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nose-coffee · 9 months

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LIES ABOUT SEA CREATURES by Ada Limón // "From Now On We Are Enemies" by Fall Out Boy // Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir // Eric by Mitski // Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir // Bones and All (2022) // The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt // Ribs by Lorde // James MacAvoy as Cyrano in "Cyrano de Bergerac: in a free adaptation" by Martin Crimp // This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

#my post #fuck off lou #parallels #web weaving #comparatives #music #song lyrics #poetry #htn #harrow the ninth #ntn #nona the ninth #tlt #the locked tomb #tgf #the goldfinch #bones and all #this is how you lose the time war #fall out boy #mitski #as per usual this is a bit of excerpt soup #and it's another one that's been sitting in my drafts forever and ever #i just like the use of context in this that's all. cyrano wanting roxanne. only able to use his words on behalf of christian #gideon and lee wanting from harrow and maren what they're not willing to give until there are no options left #red and blue talking about what they want for and from each other without ever saying those words specifically #wanting what is inaccessible to you unless you strive for it.#wanting something impossible or monstrous or destructive and wanting it all the more because of that #i just find it interesting

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chadlesbianjasontodd · 2 months

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[translation] "Pear Blossom" by Yoshiya Nobuko

Although the fiction of "Japan's first lesbian author" Yoshiya Nobuko was (and remains) hugely popular, of her entire body of work only one short story has ever been published in English translation, and no (other) fan translations appear to exist --- despite the enormous influence of her work on the predominant aesthetics and themes of shoujo manga. The beautiful flowery style and melodrama so famously attached to shoujo manga are thanks in large part to Yoshiya, and I'm very happy to be able to share one of her stories with you now!

"Pear Blossom" is a sparse and vivid short story from Yoshiya's early collection Hanamonogatari ("Flower tales"), a book noted for its use of beautiful imagery and its emphasis on the importance of romantic relationships between girls.

Read it here!

(nota bene, "Pear Blossom" is in the style of romantic, 'narcissistic' girlhood tragedy for which Yoshiya is most famous; approach accordingly. I've also included a page of notes on Yoshiya and her early lesbian fiction.)

#yoshiya nobuko #yuri #lesbian #translation #shoujo manga #(not that this is manga. sorry. prose-with-some-poetry only.)#this is a rather short story but please imagine me emerging absolutely covered in blood from fighting with it #trying to wrangle the lushness of yoshiya's writing style AND the subtleties she squeezed into such a pared-down story. into english #there's something about the flavor of yoshiya nobuko's writing that is just perfect to me. something about the luxurious description #and the fragmented force of phrases linked by punctuation gaps......i don't know! it's just wonderful!#i feel like i don't really know how to post things so they'll actually catch eyes anymore #just take my word for it that you DESPERATELY want to read yoshiya nobuko

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moonchild-in-blue · 4 months

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Your face is a window

Sometimes it's 15:18 on a Wednesday; you're making coffee, water on a kettle, tugging on your sleeves to stave off the cold.

The skys are blue and bright and out of reach, hidden behind blurry windows. Droplets of yourself cling to the glass.

Condensation.

They too are trying to stave off the cold.

There is music playing ; the butterfly album that flutters quietly in your heart. You hold a spoon, cold steal, and weep.

Your tears faces run down the windows,falling from the sky to your hands.

I'm letting go I'm letting go I'm letting go-

The water is ready.

- a nothing writing about 50 minutes ago

#I rarely post my little blurbs here; much less unedited and raw so be nice #ridiculous how a song can make you cry pathetically out of nowhere #i had to stop for a full moment with a piece of bread on my hand 😭#I'm so nervous about being perceived so i gotta be silly on the tags. to ✨cope✨#darya is unhinged #writing #poetry #spilled ink

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beebfreeb · 2 months

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I love my computer all my friends are inside of it!

