#and even less answers

[uncanny-tranny]

The leftism/anticapitalism leaving people's bodies the zeptosecond you imply that disabled people who aren't "productive" still matter in society and need to be treated like intrinsic equals who have a place in this world:

[canisalbus]

You’ve most likely answered this before but what breed exactly is Machete? I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while I’ve thought maybe a saluki but the ears arnt right.

In theory his breed is fictional Podenco Siciliano, but he's not a purebred example. Out of existing dog breeds he looks closest to (and is related to) Ibizan Hound.

But sometimes I see Silken Windhounds that also kind of remind me of him. They just don't have the characteristic bat ears.

[ganondoodle]

its still rough but as far as im gonna get for now, cant decide on the tentacle colors still nkfdnvkdfn

possible name for lad is Pan or Paktolos (just bc .. reference to midas legend even if this midas got nothing to do with it; oh yeah, a bonus midas sketch .. he needs a proper redesign too)

tentacle lad may look mean here (i genuinely dont know why i drew him like that) but hes a big sappy softie, even carries a picture of midas in a locket around- next to the demon teeth hes collected he doesnt leave the island much anymore and mostly manages everything on it, his people call him by royal titles sometimes bc hes been a very competent leadership figure but he doesnt put value in any titles-

he rescued midas from the demon hunters that kidnapped him years ago to bring one of the biggest and most influencial empires to collapse after his older sister, who was the empress, was unexpectedly dying- midas being the next in line the empire doesnt really exist anymore at this point, midas now leading missions around the island instead, or going around keeping up to date with politics and tensions since his husband (tentacle lad) and his people are of a kind that is largely being kept a secret and would be a target for demon hunters as well, despite them not being demons (they look monstrous but are more based on animals, are native to earth, cannot change form, age only somewhat slower than humans and have no control over any elemental magic more than a very skilled human can have- which is basically not even noticable and usually gets passed off as 'talent' in the way a skilled sailor can feel the approaching weather in the wind)

[poetrysmackdown]

what makes a poem a poem? does it have to be written in a certain way? is this question a poem if i want it to be?

Fun question! This is just my personal sense as an avid reader and less-avid writer of poetry, but for me it’s useful to distinguish (roughly) between poetry as a genre and poetry as an attitude or philosophy through which language and the world can be understood. And of course these two go hand in hand. I see poetry the genre as essentially a type of literature where we as readers are signaled, somehow, to pay closer attention to language, to rhythm, to sound, to syntax, to images, and to meaning. That attentive posture is the “attitude” of broader poetic thinking, and while it’s most commonly applied to appreciate work that’s been written for that purpose, there’s nothing stopping us from applying that attentiveness elsewhere. Everywhere, even! That’s how you eventually end up writing poetry for yourself, after all. There’s a quote from Mary Ruefle floating around on here that a lot of folks have probably already seen, but it immediately comes to mind with this ask:

“And when you think about it, poets always want us to be moved by something, until in the end, you begin to suspect that a poet is someone who is moved by everything, who just stands in front of the world and weeps and laughs and laughs and weeps.”

Similarly, after adopting the attentive posture of poetics, there’s plenty of things that can feel or sound like a poem, even when they perhaps were not written with that purpose in mind. I’ve seen a couple of these “found poems” on here that are quite fun—this one, for example. The meaning and enjoyment you may derive from the language of a found poem isn’t any less real than that derived from a poem written for explicitly poetic purposes, so I don’t see why it shouldn’t be called poetry.

That said, I do think that if you’re going to go out and start looking for poetry everywhere, it’s still important to have a foundation in the actual language work of it all. Now, this doesn’t mean it has to be “written in a certain way” at all! But it does mean that in order to cultivate the attentiveness that’s vital to poetry, one needs to understand what makes language tick, down at its most basic levels. It will make you better at reading poetry, better at writing it, and better at spotting it out in the wild.

