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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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4, 10, 17, 25, 32 and you know I have to do it because I am a poetry bitch: 40!!!!

AHHHHH so many~ ok here we goooooo 🫡

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

mmmm i feel like i never put this in anything bc it feels pretentious to just ~slip in~ somewhere but i'm quite a fan of the word halcyon 🥲

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

i tend to purposefully try to read things that will "stick with me" in a good or fucked up way lmao so there are a lot of these. ocean vuong's on earth we're briefly gorgeous and kate elizabeth russell's my dark vanessa come to mind, as well as han kang's the vegetarian, mona awad's bunny, rufi thorpe's the knockout queen.... i have many!! sohn won-pyung's almond too, though i wouldn't exactly call it haunting? and i read it without any influence of bts tyvm... we just both have great taste 💅

the only thing that haunts me from my own writing are the grammatical errors that i miss despite my many proofreads 🤣

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

MY CURRENT WIP IS LDOMLT SO LIKE...... i can't spoil things 😭 have i mentioned that i have a 48-card scrivener outline for the series that i have been meticulously building upon since april??? 🫠

oh! i have also done.... insanely stupid amounts of research on things that really don't matter because i'm a perfectionist, including but not limited to: restaurants/bars/clubs/food halls/parks in seoul, flights from seoul to LA and what economy/business/first class experiences are like, the grammys (obv) and the nomination process, IP/copyright law in korea, recording studio terminology, los angeles neighborhoods and travel time between them, hotel room layouts.....

basically, if something crops up even for a second in the story, there is a very good chance i obsessively researched on it for no reason 🤣

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

i decided not to put this in the story bc, tho it's not a big deal to me (or to jimin or yoongi lmfao) i thought some readers might overblow it and i just.... didn't want to deal with it but. in my mind LDOMLT yoongi was LDOMLT jimin's first kiss when he was like.... 15 lmao 🤭

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

literally all of the poems in @gimmethatagustd 's paint me naked 😩 even tho she's a PMN anti now for some reason!!!!! we still love her 🫠

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

LOL does jai's poetry count 💀 the love song of j. alfred prufrock is always a fave let's just ignore eliot's antisemitism shall we ok thx

weird questions for writers ask game!!

#peaspeas #mbox 📮#ask game

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alientiime · 2 months

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(over-)explaining stuff in my nagi/kurona fic (never his, nevermore, in sickness and in health) for fun

On nights too quiet to be alone, his mind wanders.

a reference to a line from my 2nd iskr fic: 'Kurona thought about nights too chilly to be alone, of nightmares and desires he refused to recall.'

Why did he give him a chance?

haha get it the first he refers to isagi...

Sometimes he searches for an answer beyond the screen. But the same blue eyes [...] don’t give him a reply– Only a reminder of something, someone, he could no longer reach.

another reference to a part from aforementioned iskr fic: 'Billboards, ads and social media screamed his face [...] But it made Kurona turn his head; scared of seeing him shine, of what they lost, of what he could be without him.'

Like an out of tune theme song he’s heard too many times...

this is a funny (to me) reference to the shiroi koibito song i heard when i was at the souvenir store at the airport in japan bc it would repeatedly play that song in different languages but ALWAYS THE SAME SONG it drove me crazy

A suit Kurona hasn’t worn in years rests on his shoulders.

the suit i imagine him wearing is the one i drew but like, he has his coat on ukno

Nagi wriggles his hand in some kind of attempt to escape, but Kurona holds firmly onto the other’s pinky

ref to the prequel of this fic

As he steps into the sea he recalls a forgotten childhood memory...

based on something that happened to me as a kid when i went to the beach. it was terrifying but a year or so later when i went to the beach again i tried to let the sea pull me away again even tho it was genuinely scary. why'd i do that

in this context kurona was just drowning normally as opposed to me who was trying to experience life or death for no particular reason

also this entire beach section in some ways was inspired by the love song of j alfred prufrock, which influences a lot if not all my writing

“Would you drown with me?”

'Till human voices wake us, and we drown.'

Of unknown beats and new constants.

rolls eyes, another me thing sorry. i think of some things and mostly people as constants and it's an important thing to me, i guess

an alternative ending was going to be something like:

“What do we do now?”

