#poet to none

[poet-to-none]

"The wolves didn't wound you on the mountain, did they?" he asked playfully. "You haven't become a werewolf, have you, Monsieur, unbeknownst to the rest of us?"

He stroked the furred edge of the velvet cloak I still had over my shoulders. . .

-The Vampire Lestat

An art share for @chicalepidoptera! Enjoy my friend!

#nickistat #nicolas de lenfent #lestat de lioncourt #red and rosin #the vampire lestat #the vampire chronicles #poet to none

[espeze]

Nenni recites the poem of an up and coming star of the poetry scene, Eli van Meurs aka Poet to none. You can find him on twitter and if you love interview with the vampire, you're gonna love his page If you want Nenni to recite one of your poem, please message me or find me on twitter at @espeze32

#poetry #bookshelfgonk #eli van meurs #poet to none #gonk #Youtube

[glasswaters]

"All that pain, that misery, that loneliness, and it just made him kind." - Amy Pond, Doctor Who, season 5, episode 2, "The Beast Below" written by Steven Moffat

Pain sits on a chest too frail to lift it, its mouth split by teeth. it digs curved claws into sinew and bone and untwists nerves where they lie blank in its hands. Misery, hollow cheeked and hollowed bare, keeps its stomach concave, starving for company. A rattle in your lungs. Weeping sores on your skin.

What are you thinking? What are you feeling?

It hurts.

What are you thinking? What are you learning?

Make for me a map of the starving thing shredding your muscles. Hold open the puncture wounds, and pull out the claws.

Or else leave them in and let them fester. Watch your skin go blue and yellow, watch the flesh swell where they lay buried somewhere deep inside of you. Feel your tongue grow heavy and drop down your esophagus. Won't you lift your head?

Pain pulls from your head every thought before it's formed. Pain threads a needle from the spool of your words and stitches closed your lips. Tiny, and neat, a surgeon's touch. Pain takes your hands and holds them, fast and steady. Let me teach you, it says, and presses its splintering bones into the skin of your back.

What are you feeling? What are you learning?

It hurts.

-oh, my darling. pain doesn't have anything to teach. it just hurts.

#poetry #writerblr #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #my work #spilled ink #spilled words #on pain #and learning from it #we like to ascribe morality to pain #it has none #pain doesn't make anyone kinder or wiser #it just hurts #and hurts #what are you thinking? #what are you learning? #nothing at all #lol i wrote this without knowing the og quote was written by moffat #fuck moffat ♥ #as always #graphic descriptions of injuries #All that pain that misery that loneliness and it just made him kind #doctor who #steven moffat

[trensu]

Have an itty bitty tiny piece of stasis in darkness, just so you all have an idea of where the story is going after the godly reveal. and also have proof that i am, in fact, still toiling away at this (as well as hawkins halfway house.)

A week and a half later, Steve entered a town he’d never seen before. He wore simple traveling clothes and carried no weapons aside from a couple of carefully hidden knives. He’d left his armor and shield behind. His satchel held only the essentials one needed for travel and a single stone as large as his fist. The stone was wrapped in layers of cloth to keep it safe during the journey. 

I need you to find someone. 

He felt very bare but he hadn’t been given much of a choice. Speed was of the essence for his quest, and little no-name towns tended to be wary of strangers in plain clothes, even more so around strangers decked out for battle. Steve wasn’t sure this place could be called a town. It was so small it hadn’t been on any official map. It didn’t even have an inn. Hopefully, Steve wouldn’t be needing an inn once he found who he was looking for.

He’s too far from me to reach.

He asked around, laying on the charm generously. He explained he had been a friend of a friend and had been trusted to deliver something. Eventually, he was told where to go. The house he found far beyond the village’s boundary was small. It looked like it had once been well cared for but it was old and had fallen to disrepair. Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A sallow old man opened the door. He was bald but had some scruff on his face still. His shoulders, stooped from age, trembled. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked so tired.

He’s my very last worshiper in all the world.

“Wayne Munson?” Steve asked.

