#almost daily haiku

[icypenguin]

★~ Kazuha Headcanons

hi guys! im trying to post daily or atleast 4 times a week! i hope you guys enjoy my creations 💗💗💗

Teyvat au

- whenever he’s gone, he will write notes to you daily! beidou always catch him writing notes for you on the crownest and teases him for it.

- when he sees you waiting for him at the docks, his face will immediately brighten up and he’s filled with joy.

- if he went to a nation that you’ve both never been to or literally anywhere, he will always get you a small gift that reminds him of you.

- hugs? cheeks kisses? suprise kisses? YES! YES! YES! your favourite spot with him is under the sakura/maple tree. you both often cuddle or just hangout there and enjoy the view.

- sometimes he will ask you if you want to join him on his next adventure! you will definitely cuddle and stargaze with him on the crownest. (don’t let beidou find out about this or she’s going to tease you both nonstop!)

- he will absolutely introduce you to alll the crux members and now when they see you both together theres no way to escape the teasing…

- petnames: dear, darling, maple. sweetheart, love.

~ small drabble ~

the night was chilly as i was cuddling on the crownest with kazuha. blanket covering out body from the cold wind. when all of the sudden he whispers something in my ear “The deep rolling waves, Are attracted by the moon, Our love never dies”. “did you just whisper a haiku to me?” i asked as my cheeks burns, showing a red-ish colour. “oh kazuha, how could i ever return the sweet talks you gave me?” i lay my head on his shoulder as we stare at the ocean, the waves we’re calm i could listen to it until i sleep… kazuha looks at me with a passionate gaze. he looks like he wanted to ask me something. “say, dear, would you like to come with me on my next adventure?” as i heard what he said i felt like i want to jump as high as i can. i’ve been wanting to hear him ask that question as day by day my life got even dull than before. “oh kazuha! i would love to!” i answer him while hugging him. kazuha chuckled and said “glad to hear, ill inform captain beidou later.” he then looked at my direction and kissed me on the cheeks, forhead and lips. we continue cuddling until a voice interupts us “i see loverboy reunited with his dearest, huh?”. oh, i could immediately recognise that voice! the brown haired captain was looking at us with a smirk on her face… what could go so wrong…?

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Modern au (college au)

- you and him are neighbours so everyday he will wait for you at your front door so you can walk together.

- if youre ending the class later than him, he will buy you strawberry or banana milk so that you get more nutrients!

- his and your friends always tease you both. even though you both say ‘we’re just friends’ oh they clearly know you’re more than that!

- your parents knows him as he always hangoug with you almost everyday! either if its doing homework together or just chilling together.

- he will totally confess to you at prom! with bouquet and chocolates~

- he will hold your hand whenever you’re walking together. and hugs are appreciated too.

- petnames: darling, sweetheart, love. if he’s feeling a bit silly: cinnamonbun, maplesyrup, cupcake, sweetie pie.

~ small drabble ~

last week, school just announced prom is about to come. i was excited but also nervous as im not sure who i would like to go with. i mean.. it’s obviously kazuha but well- he’s been receiving many people that’s asking him out! with this problem im a bit afraid he will accept one of them.. i supose if im not going with him then i won’t go to prom! at lunch, kazuha looked a bit nervous. i didn’t know what’s going on as he was more quiet than he usually is. so i decide to ask him “kazuha? is anything bothering you?”. kazuha looked at me and replied “oh no, its nothing”. i didn’t believe what he said but i decide to slide that answer. i was peacefully eating my lunch when all of the sudden he told me “hey uh- could you meet me at the school garden after school? i want to ask you something..”. i said “oh suree! ill meet you under the big tree ok?” he only nods his head as a respond.

*time skip to after school hehe*

the bell rang signaling that school is over. i quickly went under the big tee at the school garden and kazuha was already there. “hey kazzz! sooo what do you want to ask mee?” i asked in curiosity. i’ve been waiting for this momet since the time he told me to meet him after school. “oh- hey.. i didn’t see you coming.. um-“ he looked nervous and he was avoiding eye contact. i gave him some time to process what he wants to say “um.. w-ould you like to go to prom with me, y/n?”. i can see his ears going red and he pulled out a bouquet and a heart shaped container thats filled with chocolate. hearing this question made my heart go crazy! i quickly replied “OH YES! YES! uh- i-i mean mhm! i would love tooo!” i can feel my face getting a lot warmer as heat rushes through it. i accept the bouquet and chocolates from him and tackle him into a hug. we both ended up falling on the grass, laughing.

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OMG MY GRAMMAR SUCKS SOOO MUCH IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭 kazuha is my fav but idk im not that proud with this oneeee ill prob make something like this later on… idk if im just not feeling it or what but i hope u guys enjoy this and advices are appreciated thankyouu!

#kazuha kaedehara #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha genshin impact #kazuha genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #kazuha #kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha fluff

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #4:

Neil Young's After the Gold Rush

Third records are famously tricky. Some artists run out of ideas (Michael Penn), some lose confidence and hire outsiders who undercuts their greatness (Tracy Chapman), some stick to their established formula even though it's getting old (The Doors) some get lazy (Van Morrison) and some just sucked to begin with (Stephen Stills, obviously).

But many of our greatest Dollar Bin artists use their third record to both perfect and transform their art. Think Damn the Torpedoes or Ladies of the Canyon. Think Armed Forces.

And then there's Neil Young. It's no surprise that his third record checks a bunch of the same boxes he's checked ever since: After the Gold Rush is a confounding, masterful mess. It's got his ass on the backside,

he's spread eagle on the gatefold,

and (almost) everything inside is eclectic greatness.