“Same as we’ve ever been.”

It was just how it is ( a constant of the universe

and then ofc nagi has warm hands in the end bc throughout whiskey and this fic his hands are referred to as cold but now they're warm to kurona, he's his new constant

tho u could also overanalyse this more by saying bc theyre on the beach, everything is cold to kurona so ofc the only other person there, nagi, is going to feel warm. which also perfectly describes what their relationship is in this fic universe

thanks for reading if u do

#alien fic

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kckenobi · 3 years

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hi kasey!!! i hope you feel better soon <33

seedling & mushroom for the cottagecore asks?

ahh Fiona hi!! Thank you friend, I'm starting to feel better :) <3

🌱 Seedling: What is something you want to begin learning?

I'm currently on a little fitness kick so i guess I wanna learn how to be healthy! lol I've always been lanky and never really bothered to learn how to actually be "fit" so i signed up for some exercise classes and I'm a total noob, but I'm slowly learning good running form and how to do Pilates and swim and stuff and it's been fun!

🍄 Mushroom: What is a quote you find comfort in?

I really love any poem by Naomi Shihab Nye, but one of my favorites is called Kindness, and it ends like this:

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.

You must wake up with sorrow.

You must speak to it till your voice

catches the thread of all sorrows

and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,

only kindness that ties your shoes

and sends you out into the day to mail letters and

purchase bread,

only kindness that raises its head

from the crowd of the world to say

It is I you have been looking for,

and then goes with you everywhere

like a shadow or a friend.

And that's just a damn good poem :)

cottagecore asks

#asks #tagging as #kasey reads #bc I LOVE THAT POEM MAN #also also also #read Valentine for Ernest Mann by her #that's my favorite poem of all time I think #that and Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

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sheepibum · 3 years

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{ Re:Zero Fic Masterlist }

I said I'd make one to keep track of all my projects for this fandom, since it honestly got me through most of last year's lockdown. I will be super slow in getting anything done, but this is probably one of the series I've found easy to write, so there's hope!

The list is pretty damn long so it's under the cut.

[Standalone]

⚜ please don’t call this ‘gardening’ [Complete]

Summary: Love rattles in his lungs.

A hanahaki AU, bc I love suffering.

⚜ this purgatory between hells [i have bits and pieces]

Summary: While Subaru builds ladders out of his own mortality, those who wish to save him are doomed to slide down the snakes born from their failures. (Or, the various failures of the Subaru faction.)

Written mostly for me, might count as attempt #1 at writing some sort of ‘reaction’ fic, except for the part that, instead of a theater we have an empty, blank space in which some characters relevant to the plot, rather than see what Subaru has been through, are allowed to have their memories from the if timelines and their goal is to keep Subaru from going off the rails like that, which, as you can probably guess from the number of existing ifs, doesn’t always work. It doesn't make much sense if I explain it, huh? :/

⚜ a little glow and dance [concept only]

Summary: Subaru dies, a minor spirit wakes up and falls in love too many times to count, Subaru returns to fulfill a promise; in that order.

To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,

Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—

T. S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

Right, so I don’t want to spoil the whole thing, but basically after Subaru dies, a minor spirit is adopted by people who miss him because it reminds them of him.

⚜ To Sin, Perchance to Grieve [concept only]

Summary: In a familiar, unfamiliar dream, Subaru is confronted by those who made different choices. A madman, a despot, a coward, a pervert, a tool, an idiot—all of them wearing Subaru’s face.

Subaru has a ‘conversation’ with the if’s assortment of Subarus, who blame him (of course) for not becoming them.

⚜ The Days of Our End [concept only]

Summary: This is just an ending, not the worst, not the best, not even truly worth writing about. But it’s the ending Subaru achieved, after all his sacrifices; an ending he’s not sure he’s satisfied with, with the thrumming in his chest constantly beating ‘you should have done better’ against his ribs.

Well, at some point before finishing Arc 6, I got thinking about a ‘neutral ending’, as in videogames good/bad/true ending, this was one when you don’t complete all the missions you should and get stuck in a meh ending. Lots of consequences and weird ships bc I decided I wanted to have fun with Lugunica’s views on relationships.

