#him when hes being poetic

[starrynightsxo]

"Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway."

- Cardan Greenbriar, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[cloudstarcats]

YOU WERE WRITING POETRY IN MY REBLOGS BRO. I SEE YOU!!! I SEE YOU!!!

ajsdkashdkjahsdkja yeah lol, I love ur post and thinking about ratio's love for humanity/life vs his desire to be recognized for his genius makes me sentimental af about him,,,

the push and pull of wanting to test the limits of the universe that he holds back not because he doesn't think he could accomplish it but because to do so would shatter the line he has drawn between his own self and the life he wants to keep out of harms way. Is is so much of a doctor, knowing that he could push past the boundaries of humanity yet to do so would discard the very thing he swore back when he first learned medicine, "Practice two things in your dealings with disease: either help or do not harm the patient"

And he is such a man of principle, a man who sticks to what he believes to be true, to himself, that to cross that line and break that oath would render him the greatest fool in the universe.

And it must weigh on him some nights, like all choices weigh on a person, when he thinks of a way to solve a problem but knows that to do so would cost him his entire sense of self. To wonder why he can not be like the other geniuses, who create so much, but then to almost be upset with himself for even thinking that to be like them would be better, to disregard the feelings of others, to put yourself on a pedestal above the crowd in a way that is done not to be a leader but to be separated, divorced, from the public-

Herta does not teach on her space ship, she leaves her scientists to think of her as their own god, to worship her- Ruan Mei leaves her sentient creations behind, she tests them with knives when she knows they can feel pain-

Ratio could never do such a thing. Ratio spends his time as a teacher, though he is seen as the professor many want to avoid- there is no doubt that he teaches. He shares his knowledge, he provides a space for growing minds- he is not harsh because he does not care, he is not harsh because he sees his students as beneath him- he is harsh because they are students, and to learn is to struggle; to not be hard, to not push them, he sees that as his failure.

How could I ever hate him? How could I hate a man who does a job that perhaps harder then just spending his days on trips and researching in a lab- how could I hate a man who years to cure ignorance because he truly wants to improve the world, how could I hate a man who loves so deeply that it is the sole reason he will never be recognized by Nous; the being who has no room for caring in it, who will never cast his gaze on Veritas Ratio, though the man has done enough to deserve it.

How could I ever hate him? He who welcomes anyone willing to learn, who encourages thought, who cares. So much. And who suffers for it, in his mind, unaware that what he lacks is minimal to what he has; his burning love for life.

[true-blue-sonic]

You ever think Espio gets mad because Charmy thinks Shadow is the coolest person alive but when Espio does the /exact same thing/ Charmy thinks he's a loser

Definitely peeved, but he tries to talk himself out of it with "The ninja is not bothered by such attacks on his person, all the ninja cares about is training with no regards for what those leading a less disciplined life think about it" kind of statements. Sourly. Arms crossed. Back turned. The very picture of annoyance, lmao.

That being said, I think Shadow can definitely pull off the Cool Mysterious Competent Person appearance a bit better. Both he and Espio are the Straight Man of their respective party, but Espio is stuck with a highly chaotic manchild and an even more chaotic actual child, and thus he is not immune to participation in the shenanigans. Rouge and Omega meanwhile have far less of a comedic angle to them, and therefore Team Dark as a whole has much less of a goofy vibe to them. And Espio ties all his cool actions heavily to being a ninja: just listen to his quotes when ending a level in Heroes. As such, I do not fault Charmy for seeing Shadow as cooler than Espio, haha!

[gregkinz]

Greg looks in the ‘logistics’ folder before he deletes it obviously but the only thing inside is several long and poetic love letters addressed to Greg from Tom confessing his feelings for Greg

[everythingdestroyingme]

I never thought this would happen. I thought for someone not to leave me, abandon me, I’d have to carve away at myself, like a whittled wooden cube or an amateur’s apprentice’s marble statue.

But here I am, still me, still myself, but with opened eyes and a heart that might just have made space for myself.