Let's start with the album that never was: Young's fold out, poster-sized, insert for the record includes handwritten lyrics in his typically half-hazard style and a track listing for an album which still, even after two decades of archival releases, has never existed:

Who knows what this track listing meant and means today to Young. But in honor of the 50th anniversary of After the Gold Rush four years ago, Neil skimped and reissued the record with tracks 4, 5, 6 and 9 still lost or stuck in his vault. Sure, in the last 15 or so years he's put out plenty of versions of Wondering, and more versions of Dance, Dance, Dance than anyone can stand. And the original record has always included Oh, Lonesome Me and Birds.

But we've never heard anything related to track 9; what was it? A title that never became a song? A still unreleased masterpiece? Neil having a good time by feeding us nonsense? Who knows. Neil Young: the Dollar Bin's grinning charlatan.

And then there's number 6 on the list above: Big Waves. Quick: identify that Neil Young song. Too late, I'm gonna tell you: it's gotta be Powderfinger, listed here a full 8 years before he finally released it. Look out Mama, Neil sat on that song and its white boat that stirs up such heady, big waves, for nearly all of the 70's. I can't find the reference, but my pea brain remembers reading somewhere, or being told by my famous brother after their interview, that Pancho Sampedro claims there's an unheard-by-everyone-else fifth verse missing from every known recording of the song. He described the dead protagonist's body floating in a cave but still narrating. (Am I making all this up? Did I dream it? My famous brother will know, and so will Pancho; thanks for reading Pancho!)

And that's not all Young's continuing to hoard 54 years later. He's gone on the record claiming there's a Crazy Horse version of Helpless; and there's gotta be ten or more takes of everything that actually wound up on the record. After all, Young claims that he woke up daily in the summer of 69 to record with Crazy Horse at his home in the morning before heading down the hill from Topanga to record Deja Vu by night.

Nash probably spent each of those summer mornings begging the indifferent cat to play with him while his not-yet-aware-that-she was-dating-a-total-loser partner, Joni Mitchell, did some real work in their home. Crosby probably spent each morning eating hot fudge sundays, totally unaware that a car crash would soon end his girlfriend's life and send him into a lifelong tailspin.

And Stephen Stills surely spent the summer writing haiku after haiku, each of them attempting to outline his (total lack of) greatness:

I arise at noon;

To sing smoking hot Blues;

I am so handsome it hurts.

(C, S & N each put out their own first solo records in the months that followed After the Gold Rush. I imagine each album will get its Dollar Bin treatment in time; Crosby's happens to be fairly transcendent, the best thing ever recorded by anyone in the band other than Neil.)

But unlike all those records, After the Gold Rush was not recorded in one go and rushed out on the heals of Deja Vu; rather Neil worked on it sporadically for nearly a year, honing it, crafting it and then reworking it all.

And so anyway, Jesus Christ, Neil: give us the rest of what you've got from that era. And do it now, before Stills writes another poem.

Including the track list from an entirely different record inside After the Gold Rush was a straight up Shakey move. Look at me, Neil declared, I've got an ass shapely enough for photographing and my third record is basically my fourth cause I chose not to release the third one. I can't help being a genius; after all, that's why I joined Crosby and his loser friends in a band: don't I look great in comparison?

But we can't step away from the album that's still never been without recognizing the greatness that could have been. Take a listen to one of Neil's boldest and best archive releases to date, Everybody's Alone, recorded early in the album's sessions.

Just listen to him crooning like he's Richard Manuel during the world's greatest staycation. Do you hear his unhinged guitar? No one is ever alone when they turn this song up loud. They're right there with Neil, grooving.

But what about the record he actually gave us? It's on everyone's Greatest Ever albums list, except mine. Think of After the Gold Rush in terms of the symbol Neil suggests for us: it's like his ass, but it's covered with lovely, handmade patches. And Neil has a very nice ass!

I'm going to get you all wound up by claiming that although record is chock full of sweet songs, it contains just two masterpieces. Let's talk first about one: Oh, Lonesome Me is the best cover Neil's ever issued, and let's start the discussion by listening to Don Gibson's tossed off original:

Fun huh? Gibson recorded this piece of ah shucks bubblegum 13 years before Neil tackled it, and that was deep in the era when you still had to smile like Ira Louvin while making popular music.

Melancholy was not welcome.

But Young essentially rewrites the thing from start to finish as a supreme depression anthem. Listen to all the layers he assembles, from the fatburger harmonica, to the quavering vocals, to the plodding, stately piano, to the pants shredding flatulence of the electric guitar chords (hence the need for all those ass patches). And when Danny Whitten joins Neil on the second half of the bridge to "welcome her right back here in my ar-ar-arms" we're left totally bummed out and utterly uplifted, ready to soar off to sadland in the arms of the closing guitar solo.

Your assuming that I'll now say the other essential track on the record is Southern Man, or failing that, that it's the inspired-by-a-film-that-never-was title track, which Dolly, Linda and Emmylou unforgivably rewrote with "felt like I could cry" in place of "felt like getting high" (now that Dolly's done some good work deconfederizing her theme park, Dollywood, their rewrite of AtGR is the only knock I have on any of the three women, full stop), or the song Neil opened so many of his concerts with in the 70's, Tell Me Why.

Nope.

