happy top tuesday
Here are some of my favorite blogs (in no particular order) that I follow and love (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
♡︎ @tinyclowndancer ♡︎ @je2sterz ♡︎ @themuseumwitch ♡︎ @ma-ar ♡︎ @marks-hoffman ♡︎ @bryndeavour ♡︎ @ahti-the-janitor ♡︎ @deerfests ♡︎ @thiswindingroad ♡︎ @loo-nuh-tik ♡︎ @acecroft ♡︎ @amiracleilluminated
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can someone make me a photo of my happiness and 2024 barging in and taking it just like do I need to explain
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14 feb 2024
torture accented with genius is the worthy kind
and misery is the vice of a sharpened mind
but not us all can mold it into beauty
not us all can realize brilliance so duly
not us all can alchemize melancholy into gold
some pain is raw to be tasted and told
as it is.
and that's what this is.
pain, for i am a beast.
bleed, for you can bleed
want of what you need
for you can want
and you can need.
and so i am this intelligenceless beast
of rabid, foaming throat and snapping teeth
it hunts, it sleeps, it bleeds and it screams
screams although that's as useless as it seems
so its hollow heart is insulated with dust
and by the morn it will be dead in the cage just
as it is.
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February, 2024
— 02/07/24: All Alone
— 02/12/24: On My Laptop
— 02/12/24: Stupid Coding Things
— 02/12/24: Releasing
— 02/18/24: Glass Animal Yard Sale
— 02/26/24: If I Can Be Selfish 🔞
— 02/27/24: Decisions
— 02/27/24: Putting It Out There
— 02/28/24: Affection
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Anything is possible ❤️ Happy February, here is calendar FEBRUARY 2024 with Pochacco as friend of the month ❤️
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The Grieving Father
['And I still can't get over the fact that the one day-the one day he was supposed to meet Tilín, the server was down for maintenance. He never got to meet her.']
['You have two possible fathers, Tilín. One is a man-one is a man named Luzu, and the other is a man named Wilbur. Okay?']
The Broken Sinner
['Do you think he knows what he's done? That he remembers who is lost because of him?']
['We blame-not our client, but the Island. QSMP as a whole-']
['My client was a present father, your honor-']
The Unintending Pa
['Sunny, Sunny you cannot tell him Slime is your father. He will kill you-straight up, murder you. Charlie killed his daughter, Sunny. Yeah-Tilín...']
['...He will drop you so fast, he will drop you like Etoiles. Sunny, you can't. Full stop.']
The Protective Passerby
['Yeah, Foolish is Sunny's dad.']
['On the weekends.']
(And Those Caught In The Crossfire)
'PA TUBBO, MAMA LENAY, AND POP SLIME! :D'
Pop Slime
Pop Slime
Pop Slime
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: うる星やつら | Urusei Yatsura
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lum/Miyake Shinobu
Characters: Lum (Urusei Yatsura), Miyake Shinobu
Additional Tags: Fluff
Summary:
Shinobu Miyake watches Lum flit around the homeroom class at Tomobiki High after school, fuming internally at how the Oni Princess seems to think she can get whatever she wants.
What she doesn't realize is Lum's got something in mind that she could never expect.
Written for Femslash February's "Princess/Queen" prompt.
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8 february 2024
ever since the flood when i
was taken pity upon
by some god, i am assaulted with
the sun, with morning, that falls
then rises then falls again
i watch the world
carpeted with blue and nipped with foam
slobered with the ugly gloss of
the sun, of life, stewing hot air and febrile
since the flood.
ever since the flood that i saw
living loving beautiful things
capsized and clinging in knots of arms
with much more to live for than i
i, summoned by a council
that placed me down immured in the open sea
i, who belonged noplace. i who
lay in a lone damp boat
riding the beat of the wave: a moribund pulse
since the flood.
ever since the flood i
float abreast bobbing bloated bodies
the sopping husks of all the men and women
i might have been,
and the lovers that followed them
into skyscraper-high waters
as i sit in a boat
above the waters
below all dead and living things, thus alone
since the flood.
ever since the flood i
break black bread with noah
and before him, utnapishtim
but they were not so lonely
nor so close to the sun
nor pruning their tan rowing hands in the water
nor palming the lives they lived and loved
floating just like plankton now in the
wine-dark sea, nothing and everywhere
since the flood.
ever since the flood i
watch the agonizing sun rise, and so fall again
and ever since the flood i
have been casting an anchor with wasted arms
and ever since the flood i
have watched it sink past what i can see
and ever since the flood i
have wished to follow it
home. it has been four years
since the flood.
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