2024 APRIL POEM-A-DAY CHALLENGE: DAY 22 ~ SIMPLY WHERE WE ARE
SIMPLY WHERE WE ARE
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Underneath the pavement,
Underneath the steel,
Underneath the ever-present,
Ever-turning wheels.
Underneath the plastic,
Underneath the fumes,
Underneath the ever-present,
Everlasting gloom and doom.
Underneath the concrete,
Underneath the grass,
Underneath the gravel,
And the artificial grass.
Underneath the heavens,
Underneath the stars,
Underneath the sun and moon,
Is simply where we are.
Underneath the sun and moon,
Is simply where we are.
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I get sad thinking about how during ichigo and grimmjows fight in hm. Particularly the moment when he see sees orihime's terrified reaction to his mask. I think he considered her previous trauma with acid wire ofc, but how must he have felt when orihime looked at him like that? She was the girl who managed to make friends with everyone and empathized so deeply with even her enemies, let alone her closer friends. And she was looking at him, completely frozen with fear, and he hated being the source of it. It just makes my feelers hurt so bad for some reason :(
i think the great thing about this fight is that it lets you empathize with both ichigo and orihime without diminishing either of their feelings, which is just. good writing. i'd go so far as to say this fight is also superb because of how it manages to address many overarching themes at once: a) ichigo's human-hollow struggle that keeps rearing its head every now and then b) orihime's complicated relationship with violence c) grimmjow's twisted desire to feel validated by ichigo, who he sees as his own mirror d) ichigo & orihime's long-term struggle to cross the chasm that separates them and meet in the middle.
a lot of people focus on orihime's fear here, but the truth is, ichigo himself was afraid of his hollow and was NOT confident about his ability to control it. when he tells orihime not to be afraid without his mask on, he looks at her and smiles. with the mask, he doesn't even make eye contact. when he accidentally does make eye contact later on in the fight, it crushes him, and the beauty of this fight is that it's all carried out through body language. his heart sinks, and so does yours, if you're invested in the fight. ichigo's entire arc so far has been about mastering this side of himself that he's desperately afraid of losing to, and now the person he's protecting is afraid of him, too. he begins doubting himself: what if grimmjow is right? what if he really did just come here to fight?
if you look at orihime's side of things, she's not wrong either. orihime's entire arc was about self-doubt at this time. she was never really sure of her worth to others, so how could she be sure that ichigo, who's reiatsu is rougher and darker than usual (just like her dead brother) was fighting for her? she does eventually realize her effect on him with a little help from nel. but in the end, nel's testimony doesn't matter much either because orihime realizes she would love ichigo even if he wasn't fighting for her. she just doesn't want him to get hurt.
lucky for us, grimmjow isn't right and it's obvious that ichigo did indeed come to fight him—if only to protect everyone and take orihime back home. fighting is ichigo's means to an end. his reaction to orihime is our indicator of that. the great thing about this fight is what it tells us—that if ichigo was this affected by orihime's face, then it means he truly didn't come here just to fight. that nel's cheers did nothing to grab ichigo's attention, but orihime's first broken whisper did. that having orihime nearby reminds him of what he's fighting for, which is something that literally saves his human life when he's in vasto lorde form. he left his heart with her, just as she did with him before she left. if we began this journey with rangiku saying ichigo needs orihime, this arc shows us how. this fight shows us how. yes, orihime's fear caused him some pain, but none of us can deny how cocky he got when she cheered for him, either, so it goes both ways :D
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If you're okay with prompts right now can I ask for jason and tim putting on relationship weight together
yes you can! <3
this ended up fairly short but i hope you enjoy it, nonny~
also i apologize for any mistakes <3 i was halfway done when my cat decided to sit in my face, and like? who was i to say no. so i wrote the rest on mobile lmao
Tim has gotten softer around the middle.
The realization hits Jason while he’s still half-drowsy from sleep, curled around Tim in their bed. They’d flipped during the night, with Jason now in Tim’s place as the big spoon; feathery strands of hair tickling his chin, his arm wound around Tim’s waist. And under his hand, splayed over Tim’s stomach… there’s more give than there used to be.
He can’t help but feel it; smoothing his palm over the padding over Tim’s ribs, the soft curve of his stomach. Something swells in his chest, made up of too many feelings for him to name.
It’s not that he hadn’t noticed, exactly. Something he’d insisted on, when they moved in together, was that, as long as they were both in Gotham, they should share at least one meal a day, out of costume. It had taken some time to find a rhythm, but… they had.
