
Photos are exclusively poorly-lit fortress blueprints 
Bio is 25000 character treatise on siege tactics
Follows exactly 12 history scholars 
Hates everyone and everything on the site 
Actually ran some incisive political commentary bots before being banned
Jaghatai Khan: 
Only posts the sickest motocross and extreme sports clips
Videos have insane views but no captions 
Fans think he's a cryptid until rare livestreams 
Hijacks Fulgrim's comments to hype rad stunts
Leman Russ:
Changed his name to 'Wolf Daddy 🐺'
Shirtless hunting/drinking photos get 10K likes
Roasts everyone in comments but they love it  
Followers think he's a viking hipster meme page
Follows biker gangs, sled dog accts, scholars of old Terra 
Rogal Dorn:
Only posts are architectural blueprints and records of fortifications
Gets into epic debates about structural principles in comments  
No one knows if he actually loads new content or just archives old
Somehow gains tons of followers thirsting for DILF
Konrad Curze:
Pure darkness and screams in hazy JPEGs 
3 followers and they're all bots
Posts disturbing ‘prophecies’ and murder puzzles
Under investigation for doxxing
Sanguinius: 
Angelic selfies bring all the followers to his page    
Flowing locks and golden abs get 20K likes instantly   
Quotes poetry in every reply but no one understands 
Only follows animal shelter and children's hospital accounts
Ferrus Manus:
Only follows engineering/robotics pages
Posts heavily filtered machine shop mini-documentaries 
Photos of custom machines that make engineers weep
Comments are unintelligible techno-babble  
Somehow gains huge gym bro following thirsting for muscle
Angron:
Gets banned monthly for graphic content and abuse
Posts angry rants about society in broken caps
Got suspended after sending death threats to Guilliman
Only follower is Khârn who comments 'THIS' on everything  
Roboute Guilliman:
Shares updates on the latest Codexes 
Only follows serious history/philosophy lecture pages
Posts long analyses of governance strategies 
Constantly lectures others in comments
Has blocked half his followers for trolling
Mortarion:
Aesthetic is grimy gas mask selfies in back alleys
ONLY reposts plague doctor memes from 2003
Bio is endless copypasta about essential oils
Gains cult following of goths, metal heads and preppers
Magnus:
Endless livestreams talking about theoretical magic at 3AM with 2 viewers. 
Tries making TikToks explaining sorcery but the videos are an hour long each.
Overexplains memes and emojis in long-winded threads
Memes and facts threads blow up as the most esoteric
Horus Lupercal:
Selfies showing off abs get him 50K followers in a week
Posts stunning photos from across the Imperium with #blessed captions
Fan club is half the mankind 
DMs from people asking for selfies blow up his notifications  
Lorgar Aurelian:
Aesthetic is dark robes and candlelit monasteries
Constantly reposting zealot sermons out of context
Accidentally starts wars of faith whenever he livestreams
Got suspended for uploading hardcore Slaneeshi hymns
Still has 10 alt accounts all named Brother [REDACTED]
Vulkan:
Only follows puppy accounts and craft bloggers
Posts Happy Holiday baking tutorials and dad jokes
Likes and comments positivity on everyone's posts
Followers think he's the nicest DILF ever online
Secretly the biggest wholesome meme page
Corvus Corax:
Only darkness, shadow puppets and cryptic poems
No one knows if he's real or a myth on the deep web
Internet detectives can’t trace his true identity  
Only sends encrypted coordinates in mysterious DMs  
No one has any idea what he's trying to say  
1 follower is Alpharius who only replies 'No, I'm Alpharius'
Alpharius/Omegon:
Constantly pretending to be other online  
No one knows their true forms or agenda 
Takeovers of government sites spark conspiracies
Leaves clues implicating everyone else’s schemes
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hii i really like your writing!! <33 i was wondering if we could get something for y/n asking their turt to be their valentine? i was gonna ask for bayverse but i saw your rules said you were most confident with writing 2003 so whatever you like best! take as much time as you need!! <333333 p.s. heres a cookie *cookie*
Hi lovely! We're all cool pretending it's still Valentine's, right? Awesome.
I chose Bayverse for now, but plan to do the 03 guys soon! I took the friends-to-lovers route here, I hope you enjoy.
(As always, set post-movies!)
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So you want to ask a turtle out.
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Don's an observant guy, so it's not that he's completely shocked that you like him. But to have that suspicion, quiet and dangerous in the back of his mind, confirmed? To have you ask him directly? He's mystified. It's one thing to think he might have a chance, but it's another thing altogether to have a chance handed to him on a silver platter.
So when you catch him in between tasks and offer him a box of chocolates- a brand April had brought down one time and he had mentioned really enjoying and you had somehow remembered, because apparently he wasn't the only observant one here- and smile at him, warm and fond and visibly nervous, he's left blinking at you. Then, apparently taking his pause as a lack of understanding- or just trying to fill the silence, he couldn't be sure- you speak.
"Would you be my Valentine?"
And he's gone. Don.EXE has stopped working, would you like to restart? It's like static in his mind for a beat, two, and suddenly he's nodding quickly and a smile is growing on his face and "Yeah! Yeah, of course- yes. I'd love to."
He shares the chocolate with you, and on his, like, seventh piece, he finally works up the nerve to ask you if you meant "Valentine" like romantically, and your laugh is good-natured enough that he can't even bother to be embarrassed.
"Like romantically, yeah."
"Cool, cool. I thought so, but it's not actually an exclusively romantic term and- interestingly enough there seems to be a rise in platonic usage, I was just reading an article about it the other day-"
He goes on for several minutes. You listen patiently, and right as he's about to apologize for the tangent you ask him a question and he's grinning like an idiot and launching into an answer and it's officially the best Valentine's Day ever, and he's already plotting ways to get you back for it.