#I like how this came out! Post be upon you!#beebfreeb art tag #papercraft #collage #poetry #collage art

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simmyfrobby · 10 months

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After Abel, Dante Émile // sportingnews // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Dave Sandford // Kin, Clan and Community in Proto-Indo-European Society, Birgit Anette Olsen // ESPN // Wikipedia // ESPN // Jeff Vinnick // Genesis, Valzhyna Mort // Puckprose // I Cast It Away, My Body, William Bearhart // Puckprose // Cain slaying Abel, Abraham Bloemaert (1590) // NHL // Clive Baker // Puckprose // NHL // Murder Ballad in the Land of Nod, Traci Brimhall // Freep // The Changes of Cain: Violence and the Lost Brother in Cain and Abel Literature, Ricardo J. Quinones // penticton western news // The Book of a Monastic Life, Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy) // "A Brother Named Gethsemane", Natalie Diaz // NHL // NHL // Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581, Ilya Repin (1883-1885) NHL // Brothers, Dan Pagis (trans. Shirley Kaufman) // Fox News // NHL // NHL // Wikipedia // Fox News // NHL // Cain, José Saramago (trans. Margaret Jull Costa) // Allaboutthejersey // Allaboutthejersey // Jewish Literacy, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin

#um #so #yeah #brothers ammirite #we're keeping this hockey boy biblical mythology thing going today #I was planning on adding all the links to the articles I used but there's a limit on how much you can cram into one Tumblr post so #I guess this'll do #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #new jersey devils #vancouver canucks #anyway im normal about literature and poetry and also about hockey #clearly #web weaving #misc

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fixing-bad-posts · 1 year

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[ID: Two images of the same post, an image with red text over a pink background, that has been edited in two different ways. In the first image, the entire image has been covered by the trans flag and the only remaining text reads "ALL women are women". In the second image, the image has been edited blackout poetry style to say "masculine gender nonconforming women, woo". End ID.]

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ALL women are women. masculine gender non-conforming women, woo

Submitted by @mango-bubbletea

#mango-bubbletea's tag: you may be wondering how the original post was bad‚ just trust me it was #fbp submission #blackout poetry #mango-bubbletea #trans women are women #women are women #masculine women #gnc women #gender stuff #women #trans women

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redactedcrowart · 30 days

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regardless, i wasn't built to be alone

part of this series 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4

#[posts visceral definitely-not-vent art] anyway so how's everybody been i know it's been a little while #i just finished reading It the Book which no one should ever do probably. next up is salem's lot 👍#also been writing ocs and shit. i'm working on their character sheets but one of them is so fucking hard to draw for no reason. i hate him #anyhow happy trans day of visibility that was Not intentional on my part. this one's not even that much about transgenderism too #well. it kind of is. but it's kind of not. but it is. but it's not as well. you understand #lycanthrope #my art #art #illustration #voidpunk #comic #poetry #(sorta)#oh hey there's not even blood this time. a win

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whenyoulosesmallmind · 4 months

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Nicklas Bäckström & the Washington Capitals (+ nickeovi) ― Immortality, Clare Harner | insp.

credits: x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x.

#uh. it has not been done yet right?#because the whole thing was kickstarted by another nicke post with a caption that read something like #“he really did say do NOT weep on my grave you're so annoying”#but i cant find it anymore #edit: found it! tysm @lafragolina <3 #& by association i did not find other edits w nicke and this poem in particular #so i hope i did not rip anyone off -- in case let me know i'll delete #apropos of this poem i don't know how common knowledge it is (i did not know for once but i also do not read poetry that often so)#it is often attribuited to the wrong author one mary elizabeth frye who used to hand out copies of this poem w her name attached to it #she even changed some lines! anyway i linked the wiki article if you wanna check out more info -- its interesting #nicklas backstrom #nicklas bäckström #alexander ovechkin #washington capitals #nickeovi #819 #hockey rpf #hockey poetry

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unsat-and-strange · 4 months

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jonny d'villes heart ticks audibly. the crew can hear it during the few and far between quiet moments on board the aurora. it's so steady, tick tick tick, a reminder that he is there and they are all alive together, never speeding up or slowing down. sometimes they joke about using it as a metronome during practice.

