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jaemiecook · 13 days
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Random question, if I just randomly started posting a poem or a short story (or something like that) just once a month or something, would anyone be interested?
Like would anyone like to read and maybe critic my cringe ‘deep’ writing?
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jaemiecook · 15 days
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Not everything is about Frankenstein but it could be
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jaemiecook · 15 days
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Here’s some of my dare I say horrid poetry, feel free to critique:
The Visitor in the crimson room
From door to door my eyes flicker.
Too fast to catch the detail of the doors
Yet not fast enough to miss the grotesque beauty,
I feign indifference.
Deep knock sharply silences the silence.
Yet as sharply it came it went,
I know it will return.
Silence killed by the rhythm of a clock.
It chimes once not twice, before to silence it is returned.
Here it is again.
Sharp sound, so deep, assaults my hearing.
I do not dare move,
I mustn’t.
To move is to sacrifice my comfort.
Slowly my eyelids shut, darkness?
No, light seeps past my guards
A figure stands long in statue, short in width.
The figure possesses long bony fingers, paler than death it self.
It’s face blank, I think it’s smiling.
My eyes come undone, blood floods my vision,
It seeps painfully slow, turning my world crimson.
The figure doth not breathe
It is quiet.
“How dreadful,” My mind supplies,
Should I run?
I make no move.
It’s empty gaze hooks mine.
Something fills the silence.
“Don’t be frightened.” Echoed between the doors,
Its stoic face empty, somehow I know it smiled.
“Grotesque,” googly I manage to utter.
I know not if it heard me.
Needless prick my skin,
Am I bleeding?
No the sheets are clean.
As the pain leaves, numbness takes over.
Behind figure’s head the wall is covered in poppies.
Crimson liquid pours from their red leaves.
Drop, drop, drop, so faint,
I strain my hearing to hear the drips over the sound of chiming.
I shut my eyes for less than a second,
My vision fills with blood. Again.
The room is flooding,
My time has come.
Its long bony hands reach towards me,
A shiver runs through my numb skin at its touch.
Its long cold arms wrap me in a warm embrace.
I do not dare move, I let it take me.
“Come as you are.” croaks the voice
“You shan’t suffer,
Your time hath, come brother.”
I feign indifference.
My eyes shut,
This time, my eyelids shut, and do their job.
The light doth not seep in.
With that it takes me.
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jaemiecook · 16 days
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If Richard never met the Greek class he would’ve RAN that campus everyone wanted him so bad
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jaemiecook · 22 days
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THE moment i was convinced henry and bunny were a thing is when they "fought" in henry's room and richard heard them and then henry came to him out of nowhere and asked for pills in HIS room and explained he couldn't go there because bunny fell asleep and he didnt'want to see him. fall asleep after a fight??? i think bunny and henry never were in an official relationship due to their inner homophobia but henry moved on because he fell in love with camilla or he convinced himself he is. bunny couldn't because all these time he already was in relationship with marrion and had no excuses why they should even stop. so he asked henry for something even after Italy trip again and again.
I have a theory the real reason henry decided to k-word bunny is because he didn't know how to cut their relationship so he won't hurt bunny's feelings. it sounds twisted but it's the same logic when people cheat without breaking up except henry couldn't cheat and then also the problem with farmer came up and he just find a solution to all drama.
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jaemiecook · 24 days
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I love how Richard reacts to the group being awkward. There’s so many possibilities as to why they could be cold at the moment, yet the only option he sees is that Henry made a pass at Bunny??? Which is maybe understandable to assume, but why does he then go into a massive paragraph about whether or not Bunny is attractive and if his gaydar is working correctly????
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jaemiecook · 24 days
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jaemiecook · 24 days
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tired of richard did cocaine in a parking lot this richard did cocaine in a burger king that. this was NOT richard's peak character moment. his peak moment was sleeping with some girl at some party then getting knocked out by her boyfriend the next day, waking up face down in the snow, limping back to his dorm, and then waking up late for class thinking 'why didn't my friends come get me?'. BECAUSE THEY'RE FAKE AS FUCK BOJO. this all happened within like one paragraph btw.
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jaemiecook · 29 days
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Richard: I just ended a four year relationship.
Camilla: Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
Richard: Hm? Oh yeah, I'm fine. It wasn't my relationship.
*Francis and Charles fighting from across the room*
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jaemiecook · 29 days
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Bauhaus on a record is absolutely breathtakingly amazing, my soul is leaving my body.
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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henry/richard fics
Magpie - 8.4k - When Henry comes back from Italy early and saves Richard's life, he sets things in motion that neither of them would've predicted.
thousand times i've fallen - 5.4k - Henry finds Richard at just the right time. What right means for the two of them, neither know.
munchausen's dilemna - 6.3k - wherein richard does not quite recover from his disastrous winter
deer lay down their bones - 5.8k - If Richard noticed their attentions, he disregarded it as no more than his own mind conjuring his desires up for him, a self-absorbed visitor to the museum imagining that the painted eyes of a favored portrait were directed at him.
the self is not so weightless - 5.3k - The two times Richard helps Henry unwind, and the time Henry returns the favour (and they unearth their feelings along the way).
like real people do - 1.7k - Henry suspects however that the true reason he’s decided to fuck Richard is how incredibly willing Richard is to let Henry do anything to him.
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere
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i wasn’t joking
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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Everyone gives Sherlock Holmes a hard time about being mean about Watson's writing, but honestly imagine you told your roommate "sure, you can write up an account of my work for the newspaper," thinking it would be like, about the murder, but then he publishes it and it's 90% about you, as a person, and it's a huge hit and now everyone in London knows that you hoard newspapers and do cocoaine when you're depressed. Because I think you'd be little miffed too.
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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Henry winter in a nutshell
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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If he’s in classical literature and his name is Henry, he is at least a little gay.
BUT if his last name just so happens to start with a ‘W’ he is probably a red flag.
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jaemiecook · 1 month
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Meanwhile Oscar Wilde: *proud dad*
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