⚜ The WC Insider (Issue #664 How To Live Love Laugh With Your New Archbishop!) [concept only]

Summary: Subaru is feeling a terrible cocktail of pity, second-hand embarrasment and morbid fascination, because he knew everyone who had made a conscious decision to join something like the Witch Cult had to be a bit touched in the head, but how are these people still alive? That title alone should be grounds for execution via firing squad.

Otto, accurately interpreting his silence as only a friend, nay, a best friend could, cringed in his chair.

“Please don’t mention the title, I tried bringing it up, but apparently is all they have left of their deceased leader so they don’t want to change it.”

“Wow, their leader was an asshole.”

Just pure crack. AU, most likely taking place right after Arc 3, where Subaru decides to infiltrate the Witch Cult, which somehow is a bigger mess than he is. Inspired by a discord conversation!

⚜ Kindertotenlieder [0/2]

Summary: Songs on the Death of Children, and the nightmares that haunt (as they should) those who do not know that the child in question should be mourned.

A second attempt at not writing a react fic, sort of. So, basically, a bunch of characters have nightmares about some of Subaru’s bad endings without any context whatsoever and don’t exactly take it well. That’s it, that’s the whole plot.

⚜ for those lost and those lesser [3/3] [Complete]

Summary: Crusch loses herself, Subaru loses Rem; briefly, they find each other.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones. Pablo Neruda, “October Fullness”

My Crusch/Subaru fic for the Re:Zero Gift Exchange. It's another sad introspection stream of thoughts, tho. :/ At least it was fun to try to write Crusch.

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🌠⚡ Start, From Minus [3/5]

Summary: Freshly isekai’d Subaru runs into a master swordman who saves him, and gets involved in the Royal Selection of Lugunica in order to help his employer. All of that sounds the same, save for the fact that everything is different.

Or: six months before his supposed otherworldly adventure should have begun, Subaru ends up being summoned to the Vollachia Empire, meets a Divine General and starts hacking away at the plot.

This fic came to me in a vision.

No, but really. I had just finished reading the if stories, with Wrath being my favorite by far, when I had the fortune of stumbling upon a comic with a small AU ft. Subaru and Cecilius (thanks, pixiv); I, of course, have no idea what the comic was about bc I can’t read Japanese kanji, but it made an Impression on me and next thing I knew I had devoted a few hours every day for a week in a draft that was the most complete draft I have ever put to paper; for reference, my ‘drafts’ tend to look like this:

While the draft I wrote down for this thing looks like this:

I need to revise and edit the whole thing, but I have a good 18k words written already, so it’s definitely happening at some point. Also, no wonder I have such a hard time cleaning up my drafts, huh? Ugh.

update: I have finished posting the chapters that I had in my draft, so updates will be very slow, unless I get another vision or something, idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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🌺 flowers for you

💐 for you to be spring [10/10] [Complete]

Summary: Soul marks appear in pairs and each pair blooms only once; these are the things Subaru learns: an important person, an important event, an once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. As if Subaru should be so lucky.

A soulmate AU, bc it's one of my weaknesses. Also, flowers as soul marks bc flowers and flower language are two other weaknesses I have. The last chapter should be up in a couple of hours or so.

🍁 I’ll dig a grave for fall [7/7; in hiatus until we get more Ifs]

Summary: These bouquets of poisonous flowers bloom whether he wants it or not because such is the nature of the world he has been summoned to—it is only fair that Subaru answers in kind.

Soulmate AU, but for the If stories. It should be fun, but like in the masochistic sense. But this is a re:zero fic, so it's pretty much expected.

I have tentative titles for at least another 3 ifs (envy, vainglory and melancholy, if we ever get them), and titles for the next two installments of the series for Arc 5-6 and Arc 7 and beyond (if we ever get them animated).

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🍒 the minor sin of indulgence

🌙 the difference between starlight and moonshine [0/5]

Summary: The shenanigans of Natsuki Subaru and friends when they’re not busy fighting for their (but mostly his) lives. (Or: a collection of self-indulgent minifics using the overused tropes and AUs I should despise, but am actually weak to. )

Well, this one’s exactly what it says on the tin. My parody ABO fic is going to be here.