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Leonardo is, honestly, a little irritated. Not because you asked! No, no, he's elated- ecstatic- about that. He's so happy he doesn't know what do with it all.
But you beat him to it, and that's... it's a little frustrating. The turtle was slow, and he's not the biggest fan of the irony.
He had a plan. He had a whole plan- he finally worked up the nerve to tell you he cared for you (he wasn't willing to say the L word just yet, but he did love you, and it was getting to be too much to ignore), he'd convinced April to get him your favorite chocolate (he'd gathered intel from your "secret" stash at your place, where you kept the good stuff out of Mikey's hands. He had been very stealthy and was more than a little proud of himself and a lot in debt to April- he'd be watching her favorite awful TV shows with her for months), and he'd written you a short poem (and edited, and scrapped, and rewritten said poem) and tied it to the heart-shaped box of sweet goodness with a blue ribbon.
He'd proceeded to convince himself that was a little too much, and swapped the blue for silver.
Leo had rehearsed exactly what he'd say. He knew when he'd do it, where his brothers would be (well out of the way, with a clear unspoken threat of extra patrol and training if they went off-plan), and what he would eat for dinner beforehand so that he had the absolute smallest possible chance of his nerves hijacking his stomach.
And then you show up with forget-me-nots and gardenias tied up in blue ribbon, which. First of all, that explains why you wanted to borrow his book on flower language a few weeks back. Secondly, the message of secret love, true love, respect, and shared history, all tied up in his color? It nearly kills him.
"Leo, would you do me the honor of being my Valentine?"
"Stay right here," He says firmly, dashing off to his bed before he could process your owlish blink. He pulls the chocolate box out from underneath it and rushes back, smiling sheepishly at the way your concern immediately melts into fond amusement. "Only if you'll be mine."
"Deal," You laugh, trading him the fragrant bouquet for the heart-shaped box, and he busies himself with inspecting and smelling the flowers while you read his poem.
At the end of the day, he earns himself a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a Valentine, so maybe you asking wasn't really the issue he thought it was.
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Mikey beats you to asking.
He asks you a week ahead of time, and it's a real splashy affair- he goes all out, pestering April into helping him get all kinds of candy and a big, orange stuffed bear with a heart in its little paws and a pink basket big enough for all of it. He begs his brothers and father to give him the living room of the lair for the evening, and even agrees to do Raph's chores for a week and a half in exchange. He sets the basket up on the couch, tries out about three hundred different combinations of the million lights littering the lair to create the perfect "romantic and intimate but not too suggestive but not too dark but not too bright" ambience, and absolutely agonizes over the playlist of easy, romantic R&B.
He's the one to greet you at the metaphorical front door of the lair and guide you into the living room, and when you look at him quizzically- and hopefully, he notes with delight- he takes your hands and a deep breath.
"Angel, would you be my Valentine?"
"Dammit, Mikey..." You grumble, and if it weren't for the grin you were biting back and the way you were squeezing his hands like you never wanted to let go, he'd be pretty damn scared right about now. "I was gonna ask you. I had a whole plan."
"You can still ask me later, gorgeous," He says with a big grin of his own. "I'll totally act surprised."
"How kind."
"That's me. Now, uh, you're kinda leavin' me hangin', here."
"I'll happily be your Valentine, Mikey."
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Raph was not going to ask. He did not see this coming, did not see your feelings, did not think twice about his plan to spend Valentine's Day like he always did: with extra-buttery popcorn and rom-coms.
His plan was to basically not think about how you'd probably be spending it with someone, happy and laughing and smiling.
No, you hadn't mentioned having plans. No, you'd never mentioned a significant other- or even a love interest. No, neither of those things stopped him from assuming.
So when you waltzed into his space with a knock at the entryway and a big ol' grin, he was preparing himself for a whole ooey-gooey story about whoever had swept you off your feet. Preparing himself to act like that didn't eat him alive.
And apparently the lucky bastard had gotten you flowers, which was not helping.
"Hey, Big Red," You say fondly, leaning against the wall and fiddling with a flower stem and looking like a daydream, and his heart did something funny in his chest. "You busy?"
"Why, wanna gloat about your night?" He asks, fighting to keep his tone in the realm of playful and away from anything bitter and yearning.
"Was hoping to ask you a question, actually."
He hums a question of his own, now thoroughly confused.
"Would you be my Valentine?" You ask, holding the flowers out sweetly.
He, in a brilliant moment of zero filter, says "What the fuck?" and your smile drops the smallest bit and he very seriously considers tossing himself off of the Chrysler building.
You open your mouth, and he launches himself out of bed before you can get a word out, gently pulling the flowers out of your hand.
"Why?" He asks gruffly, very clearly avoiding your gaze as he studies a delicate petal.
"...Because I... have feelings for you?" You half admit, half ask, sounding as confused as he felt and staring at him with wide eyes. "If I've read this wrong-"
"No." He forces- forces- himself to look you in the eye, which lasts all of about a second before he's counting it as a win and looking back at the flowers. "But I'm not sure it's somethin' you should read."
"I'm not sure I asked that."
And he can't argue with that, because he knows the tone in your voice, knows he'd be better off arguing with the wall. But he can question it, because.... well, for a lot of reasons.
He should ask a lot of questions. Like "why?" and "did you hit your head?" and "is this a prank or somethin'?", but all that comes out is "Me?"
It makes you smile for some reason, and you step forward a little and duck into his line of sight and meet his eyes with about three and a half times the sincerity he could handle. "Who else?" You ask simply.
He has about a dozen retorts to that, but with you holding his gaze and heart hostage, he just nods. "Okay."
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