“Who wants to know?” The man’s voice was phlegmy and rough. He coughed into the crook of his elbow almost before he could finish speaking. 

“I’m Steve. Ser Steve Harrington, pledged to the Lord of Night.”

Wayne’s eyes widened. His grip on the open door weakened and slipped. Steve caught the door before it could hit Wayne.

“He sent me to you,” Steve explained. “May I come in?”

yep, that's it for now. i told you it was small. i'm not even gonna bother with a read-more here.

#trensu tells stories #stasis in darkness #i technically have another 4.5k words written already #but it is very much still a rough draft #it's all clunky chunks of stone with all that i want to happen but has not been carved and smoothed out properly yet #also i have decided to include at least a couple of prayers #because i hate myself apparently and want to make myself suffer #a poet i am not #and i haven't stepped in a church or said prayers in literal decades #well #that's a lie #i did attend ONE mass in that time only because my mom asked me so she wouldn't have to go alone #the priest went off on the queers during his sermon and my mom never asked me to go with her again lol #so i remember none of the prayers #and even if i did #i learned all my prayers in spanish #i have no idea how they go in english #ughhhhhh why do i do these things to myself

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

The fact that Swifties fabricated and circulated cheating rumours about Joe Alwyn (and then to use this as justification for harassing his female co-stars) only to be proven wrong once TTPD dropped is a clear example of how toxic our fandom can be.

This level of blind hate is extremely disturbing and I genuinely hope we learn something from this.

#this doesn’t count as TTPD spoilers bc these rumours were bs to begin with #watch how none of them will learn from this #they’re content to let blind hate lead them #the culture in this fandom needs to change #it’s so disturbing #taylor swift #taylorswift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #joe alwyn #swifties

[readbyred]

Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

[jonismitchell]

making this the last poem i post for 2023 because the closing lines feel like the thesis for this year

#none of them would have been mine #flame* #tumblr poets #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #spilling ink #breakup #friends to this

[jeantjoque]

me after watching dps

#except change the actors to characters #and no that scene didn't affect how i feel about the movie #none of y'all can't convince me the “no♥️” scene is purely platonic #like LOOK AT NEIL'S FACE #THAT'S THE FACE OF SOMEONE IN LOVE #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #dps #dps fandom #dps memes

[bylrndgm]

seize the day!

byler week 2023 | day ii: 80s movies movie: dead poets society (1989) | insp. dedicated to @edelweiss-coffee

#byler #bylerweek2023 #Day 2 80s Films #byler gif #byler edit #mike wheeler #will byers #dead poets society #holding neil and todd gently; holding mike and will gently #mine #mine:gif #i've never seen four prettier best friends #holding my head on my hands #crying over my own post #crying over gay fictional characters on my phone #being a cancer moon is exhausting #emotionally draining myself #creative process: none actually? i just knew i wanted to make a byler x dead poets society gifset so like yeah took the gayest scene ... #... of that movie and made it byler #also yeah like the byler gifs are in slow mo but whatever - it was trendy ten years ago to make slow mo gifs #fun fact: i didn't save the psd i made for the byler scenes so when i started working on the neil x todd ones i was like #“fuck what am i gonna do?” and basically made a random psd again and well i like how it turned out #there's good in bad #right? #this is really simple tho but whatever?

[calamitoustide]

thinking about history fic james in the current timeline scribbling poetry on the edges of his papers for work after meeting regulus not knowing where that urge came from he never had it before

thinking about history fic regulus in the canon timeline hiding away in his room afraid to go outside and face the world dreaming up visions of brushstrokes and simple melodies not knowing where those good dreams come from he never had anything like that before

#quick quick tell me something awful #like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy #you see i was a debutant in another life #now i seem to be scared to go outside #fic: there are many names in history (but none of them are ours) #sorry :/ #couldn't help myself #thinking about them a lot #did you guys know that i love the lakes timeline #did you guys know it's my favorite lifetime #my little sad lesbians

[fandomfloozy]

Not to be a swiftie on main: but North West has the chance to do the funniest thing of all time after thanK you aIMee

#ttpd #tbh not my favorite album #all the songs kinda just blend together #lyricism is off the walls and i love a good metaphor and some wordsmithing and wordplay #but there wasnt really any musicality and none of the songs stood out to me #even the Florence one and i fuckin LOVE Florence #but thats just me #maybe it just needs to grow on me #it does have the storytelling favtor going for it though and that in and of itself is entertaining enough for a relisten #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #thanK you aIMee

[poet-to-none]

Is he earning applause or bussy? Both probably. . .