Mary Oliver’s A Poetry Handbook is an extraordinary resource to new writers and readers, and a great read for more experienced folks as well. Mary Oliver’s most popular poems are all to my knowledge in free verse, and yet you might be surprised to find her deep appreciation for metrical verse (patterns of stressed/unstressed syllables), as well as for the most minute devices of sound. In discussing the so-called poetry of the past, she writes,

“Acquaintance with the main body of English poetry is absolutely essential—it is the whole cake, while what has been written in the last hundred years or so, without meter, is no more than an icing. And, indeed, I do not really mean an acquaintanceship—I mean an engrossed and able affinity with metrical verse. To be without this felt sensitivity to a poem as a structure of lines and rhythmic energy and repetitive sound is to be forever less equipped, less deft than the poet who dreams of making a new thing can afford to be.”

In another section, after devoting lots of attention to the sounds at work in Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, she writes,

“Everything transcends from the confines of its initial meaning; it is not only the transcendence in meaning but the sound of the transcendence that enables it to work. With the wrong sounds, it could not have happened.”

I hope all this helps to get across my opinion that what makes a poem a poem is not just about the author's intention, and not just about meaning (intended or attributed), but also about sound and rhythm and language and history, all coalescing into something that rises above the din of a language we would otherwise grow tired of while out in our day-to-day lives.

I'll always have more to say but I'm cutting myself off here! Thanks for the ask

[daftpatience]

one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it

[rontra]

how she looks with tower and reversed temperance in her spread

this was a diverted joke (decided to save the actual idea for something else) so i rerouted into that one post i adore. good luck girl

[40ouncesandamule]

[kruinka]

alright then, RANPO FROM BSD !!

feel free to decline, and make sure to take care of urself, stay hydrated and all, take ur time and have a great day :DD i love ur art sm <33

hi idk if u even rmb this ask its been so long😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

I tried to send you the entire sonic movie script because I thought it would be funny but then my Tumblr crashed like five times and if you accidentally get the script multiplw times in your ask box I'd like to apologize in advance

oh nooooo

it actually makes me feel so bad because I didn’t. actually. receive. any sonic script asks from you…. just these two :(

i’m all for commitment to the bit, sometimes to an extreme, but it’s not worth your phone not working aaaahhh I hope it recovers

[pharawee]

[densitywell]

the assumption that Imogen (and previously Ashton) never recieved any assistance from the gods because they didn't pray "correctly" is interesting to me. is there some specific procedure for acceptable prayer in Exandria? if you don't do it right is it like texting the wrong number and the Gods just don't get the message? or are they just putting cries for help that don't follow their formatting and content guidelines at the bottom of the pile lmao

[canisalbus]

hi i ride motorcycle year round and wanted to chime in. for vasco's small around-town trips he'd probably be fine with his ears free, but for longer trips at higher speeds or when its cold out he'd want them protected. probably by tucking them under his chin into the collar of a jacket and then putting a scarf or bandana on. also goggles would be helpful if a full helmet wasn't wanted. since they're in europe and around italy specifically he could have a nice ducati (fast rockety sport bikes) or a cafe racer (much more like a motorized bicycle but they can still have a lot of power) a cafe racer would offer a lot of seat space for machete to be thoroughly uncomfortable in lol

i love your ocs they're great thanks for all the cool art :)

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[figsandphiltatos]

adaine's family relationships are something i can actually be so incredibly normal about too btw

[striving-artist]

Well. Since the Terrible Poll about knots in Omegaverse and A/B/O got a heck of a lot more attention than I was expecting, and since at least three people said I should do more polling, and since I really only needed one to convince me...

The Terrible Poll - Extended Edition - Biology

Wait, look at me. No, seriously, look at me. I am a nerd and a child of scientists. This is 175 questions long.

That is Many, and this is only about biology and physical stuff. It is as broad as I could, but includes places to add things I missed. It is written as clinically as I could manage, and you don't need to input your email, but there are some illustrations.

I'm working on a second one about society.

This is not a poll asking you what you see the most, or what is popular. This is about Your Interpretation of the concept. There are no wrong answers here.

Take this, share it, get it into other fandoms, take it to reddit, brave souls can post it to facebook or twitter. I need as many data points as I can get because if I am going to do all of this work, I am going to create something at the end of this, so I want the dataset to be solid. Definitely a breakdown of trends and outliers into readable graph or infographic form. Probably an analytic essay. Potentially a science based concept with evolutionary reasoning that I've developed.