jonnys heart ticks. he can hear it every waking moment. tick tick tick. it never slows down, even in the deepest sleep according to the rest of the crew. it never speeds up even when his blood is more adrenaline then actual blood, times when normal peoples hearts would be racing. whether he's laughing his ass off or terrified for his life (I guess old habits die hard?) it. never. speeds. up. sometimes it's fine, he can ignore it but there are days when the constant tick tick tick tick tick tick tick is too much. the days when he has to drown out the sound with gunfire and screams or music loud enough to make his ears bleed. some days even that barely cuts it and he debates putting a bullet in his head just to make it quiet for a few hours. the rest of the crew has gotten pretty good at recognizing those days, and they know how to help him get through them, just like he knows how to help his crew through their bad days. nastya will bring him into the near deafening engine room and theyll play with power tools until their hands are covered in grease and grit, or Tim will sit him down on a speaker and play the bass so loud the whole ship can feel it, or Marius and raphaella will tell him about unethical medical practices they've witnessed/performed or Brian will just hold him close until the rhythms of the metal man's body distract from the tick tick tick tick of his own heart. the constant tick of immortality is loud. jonny can't deny his luck in finding a crew that is almost always louder.

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emry-stars-art · 9 months

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YES, PLEASE AND THANK YOU @snazzy-jas-z-is-a-fan-of !!

(Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕)

And I’ll do an art-only version of this post for your reblogging pleasure here :) there's always always more to be said about this so I might make another post on the same topic but later

Anyway onto the juicy stuff

Okay so. Evermore and Palmetto both have glove etiquette, but in Evermore Nathaniel never had to worry about it, because he was expected to constantly be wearing gloves from first day he’s able to after getting nasty scars on his hands. Except for when he’s working or helping Nathan work. The nobles and specifically Prince Riko made it clear that they had no desire to see how ugly his hands were. (This is also why he has a habit of wearing a little of his hair down on the left side; it helped cover the scars on his cheek that ruined his pretty complexion.)

Then he comes to Palmetto and Day introduces him to a whole new set of rules. Gloves are a common and important part of dress and fashion, but people are also able to decide whether or not to wear them at any given time. The only real rules on gloves are when not to wear them; you always take off gloves to eat or drink, and to offer your hand in greeting or service.

Nathaniel gets to kind of ease into it; he’s not around anyone important enough to need to offer proper greeting or help, so mostly he takes his gloves off to eat in the servants quarters, where he doesn’t deal with more than curious glances. There’s a lingering fear of letting anyone important see his hands, no matter what Day says to assure him otherwise.

Then Nathaniel becomes the prince’s guard. Nothing changes for a while - the prince has always been more self-sufficient than most - until one day Nathaniel sees the prince eyeing the fall from his horse. (Really Andrew is trying to get up the courage to dismount, because even if the fall isn’t actually an issue for him, his fear of heights sometimes catches up to him when dismounting horses.) Nathaniel understands by now that he’s allowed and expected to help, so he reaches out - and remembers. He’s also acutely aware that the prince hasn’t yet seen his hands, then also also acutely aware of how serious Day was about the proper etiquette, and slips off his glove. The prince gives his hand a curious look, but accepts the help and all but crushes Nathaniel’s hand in his as he finally makes the fall. Even on the ground, though, he doesn’t let go quickly. Instead, the prince’s thumb brushes once across the back of Abram’s hand and he turns his hold, pulling Nathaniel’s hand up to examine it. The only thing keeping Nathaniel in place is the bone-deep instinct that he isn’t to deny anyone, especially a prince. Maybe the prince would decide he didn’t actually want to see Nathaniel’s hands and Nathaniel could go back to wearing his gloves with little more than a strike to the cheek for making the prince look at them.

But the prince does no such thing. He drops Nathaniel’s hand and continues on as normal. Nathaniel does his best to do the same, but that’s probably the first kind skin to skin contact he’s had in years. He isn’t recovering as quickly as he imagines he should.

