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crazysencenobsessionistpx1ya · 2 months

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sudden urge to write a poem about F1 and cars- is that normal? like you cannot tell me that cars are not hot- like look at beauty- Hamilton be a lucky man-

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WHERE MY F1 GURLIES ATTT?!?!?

#formula 1 #race cars #poem possiblities #f1 #formula one #cars #sexy cars #mercedes

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morepeachyogurt · 2 years

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chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’

#chen chen #when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities #poetry #poems #quotes #exerpts #words #1k #5k #10k #15k #30k

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lover-of-mine · 2 months

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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months

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Chen Chen "Elegy;" When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities // art: uknown quote: Fyodor Dostoeyevsky The Brothers Karamazov // Bianca Sparacino // Ursula Le Guin "Dragonfly;" Tales from Earthsea // pinterest // Honey Boy (2019) dir. Alma Har'el // @wuntrum

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cultof-aphrodite · 1 year

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Joy Harjo “Perhaps the World Ends Here”

#possibly my favorite poem ever #poetry #joy harjo #perhaps the world ends here #follow me on instagram @orangeblossom

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genderkoolaid · 2 months

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my grandma just told me a story abt how her brother in law woke up one morning to a man sleeping on their couch, because their neighborhood left doors unlocked regularly & unhoused people would use that as an opportunity to find a safe place to sleep for the night. and like obv i can understand why thats scary crime exists etc etc but also like. its insane to me how our society trains us to view it as "scary bad stranger man invading!!!!!" and not "my neighbor who didn't want to have to sleep on a bench in the cold where anyone, such as a cop, could harass or hurt them, possibly with the law on their side, and be completely exposed to the elements." like who can fucking blame them. its hard to say how you would react in a situation you haven't ever encountered but my first thought hearing this was to ask if he was okay or if he wanted something to eat. and then i realized there are a lot of people who would tell this story indistinguishably from "i saw a huge gross spider in the bathroom so i hit with a book until it stopped moving!!!!!"

#to be clear i am Also against violent spider murder whenever possible!!!!!!!#insects are ur neighbors too etc etc remove safely when u can #smth smth that poem about god please dont let someone kill me for the crime of being small #m.

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blaithnne · 4 months

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My daughter’s new pet is half deer, half fox. They tumble over each other, racing through the valley, their rhythm imperfect, she is human after all. Half human, half something I can’t quite recall,

I don’t know him well, his fur is soft and smooth. Little antlers, tiny twigs on his brow. Hoofs like black pinpricks, needles through fabric. At night he howls at nothing, he doesn’t quite know why.

His fur is soft and smooth , morning snow, untrampled, unbothered. Black spots speckled by the bane of his tail, an old scar from something he can’t quite recall.

I don’t know him very well. He runs an endless trail past the river with my daughter, in two step tandem, they’ve learned to act as one. Half human, half deerfox, half nothing at all.

He looks at me, sometimes, with ink black misty eyes. He licks my hand, leans his head on my palm, as if the weight of the world is held by the little twigs on his brow.

I am so far away from home, he says. I will never see my mother again. She is so far away, I am here. I am all that there is, , anywhere, of me.

You understand me, he says. We’re the same, brothers. Half deer, half fox. Half human, half something you can’t quite recall.

We walk in two step tandem, Two parallel lines that touch without knowing. We have never met. We have known each other our whole lives.

We’re the same, like brothers, he says. You understand , he says, and I don’t know why but I do.

I can’t recall. The ' something I’m missing. The bridge between me, and all that there is.

I am all I can’t recall. I am the tear left unstitched. Half human, half nothing, nothing at all.