Southern Man is forever stained in my memory by Neil's rap about it a few years later on the greatest bootleg of all time (yes, I said that, there is no argument), his 74 pop-up, introduction to much of On The Beach, show at the Bottom Line. I'll write about that bootleg, which Neil released a botched version of a year or two ago, in good time, but here's the essentials for now: Neil explainsmid-show to his cosy, badgering audience that he can no longer sing Southern Man because he once watched a drunk and wasted fan get pummeled by a security guard while he performed the song with CS&N on the Four Way Street Tour. Neil is apologetic about it in 74; he's sorry he can't meet the fan's request. His audience, in turn, urges him not to play it.

So I have always had mixed feelings about the song, even though Young got over it all and has turned in many a sweltering live version, most especially with the Horse in 76 and with Booker T before my very eyes in 93. Beside, even though the album track rocks and teenager Nils Lofrgin, who'd just turned up uninvited at Neil's door, plays a groovy, I've never played that particular instrument before but I'll try, piano, Dollar Bin long timers already know that Merry Clayton's takes of the song are always the gold standard:

Sit down Neil. Sit the hell down for Merry.

But still, how can I possibly defend the idea that a song like Birds is not a classic track from the record, especially when it's one of my all time favorites and it is the song, far and away, all my kids heard me sing most often back when they wanted me to sing them to sleep? Well, the original, summer of 69, full band take, of Birds, in which Neil somehow forgets to sing the second half of the song, is simply better. Take a listen:

Wow. We are once again reminded exactly what the record could have been had Stills and Co, Neil's endless touring and heroin not got in the way.

And that brings us, after much ado, to the other straight up essential track on After the Gold Rush, I Believe in You. Like Oh, Lonesome Me, it was recorded during that first, aborted push in the summer of 69 before Whitten fell so deeply into the heroin abuse that soon killed him and which led Young to even more depression, not to mention more than a few of his greatest songs.

Young speaks of pride about the track, and mixes in a little awe at the depths of its sadness. I understand what he's talking about; the song is a particularly delicate slab of Shakey's fragile, terrifying beauty:

Damn, that song is so, so sad. I hope Neil's not lying to the person the song addresses, but I suspect he is: indeed, this entire period, seen in retrospect, has no end of sadness. Young's first marriage was falling apart and would soon be over; his primary bass player, Greg Reeves, was losing his mind; Whitten was killing himself; Crosby's girlfriend was about to go for a ride and then die, and Young was heading straight for the ditch.

What's more, check out everyone's buddy at the time!

Charles Manson was literally Neil's neighbor - they hung out! - but Manson was too busy killing people in 69 to sit in on the After the Gold Rush sessions. Joni Mitchell sums the whole era and scene up with her customary genius: "acid, booze and ass; needles, guns and grass; lots of laughs. Lot of laughs."

So that brings us to the biggest problem I have with After the Gold Rush: why the hell are two of Neil's most upbeat and positive songs, When You Dance I Can Really Love and my least favorite Neil Young song of all time, Only Love Can Break Your Heart, doing on this record?

(I stand by that "least favorite" statement by the way. Sure, there's Dirty Old Man from Chrome Dreams 2 and entire swaths of Storytone to compete with Only Love... for the crown of Shakey terror but those songs are not taking up space on one of Young's classic albums.)

Okay, I admit that When You Dance... has some sweet Jack Nitzsche piano pounding and sparkling guitar on it, but why does Neil tell us about how he can love, he can really love, and why, for god's sake why, does he take the time to sing about how he'd love to have a playdate with Graham Nash on Only Love... instead of dedicating his whole record to our impending cosmic apocalypse, complete with silver spaceships flying all around the chosen ones?

Because that's what he should have done. Neil and everyone around him at the time, except, of course, Joni, was either killing themselves, killing other people or ignoring all the terrible things underway around them. Neil was solidly in that last group, his senses tingling as he took a chance on the dance floor. Turns out that Neil wasn't just lying to his beloved in I Believe in You. He was lying to himself as well.

But oh, I'll admit it, ad I'll do so quick before the loading begins and it's time to get high or cry: After the Gold Rush may not be the record it was supposed to be, but it still sounds incredible so many years later; it's a third record that could only be made by Shakey himself.

Update that was actually written on Sunday:

Yeah, as I suspected, I was making stuff up about Powderfinger. Here's a missing final verse that I did not dream up; but it's the deleted conclusion to Cortez the Killer instead:

It'd be sweet to report that I awoke this morning with this correction suddenly in mind. But no. I awoke this morning and went to Target in search of new underpants instead.

It'd be even sweeter to report that Pancho or Shakey himself had written me in anger, disgust or delight to correct my mistake. But no. They've been strangely silent.

And so I must admit what you've already guessed: my famous brother supplied the correction. Thanks Bro!

But! My brother is mightily famous, and I suspect he's in confidential touch with Neil and the boys on a daily basis - they probably exchange recipe suggestions and photos of their pets, with Neil always proudly showing off Daryl's giant dogs and recommending his personal approach for honey slides.

And so I suspect that they all have a good old time reading my blog: Dannhann reveal thyself! Put two and two together Dollar Binners and I'll give you 7: although my brother cannot acknowledge it, I bet one of them (probably Billy Talbot; that guy's always got his finger on the pulse) fed my brother this tasty, Shakey morsel.

Hope your Sunday's a Shakey one.

#Youtube #neil young #crazy horse #david crosby #graham nash #stephen stills still sucks #shakey sundays

[firelordgrantham]

the most beautiful thing with Tumblr is that we might all be insane, but we are Insane Renaissance Peops TM.

Every ''world heritage post'' will contain cross-referencing of three different fandoms or at least one mythology. We make memes about statistical outliers (a lot). We teach each other weird historical facts (about Kelloggs' original purpose, or about how the Demeter from Dracula is difficult to stir for this reason contrary to popular belief that it was for that reason, or about the australian prime minister who went for a swim, etc). We write poetry. We've created at least three new kinds of litterature (shitposts, fictional aitas and haikubot-baiting). We share art, all kinds of art, from ancient statues to last-week fanart, from furry to abstract, from videos to music...