[ardenrosegarden]

Frictional Games was pretty funny for this one imo

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🦇🦇 Can you write something about Word of Honor? Otherwise anything of the identity porn will do

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Sizhui doesn't hear what's happened until nearly dinner. All he knows is that his father is furious and Lady Xuanyu has shut herself away in the library with stern orders for no one to disturb her. Their marriage has seemed amicable enough so far, considering they're strangers under an arranged marriage, so he doesn't understand what could have happed.

It's Jingyi who finds out the truth, probably by breaking several rules against gossip and enticing others into uncouth behavior.

"Jumped off a cliff?" he repeats incredulously. "That can't be right. She wouldn't do that."

Lady Xuanyu is bright and warm and affectionate and she always has a smile for him and time to listen about his day, pushing her scrolls away to tug him to her side so she can give him her undivided attention. She keeps pressing sweet buns into his hand, telling him to share with his friends and only winking at him when he asks where they came from.

Jingyi shrugs, although he seems equally dubious. "Your father went after her and caught her as she fell. Now they're fighting, I guess."

He won't disobey his step mother's orders. But he does kneel outside of the library to wait.

Dinner time comes. He does not leave.

It's approaching curfew when his uncle comes down the path and pauses next to him. "I heard you were here. What are you doing, Sizhui?"

"Lady Xuanyu ordered everyone away," he says, keeping his eyes on the door. She has to open them eventually. "I'm waiting for her."

"I'll get her," Lan Xichen says, moving towards the library.

Sizhui grabs onto his sleeve. "Don't. Don't rush her. It's fine. I don't mind waiting."

"Sizhui," he says, pained.

He shakes his head. "It's fine. You were all so worried she'd be cruel to me, but she hasn't been. If she'd ordered me to kneel in the courtyard every day just because she didn't like me, then we would have all thought I was getting off lightly. I don't mind waiting until she's ready to leave."

His uncle sighs. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

Sizhui doesn't know what he means, but Lan Xichen just sighs and stands slightly behind him, hands clasped behind his back. "Uncle! What are you doing?"

"Waiting with you," he says.

"You can't do that," he insists, "you're our sect leader, it's not proper!"

"I am also your uncle," he says gently, "if you're here, then I'm here."

Sizhui sputters, trying to come up with some sort of argument that will get his uncle on his way when the doors are shoved open and Lady Xuanyu tumbles out, grumbling, "-texts that haven't been updated in - what on earth are you two doing?"

Her hair is in a sloppy bun atop her head, strands hanging down, and she's holding her spotless pale blue over robe in her arms while her gold Jin robe is covered in ink marks.

"Sizhui has been waiting for you," Lan Xichen says. "He missed dinner."

Lady Xuanyu frowns and Sizhui blurts out, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she repeats, eyebrows pushed together. "Of course I am, what are you - you've been her since before dinner? Growing boys need to eat! Let's find you something. I'm a terrible cook unless you like sp-spoiled food, so hopefully some of the cooks are still up."

Lady Xuanyu grips his forearm and pulls him to his feet with strength it doesn't look like she should have. She stars brushing off his robe, still scolding him for not eating properly, and he lunges forward before he loses his nerve.

He wraps his arms around her waist and presses his forehead into her shoulder.

Her voice cuts off and after a stunned moment she returns the hug, squeezing him hard enough that it's almost like she's resettling him into his own skin. "Sizhui? Are you okay? Was someone mean to you? Tell me who it was, I'll beat them up."

He laughs but it comes out kind of choked. "I'm really glad you're here. Don't be too mad at my father. Please."

Not mad enough to throw herself from a cliff, at least.

She's the only mother he's ever had.

She's not that much older than him, far too young to have had him herself, but she acts like his mother, has treated him like he's always seen all his friends' mothers treat them growing up.

"Oh, Sizhui," she says softly. "Don't worry about me and your father. My relationship with him has nothing to do with my relationship with you, okay? You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay," he says, although he is very much going to worry about it now. He hadn't before, and she'd jumped off a cliff.

"Now let's get you some dinner," she says, stepping back but keeping an arm around his shoulders. "Are you coming, Lan Xichen?"

"No," his uncle says, seeming extremely satisfied for no reason that Sizhui can think of, "You two have a good night."

Lady Xuanyu gives his uncle a suspicious look, but nods and guides them towards the kitchens.