He’d noticed the extra weight he picked up pretty quickly. It was hard not to—especially with Tim constantly using him as his own personal pillow. Jason used to fake gripe about it, until he figured out that the surest way to make Tim sleep was to offer himself up as a bed. Even the most complex case wasn’t enough to keep Tim from drifting off, once he was resting on or against Jason’s thigh, chest, stomach.
After that, well. Even his most sincere attempts to bitch about it fell flat.
Anyway—between that and the adjustments he’d had to make to his armor, he’d definitely noticed his own weight gain. Tim— Maybe he’d noticed his cheekbones weren’t quite as sharp, or that there was something a little bit more solid in the punches he threw, but—
The rest of it slipped past him.
Until now.
Now… all he wants to do is explore. Spread Tim out on their bed and find all the parts of him that have changed. He wants to lavish them with attention, and affection, because by god, Tim deserves to be soft. Deserves to take care of himself, to indulge himself.
(And maybe—maybe—there’s a part of Jason that wants to lay claim to it, too. Because this is because of him. Not just the food he’s made, or the request to eat together but— It’s their closeness. It’s choosing a quiet evening together over going out or staying late at work or pouring over casework. It’s ending patrol at three or four am instead of five or six to get an extra hour or two in bed together. It’s not burying themselves in a case alone, stress eating away at them, because they have a partner right there to help.
It’s love and trust, safety and support, commitment and contentment.)
Jason resists the urge, though. The last thing he wants to do is disturb Tim’s sleep. God knows it will take a lifetime, maybe two, to repay the debt he’s stacked up, and Jason won’t get in the way of him shaving off what he can.
They have the rest of the day. Last Jason heard, Tim doesn’t have anywhere to be today, and he knows neither of them have any pressing cases. Maybe… maybe after breakfast, before Tim disappears to his study, when he’s still relaxed and a little sleepy. Coaxing back into bed won’t be hard. Neither will convincing him to let Jason take the lead for a bit. Tim is entirely too willing to indulge Jason—the power he has is almost overwhelming.
He supposes it goes both ways.
Mm…
He tucked his nose in the back of Tim’s neck, cuddling closer to him.
It’s probably about time to start breakfast, honestly. But Jason is warm, and comfortable. Maybe he can indulge himself, a little. Fifteen more minutes won’t hurt anything.
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Thank you for writing the HC that I requested even though it needed a long answer. It was fun I loved it. It made my day. Thank you again ♥️
To know that me answering the asks sent to me, regardless of how much time it takes, is able to bring joy to others and make their days...
Thank you for letting me know. And you’re welcome for being able to bring you a bit of happiness.
It reminds me that even though I will not create great waves in the sea, the ripples in a puddle are still an impact on the world.
Again, thank you, Anon. For making your requests and for letting me know that my answers are appreciated. 💖🥰🥺💗🥺💖
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2023 NOVERMBER POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 28 ~ SOME DAYS
SOME DAYS
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Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat…
Some days excited;
Some days – just beat.
Some days a lion,
Some days – the meat
Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat.
Some days you seize,
Some days you survive.
Each day is different,
Part of being alive.
Some fly by quickly,
Some, a long nine to five.
Some days you seize,
Some days you survive.
Some are a battle,
Some are a dance.
Each one is different,
You just take your chance.
A walk in the park,
A long rush-hour drive.
Some days you seize,
Some days you survive.
Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat…
Some days excited;
Some days – just beat.
Some days a lion,
Some days – the meat
Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat.
Some days you fumble,
And some days you thrive,
Some days you stumble,
And bumble and strive,
To climb high on the mountain,
And not take a dive.
Some days you seize,
Some days you survive.
Some days you push,
Some days you pull.
Some days are lonely,
Some days are full,
Some days are family,
Some just husbands and wives.
Some days you seize,
Some days you survive.
Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat…
Some days excited;
Some days – just beat.
Some days a lion,
Some days – the meat
Some days a victory!
Some days – defeat.
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A 2-fer-Tuesday prompt:
SEIZE THE DAY
SURVIVE THE DAY
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Homestuck, if you ask me, is about growing up and moving on. About all the kids maturing and moving onto a world they made, about hussie as a writer aging into an older person and moving on from a project they clearly lost passion in, and about thousands of kids growing into teens and growing into adults aging as they read this relic of internet history, eventually moving onto greener pastures and other fandoms.
I don't know when I'll hang my hat, but I feel it might be soon. Probably once I'm done with my reread of homestuck. Homestuck will always hold a dear place in my heart, but I know when it's time to move on. I did learn how to do so from it, after all.
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