#felt a little poetic

[burdock-root]

just arrived to mexico for the first time, and then history tried to repeat itself.

[pencap]

GREEN

i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones.

green with envy for all the beautiful things in the world that i cannot hold in my hands or press against my lips or swallow down whole.

green with sick all festering hurts i don't know how to heal and spreading poison i don't know the antidote for and hand-me-down aches i don't know the names of.

green with greed, the yawning void deep in my belly that wants and wants and wants and wants and wants from the day i was born screaming with want.

green with permission: yes please, come here, do as you please. i never did learn how to say no and mean it.

green like plants, like spring growth and summer leaves like basil and mint on kitchen counter tops like haworthia and pothos and monstera.

i am green green green down to my breath and blood and bones—

but maybe someday i will learn to hold the whole rainbow in my body.

- by sylvie (j.p.)

[aeriona]

Catching Firefly Squids.

An Inkling chasing her tail.

Who glows the brightest?

(I recommend opening this up in a higher resolution cause Tumblr ate the quality for breakfast and made the bioluminescence hard to see)

[gooopy]

I almost sewed a spare button on my shirt with matching brown thread. Realized that thia shirt has traded hands dozens of times, a thrifted shirt with holes and worn out velcro. I used sky-blue thread to sew the button on, and i hope when the shirt trades hands again the next owner likes it. Id like to mend the holes soon

[kentocidal]

thinking about 18/19 year old me who said “i am built on anger. i have never not been angry. i am so angry all of the time, i will never be able to let it go. i am unlovable. i will watch the world grow around me and i will stay here, alone, unforgiving, refusing to budge in my desire to mourn what could have been.”

oh, you sweet thing. you have no idea. it will get better in time.

[d-issent]

Yeh but,

like I said before; surely Duke and Smudger didn’t just bicker constantly, if Smudger’s build date was 1885 (and then arrived on the Mid Sodor in 1897 give or take) he would only be 6 years younger than Duke, they’d be in the same generation for lord’s sake.

And like; according to the RWS, Stanley was converted into a pumping engine in 1928, and I’m guessing Smudger would’ve been turned into a generator around the same time, maybe after; (double whammy for the manager) so he and Duke would’ve been working together for about thirty goddamn years i’m,,, Surely, they didn’t dislike each other for three feckin decades, like maybe at the beginning, opinions and personalities may have clashed but Duke isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t have doggedly refused to try and settle differences, Smudger might’ve taken a little longer to stop trying to get under Duke’s skin but - come on, t h i r t y years.

Sure grudges can be held for a long time but they would’ve both been young ish, perhaps Duke wasn’t quite as uppity, and maybe Smudger never grew out of his recklessness but I can’t see that one thing dictating how Duke saw him altogether, that would just be ridiculous, and childish.

My point is: They had to have been friends. Even if they were the “bicker constantly but couldn’t do without the other,” type friends. And Smudger’s conversion into a generator was either something that Duke completely repressed, or was rewritten in his head so many times as a coping mechanism that it eventually turned into the story that he told to Stuart and Falcon x years later.

[gavfleetout]

I’m at a point where I really want to re-read Septimus Heap again, but I also don’t. It’s not so much that I’m worried about the books not holding up, it’s just that I know it will never be the same.

I reread Septimus Heap a million times in grade school, checking out the next one as soon as it was available at the school library. And while I can get a new copy, i know it won’t be the same. They won’t feel as heavy in my hand anymore, the covers won’t be scratched and worn away by the traces of all the kids before and after me.

I remember I used to wrap myself in a blanket as my “wizards cloak” and pretend Magyk was my very own wizards spell book. It wasn’t like Harry Potter, which I could talk with friends about. For some reason Septimus Heap, despite being in the schools library, felt like it belonged just to me, like the world and characters and the pages themselves were designed to bring me in and make me feel safe and whole.

The Septimus Heap books probably meant more to me when I was in fourth grade then they will now, and for some reason I feel like rereading it will damage the memories I have of reading them. I don’t think I’ll find the books bad, I just don’t know if they’ll mean anything beyond some heavy nostalgia, and I’m not sure what I want to do either way yet.

But I do think that when you know a book well enough and have read it enough times, eventually you are no longer rereading, you are simply remembering a story whose lines are so ingrained in you they are a part of your soul.

[fishwitthouteyes]

Stare into the mirror until you change,

You won't.

