#poetry about stars

[dandelionsinthepavement]

a certain kind of smile (unforgotten days)

there's a certain look in their eyes as they look at you, A softness in their voice A stillness of their mind, A gentle feeling in their heart. A warmth that envelops them.

there was a feeling. It's long burnt out. A feeling of freedom, Of the warm glow of the sun, The pink tulips that grow in boxes, Bike rides through paths that lead nowhere, It's a feeling of peace, of safety, Of warmth.

The way they looked at you, It was that feeling. The affection that laced their very being.

Now it's empty. As empty as the promises they made. As empty as the jar of stars, they said they'd collect one day. The stars are still scattered in the sky. And that warmth left long ago.

You wonder if it will leave when winter passes.

You wonder if they will love you when the sun rises.

There was a certain kind of day, a certain kind of love, now there's a night. a cold, endless night.

The stars are just as pretty, but they no longer smile back at you.

#orginal poetry #poetry #poem #beginner poetry #poems on tumblr #original work #sad poetry #creative writing #spilled poetry #poems and quotes #poetry about stars #stars #poetry about love #poetry abour old lovers #contemporary poetry #love poetry #bittersweet #memories #soft affectionate touches turned cold ghostly hands that linger where they last met your skin. #Sorry this is bad #i said i wouldnt post a lot and then posted this without proofreading it #lolzers #poets on tumblr #original poetry #poetic #poems #poems and poetry

[carehouse18]

twinkle around my wrists

i want to eat the stars

consume their cores and melt their fires into beads.

i want to gather the beads and weave them together with cord

and carry them around my wrists.

i want to fidget with the stars, feel them warm

my cold heart as i stumble

and feel the weight of them to ground me

to a planet they outshone.

i want to be burned so kindly by

something i choose, instead of being scarred

by blindsides and fists on counters

because i am so over it.

i want to be selfish just this once

and feel them twinkle around my wrists,

so that one day, before a slice becomes a scar,

i’ll be able to unleash the stars.

#stars #poetry #poetry about trauma #poetry about stars #control #lack of control #there’s one rhyme but it was an accident

[glasswingedscribe]

Rings, Earrings

I look into the abyssal and call for Your name, My only one I cannot see in the night sky.

Heart swells and pours its nectar on petals of purée of pure love and tears. That is Moonie…

Days waves on and nights flow through the late Clouds of My mind; loss can’t explain my yearning for you neither is longing. If I would to explain my soul,

Every stanza would be filled with Your name and Your name only My dear

From far away You see me. From far away you clench your hands at me.

Does it feel… hard? Lonely? Do you feel that your hands are calling me?

No one would understand us, Me and You.

Though I may fade way and You soon after.

I am a piece of You.

#poetry #poems #poetry community #poetry about stars

[thenegoteator]

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- 'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop

you ever think about how after everything Ahsoka told Vader "I'm not leaving you" and it wasn't enough

#ahsoka #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #swr #tcw #xuserann #my art #going FERAL about these two again actually #and about poetry. #something something about losing. and leaving. and being left. and coming back too late. #imagine ahsoka hearing how vader died. #padme and luke both said 'there's still good in him' and ahsoka KNEW that and yet he would not show it to her. #i'm chewing drywall

[dontforgetaboutgeorgie]

a small excerpt from my most recent love story. a tender take on butch4femme love

#butch4femme #lesbian #dyke #butch #femme #mine #spilled ink #spilled words #sapphic #dyke poetry #butch writer #love #for my star #I know that its “to be carved from” dont come for me #its like this on purpose #also istg if the straights make this about themselves

[lxvenderjewel]

stars

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

it’s much more likely that it was you

sparkling even in smothering dark

even i could shine if i was next to you

we’re like the moon and sun

i’m only there because you are too

but you don’t need me to be yourself

and when i’m the moon, i rarely get to see you

we’re like light and a black hole

you glow in so many shades of blue

but of course, i suck it all up

and leave you without a clue

why do you look at me like i hung the stars?

don’t you know i hung them for you?