Now imagine a worldbuilding in a book. The reader learns there is this unhinged website existing only in the book which is basically dedicated to saying stupid stuff and laughing at stupid jokes with total strangers.

And then tell the reader about how this same website taught an entire generation about what a statistical outlier is, how almost everyone on it is reading an old gothic classic novel day by day together. The absolute unity of Dracula Daily. Tell the reader about the shared knowledge of this website, about the dozens of accounts solely dedicated to pictures of old clothes or modern architecture. How it is a bastion of basically every single political party who each argue with each other in a (relatively) milder way than on the real world. Tell the reader about the popular uproar when Haiku Bot answered for the first and last time, not with an echo, but with a love declaration to an user who asked it what its purpose was. About the obsession for the victorian era. For classical litterature. Tell the reader about how this stupid website is maybe the greatest bastion of world culture there is left in this world.

And ask the reader if it is really believable. The reader will answer ''no, it is not. Because humans beings, left to their own devices, stuck in a (chat)room with strangers, will begin to kill each other. They won't create something beautiful and welcoming just because they have the opportunity to, and even if some did, the vast majority would crush this project''.

Then show the reader. Show how, under its silly pretenses of being a shitposting site, it is a beacon for all the scholars stuck in the wrong time, and for all those who live in the right one but want more freedom, and for every single person in the world who wants a good laugh but also an opportunity to see a bit of beauty.

#tumblr #long post #worldbuilding #renaissance man #unhinged #shitpost #of the litterary interest of shitposts #and of haikubot-baiting #fictional aita

[fainthedcherry]

Days Are Short. (Mental Health Awareness Month, May 3rd)

I always get extremely melancholic in spring, due to the change to summertime. Sure, daylight savings are neat and all. But. The prospect of feeling seven times older by just. The time changing. Old people get heart attacks from the phenomena of setting back the clock, for crying out loud.

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Why are we truly bound so much by time? I will never understand. We have an innate sense to exist, to survive. We have primal setbacks still stuck in our brain like being hungry, desiring a partner or family.

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So why are we so bound to it? People complain all the time "ugh I'm so old now!" to me...When they're in their literal 20s or 30s. Like...What are you literally complaining about? Time? It annoys me. But. I'm also a hypocrite for it. As time bothers me too. Not aging, I still find annoying, when people claim how old they are and how they've already lived their life, when their life hasn't even started. Almost like throwing it away and taking for granted. I hate that notion so much. I mean yeah, I don't wanna exist on this planet either, I get. But I don't go "I'm so old! I'm so old!!", all the damn time despite being 18 already, which is adult, so calling someone old in this age is honestly fair. I consider calling someone or yourself old only valid, once you're minimum 80 years old. I truly do. Around 80, you've lived your life, you've seen everything, you've experienced everything (and even in such an age you'll still find out new things and also could gain new hobbies or interests like crocheting or books for example so even THEN that claim is stupid).

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Time annoys me. The construct of time annoys me. Me not being able to wrap my tiny, smooth brain around it annoys me. It. Annoys me. To a deep level. I almost wish, that time wouldn't exist, honestly. But that could be for my simple disdain of numbers and calculating or guessing numbers at all.

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Don't let time rob you of opportunities or chances, age of hobbies or new interests/experiences. "Stop approaching it like a total cynic", I tell myself. But I can't, when people all around me take it so much for granted. You have all the literal time in the world. To start anything. Do anything. So don't complain to me, that you've already done everything. Because truly, have you? I doubt it. I doubt you're already trilingual, can fluently dictate haikus at the top of your brain, know how to use certain power-tools for professionals, hell might have parenting experience. Crap like that. Have you learned anything at all? Do you have no curiosity for this world that awaits you?

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I wake up sometimes being my worst critic, my best fan, wake up with the wrong foot and am a total cynical jerk. And sometimes I wake up and can be the most optimistic, naive idiot you'll know. And it all fluctuates. Just like time fluctuates. At the end of the day, we're all just part of time's scheme, at the end of the day..We all don't matter to time. Or what it thinks. But it matters to me, how you think about yourself. Stop putting yourself down and just try something new already damn it, stop telling yourself you've already done and seen everything, when the crack of dawn hasn't even faded.

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As one of my favourite Paramore titles; For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic.

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I feel like that title a lot. I'm tired of my own cynicism, I'm tired of my own optimism. I wish I could just pick a side and live with it already. Getting annoyed over essentially irrelevant daily topics..Or just trying to give people some hope to not give up on themselves, like I have so many times years ago.