[astranauticus]

i have an exam tomorrow but i know my brain won't know rest until i post this. anyway i just looked up the lyrics to 超度我/set me free by floruitshow and i just. have to inflict this song onto other people it is so robits

(real quick one thing i will say is please listen to the song, i once described floruitshow as 'the perfect combination of classically trained and a little bit insane' and this song is 100% that vibe. like i cant promise you'll like it but i can promise that it probably won't sound like anything else you've heard before)

Also I'll only be translating the verses because the chorus is literally lines straight from the Diamond Sutra and explaining those is above my paygrade

(Verse 1)

来不及 There's no time left 最后一句想你来不及让你知道 No time left to say to you my last 'I miss you' 再也回不去 We can't ever return 那个有彩虹出现的下午 to that afternoon when the rainbow appeared 再也感受不到你温度 I won't ever feel your warmth again 如果你留我在梦里 If you left me in my dreams 我会放弃呼吸 I can give up my breath 请 超度我 Please, set me free

VR-LA during/after MR-SN's death?? reflecting on all the things he never got to say, all the things they never got to do because they never got enough time together, 'i can give up my breath' all that time VR-LA spent alone on that empty ship fighting the thoughts of leaving it all behind.. (yells)

(Verse 2)

对不起 I'm sorry 不经意就在你的影子里活下去 It's so easy to live on in your shadow 我不在意 But I don't mind 不过是白日梦里一瞬息 It's nothing but a moment in a daydream 为何还起念动心 Why does my heart still stir? 怪你名字太熟悉 It's all because your name is too familiar 当我是一花一叶一春木 if I pretend I were a flower, a leaf, a spring sapling 可否回到世界之初 Can I return to the beginning of it all? 请 超度我 Please, set me free

Y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. or how he spends s2-s3 haunted by his old crew ('live on in your shadow' owwww). 'a moment in a daydream' VR-LA seeing MR-SN in overclock... being stuck in the horrible horrible headspace of the Zuggtemoy curse and finding comfort in this snippet of the captain he can barely remember.. 'your name is too familiar' i mean just look at the wish speech! he says it better than i ever could, it's getting the old crew's names from maxim that really sets VR-LA off on this whole journey to find them because even after the everything just their names is enough for him to remember how much he loved and still loves them!! augh

(Outro)

我的执念 万千千千 My obsessions, hundreds and thousands 放不下地 放不下天 I can't let go of the earth, I can't let go of the sky 我把红线折折剪剪 I cut and fold at the red strings 落入凡间镜重圆 I fall to the mortal realm to seek reunion

Again, y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. but also the last two lines as being MR-SN's POV, the 'red strings' being a reference to the red strings of fate (strings that tie lovers/soulmates together... aaa), MR-SN (or well, Mystra, I guess) literally defying fate so that they can meet again. 镜重圆 here is likely referring to 破镜重圆, a phrase that directly translates to "mending a broken mirror" and basically refers to couples (generally romantic) reconciling/reuniting after a breakup/some kind of separation which... i mean yeah thats literally just 3.7 huh. MR-SN coming back from the dead to give VR-LA closure and catharsis. anyway i'm gonna go lie on the floor now

[journeytodrawiii]

Birth of Maddening

Inching from madness clutching the dress, before me on the ground, the intimate swirl, the cluttered mess. Ripping from my eyes , pearls buzzing as flies. Why shy away, fumble and hide? Why not give in, sinking deep into murky tide?

- Lorelei (@journeytodrawiii )

[delicatetaysversion]

so I was thinking this since yesterday because of these tags on the webweave

and this one came after that

and it made me think like what if. what if. it's actually not that deep it's just me who's so emotionally attached to this piece of media because i have known it for this long and it's my coping mechanism.like what if that second person watches jjk and doesn't connect with them like this and they end up hating it because i gave them hope and i made it deeper than it is💀

i am so mad at your brain for spiralling down this road because all i can think is OMG!!!!!! YOUR WEBWEAVE IS SO AWESOME PEOPLE WANT TO WATCH THE SHOW JUST BECAUSE OF SOME PICS AND QUOTES GLUED TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!! also pls i love the first tags so cute with DO ANOTHER!!!!

[pauking5]

no matter how much i try to avoid it, the blue imagery always comes out whenever i write enishi. his life story is blue, sadness woven so deep through every gaping hole of his memories. his aura is blue, dark blue when he needs to be ruthless and unforgiving, but a lighter shade of blue when something makes him feel like a person rather than a killing machine. his eyes have that blue rim on the edges that might speak of his insanity and urges, but at the same time they make him human, with a thousand different layers underneath. just like any human for that matter.

but as blue as he thinks he is there's something about him. the blood that runs through his veins, red and warm. the fact that his heart beats for something other than revenge and violence.

[ronanlynchbf]

basically there's been a void inside of me since i was 6 and that's what's wrong with me.

[pussypopstiel]

Finished fall of the house of usher 👍

[wifegideonnav]

ran into my ex best friend today. so that sucked.

[indecisiveaesthetic]

Man to write is to be vulnerable isn’t it.

It’s to say “Here is a piece of my soul. Don’t be fooled by how beautifully it’s wrapped. Inside, I am unraveling”