🎭 I’ll find you believing I’ll be found [4/10]

Summary: These may be different worlds, but they still manage to find each other, for better or worse.

Crossover AUs, in which I shove the Re:Zero cast into the world of some other series and watch them struggle with it, so far with terrible results, but at least one of these AUs will be sort of happier, I promise.

🌟 just a little bit of blood in your hands [0/5]

Summary: A medley of heroes and villains and everything in between with familiar faces, where anyone can wear a mask whether it suits them or not, and not everyone manages to be on the right side of anything for long.

Heroes & Villains Aus, mostly with superpowers, Subaru-centric and Reinhard-centric because I say so. At least one is heavily inspired by the Tiger & Bunny’s brand of heroics.

👑 Coins in a Wishing Well [3/5]

Summary: It’s common knowledge by now that stories repeated a thousand times are like an invasive species; they can dig their roots where you least expect it and wrap their vines around whichever actors they fancy to be retold.

Fantasy AUs! From ghosts to gods to fairy tale retellings, and probably my favorite stories so far. A couple of these are already half-written.

update: finally posted what is my favorite chapter so far! It's a Beaty and the Beast retelling! I worked very hard on it!!

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💟 the shameless raisuba major sin of decadence

Right, so this 'series' is just to have somewhere to dump my raisuba fics, no-plot-just-feels raisuba fics, mostly AU raisuba fics. Low effort/high shipping needs fics written by me for me about my rarepair of choice for this fandom :)

💗 To Have and To Hoard [i dunno, i have exactly one scene and a half and it feels like it’s half done]

Summary: So maybe falling in bed with his overpowered knight friend wasn’t the best idea Subaru had ever had, but he really couldn’t think of a safer place to hide for a little while before he died horribly again. Of course, in true Subaru fashion, Subaru goes on to not die like a champ after that.

This is the first bad plotbunny I had for this ship and now I must write it. Please expect it to be every bit as bad as it sounds. Sorry in advance.

💖 The Broom Waltz [i have the beginning and the end and no idea what to do in the middle]

Summary: A story in which Subaru is a loyal servant and Reinhard is looking for the next Queen, but with a twist (or: the Cinderella remix).

I mean, it is inspired by the fairy tale, but there’s technically no magic in this one so I couldn’t put it in my fantasy AUs.

💘 someone will call you love (this is how it begins) [Complete]

Summary: Reinhard gets lovingly smacked into next week with the holy frying pan of smitten (not to be confused with the holy frying pan of smiting).

Because once, while watching the end of the first arc for the hundredth time, I thought to myself: one day I am going to writea shippy retelling of this shoujo worthy second meeting, and that is a threat. And here we are.

I managed to finish this one for the 2022 Iridescent Pride event, but it unfortunately lost all the crack it was supposed to have in the process; it got kind of sad, sorry.

💝 with all the pieces of the broken-hearted [1/5]

Summary: Their hearts and the ways they both have broken are entirely different, but there’s something to be said for how they still manage to build something out of their wreckages.

This is the self-indulgent pit, the bottom of the barrel for my need to ship these two, low brain/low effort minifics with terrible plots and more ‘well I think it’d be funny’ than sense. Like, if someone was going to arrest me for fic crimes, it’d be because of this thing. One chapter is finished, so I will be uploading something soon-ish.

There, first chapter is up and it's all downhill from here.

#re:zero #the sheep writes #sheepibum does more than rant #raisuba #reinsuba #updated post

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butchniqabi · 3 years

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the love song of j alfred prufrock has a special place in my heart bc most of the English department at my high school could quote it to each other, and they were like my favorite people there. high school was not such a great time but the memory of two of my teachers quoting ts eliot at each other is a sunwarmed stone

WAIT THATS SO CUTE......I LOVE THAT

#asks #it has a special place to me too...

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mecharose · 3 years

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edith st. vincent malley and oscar wilde!