#mental health awareness month #mental health awareness month 2023 #pondering #thinking #honest thoughts

[brainrotfm]

ROTTY give the people what they want: a cute thing you or sukuna do to/for one another daily (or almost daily) 🎤

melk i literally revamped my self ship tag just to reply to this so i'm sorry for my delay BUT like.... i find sukuna to be deeply verbose / well read / eloquent and so we love to share what we write and read with each other.

near daily, he can expect to get a screenshot of a poem i just finished, or a line from a book i thought was emotionally raw. in return, i can expect a slip of paper tucked in my lunch with a haiku drafted out for my eyes only<3

my writings about sukuna pin points deeply complex emotions i struggle to say but can flesh out for him in written word; meanwhile, his writings about me is so much more gentle and vulnerable than what he's willing to offer out loud, and it's a fantastic mitigation of expectations from two people who adore being adored but are very bad at the tender exposure of love

also we have a book club where we share a book and use different color highlighters to highlight our favorite parts, bc we're evil book defacers as well xo

#rotkuna #I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS THANK YOU MELK #i love how we selfship but im also embarrassed to post selfship lore all the time...... hehe #anyway! this was so cute i want to die

[sheri42]

Delicate Blossom

the beauty of cherry blossoms and the significance of trees #smallpoems #clmooc #poetry24 #cherryblossom #haiku #urbanforestry

Daily Note Every day, a photograph, a poem. Aren’t the cherry blossoms lovely? I’m still waiting for the blossoms of our neighborhood to open up, so I found this photo from April 3, 2021 of the cherry tree by the credit union on our daily walk [before Guthrie]. On the National Mall, the cherry blossoms will be blooming– and it almost always makes some national news story with a photo of their…

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#cherry blossoms #haiku #Poetry #poetry24 #Remember the Moments #Slice of Life #urban trees

[punchfacechamp1on]

The worst part of recovery from abuse during your marriage is wondering if you are what your abuser said you are. All the second guessing and hesitation. The anxiety over simple things like "oh, better not get myself that face wash product, that helps me maintain a smidge of self esteem, this week because my husband will be angry if he can't buy booze or a breeze or weed." I lost myself in helping him get where he wanted to be in life. I endured daily emotional and verbal abuse. Psychological games that only he could win. Physical beat downs because "you were being annoying" or "you wouldn't look at me".

This isn't even scratching the surface. Im currently in a shelter for domestic violence victims. There are several balls rolling on housing and I'm trying to contact an uncle for help with a vehicle. I attend therapy once a week, which honestly doesn't feel like enough. I experience flash backs and dissociation. I'm remembering details that have been cloaked in fog for so long. A lot of my daily activity consists of trying not to intellectualize my trauma. I experience Intense physical reactions to thoughts of my husband or the slight chance we might run into each other in public. I've learned through group therapy with him, a pathetic attempt on his part to 'prove I'm the crazy one', that he fits into all the right categories to qualify as a narcissist. And his dark triad scores are particularly high. I've learned, also, that I cannot help him because there is intention to change or grow within him. I am his wife and he feels zero remorse or guilt or shame over physically, emotionally, verbally, and psychologically manipulating and abusing me. I have hours of audio. He says all of this himself. He's said he wishes death, famine, and disease on me and my family. (he's got an insane flair for the dramatic for attention obviously.) I have 2 daughters hes said he loves that are not his children.

I could go on and on and on. The abuse I've endured is heinous and hideous. I feel strong enough now to start putting it down on paper, in the form of poems and stories. But I am definitely going to start a digital journal. Typing is infinitely faster when I'm trauma dumping. Paper and pencil isn't a good medium for the cathartic, emotional release I absolutely need right now. I need to write almost as fast as I think so I'm going to get my laptop from my mom's house. when I put pencil to paper, I get irritated that I can't write fast enough! Ridiculous. So if I type out my internal monologue and memories and all that jazz, I'll feel better writing my poems and stories and haikus with my pencil/paper. The action of writing for the sake of writing is different than 'journaling' for me now.

Apparently I've suffered a big enough trauma that my 15 year writers block has lifted. Ha. I have no idea if anyone is going to read this and empathize or sympathize but if anyone does...I hope you haven't gone through this. If you have, then I am so fucking sorry. Idk why it happens but it's not your fault and you are worthy of love, acceptance, and happiness. You deserve all these things and more.

I have to stop for now. I am having trouble seeing. Cry time.

🧡allie

#narcissist #abuse recovery #narcissistic abuse #online journal #first post #domesticviolence #domesticabuse #recovery #youareworthy #youareloved #youarestrong

[amitapaul]

30/24c

#23GloPoWriMo

Year 2023 Month April Day 24

Prompt Dated 24/3/23

Response No : 1

Poem No : 30

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Featured Poem :

Our featured participant today is Quest for Whirled Peas, where the response to Day 23’s multi-part poem prompt has a lovely, haiku-like sense of present-ness :

I.

The sun and the wind and the rain

All play their part

We liked certain parts more than others

II.

Do you remember the signs

That warned of bears

And said, “stay in your car”?

We read them from our bikes

And laughed nervously

III.

The journey is the point

The destination only marks the end

IV.

One thing I’ve learned:

Riding down might be more fun,

But attaining the summit is victory!

V.

If not for our helmets

The freezing rain

On Sunwapta Pass

Would have really hurt!

( Brian Ens )

Poetry Resource :

Today, our daily resource is this very strange website that will write you a haiku based on your location. It seems to default to lower east side of Manhattan, but if you click the “locate me” link at the bottom left of the page, it will recenter someplace near you, and then serve you up a haiku. You can also drag the map around using your cursor, to recenter it on a new location.

Smelly old river

Cuckoo calling sweetly

From mango bough

Prompt :

And now for our (optional) prompt, taken once more from our archives. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the form of a review. But not a review of a book or a movie of a restaurant. Instead, I challenge you to write a poetic review of something that isn’t normally reviewed. For example, your mother-in-law, the moon, or the year you were ten years old.

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Poem Title :

Review of My Leftover Sliver of Bathsoap

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It is translucent and honey yellow

Not the best bathsoap I’ve ever used

But pleasant, smooth and fragrant,

It smells of patchouli and I think

I’ll be rather sorry when it finally disappears.

I had sent someone to buy some bathsoap for me

He put me through to the salesman because he couldn’t choose

“ We have a new line of organic soaps, Madam,

From the Khadi and Village Industries Cooperative

They are selling like hot cakes,” said the young man

Introduced to me over the phone as Ankit.