Sketches I didn't like the original crop of. . .so here's to another try.

#nicolas de lenfent #the vampire chronicles #poet to none

[lonelystarbuckslover13]

I saw someone say they think the fact that there actually weren’t that many songs on ttpd about Joe (as far as we know) is actually a sign of respect for him and I couldn’t agree more. The few songs that are most likely about him aren’t speaking poorly on his character they’re just heartbreaking, and the most vengeful songs on the album are likely about Matty. I feel like so many people went into this album expecting to hate Joe after but instead we just learned what we always knew - Joe was a generally good guy and Matty Healy sucks.

#like I think the reason there’s less songs about Joe on ttpd is bc there’s just less to say - he was a good guy and it just didn’t work out #there’s only so much you can really say about that #whereas Matty seemed like a messy break up they left her with a lot of anger so there’s more for her to say #I also think given how private their relationship was Taylor’s jsur continuing to respect that privacy #and yes I know that Joe didn’t want to marry her which is devastating for her I’m sure but marriage isn’t everyone #anyways I stand by the fact that none of you could make me hate Joe #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #joe alwyn #matty healy

[hersurvival]

May the earth keep turning as I close my eyes,

I shall hope the sun still rises tomorrow -

No energy left to worry about the next day

Or the next day

Or the next

Just let there be enough oxygen for tonight,

Let the atmosphere hold steady one more time,

One more time,

One more time

Fear -

I have always feared too much

What if the gods in their cosmos wake up?

What if this has all been an elaborate dream?

Do you think we could ever return?

Do you think as we blink out of existence,

We will remember the way it all hurt

So. Damn. Much?

Will you be okay?

Can you make it one more night?

Could we try again tomorrow

To fix all the little things

That might sever our ties?

#writing #poets on tumblr #poem #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled poem #spilled writing #original writing #sad writing #I feel like I am losing #but what exactly? #none of it was ever mine #to begin with #flame

[floatinyourorbit]

“sweet nothing has been ruined for me” “don’t play lover at your wedding” “i can’t listen to peace anymore”

… so, let’s get one thing straight- there is not one correct interpretation for art. think of a painting or a poem, it will cause each person to feel different things because they will associate it with different experiences and it will evoke distinct sensations on each person

same happens with a song, just because the artist wrote it about certain relationship it does not mean you have to exclusively associate it with said relationship. music is there for you to enjoy, to relate to it, to make you feel things, stir up emotions… plus, reducing taylor’s songs to her exes is blatantly superficial and weird, her lyrics are not scraps out of gossip magazines 😐

if you like lover, sweet nothing and any other love song in taylor’s apple music playlists and think that they’re romantic, go for it! don’t let her exes ruin your love for the song, it’s not what they were written for! (and if you ask me it is quite a dumb mindset)

make the songs about you and what you like (like your favorite ship- if you like a tv show and think x song fits them then slay) ! they’re there for that, not to be just “a song about (insert some man’s name)”

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #.txt #just because taylor has her own interpretation of her songs it does not mean you can’t interpret it in a slightly different way #someone will think that peace is so romantic and someone else will say that it really isn’t and none of them are wrong #wanna play lover at your wedding? do it! don’t let someone else’s relationship ruin a song that makes you happy

[silverliningspidey]

dps book has been bouncing around the mail since friday maybe its a blessing in disguise

#where are you going little book? why are you across the country #look i have heard ur warnings and i’m heeding none of it #dead poets society #also need to hunt down the script somewhere #i will suck all the marrow out of dps content #i just want to annotate it ok 😔 #dps