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Do you have a favorite poem or one you can recite?

yes actually! It's The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. esp these lines:

For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

For the whole poem, the speaker alternates about the vast nature of the world and the close, personal aspects of life, and how time moves both too fast and too slowly.

the coffee spoons line specifically bc when I was going through a sad time in high school, my daily cups of coffee were literally how I kept track of the day, so the line being exactly that was like oh

classic author asks!

#thx for the ask!!#classic author asks #ask games #asks

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dumbassacademia · 3 years

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So my dad's birthday is this weekend and I just wanna share the haul I got him for his birthday bc I'm proud

1: I found this tea called 1001 Nights, which I got partially bc he loves tea and partially bc he read me the book One Thousand And One Nights (Arabian Nights if that's the title you're more familiar with) as a bedtime story when I was a kid

2: some tea biscuits, which don't have a particular reasoning besides the fact that they go with tea and coffee and I thought he'd like them

3: King Lear, bc we both love shakespeare and it's one of my favorites and also it's a father daughter story y'know so I thought it'd make sense

4: a book of T. S. Eliot's works, bc he's my dad's favorite poet. It's not the complete works bc that's super expensive and I don't have a ton money rn bc college student, but I thought it would still be good, and it has The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, which is one of my dad's favorites of his so I figured if it had that it'd be good. My dad actually has that poem memorized (which is crazy to me bc I only know like the first three lines) so when we recite poetry to each other he usually does bits and pieces of that, although he knows it all he can't usually recite it all in order, which I attribute to it being long and him having adhd and being a lil bit senile

the last gift I gave him was at father's day and it was a poem I wrote him and he liked it a lot but for his birthday I wanted to get him something more legit, y'know? like a real gift instead of just words on paper

anyway I'm really excited to give it to him bc I really love giving gifts and I think he's gonna like it so I just wanted to share

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mittai · 3 years

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☕️ libraries? Ebooks and audiobooks? Poetry? 👀

link to original ask game

yeah so i DO love libraries, especially the local one, which has these huge life sized stuffed animals in the corners that are basically armchairs but on the floor. i can & will spend hours in a library. top 10 WORST places for a date tho bc i’m just gonna ignore my date and read my book. i made a libraries my beloved gif post on tumblr dot com it blew up and still clogs up my notifications but i refuse 2 delete it because libraries ARE my beloved.

ebooks. i always used to love physical books because that’s what i read every time, but i’ve grown much fonder of ebooks over the pandemic, bc both the local library & the big library in the city closed. however, i WILL note that i fucking hate the library’s ebook system because a) their formats are a fucking nightmare, one of them simply doesn’t work for me and i never remember which one it is, and if i pick the wrong one, i can’t switch OR return ahead of time, so i have to wait 21 goddamn days. also WHY do they use hoopla & overdrive like every time i have to turn the page it’s like waiting for one of those boxes from captcha verification thingys to fade in it takes SO long i could’ve walked my dog and come back in the meantime. i also like that ebooks are like..instant. like i could be like hmmm mutual A recommended this book let me get it in like 5 minutes. i simply don’t have the patience or planning to build a regular TBR and go to the library and take out holds and shit. also i totally don’t pirate books and download them as epubs to read on my laptop nope not at all.

audiobooks are pretty hit or miss for me. first of all, i barely ever listen to them, so i don’t have much experience. i like that you get extra emotion to the voice, but i’m not a fan of the fact that you can’t go at your own pace & slow down & speed up at will. also the actual voice over person makes a huge difference. although, i AM getting into podcasts (the penumbra podcast specifically) lately, and i’ve listened to NPR more recently too, so i might be getting more used to that format. so maybe i’ll start liking audiobooks more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. we’ll see. also also also you SHOULD know that even though i barely read audiobooks, i will curbstomp anyone who says listening to them isn’t “real reading” because they’re an important accessibility aid and paper book supremacists annoy the shit out of me.

poetry. ok hiba i think you know the answer to this one lmao. i DO like poetry (reading & writing, although i’d sooner eat meat than actually share my poetry w/ anyone on tumblr), but i also have very specific and unpredictable taste. like i think overall, i’m more a fan of shorter poems (did NOT like reading epics in high school 😒), and i tend more towards modernist & imagist poets than victorian ones. that being said, my taste can be really random (although i do usually really like the stuff you put on my dash 🥰), like someone find me that post that’s like “poems are good when they make you sit on the floor and scream” because that is very much my relationship with poetry. sometimes i will just read a poem and it’s like oh wow that’s gonna haunt me on an unspecified day in the future huh. some favorites are The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot, This Is Just To Say and The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams, On Marriage and On Children by Gibran Khalil Gibran, and After Apple-Picking and Birches by Robert Frost.

