To add onto to what I mentioned about aroace stuff, I think it's just in general. sometimes I look at ships and I don't get why they like each other? Like I think it's cute but when I think about it a little bit, I don't really understand it fundamentally. That could either be a product of being aroace, raised heavily religious and conservative, or a weird concoction of all three lmao
I think this is part of the reason why my favorite pairings are usually already established/married. Otherwise I just! Don't understand
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My daughter’s new pet is half deer, half fox.
They tumble over each other, racing through the valley,
their rhythm imperfect, she is human after all.
Half human, half something I can’t quite recall,
I don’t know him well, his fur is soft and smooth.
Little antlers, tiny twigs on his brow.
Hoofs like black pinpricks, needles through fabric.
At night he howls at nothing, he doesn’t quite know why.
His fur is soft and smooth ,
morning snow, untrampled, unbothered.
Black spots speckled by the bane of his tail,
an old scar from something he can’t quite recall.
I don’t know him very well.
He runs an endless trail past the river with my daughter,
in two step tandem, they’ve learned to act as one.
Half human, half deerfox, half nothing at all.
He looks at me, sometimes, with ink black misty eyes.
He licks my hand, leans his head on my palm,
as if the weight of the world is held
by the little twigs on his brow.
I am so far away from home, he says.
I will never see my mother again.
She is so far away, I am here.
I am all that there is, , anywhere, of me.
You understand me, he says.
We’re the same, brothers.
Half deer, half fox.
Half human, half something you can’t quite recall.
We walk in two step tandem,
Two parallel lines that touch without knowing.
We have never met.
We have known each other our whole lives.
We’re the same, like brothers, he says.
You understand , he says,
and I don’t know why
but I do.
I can’t recall.
The ' something I’m missing.
The bridge between me,
and all that there is.
I am all I can’t recall.
I am the tear left unstitched.
Half human,
half nothing, nothing at all.
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Stop trying to read the Iliad and the Odyssey.
You're struggling to understand them, to focus on them, because you're going about it all wrong.
They're not books . They're epic poems.
They're oraccular tales. They're meant to be told. They're meant to be performed. They always were. Stop trying to read them.
Listen to the audiobooks instead. Find them on your local library app, listen to them while you're walking, find the cds at your local library, listen to them while you're driving, download them, shove them on your phone and listen to them in the night, staring up at the stars.
They're meant to be heard, to be experienced, not read.
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You know what I am tempted to do, as like, just a little oneshot that's partially outsider point of view? For like, my false-cryptid batfam au.
Team X, suicide squad. Them. With how the batfamily aren't a part of the Justice League (or even really known to them besides Clark who investigated for the Daily Planet once or twice.) who is to say Waller doesn't send the squad in to investigate.
Especially if say, previous teams sent to get information or er, operatives, from Gotham have failed.
Plus I haven't really talked about what has happened to several rogues including Harley in the world, so that could be fun too....
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bucky loves buck like a dog loves his owner.
i'll sleep on the foot of your bed every night. you can curl your fingers in my hair when you wake up with your chest feeling a little too tight and your mind a little too dark. you can tug, i don't mind it if stings. i would sleep on the floor, too, if you asked.
i hope you have a good day. i'll sit at the door and wait. i'd curl up on the porch through all the seasons, unmoving, patient, if it's what you wanted. i'll love you when you want me to, i'll back off when you don't. it's okay if it hurts.
look at this stick i brought you! it's neat, isn't it? it's better than the last five, right? am i entertaining enough for you? do i still make you smile hard enough to make up for everything else? am i too much? you could never be too much for me. i want everything you'll give me.
you are my favourite. person, thing, smell, taste, place, sound, feeling. it's okay if i'm not yours. just let me feel your glow, let me be around you, it's good enough for me, i promise.
let me be your passenger, i'll hang my head out the window, make sure your travels aren't lonely. you don't have to give me anything in return. i can be patient and quiet. all for you.
don't count on it? there's nothing to count on if you aren't here. you are my world. it's always you, always has been. i'm all yours, even if you don't want me. i'll wait for you, always. count on that.
just please don't take too long to come home.
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