#good omens #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #poetry #do i even write about anythng else #vanny writes poems and songs for her own enjoyment #stars #moon #sun #space #my teacher read this one out loud today #i almost died of embarrassment #like 😭😭😭

[girlmartok]

The Left Hand of Destiny / The Hand of Kahless / Torn edge (tajpe' yabmey) / TNG: 3.17, 4.07, 5.10, 7.13, 7.21 / DS9: 4.08, 4.14, 5.15, 6.26 - insp

#worf #martok #jadzia dax #k'ehleyr #alexander rozhenko #tng #ds9 #tngedit #ds9edit #trekedit #star trek #klingon poetry #the left hand of destiny #the hand of kahless #star trek deep space nine #star trek the next generation #startrekdaily #* #i'm normal about him i swear

[blue-likethebird]

Jacen hearing the lightsabers clashing when Hera can’t. Ezra hearing the purgil calls when the rest of the ghost crew couldn’t hear anything. Do u see my vision

#bluebird.txt #I’m insane about Star Wars rebels still sorry #ezra bridger #jacen syndulla #hera syndulla #something something ​it’s like poetry it rhymes #if the series ends with anyone other than Ezra training Jacen I’m fighting filoni myself #star wars rebels

[cassiopoet]

The Fear

“I am afraid I will love you forever

and we will never be in the same room again.”

- The Fear, Clementine von Radics

illustrated by me

4/6/24

#poetry #poetic #clementine von radics #poem #the goldfinch #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius and regulus #wolfstar #remus x sirius #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #dead poets society #illustration #illustrative art #stars #original illustration #my first time posting any of my rabbit illustrations!! #i have a bunch #they’re really fun to draw #traditional art #the art was digitally scanned #love #a little something about love #heartbreak

[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Boba Fett 🤝 Sabine Wren 🤝 Din Djarin

Going through an unbelievably traumatic past, losing your family, getting cast out, throwing yourself into bounty hunting, but ultimately finding a new family and choosing to be good and kind despite everything

#boba fett #sabine wren #din djarin #the book of boba fett #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #was thinking about what little boba went through in clone wars (sent to prison? with hardened grown men? at 11??!?) #and that linked to thinking about sabine (all that stuff that happened with the duchess and the acedemy? yeah. she was like 14) #aaaannd that led to din (little din losing his family at like 7?) #and yeah it hardened them. they all ended up bounty hunters on their own (for a while) #but they found family and friends and they care? poetry. it’s poetry

[emry-stars-art]

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.)

#handsssssssssssss #drawing them in that order in my sketchbook made me realize it was like #a timeline of abram (and Andrew’s) comfort #they are so so special to me TT #they’re so rough and mean and wary bc they have to be #but it can never be overstated #how soft they can be for each other #you know what I mean #do you read me on this one #i feel like that one post #‘i can’t make poetry out of that. you can do it yourself #look right there. it’s on the ceiling’ #(the glow in the dark star painted over in landlord white in the Airbnb or whatever) #I’m about to chicken out of posting this one #and it’s not even posting it it’s going into drafts rn #augh whatever. I’ll be back #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #tw scars

[northstarscowboyhat]

How did Starlo and Ceroba begin dating in your AU Would there be any conflict because of Cerobas last marriage ending so tragically?

First off, anon thank you for giving me an excuse to gush about Staroba. They have taken a hold of 95% of my brain. This might be a bit of a ramble, but I will gladly share my thoughts on them!

So before Clover arrives in the Underground, I imagine anything romantic between the both of them was kind of out of the question. I HC Starlo is still pining for Ceroba years later, but he's pretty discreet about it. That's his best friend, and she's recently lost her husband and daughter. He's going to be there for her emotionally, but he's not about to complicate things by pursuing his feelings. I imagine even if he hasn't really moved on from her, he's resigned to the fact that it'll only remain as pining from afar.

Meanwhile, on Ceroba's end, she isn't really thinking about romance. She's very much wallowing in her own grief and misery, so to her, Starlo is the only person she has left in her life, but he's just her best friend. There may be some feelings beginning to build, with living with Starlo and spending so much time with him, but nothing she really actively thinks about. She's too consumed by the terrible situation and struggles she's neck deep in.

It isn't until Clover comes around and chooses to stay in the Underground that things change. I HC that Clover chooses to live with Ceroba after the Pacifist ending. Starlo and the gang cleaned up her house anyways, so why not live in it again and make better memories? Because Ceroba's house is close to the Wild East, Starlo visits a lot, not just for Clover but for Ceroba too. Now that they're both working on their own issues and moving on, becoming healthier people, they're able to properly hang out and emotionally support one another and enjoy each other's company in a way they haven't for a few years. This is where Starlo's feelings really kick into high gear, and it's gotten to the point that everyone in their family and friend group notices.

("Dude, you like, totally wanna marry her," Mooch says, hardly bothering to contain her smug smirk. Starlo yanks on the brim of his hat to conceal his reddening face and begs her to keep her voice down, lest Ceroba hear it from across the bar counter.)