#00 #wow i'm SO sorry this got really long huh #hiba #inbox #ask game

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stewyonmolly · 4 years

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WAIT we just read the love song of j. alfred prufrock in class and now I’m desperate to know what you think of it

i literally waited to answer this until i had ample time because this ask.... means the world to me. yes.

first of all??? it opens with an excerpt from dante’s inferno in the OG italian so you know it has to be good. the constitution of overthinking as a hell at the end of which he cannot return from?? yeah. that's poetry.

“like a patient etherized upon a table.” i spent the longest five minutes of my life waxing poetic about this line in my poetry class last year. etherized. when you’re etherized you’re held down, you’re entirely out of power, the evening is at the whim of the universe, unmovable by its own strength, being tugged in every direction and shifted and cut into by the hands of the universe around it. yeah.

“Streets that follow like a tedious argument / Of insidious intent / To lead you to an overwhelming question ... / Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” / Let us go and make our visit.“ overthinking 101. also, “streets that follow like a tedious argument” ???? YEAH. do not ask what is it. let us go and make our visit. as someone who desperately wants to be as impulsive as the world will let me, as stupidly impulsive as is humany possible but as someone who is also cripplingly afraid of everything,,,, yeah.

the entire next stanza personifiying the mist like a stupid little cat makes my heart warm. i love stupid little cats. i love the mist being a cat: nosing its business everywhere it shouldn’t, making a nuisance of itself, but curling around the house like a comfort at the end anyhow.

“And indeed there will be time” is maybe one of my favorite lines ever in general just because it is so applicable, but everything that follows it is also perfection: “there will be time / To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;” there will be TIME for all the things you rush to do now, for all these catastrophes you are preparing for. there will be TIME to breathe and “murder and create” and “time for you and time for me” in a way, it’s like the gentlest, sweetest “slow down” i’ve ever heard.

the repeated “In the room the women come and go / Talking of Michelangelo.” is so amazing too: yes, you’re taking a moment, and things are still happening around you, yes, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean you can’t BREATHE! people will continue to discuss and discover and do around you but that doesn’t mean YOU don’t have TIME to do that TOO!

so he’s like,,, yeah we have time,, the whole beginning is just “there’s all this time” but at the same time he’s also like,,,, let’s. he’s just like “let’s.” the whole time it’s just yes i’m terrified and yes i feel so fucking rushed and panicked and confused because the world is weird and crooked but you’re here and we have this time so let’s. and i think that’s pretty funky and beautiful, mister eliot.

“Do I dare / Disturb the universe? / In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.“ i have nothing to add

“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;” yeah. my neurotic kin. everything is careful and overthought and done to exact amounts. everything is RUSH HURRY NOW RUSH NOW EXACT HURRY PERFECT. and the little silent voice beneath this is just hedging on: he talks about his bald spot and people talking ABOUT his bald spot and he’s like “let’s.”

“When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, / Then how should I begin“ the constant feeling of being scrutinized. the way this manifests in a fear, an unwillingness, to do anything at all. why would we do anything when we know we’ll be judged for it? butterfly pinned under a glass case. LET’S.

“I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, / And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, / And in short, I was afraid.” me too. me too me too. and the fact that, in the face of this, he’s still over here going LET’S?????? yeah.

“To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, / Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—“ to know all? to really know all and to tell it to yourself? to erase that constant worry? i think there’s a quiet bravery in the way he seems flabbergasted at the idea of telling all to himself, at the idea of correcting one’s life to be the way it “should.”