(Meanwhile Andrew was NOT about to let an opportunity to hold Nathaniel’s hand slip like that, and he finds that he doesn’t mind the roughness. Most other guards were pulled from a much more privileged crowd - usually who had some callouses or scratches at most. Nathaniel’s hands show Andrew that this one isn’t all bark and no bite. Andrew… really likes them.)

Gradually, Nathaniel (likely soon or now Abram) gets used to taking off his gloves. He doesn’t without reason, it takes him a while not to feel naked without them, but it only takes a few more instances for him to realize that the prince truly doesn’t mind his scars. Helping the prince from his horse becomes easy habit (GS isn’t necessarily tall, but neither is Andrew. No step stool = Abram’s help).

Maybe there’s even a few times Abram is completely gloveless when he’s around only Day or the prince. He finds himself hiding his hands subconsciously when he’s not thinking about it, but he’s never once told to cover up.

Then Abram is kidnapped, taken back to Evermore. All the same rules are enforced and more. In this case, gloves aren’t all that different or upsetting. That much is okay.

It’s when he gets back that things change. Since he’s blind for a while, he’s relying much more on touch and hearing. It’s also a good tactile reminder; if he were still in Evermore, he would never be bare handed. This is when he truly gets used to not wearing gloves. (During this time he’s also touched more gently and more often than ever in his life. Others’ bare hands on his naked skin to care for scars and rashes and fever, first Day and medics and then Day and Prince Andrew. Abram finally, finally realizes that this is what he’d been missing. He actually finds himself calmed and cared for in being touched.)

Even when his sight returns, Abram only wears gloves out of doors or to formal events. Slowly and so, so carefully, Andrew finds more small reasons to touch Abram’s hands, and Abram always finds rationalization to accept. Then Abram even leaves his gloves in his saddlebags or pockets when they go out.

Winter hits. Abram has very few burn scars on his hands, but even the simple knife scars can seize and ache in cold weather. By now Andrew is very attentive to Abram’s pain or discomfort, so he notices. Abram’s hands hurt.

So Andrew buys him new gloves, lined with soft, warm fur. Abram is both pleased and disappointed - pleased because any gift from Andrew is a good gift, and disappointed because the prince expects him to wear gloves again. But the first time Andrew sees Abram wearing them indoors, he says easily, “They’re to keep your hands from the cold. Wear them only as much as you need.” (Because, again; he’s not going to admit it, but he loves Abram’s hands.)

It probably takes a long time for Abram to get accustomed to much more touch. He likes holding the prince’s hand, he’s used to that this far into their courting, but anywhere else with anything more than clinical intent - sometimes including with clinical intent - he gets overwhelmed very easily.

Andrew is careful with him. Like we mentioned in the last post, Andrew’s had about six to eight years longer to get readjusted to wanting and touching; Abram is essentially starting fresh. It’s a lot for him to handle.

(Don’t worry, though, I promise they figure it out. Just like they always do, in every universe, for all of our mental health.)

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thehoax · 2 months

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#poetry #poems #poetblr #poetscreed #poets on tumblr #from the drafts #this is from my first poetry collection and i wrote it in like 2021 but i wanted to post anyways!!#you can see how much better i’ve gotten comparatively #poetry*

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katabay · 5 months

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Omar El Akkad's forward to the Annotated Arabian Nights: Tales from 1001 Nights (trans. Yasmine Seale)

#book club tag #thought about making a book club side blog. but actually. i will keep it here but i'll keep the prev tag as it's dedicated tag #also the joy of reading and finding beautiful turns of phrases is 90% of why i include citations in much of what i post #and i want to pass that happiness on to whoever might find a similar delight in reading it. you know?? sometimes i don't have art #to go with it. i just really! loved what something had to say! i got nothing else to add! anyway. book club tag. will be the tag for this #also this is like. GOD. this is thee creative statement of the century. the drive to tell stories. i love!! this forward!!!!!!!!#i was listening to the Something Rotten spoilercast episode about Alan Wake 2 and I'm OBSESSED with everything they had to say #about how this is a game that's very aware of the creative process. it is!!!!! IT IS!!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!#this is. poetry to me. i will be turning this around in my head and also chewing on AW2 forever