Though Ceroba is a lot more subtle about it, this is where her feelings begin to grow too. She realizes that Starlo has always been there for her, even if his actions weren't always the right ones his intentions have always been focused on doing things for her sake, and that she wants him around, maybe more than just a best friend. It gets to the point that the house feels lonely whenever he leaves from a visit. It probably takes a lot of internal strife and struggle to reconcile with her feelings. Letting another partner into her life after she's mourned her first husband is a massive and frightening step to take, after all. She knows Chujin would want her to be happy and live her life to the fullest after he's gone, but it's still a lot to take in.

I imagine once a few months pass, with encouragement from Starlo's friends ("C'mon boss, Clover calls you Pa and Ceroba Ma, you two are practically already raising them together!"), he tries to confess his feelings to Ceroba. He probably fumbles it a few times; not just because he's still shy and awkward under the sheriff persona, but because he really doesn't want to ruin his relationship with her, nor hurt her after everything she's been through. Ceroba, of course, notices this. Probably after the second or third bumbling attempt of him trying to tell her in privacy how he feels, she gently cuts him off and comes out and says it; she reciprocates his feelings, and she would love to start a new chapter of her life with him.

Thus, they begin dating! Everyone's happy for them, especially Clover and the Feisty Four, who has been privy to all of their subtle and not so subtle flirting and obvious pining. Starlo and Ceroba were already raising Clover together, but now it becomes a lot more overt. After they date for a while, Ceroba invites Starlo to move in so he can spend more time with her and Clover and be a proper family. He does so, gladly - though he probably does shed a tear or two moving out from the house he shared with his posse.

#undertale yellow #north star #ceroba #staroba #starlo uty #ceroba uty #the cowboy hat yodels #Lucky Clover AU #starlo x ceroba #This is cringe but I am free. Hello I'm NSCowboyHat and I will take any excuse to wax poetry about my OTP #Props to you if you read this novel I have so so SO many thoughts about Staroba #They are drenched in tragedy but I need for them to be happy despite it all

[cerise-on-top]

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Valeria, Graves, König, and Soap (separately) who has a s/o who's into poetry?

like maybe they're a poet or a librarian or something.

bonus points for a silly little cozy aesthetic dressed s/o :33

MANY HUGSSSS

-☁️

(CLOUD ANON)

Hello again! Welcome back! I'm glad my silly writings are enjoyable to people! I wrote it so Reader is a librarian and writes poetry both, in most of these! I think I forgot for Soap! I hope these are good enough! Thank you very much for the request! ^^

Soap, Valeria, Graves, König with an S/O who likes Poetry

Soap: While he may have read some poetry throughout his life, but only because he was forced to at school, he doesn’t care for literature like that in the slightest. Sure, he can understand some metaphors and some messages a piece of writing might try to convey, but he won’t go out of his way to buy himself an anthology of William Blake. He doesn’t have the time to read, and he doesn’t really want to either, he’d much rather go outside and take a hike. However, once you come up to him with one of your poems in hand, he’s more than happy to sit down and read through it. The way the language flows, the way the words intertwine with each other and form something unmistakably beautiful, it has him in a chokehold after a while. He’ll always cheer you on, quietly, while writing and read everything that you put on paper. While he might not be the best at giving criticism, he can use his words to reassure you that your writing is, indeed, the bomb. If you ever release your works then you can be certain he’ll be the first to buy a copy of the book, maybe even several because he loves and supports you that much. He loves the cozy aesthetic you have. Beige cardigans with either matching trousers or skirts. If you’re roughly the same size then let him borrow one of your cardigans, he wants to feel for himself how warm and cozy they are. It’s not usually his style, but trying them on won’t kill him. He actually also kind of likes it when you send him pictures of you drinking tea or coffee with a book on the table. It’s, as mentioned, very cozy, very comforting. You’re living your best life, you’re happy and thriving, and that’s all that matters to him.

Valeria: Unlike Soap, she has picked up books after school. The only poem she has read after school was the Divine Comedy by Alighieri since it sounded interesting to her at the time. She never finished it, though, having become far too busy with the military and, afterwards, the cartel. She doesn’t particularly miss reading either, though. Maybe sometimes, when she just wants to have a nice and quiet day, she might pick up a book she found just lying around, but that book could contain just about anything. While she might not always have the time to read your poetry, it will likely be sitting on her desk for a few days before she can read it, she will visit you at your library. It’s calm there, it’s quiet, and likely not a place anyone would suspect someone of her caliber to be. While she might not particularly be there for the books, you could read her some poetry every once in a while. Doesn’t have to be at the library either, you could just check out a book and read to her at home. She can appreciate something like that, you spending time with her, reading your favorite poem in a soft, almost mellow, voice. She gets to see you happy, after all, and that’s what she’s usually striving for. Even if that library isn’t doing too well, she’ll always make sure that it’s up and running because you love your job as much as you do. She, too, likes your aesthetic. It’s fairly neutral, it doesn’t stand out too much. While it might be a bit boring to her occasionally, since you likely would look just as lovely in something a bit more flashy, she won’t tell you to dress you any differently. In fact, she might instigate you a bit and egg you on by buying you expensive coffee beans or expensive hand made tea. The most aesthetically pleasing tea pots and cups will be yours, in this case you won’t even need to ask her.