“No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;” i know people say this is about status in life but that’s bullshit. eliot’s speaker is at least as neurotic as hamlet, though i shudder to compare any level of neuroticism to hamlet’s. this man is telling himself to stop thinking so much, so deeply, to stop catching on every stitch in the blanket and just notice the warmth for once. he’s saying to himself, LET’S, you and i.

“one that will do... almost, at times, the Fool.” this whole thing? yeah he’s saying he’s wrong sometimes, stupid sometimes, a fool sometimes, but that’s because he’s human, and he shouldn’t overthink that. there’s some strange beauty in it.

“I grow old ... I grow old ... / I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.“ this was my instagram bio for months. a bisexual anthem. but also a way of saying “im tired (old) of overthinking, of micromanaging myself. im gonna roll my fucking trousers.”

“I do not think that they will sing to me.” this line always hits me like a bullet. the siren call wont call him. there’s nothing he finds himself pulled by. there’s nothing to want so much that a siren could drown him in the search for it. this is the hopelessness to counter every single bit of exhausted “LET’S-ing” he’s done throughout the rest of the poem. this is the moment you understand that it’s not a bit of hopefullness left in him at all making him feel like he should just Do. it’s a bit of nihilistic exhaustion. it’s “Let’s Do Before We Die Because Otherwise We Died For Nothing.”

“Till human voices wake us, and we drown.” this line, to me, is eliot’s persona talking about hearing the voices of the neuroticisms he’s voiced throughout the whole poem prior. it’s weighing the voices of himself, of man, over the voices of mystical sirens, the same way night can be etherized: the way he feels, the exhaustion he holds, is so heavy that it sucks the mystic powers out of everything that could possibly be mystical. nighttime can be made to bow down. sirens are less strong than insecurity. it’s the ocean, with its waters “white and black” that give life and death; it’s all or nothing. it’s that which calls to him (all or nothing, life or death) because he’d rather that than live the way he does: questioning and unsure and wavering.

anyway i read this poem as a discussion between the persona and himself rather than the persona thinking about a lover bc fuck romance but i just love the idea of the persona trying so hard to make himself feel living is worth it, and at the beginning you believe this “LET’S!!” energy he has but at the end you’re like “dude go see a fucking therapist.”

#the love song of j. alfred prufrock #ts eliot #this is so long so sorry #my writing #kind of

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sanguinarysegmentum · 3 years

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this is cute tagged by @falseaxioms

list 3-5 snippets of literature/media that live in your head rent-free to the point where you have them memorized; write them down from memory, no cheating allowed:

1. and we'll pray, all damn day, every day, that all this shit our president has got us in will go away; while we strive to figure out a way we can survive these trying times without losing out minds - loose lips (kimya dawson)

2. dying is an art, like everything else. i do it exceptionally well. i do it so it feels like hell. i do it so it feels real. - lady lazarus (sylvia plath)

3. do i dare disturb the universe? in a moment there is time for revisions and decisions which a minute will reverse - the love song of j alfred prufrock (ts eliot)

i cant think of 5 bc im a dunce 🥲 but @unablepotato @e-din @lightningprophet @cyphonism

#tag meme #words

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your-jellyfish-senpai · 4 years

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Ask game: sunrise + coffee

aesthetic asks

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

well my mind immediately went blank so i resorted to my note’s app and there are a few i can use, all of which are in my tattoo idea note lol. the first is from ts eliot’s “the love song of j alfred prufrock” and it’s “do i dare disturb the universe?” for me, it kind of represents both self-doubt and audacity, the tendency to question your place and purpose but also the eagerness to Be and Do anyway. in asking “do i dare,” i think this quote/the speaker (in my interpretation) is answering the question themselves. do i dare? i do.

the second quote is “aren’t we all lights behind a window” and i cannot for the life of me find where it’s from. it serves as a reminder that we are all living lives one way or another. in a way, it is kind of base and maybe a bit reductive, however i like its simplicity. we all have lives and goals and passions and ideas. we are all a light behind a window, in the night, in the dark.

the third and final quote is “we are full of stories to be told.” It’s taken a bit out of context from the bastille song “laughter lines” when the full line(s) go “i’ll see you in the future when we’re older / and we are full of stories to be told” indicating that, after time passes, we collect stories to share. but i like the idea that everyone has a story (or many!), because we all have unique experiences that are important to us as individuals but also to those we love bc they shaped who we are and can also provide valuable insight to them, as well.

