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halfhollowmoon · 1 year
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I lit myself on fire
I lit myself on fire to keep the thought of us alive
I turned on everything I knew
I didn’t see through your guise
Blinded by synthetic love
Masquerading parasitic use
The constant accusations and fights bordering abuse
I gave you every ounce of myself and my time
Told you my weaknesses and you left without rhyme
You left me here for dead
A symphony I was writing now left on read
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comradekatara · 5 months
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2 kinds of grad students (both massive nerds)
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mumblesplash · 4 months
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part 2!!!! [read part one here]
transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:
“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone
“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try
think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress
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go-see-a-starwar · 1 month
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Hayden Christensen x Darth Vader | 2005 - 2022 - 2024
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fayzart136 · 7 months
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This is not for you.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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My mom and I had watched the Nun 2 the other day, so I suspect this is where this came from, but I just woke up from a dream where like this village or common was being terrorized by a smiling shadow demon, and I had teamed up with an ex sniper to try and hunt the demon, idk if he was also a priest or anyone who was qualified to hunt demons, but if it showed up you had to not look at it and hold your hand out like you were Swiper, no swiping, and you had to say a rhyme that was like, go away or whatever, but I made up one and the demon just kinda stared at me then it said that I had technically fulfilled the requirements so he was going to leave but he wanted me to know that the rhyme I made up was terrible. Then the dream randomly changed and suddenly I was at work talking to my manager…. On second thought maybe the demon lied and killed me when I tried to leave and I was immediately transported to Hell where I would have to work my grocery job for all eternity.
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lyssartandstars · 2 years
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very long time no see, the gay pilots have gotten to me
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solyxa · 10 months
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Period Comfort - Hobie Brown
“Ugh…”
You groaned as you turned over trying to get comfortable to no avail. Your period came on yesterday and it has been hell ever since. You sigh as you shift again, placing a pillow under your stomach to relieve the cramps as you lay your head down to nap. Just then, you heard the click of your window lock. As you turned towards the window, you saw a thick head of hair on a lanky frame step through your window. As the figure straightened up, it became clear that it was your boyfriend, Hobie Brown.
“Geez, you’ve really gotta stop breaking into my house.” You gave him a tired smile from your bed as he sidled over with his bag in hand.
“Eh, I figure it’s kinda my thing. You get me?” You start to roll your eyes playfully at him before you’re bombarded by cramps. You wince and hold your stomach as Hobie watches you, one hand in his pocket and one holding his bag which he holds out to you.
“What’s this?” You reach out to take it with a curious look, he simply shrugs in response.
“It’s your George Michael*, yeah? Figured this’d help.” He kicked off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, and jumped into bed with you. He placed one hand under his head and propped one leg over the other as you inspected the bag’s contents.
It was filled with your favorite snacks, painkillers, and even a heat pad. Hobie had really gone all out for you, and you thought that was really sweet. “Thanks, babes. You’re so sweet. You didn’t have to buy all of this for me.”
He turned to you with a wicked smile as he responded. “Don’t worry, darling. I didn’t”
You sighed in a long-suffering way as you cuddled up to him. “I guess I should expect nothing less from my favorite anarchist.” He wrapped an arm around you and stroked your head gently as he gave a self-satisfied smile. “You know it, luv.”
You hummed happily as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, feeling his breathing rise and fall beside you as he murmured a soft “G’night, love.”
*(George Michael is Cockney Rhyming Slang for menstrual cycle)
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chirpsythismorning · 9 months
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sitraxis · 2 months
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Please pick-up
Also on Twitter (soon)
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definitelynotshouting · 3 months
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oh hunger au pre-canon s6 oneshot im halfway finished editing we're really in it now
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halfhollowmoon · 1 year
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Something broke deep inside
It cracked my gaze broke my eyes
I wander now a crooked road
With crooked teeth and a crooked load
I am burden in physical form
Unloving and unloved
I am useless I am fruitless
I have no god above
Abandoned fate a psychotic gate
Psychotic grin psychotic mind
Lost and found found and lost
Am I losing my mind?
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natjennie · 16 days
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play it by ear dropout.tv is sosos so important to me when I'm high. that shit is genuine magic. how are they doing that.
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mumblesplash · 2 months
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i hope evil anvil is somewhere out there piecing together the entire limited life song around a rhythm specifically chosen to fit the line "if you're gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?"
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canibeanythingelse · 9 months
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arcane incantation
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lu-lus-duckies · 17 days
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I have to go to work and be there all day today so I'll be busy. I dunno how to entertain y'all (at this point I think everyone in the polycule just entertains eachother without me lmao)
So for the time being you can have the poetry I wrote in 2023. Just in case
Tw: mentions of suicide (aka soupersexual)
The poem, much like it's writer, is nameless
To the person that doesn't exist
Does hell burn your corpse?
To the person that doesn't exist
Does heaven make it feel worse?
To the person that never existed
Do you find yourself you?
Does it feel like a privilege,
Or does it weigh you down too?
Do you think yourself selfish
For seeking a crowd?
Admire the ants through a glass
While you live in a cloud
Does it ever get lonely
Without perception of time?
Does prevention of living
Come dozen a dime?
To the person I see in the mirror
Did you make up your name?
If I don't exist
How can I be to blame
And when you stay stagnant
And bide by your time
Is it the death of an animal
Or suicide?
To a person that just isn't yet
Do you see yourself clear?
To the person who may not yet
Can you know how to feel?
Don't judge me by my cover
Becase the pages are blank
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