I asked him how many fragrances were available

He mentioned sandalwood, rose, lavender and patchouli

I’m not very sure why I chose patchouli but I did

And soon it arrived, wrapped in plain see through cellophane

With a small label - none of the thick fancy covers you find

On Lux with pictures of roses and pearls and a film star

Emerging from the soap suds in a jacuzzi or a hot tub

Or amid waterfalls or foaming waves on a tropical beach.

None of that, just simple soap, which doesn’t foam much,

In fact not at all, almost, and the scent is subtle- I like the fact

That it comes back to surprise you later, as well-

A sort of haunting memory of fragrance, not the thing itself.

I might try sandalwood next time. What do you think?

And yes, it won’t break the bank, far from it, even though

It is organic and fairly eco- friendly.

PS

The sliver I have left over will last me the week.

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Poet : Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia

Poem 30/24th Day

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[arzooooo]

aww @napworthysunbeam ty for tagging me 💗

nickname: so many people call me so many things! childhood friends call me gayu which is why I get a very warm nostalgic feeling when anyone calls me that, my parents call me choti si, babyloo, yoli, latta tendel (small coconut in tullu cause as a child I wanted to be an astronaut but couldn't pronounce it so I said I wanna be a coconut) all random sorts of variations, my best friend calls me gayuumi, etcetc. I love the concept of special nicknames special people call you

sign: Gemini

height: 5"4

lucky number: 7

last google search: painting kit cause my bf and I wanna paint my new tote bag

number of followers: I actually don't know cause I've never checked it or been curious

song stuck in head: a shitty love song by jye, my bf introduced me to it in the valentines playlist he made

amount of sleep: oscillates wildly depending on the day, if I've been out a lot of if I'm feeling low I sleep more

what are you wearing: I have such a watpad bad boy look rn... I didn't realize. It's black boots, black jeans, black leather jacket, white t back top

fav media: star trek, gilmore girls, the good place, everything ghibli, love jab we met, watch zindagi na milegi dobara like 6 times a year

fav song: changes constantly, but rn I'd say Somewhere a Judge by Hop Along, Curls by Bibio, White Morning by Seoul (can't pick!), also love Gulzar's lyrics about life (Dil Dhundta Hai, Tujse Naraz Nahi Zindagi)

fav instrument: hmm... I love classical Indian instruments... sitar.. veena.. sarod...

fav author: oh I love love ursula le guin I've almost finished earthsea but I love her scifi stuff more like the dispossessed and left hand of darkness, I love ted chiangs short stories also, in non fiction I like reading anthropology I've been reading David graeber

aesthetic: I love pastels, especially pink and green. I love heart shaped objects. Basically I love wholesome happy things, the sun shower streaming down between the leaves, cats lazing around, sparrows eating grains, pastel maxi dresses, windchimes, artworks by Agnes Martin and Kurt solmssen, for love and lemons, cinnamon rolls, I love anything that emphasizes the wonderful euphoria of daily living and the mundane aspects of life, japenese haiku from masters like Basho and Yosa Buson, japenese woodblock art

fav animal noise: we keep rice grains on our window for sparrows, so I guess sparrows chirping!

random: this one and a half year I've had free of academic and professional pressure because I've been placed have taught me so much about myself. I've had the chance to do things I wouldn't have otherwise. I colored my hair pink. I learned pottery. I traveled. I wrote a short story. I know better now who I am and what I enjoy. My ideal morning is exactly this: wake up early, have breakfast with my mom, take a shower while listening to my favorite indie mellow songs, do pottery, cook lunch, settle on the couch to watch gilmore girls while having lunch, go on a post lunch walk with dad to look at the building cats. All this puts me in such a good mood. But I know soon it's all going to go away. I'm going to enter the drudgery of corporate law firms. How will I feel my sense of individuality intact? How will I remain soft and sweet? How much of myself am I giving up to ensure I have a secure future?

#arzoo.speaks

[trustke]

Scummvm vita

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If you are using Windows, macOS or the Ubuntu Snap package, the autoupdater will assist you in updating to ScummVM 2.6.0.Īs always, thank you for your continuous support - happy adventuring! Jun 5, 2022: You can find all of this goodness available for a number of platforms on our downloads page.

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Are you able to escape from an alien-infested planet? What about challenging the Lord of the Dead in the Underworld? And have you ever explored the deepest depth of your psyche to see if you really know yourself? Nine newly supported games on 6 engines will plunge you into a variety of different settings. amazing.įree your mind for yet another ScummVM release! As always, please submit your bug reports to our issue tracker. To play the game with ScummVM, you will need a daily development build. Please contact us if you have a demo or any other release. We couldn't find a demo but there is a trailer. ScummVM currently supports the English release of the game (which is the only one we know about) and features more responsive controls than the original. Keep the body count rising to survive five territories by playing as each Soldier Boy (and Girl),īut beware and don’t waste a “friendly” since they provide vital survival information! He recruits six prison inmates serving life sentences for a chance at a full presidential pardon. Then, it’s up to Major Howard Toliver, ex-Marine and highly decorated Vietnam veteran, to gather a deadly team for the dangerous mission of rescuing her. The game starts when the daughter of an American billionaire is kidnapped by a group of Vietnamese terrorists. Released in 1997 by Hypnotix and published by DreamCatcher Interactive and MCPA Interactive, this full-motion rail shooter is based on the 1995 film of the same name. Soldier Boyz is the newest supported game of the Hypno engine, and it’s ready for public testing!