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

my starbucks order is very easy because i never get the same thing. and honestly, i would trust anyone with any semblance of a sweet tooth to order for me. My coworkers sometimes go get me coffee (when we’re in the office and i’m swamped which is often) and what i tell them is “cold and sweet.” sometimes i even go hot and sweet. the gaudier, the better. frappucinos, iced lattes, you name it. i don’t have any food allergies and i’m not picky, so it’s SUPER easy to please me lmfao.

#thank you darling sorry for the MANY PARAGRAPHS #asks #hypatheticallyspeaking

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beaft · 5 years

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Lace and poetry!

wow so i reblogged the question meme last night and then immediately forgot about it and went to sleep…. oops :–( but no fear! i will answer now

lace: your favorite things to wear?

hmm well,, i have a long swishy coat printed with sunflowers that i wear all the time and i love it so so much ❤️ i also have my purple wizard cape with the pointy hood, my trusty DM’s and my casper the friendly ghost shirt! I love all my clothes though, even the ones i don’t wear very often (like the rainbow platforms that i can’t walk in but also can’t get rid of)

poetry: if you have one, name a favorite book or poem.

my favourite poem is probably the wasteland! it really does get me every time and makes me tear up (as does j. alfred prufrock, also by eliot). i also love the song of wandering aengus by yeats, it was one of the first poems i ever learned off by heart~

thank you so much!!

ask me questions

#replies #Anonymous

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serenzippity · 5 years

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Hi ❤️ I requested the Jooheon scenario from you but don't feel rushed to get it out bc of your hand. So I think that you are my internet crush and I really really want to know more about you if that isn't too invasive? I love your writing and I get so happy when I find out you posted something new. I was wondering if you could list your seven favorite (not mx) albums, songs, movies, books, poems, dreams, fears, and anything that makes you extremely happy? ❤️

Hi love. And don’t feel invasive! I’m gonna try to get the requests rolling out in about a week or two. Don’t tell my doctor.

I’m so flattered that I’m your internet crush. Here are some answers to your questions 🖤

Albums

The Da Vinci Code OST - Hans Zimmer

The Dark Knight Rises - Hans Zimmer

Blood Diamond OST - James Newton Howard

This Is War - 30 Seconds to Mars

Battle Studies - John Mayer

Born and Raised - John Mayer

The White Album - The Beatles

Songs

“Walt Grace’s Submarine Test, January 1967″- John Mayer

“Blackbird” - The Beatles

“Chevaliers de Sangreal” - Hans Zimmer

“You’re So Dark” - Arctic Monkeys

“So Much Better” - Laura Bell Bundy

“All Too Well” - Camila Cabello

“You’ll Be In My Heart” - Phil Collins

Movies

Sabrina (1954)

Blood Diamond (2006)

Ladri Di Biciclette (1948)

The Da Vinci Code (2006)

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001-2003)

Roman Holiday (1953)

The Harry Potter Franchise (2001-2011)

Books

Thief of Always- Clive Barker

And Then There Were None - Agatha Christie

Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

One Thousand and One Nights

Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë

Utopia - Thomas More

Anthem - Ayn Rand

Poems (I’m including epic poems here because poetry isn’t a big thing of mine)

"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" - T. S. Eliot

Paradise Lost - John Milton

Paradise Regained - John Milton

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Theogony - Hesiod

Metamorphoses - Ovid

Psyche - Mary Tighe

Dreams

Live a long, healthy, and happy life

Invest in a small bakery/cafe

Spend a few years working in Africa

Learn four languages

See Hans Zimmer live

Become a wine connoisseur

Be able to spend months on end in Paris

Fears

Death of my father

Dying without being able to say goodbye

Not having control of my future

Financial ruin

Financial dependence

Otherworldly negative forces

Spiders

Things that make me happy

Rainy days

Full tanks of gas

Soft cardigans

Meeting your idols/heroes

Writing until the sun comes up

Fresh cappuccinos

Getting lost in Paris

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