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leomssis · 6 months

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on the haunting of fc barcelona

#something something a legacy becoming a ghost #something something you’ll never get away from the sound of the (wo)man that loves you #the idea of messi haunting barcelona/laporta is utterly fascinating #they can’t ever escape him no matter how hard they try #we’re in a new era we’re a new team we’re not messi’s team anymore #and yet he is still there. maybe not physically #but spiritually #and he’ll remain there for as long as he lived #Interesting how the 3 that really have changed barca as an institution (pep messi johan)#have all been forced out #and yet they all remain there. just like ghosts. haunting them #wonder if that’s why barca is so self destructive as an institution #anyway this is insane people posting don’t mind me!!!!#leo #lionel messi #web weaving #lyrics #poetry #fc barcelona

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seasonalflowerr · 4 months

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so. what if i decided i wanted to post a poem of mine? what would you all do to stop me? anyway. here's something. :) full poem below.

"looking at my childhood home on google earth" feels a lot like finding an old photo without a date. maybe i can guess when it was taken, press my fingers to the screen, feel the thorns of the never-flowering rose bushes in the front yard, pricking my skin. could it be that warm soil Spring when dad had us pulling up rotted roots while i planted my mother’s prayers for growth, for change.

see, the fence is still wood here. half-built, fixed on being unfixed. i can see my devout mother, her honey-do’s. her honey-won’t-do anything. could this picture be taken that desert Winter when she and i made that dollhouse, and i grew plants from fake moss and hot glue? when we built a home that felt alive but couldn’t fit any of us in it?

perhaps the Fall when pine needles crunched under suitcase wheels, loaded into the back of dad’s chevy. the year we slept on my mother’s bedroom floor and i was dreaming of the walls up in flames. when i dreamt of dry knees being skinned and curling and crawling but i was left behind, the only thing left of him being

this photo might’ve been taken during the first fatherless Summer, whispering to a handful of dried thorns, like dandelion seeds. as if they could’ve saved me from the cinder block stoop burning the backs of my legs—like they could’ve saved me from wishing on the grated leaves of a flowerless rose bush, for a chance of rain.

#rose's poetry #hi :) ignore how niche this is lol #poetry #my writing #words #hope you all like it! i really do wanna post more of my work but. what if i'm so so scared

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simmyfrobby · 11 months

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― Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

Hockey Poetry Post 37/?

(Photo credit: Francois Lacasse, Minas Panagiotakis, Mike Carlson, link, Vincent Ethier, Scott Audette, Francois Lacasse, Scott Audette, Scott Audette, Dave Sandford, link, Francois Lacasse, link, Mark Blinch, Mark Blinch, Brett Holmes, link, Mark Blinch, Jeff Bottari)

#okay so its that time again #drove myself a little bit insane thinking about how goalies aren't trying to win as much as trying not to lose #and um #yea I made myself sad about Price again.. its whatever..#take a shot if you participate in the Will Joy Mention Louise Glück In This Post drinking game #tags:#hockey poetry posts #carey price #montreal canadiens #habs #im tagging pk in this as well because if its a narrative about everything price has lost and keeps on losing #then he deserves a mention #pk subban #MY GOD THIS MAN IS PRETTY

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litany-writes · 3 months

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instead of being actually academically productive this week like i should have been, i wrote almost 6k of a landoscar vampire au. how did i get here

#litany writes fanfiction !#in any case expect the revival of my dead ao3 in a couple of hours #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #f1 #f1 fanfic #it's been so long since i posted something that idk how to tag it properly #if you followed me for the poetry and not the motorsports rpf i'm. sorry #following in the footsteps of the great poet richard siken tho!!

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