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[haiku-kun]

✧𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑢-𝑘𝑢𝑛✧

› Name: Haruki Katou. › Nickname: Haiku. His nickname is a gift from Mikey, which is Haruki's classmate. In literature, Haiku is a is a form of poetry originally from Japan, made of short, unrhymed lines that evoke natural imagery. But this simple word has a nice backstory. When Haruki and Mikey started middle school, they didn't know eachother and honestly they didn't show any interest in being friends. But one day, a few months after their first meeting, Mikey was deeply asleep in class and a teacher caught him. So, to prove the student was sleeping, the teacher asked him what were they talking about and Haruki quietly suggested Mikey the right answer: "Haiku". That was the beginning of their friendship. › Height: 172 cm. › Weight: 58 Kg. › Birthday: February 24, 1991 (Pisces). › Blood type: 0+. › Image color: Crimson red. › Likes: White chocolate, mistery/crime novels, the smell of wet paint, rainy days. › Dislikes: Spicy food, no-smoking areas, arrogance, loud people, crowded places. › Special skill: Does "being a gang member and the son of a police inspector at the same time" count as a special skill? No? Ok, then he's a pretty good graffiti artist. › Respected/Admired person: Edogawa Ranpo (and Mitsuya Takashi but he will never admit it). › Disliked/Feared person: His father, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji. › Dream: Become a mistery and thriller book writer. But he would love to write a book about Toman, too. › Favorite spot: The Shibuya Sky Observatory, especially at late night. He uses to pay (sometimes in money, sometimes in cigarettes) the night watchman to break in when it's closed to visitors. › His heroic story (or failure story): He suddenly customized his Yonkyo, one of the basic pinning techniques of Aikido, while fighting a pickpocket who stole his wallet. Haiku was so upset that his self-defence techniques became a painful weapon and he severely injured his opponent's radial nerve. › A daily activity of a certain day (from morning till bedtime): He wakes up late. He runs as fast as he can to school, eating breakfast along the way. He arrives just in time, but he's breathless and so tired he can't understand a single word the teacher says. Mikey is already "charging" (sleeping), so he makes sure nobody accidentally wakes him up or he will be in a really bad mood. It's "Tuesday's math test" but he totally forgot to study: he quietly panics, he loudly curses (and he is scolded by his teacher for that), he prays some mathematicians deities, then he tries his best to pass the test. Mikey wakes up during the exam and he's hungry and grumpy, so Haiku tries to calm him down while panicking again on the math test. He has lunch with Mikey (before he starts "charging" again), then he leaves him to Draken and runs home. He texts Mitsuya to ask him about his day, he's happy because Takashi is reading the book he recommended, but he's so tired he falls asleep while commenting the last chapter. He wakes up in the middle of the night and remembers his homework, so he studies 'till dawn. He wakes up late again.

More about him:

› Haiku is bisexual and biromantic. As an adolescent, he's confused and unsure about his sexual orientation, he tries to hide his interest in men and never talk about it. He's scary of his father's reaction and he doesn't want to be rejected by his friends, so he doesn't tell a soul about his male crushes. Anyway, the smartest Toman members figured it out a long time ago. As an adult (in almost every future timeline) he is more confident and officially came out as a bisexual young man.

› His father, Hideaki Katou, is a police inspector. He's a very strict, controlling, traditional and harsh man, with his personal idea of justice and discipline. He's merciless with his son and wife, psychologically, verbally and physically violent, and the reason why Haiku's mother is so fragile. They divorced when Haiku was 13 but Hideaki used his influence to force his son to spend half of each week with him, away from his mother, so he can "make him a real man and an honest citizen". In these days, Haiku is always tense and in a really bad mood, since he's scared as hell of his dad, and avoids Toman's activities. Hideaki Katou and Hinata Tachibana's father are co-workers, that's why Haiku is extremely cautious around her.

› Haiku secretly joined the Toman to spite his father.

› His mother, Yoshino Katou, is a very kind and sweet woman, but she's psychologically fragile and, unfortunately, she's into drugs. Haiku takes care of her and tries his best to help and protect her. She changed three or four boyfriends since her divorce, but her relationships have been too often toxic and abusive.

› He shares his first name with Pah-chin. When they discovered this detail, they shared a beer and a fast-food dinner, looking for other common traits. They're in good terms.

› Haiku is in the 2nd Division, under Mitsuya's and Hakkai's charge. He truly and deeply respects Mitsuya, his commands are commandments to him. But he seems to not appreciate Hakkai as well (maybe he's jus a bit -a lot- jealous).

› In most of future timelines he owns a library and he's writing his debut novel. In others, he's a smuggler. In "Bonten" timeline he's a...smuggler librarian.

› He smoked his first cigarette when he was 13. Since then, he never quit smoking.

› His motorcycle is a red and white Suzuki Marauder GZ 125. He stole it from one of his mother's ex-boyfriends.

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[fenix7263]

Haiku 01/20/2020

Love is the only

Answer to mankind’s problems.

Signed by, MLK.

#haiku #almost daily haiku #366in2020 #poem #poet #poetry #daily senryu #daily poem #daily haiku #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #spilled poetry #spilled ink #martin luther king

[windorhaikus]

19.01.02 Money

There's something we need.

To exist in this weird world

We all need money.