Graves: Graves has not picked up many books after school either. The occasional book on business and history, yes, but nothing that was written lyrically. It never interested him, he had to analyze poems at school and that was the start of his disdain for poetry. He never did well with writing down what a specific metaphor might mean, so he never got any good grades on that. At first, he won’t be very happy to see you’ve brought him a poem, even if it was written by you, but he won’t complain, he’ll read it and give you honest criticism. He’s better with constructive criticism than Soap because he can still see the poem’s flaws while being nice and uplifting about it so you can do better next time. It likely won’t ignite a spark for poetry in him, but he has a soft spot for you, so he’ll read anything you want him to see. On the off-chance he has time to visit you, he will. While he might not be as quiet as Valeria, he tries, but he just really wants to converse with you. He doesn’t get to see you often, so it wouldn’t be too unlikely for him to waltz up to your library in his gear either. He tries not to scare the people, but it doesn’t always work. Tries to convince you to go home early with him so you can pay attention to him instead of burying your nose in some books. It doesn’t work, but hey, an attempt has been made. He really digs that entire cozy aesthetic. You look warm, you look soft, you look like you want and need a good hug from him. He’s a very touchy person in general, but that goes up by 100% since he likes the feeling of your cardigan, it’s made of wonderful fabric. If you’re more of a coffee drinker, like he is, then you can drink some coffee at a lovely cafe together, he knows plenty of nice and calm places. Tea, too, but you’ll be alone in that endeavor since he’s a coffee drinker first and a human second. Send him some cute pics of you, though, he’ll appreciate them after a mission and tell you how good you look.

König: He sort of likes poetry, actually. While he hasn’t read enough to actually have a favorite, he likes the way it sounds when read, either out loud or in your head. While he, by no means, could ever write a poem himself, English or German, he does like to read some every once in a while. He has an anthology at home he never got around to finishing. It’s a calming hobby. However, he finds himself with a favorite poet once you show him your writing. He’s very supportive of you, asking you fairly often about your progress and how you’re doing, answering any and all questions you might have that might bring you some inspiration. Whenever he writes it’s somewhat dry, mostly because he’s used to writing reports these days and nothing else, so seeing your flowery, beautiful language makes him smile a bit. It makes him imagine the scenery very vividly, even if you don’t specify too much of your setting. He, too, will come visit you at work when he can, but he won’t make a ruckus. If he can talk to you, that’s fine, if he can help you sort some books, he’d love to, but if you just want to do your work in quiet, then he’ll grab himself a nice book and sit down quietly until you have time for him again. Might ask you some questions regarding some books, might ask you for some recommendations as well, but he respects your want for quiet. He also really likes your aesthetic, it’s such a contrast to what he’s used to. You don’t look like you’re fighting wars, you look as though you sit down at a park bench during late spring or early autumn to read some books, and he thinks that’s very nice. If you want to, then the two of you can sit together in silence while you’re reading some poetry and he’s reading the Schachnovelle. He’s more than happy to tell you about what he read or listen to you reading some of the poetry out loud as well. It’s nice, it’s calming. It’s so far away from what he normally does at his job, he could fall asleep to the comfort of it all. If you’re reading at home, he might put his head in your lap and just take a nap.

#cod #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #könig #konig #könig x reader #konig x reader #I used to write poetry back in high school and I always loved reading it #I remember going for a cozy aesthetic like that when I was hospitalized as well haha #drinking some tea while reading one of my Arsene Lupin books was actually just the best thing ever #I should really start reading some of my books again I have so many classics I never really touched which is a bit sad #I remember getting into poetry because of dmcv due to the character v #I never regretted it and I still think about that one poem from time to time #“I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe” “that made my love so high and me so low” #I have read that entire poem but it's been years since then #I was really into DMC V when it came out like four or five years ago or so haha

[thresholdbb]

Can we talk about The Dying Swan moment in Coda? As someone who was once a very serious ballerina, I need to talk about the Dying Swan. Here's your context --

CHAKOTAY: Harry's clarinet solo was okay. I could have done without Tuvok's reading of Vulcan poetry. But the highlight of the evening was definitely Kathryn Janeway portraying the Dying Swan. JANEWAY: I learned that dance when I was six years old. I assure you, it was the hit of the Beginning Ballet class.