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votive · 1 year

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— Chen Chen, Ode to My Envy

excerpts from: When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

#poetry #art #literature #quotes #words #poem #dark academia #chen chen #when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities #votivum

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maxcuntstappen · 4 months

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Daniel Ricciardo + certain stanzas from David Levithan's 'the day'

F1 Web Weaves

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fuckingwhateverdude · 4 months

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@nosebleedclub / dec. #29

#spoke ab this in therapy recently #olivias defining characteristic is that she doesnt need anybody #(how could this possibly go wrong)#my writing #my writing tag #poetry #original poem #spilled ink #nosebleed club #nosebleedclub #mental illness #vent writing #social isolation #pathological liars

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keepthemacramesecret · 9 months

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'The world is big enough for us. No ghosts need apply.' is such a good line youd think its from one of those 75k fics with all lowercase titles but its not its from The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire (1924, Arthur Conan Doyle) in the middle of a scene where sherlock holmes and dr watson are unironically debating the existence of vampires

#acd holmes #a #possibly this is bc im skimming this story while my spouse is reading snippets of siken poems to me #but im right its a wierdly poetic line #honorific ofc

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lxvenderjewel · 1 month

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my dear, my perfect darling my love, my one and only my yellow tulip. i have picked up a small case, watson.

what is it?

i’m buying you some diphylleia. something trivial, nothing to interest you. i’ll be going out to look at some flowers.

what for, holmes?

i hold you in my deepest mauve carnations. i believe i will find some clues there.

why haven’t i heard of this case?

it doesn’t exist i am lying i am making you a a mulberry i didn’t think it would interest you, watson.

hmm. well, you must tell me about it later.

i cannot you would hate me i cannot bear that a daffodil. of course.

what particularly about flowers?

shit shit shit shit a purple hyacinth. flower language.

hmm.

he knows he knows he cannot know how would he clovenlip toadflax. mm. i will see you.

don’t be late for dinner.

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alaritheaurora · 30 days

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I started a sketch when I watched the first episode of his minecraft series and decided to finish it. I love the cherry biome, and his house and little bridge is really cute, so I figured it was a good excuse to practice backgrounds and also having people in scenes.

#rtgame #rtumblr #rtgamecrowd #rtgame fanart #my art #minecraft #its crazy how happy i am that he's just playing minecraft #like he's not rushing to get the best armor or banking on a villager hall #he's just exploring #and it's AWESOME #I love how obsessed he is with mapping everything #and his house is adorable #he gives off the vibes that he's some young apprentice wizard deciding to map out and explore the new world #It's so refreshing to see someone play minecraft like an exploration game and not a mission to get everything as quick as possible #He took time to read the end poem #daniel rtgame

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oflights · 9 months

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wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

#wip snip #drarry #drarry wip #drarry fic #time travel fic #so the working title of this (subject to change ofc though i like to have titles set early) is the star splitter #which is about a guy who burns his pastoral farmer life down to get a telescope to figure out his 'place among the infinities'#it's probably my second favorite frost poem tbh #draco burning his life down to rethread the universe for young harry seems very appropriate to me #anyway #i'm going to have to pause this fic somewhat soon to work on a fest fic #trying to get as much done as i possibly can because i love it so much already !!!

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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months

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Hey. Can I request a web weave about thinking you're not someone people can love? Thank you. Take care.

-if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am.

i hope this is what you were looking for !!

Sue Zhao / Fatima Aamer Bilal my heart has claws / Julien Baker Funeral Pyre / pinterest / Chen Chen Nature Poem; When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities / Silas Denver Melvin Love as an Act of Merciful Conquer (via @sweatermuppet) / pinterest / Clarice Lispector The Stream of Life / Jane Austen

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queerstudiesnatural · 6 months

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iconic gilmore girls rorydean "because i love you, you idiot! 😩" scene except it's dean and cas post empty rescue having an argument, and cas says he's leaving the bunker for a while because he needs some space, and dean goes after him and asks cas to stop as he's about to get into his truck, and cas goes why?? with his usual passive aggressive snark, and dean goes "because i love you, asshole!!! 😠" and they both pause for a second and then crash into each other and fall into a big pile of limbs on the garage floor

#rain posts #idk why in all of my fics and poems dean is always super sweet to cas when he confesses his love #when in reality i do think he does it while yelling and possibly insulting or hitting cas in the process #it's okay though cas doesn't mind violence is how they express love they're a bit fucked up like that #destiel #gilmoregirlsnatural

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