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[salovie]

it would be easy:

take your hand, let you lead me,

follow you to dreams

#poetry #spilled ink #haiku #senryu #elitewritingchallenge #nyxsfamily #daily haiku #inspired by c #prompt #: escape #I almost fell asleep in my 2 year old’s bed while trying to write a poem for tonight #she’s snoozing right next to me rn 😴 #and i’m so tired and jealous

[kyraaaaa]

Live life on the edge

Leave home without a charger

Phone at one percent

#haiku #about me #daily haiku #my phone is almost dead

[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Madara's realistic headcanons

I wasn't sure if people are ready for my realistic headcanons, but finally I just did it. Just in case it's not for everyone.

trigger warning : Involve suicidal thoughts, depression, violence to women and children, panic attack, eroticization of pain, self-hate.

From the time Madara was born Uchiha clan was not anymore a wealthy family. Because of instability, farmers fled combat zone, The lands they owned had become wilderness. Yet they kept their prestige among population and their children still received an education similar to noble family.

He suffered from malnutrition in his childhood, and starved himself to give food to his brothers but thanks to his good stamina it didn't really affect his physical abilities during his youth.

His hair cut, short in front and longer in the back is a result of heavy use of katon which literally burning his locks. But it's part of his charm.

He wore gloves for the same reason, fire makes his skin getting softer and sensitive.

He always has this slightly burning smell on him and all his clothes. It doesn't matter the number of shower or washing machines.

His long mane was not originally for aesthetic purpose, but just carelessness, then an excuse to hide his face and emotions, and finally his trade mark. People were wondering how strong or/and crazy he was to keep such long hair while it was not suitable during a fight. it can be set on fire, wedge in his armour, catch by an opponent...

He was almost blind up to Izuna's death. He expanded greatly his sensorial skills because he needed to rely on it daily.

His insomnia came from overthinking and fear of failure. He rarely sleeps more than 3 hours per night, He occasionally does micro nap (10 min max) during the day.

During his insomnia phases, and if the moon is full to avoid using candles, he read a lot of ancient philosophy, history, military strategy from Uchihas library.

He never married, never had a serious relationship. He had romantic view on someone now and then, but he never pursued it actively. Wars, fear of loosing again someone dear. Plus, he was convinced that his life as shinobi will be short, out of question to leave behind him widow and orphans.

This being said, let's be honest a man with such level of testosterone won't stay virgin all his life. And it's a common knowledge next to any military camp there is always prostitutes. He did his business in total discretion, to the point his clan questioned his orientation. He was a loyal client but cold and distant, ruthless during act, even after years of visiting the same persons.

Like many shinobis, he occasionally was subject of panic attacks. When he felt the symptoms coming, palpitations, pain in his chest ect... he always found a way to isolate himself. His triggers were always fear of loosing people he loves, fear of loosing control of himself, fear of not reaching his objectives. He hated himself when it happens.

He can be very rude and harsh to people. But what he said to others is half as hard he criticise himself daily.

90% of his schedule out of missions or fights were training. His dedication is obsessional.

10% left, during days of celebration, he is pretty good at calligraphy and writing haiku. Because he's a shinobi, he is specialized in death poems that warriors write before going to an important battle. But he burns them as soon as he comes back home. Doesn't want anyone to know about his poetic side at least when he's still alive.

After so many years of receiving punches, his tolerance to pain was extremely high which could be a problem sometimes, while fighting and high by adrenaline he often didn't realise how serious were his wounds.

Considering the number of battles he has been involved his body is covered with scars more or less ugly. And I'm sorry to say it, but I'm sure his face has not been preserved intact. He was kind of reckless during fight and didn't care about his physical appearance.

Paradoxically while he genuinely want to cease war, he find an erotic attraction in fight to death. Like people attracts to extreme sport, he feels the more alive when risking his own.

The reason why there is almost no uchihas kunoichi is practical. They want to preserve their bloodline and a female dead in battlefield is a loss for the future of the clan since they don't married outside their clan. Men would in rare situation when there is no women available but never female uchihas.

They have a practice close to what did Rajput warrior caste in India called Jauhâr , if enemies attack uchihas basement and battle is definitely lost, women of honour are expected to do self-immolation with their children rather than being kidnap, rape or put into slavery.

Like Naruto /Sasuke fight, the valley of the End left him with irreversible wounds, like chronic pains. And probably as well for Hashirama too maybe a slow down to his regenerative cells.

After the valley of the end, it was symbolically the death of his previous life as an uchiha. But he partially lived in his cave. He might occasionally travel undercover to look for informations, and food. It's only after Hashirama's death. He entirely took an ascetic lifestyle, denied of any pleasure, reduce to minimal for surviving. There was nothing anymore who could attached him from this physical world aside his plan. He let the white zetsus doing the main job as spy.

Without Gedo statute he would probably have die before his 40 of general exhaustion. There is always a price to pay when someone burns with such feral intensity his vital energy, submit himself to extreme training since childhood, fighting, lack of sleep, stress, depression. (Itachi can talk about it !)

During his fifty years retreat in the cave when he was not studying for his Moon plan spend 50% of the time within his genjutsu, rewatching endlessly the same memories with Izuna, Hashirama, deceased people he missed from Uchiha clan. And the older he gets, the longer he spend into his illusion. Kind of like an opium addiction.

Mentally he stops ageing at the time Izuna died, around 25. Exactly the appearance he looks when he put Obito into his illusion.

After decades of not seeing Rinnegan appearing he was almost in the verge of giving up the plan of the moon. Black Zetsu was paradoxically the one who save his life many time and put him back in track.

He is not the type to consciously commit suicide, but rather putting himself in suicidal situations like attacking alone an army or neglecting his health. In the cave, he put himself so deeply into his genjutsu that many time he forgot to control his chakra and if black zetsu didn't wake him up he would had just die inside his dream.

And if you want to read more about my Madara's analysis follow me in my main page here

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