Have you seen The Dying Swan? It is dramatic.

Here, take a minute:

First of all, this dance is much too advanced for a six-year-old, even if they’re doing it in demi pointe. (Six-year-olds emphatically should not be in pointe shoes btw.) The dance is almost entirely bourees and arm movements done to very subtle musical cues, not the foundational ballet moves typically taught in Beginning Ballet.

This is a very vulnerable, dramatic dance that is effective because of its subtleties. The performer would need to embody that vulnerability in some way for a convincing performance. It's short, but it's a solo piece -- all eyes on you. I mean, it was choreographed for a prima ballerina, BUT THAT'S NOT MY POINT

Can you imagine our unflappable Captain Janeway willingly getting in front of her crew to do this ballet? I get that it’s thematically relevant to the plot of Coda, but since Janeway is only vulnerable in front of her crew when it means putting herself in harm’s way, it seems like a wild decision. She tends to hold herself apart from her crew, maintaining the professional distance of the captain. Further, when she does any creative pursuit, it is almost always in private, since her sister was the artist in the family and she was the scientist. As a captain, she commands Voyager in a much different way than she would as a dancer with this piece. I'm not saying she never shows vulnerability because she definitely does, but not necessarily in this way. Then when she talks about it with Chakotay, she just casually brushes it off with a laugh like no big deal.

There’s also the question of costume – would she have gone full tutu? Done it in her Starfleet uniform? An impeccable yet flow-y white suit? She does get into costume and command a performance in Bride of Chaotica!, but Coda is still kind of early days for our captain. Arachnia aligns more with what we know about Janeway's character.

Granted, it is Chakotay laying down these complements about her dancing ability and he is clearly biased. To be fair, Neelix does too before they leave in the shuttle. If she did this dance and performed it poorly or amazingly, I feel like the crew would look at her a bit differently afterwards.

Canonically she did The Dying Swan, but I certainly have trouble picturing it happening.

#does everyone let it slide because she gets mind killed a bunch of times and attends her own funeral? #this throw away line has been living rent free in my mind for months now #coda is also a ballet term fun fact #star trek voyager #coda #Captain Janeway #this death doesn't mean anything though because no one else is saved so not janeway self-sacrificing goals #yes yes they probably just picked the first artistic performance with death in the title cause it's thematically relevant #i've thought about it much more than a normal person probably should #No one said I was a good ballerina but I did it for a long time #may or may not have filmed a video about this in my cosplay for a different platform #maybe have been sitting on it cause of editing and weird dudes being into me like why no #also let tuvok read his poetry i bet it's great #alien grim reaper dad is a great concept very creepy bring him back for more angst #just a little insane about the dying swan don't mind me #also insane about coda and voyager and janeway in general ok you got me #meta #I was falling asleep on the couch but then I had to rant about coda I’m sorry

[hkpika07]

Shooting Star. What are you if not a falling star with something to prove.

#ttte #ttte gordon #i rewatched the great race because its my comfort movie. #and i really need to make that post on why shooting star is such the perfect name for gordon #and why thomas calling gordon falling star makes me insane #anyways i blacked out and when i came too i drew this and wrote sad gordon poetry #we're feeling wmotional about gordon tonight lads #painted red

[non-un-topo]

Was thinking about Ye Olde Teenage Parties and the picture drew itself

#the old guard #tog #tog fanart #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #kaysanova #teenage edition #like just imagine... go on this journey with me: #yusuf frequented a lot of parties while he travelled with his merchant father. he's sort of a rich kid?? #always dressed in pretty colours and always very friendly and outgoing. do NOT tell his father he's drinking alcohol #or maybe he's not drinking alcohol and he's just really buzzing off about poetry and art idk #ye olde solo party cups #anyway like 13 year old nico snuck out of the abbey with some other dudes #who have since left him to fend for himself because no one is speaking latin or zeneize and he is Lost #then yusuf plops down next to him and either he's confusing nico for someone he knows or he's just being really friendly #talking about some romantic poet or the stars or the universe or something. and nico is like Uh huh sure okay Wow pretty guy... #and either this is an au where they met as teens or this happened in their timeline and they literally forgot / were too drunk to remember #that's it that's the fic #also NO One is allowed to bully nicolo about his little hat. he made it himself! #siggy draws