I always thought if I were to have a longterm partner, I would need to become something I’m not, pretend to feel something I couldn’t, deal with things I once thought were normal. I’ve found that’s not the case at all.

I never thought I’d feel love. I never thought I’d understand it’s hearts pull. I was comfortable in my aromanticism. I accepted it, and myself. But I wanted desperately, enough to claw at the mud lined walls of the pit I called my home, to find someone who wouldn’t leave me. It didn’t have to romantic, it just needed to last.

Eight months ago I met a boy. I never expected much, boys only really interested me in my head. I’d always imagined myself with a woman because then she’d understand what I couldn’t give her and what I could.

But six months ago this boys told me he loved me and hasn’t let go of my hand.

I met a boy with toasted marshmallows for his eyes and hair made of winter mountain cabins and slow dancing in refracted moonlight. I met a boy whose mind complements mine. Our mouths can jabber on in our sleep in our wake in our new apartment just down the line.

He taught me to love, showed me the motions showed me the rush and the flush and then tender touch of someone who’s world has become yours.

At the end of it all he’s made me understand myself and my feelings more than I ever could. I’m still asexual, I’m still biromantic, and I’m certain I’m still on the aro-spectrum. But I’ve found that one person that showed me what love feels like and I’m more comfortable than I have ever been with myself and who I am.

[licorishh]

Replayed Modern Warfare 3 2011 on Veteran tonight and goooooooood night. Blood Brothers never gets any easier to watch no matter how many times you've done it and the ending really never misses huh

I apologize for the amount of yapping in the tags I reread it all on mobile and started giggling because it went on for so long but eh. Blessed are those who won't shut the freak up and all that

[cogentsummoner]

something abt flustered big might... its just so good

[gazelessmenagerie]

@hxroic-wxlls-rxborn || Mario Olympics

Event: Mirror Match!

Here it was.. the very last game and it was to be a fight to overcome a falsity generated by the own user's capabilities and tactics. Never had he ever come to fighting himself but there was no doubt in his mind as a warrior that he will be the victor.

From upon the ground, the spell had been casted and a form manifested. Shapeless, it observed before it altered it's configuration and carved itself out to match the same set of eyes staring back at him. His tail curled and swayed, soon to be synced up by his apparent close as its tail began to mimic the exact motions in the exact same moment as the original stood there in observation. For what creation could HOPE to match his innate prowess?

HE, in all his ruthlessness, is the Legendary Saiyan.

Shoulders rolled as he began to circle, taking note of how his mirror copied perfectly but how well could it hope to stand against a barrage of attacks? How long will it last until it breaks from his overwhelming power? Broly was undoubtedly used to having things break beneath his fists.

However perhaps he was TOO used to it as without a second thought; he began an onslaught with driving the peaks of his fist at his clone. Match perfectly blow for blow, he felt the intense jolt of battle hardened knuckles meet with equal force. Bone impacted against bone, his fighting instincts flaring with a greater instigation to brutally take one direct blow. Kicking off for distance, the sole of his boot was matched yet again and the snap of his thigh launched himself back at the same time as his copier. The violent lashings of a tail was observed; anger building as a deep snarl exhaled at the mirrored visage of himself.

Pouncing back at his reflection, muscle crashed to muscle as he sought to overwhelm in a grapple. A swipe at a throat caused a collision of hands meeting perfectly in the middle as crushing fingers gripped ferociously and attempted to force the other to yield. Muscle bulked with monstrous strength, veins pulsing with rushing blood flowing hard and fast in a sustained pace derived from his pure blooded heritage. His heart beat like a drum, pushing as lungs grabbed lungful after lungful of air. The ground itself began to buckle and crack from the animosity, tearing apart before the combatants tried to slug one another. Driving his knee into the target of a gut, it was caught once more with his opponent's own without delay.

Trying to throw his foe brought him flung out to the side and scrapping against the floor with a deep groove left in his wake as he snarled. Driving the points of his fingers into the dirt, his powerful frame rose to all fours in a feral manner before he launched back at his doppelganger and collided once more with a vicious shockwave trembling the arena. Caught into another struggle for dominance with a grab, headbutting only served to bring a harsh thwack to his own skull. His head recoiled; pained grimace matched as he reared back. Fire might as well have been snorting out as a tightly packed sphere of ki formed and exploded upon contact with its own foe. The blast launched the two away, hands raking into the ground in an anchored crouch skidding off before another volley of blasts was sent one after the other.

A barrage of explosions obliterated upon the battlefield, casting the ground in a thick cloud of dust as several blows made contact in quick succession. Every attempt to throw his opponent either caught him in a stalemate or careening off to the side. Intense plasmic energy seared at his skin and impacted against his bones as he spat out a glob of red and set his eyes upon the nearby ruins. Its asymmetry could prove useful to catch his double in a lapse but upon execution; his own copied durability proved superior to the terrain as his double easily tore through any number of concrete walls like they were made of paper. Plumes of dust billowed out, vague shapes fleeting around as bright green light shot off and curved around to strike at the back of one another.

Trying to ambush in the thick haze proved as useful as his first attempts, blocked by the same motions trying to hit him back. His own strength had been matched and for once, it brought him to a stall as he heaved lungfuls of air. Crumbling ruins slid down in a tumble, the Broly-sized holes effectively weakening the already perilous infrastructure all around as sight was rendered useless. His nose couldn't detect anything with his own clone. Scarlet trailed down the extent of pinkened fangs, the aches of his body growing greater with the damage sustained and the depletion of energy draining further from the minutes stacked on top of one another.

Could his clone still operate if it couldn't see him..?

Was it based on sight or did it possess his own cunning as well..

No attack came for him.. no advantage of the poor visibility taken as his own heaving breaths and growls could be heard. If that were the case.. it could mean his clone was still mimicking him even now.

For once.. he was stumped on defeating something that actually matched him power for power and tactic for tactic.

However that didn't stop him from attempting as a burst of power burned his hair to a vicious gold and another launch instigated another round of fighting. Every punch was dodged by mere centimeters or blocked outright by its matched counterpart in perfect synchronization. No matter how he approached this obstacle, he was brought back again and again to the same place of being caught in a stalemate. His own power turned against him and his might was proven to be his own failure in achieving the end goal of breaking past mirrored actions to land a single blow without having the same done to him.

The arena lay blow to bits from the overwhelming power as the final minute counted down and the buzzer sounded off to signal the end of the fight. Bearing the extent of his 'self-inflicted' wounds, the Brute of a man snurled his lip and allowed his ascended status to dissipate before leaving with his own glaring frustration at his inability to seize victory.

Result: He is his own Worst Enemy.

[eorzeashan]

Jadus lost his flesh long ago. He can take any form he so chooses, as long as it is warped by the Dark Side; shadow oozes out of the holes in his mask, his limbs elongating, his body a crack in the void. Fear changes him, and fear makes him different than he appears both before mortal eyes and in lasting memory. Fear makes him larger than life-- there is no corner of the psyche he cannot fill, no shape too terrifying he cannot become. He is fear itself, nebulous, changing, twisted, sticky and stinking as oil, a rot in the hive. Jadus is the man who walks among us. Jadus is the thing that walks among men. Jadus is Jadus.

[constantvariations]

As fun as it is to dunk on Griffon, I think it's also important to remember how he saved and constantly looked after V for his entire existence. Vergil would never have returned without the compassion of his nightmares

[haruichi-mamiya]

HE JUST WANTED TO LIVE MAN

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

My heart is soooo full of love guys

[pastafossa]

I kinda want the man in white to be killed by a pack of wolves. Like ya'know, show him what a wild animal really is.

I don't want to spoil anything but let's just say I have a very painful death planned for him that will basically hit upon everything he fears and hates, down to the point where even his molecules will be forced into a wordly purgatory, one created by his own hubris.

There will be no escape for him.

[kodokugumon]

the fact that so many child abuse laws are like "its not child abuse unless it leaves a lasting mark" is so fucking crazy to me. You can hit a kid as long as your fists weren't closed and you hit them light enough