#poetism

[nwarrior777]

it's too much context but if to be short: stand up comedian from country i was born went into art interest and released a video where too much happening but most epic thing of all is him making a short film with his team

it's fanart on that short film

(a oh here is the link to the video with the film (the film is in very end) - link. It's in ru, no eng translation but. anyway)

[blackbat05]

Sometimes stupid, sometimes smart.

Daniil Medvedev you fucking icon.

[doofsss]

Tbh as satisfied as I am with how Season 3 ended, and how I do want a Season 4 but not necessarily needing it, a small part of me is glad that Hannibal ended the way it did because if it had continue on till the very end, the true ending would've been much more soul-crushing than the one we got and honestly I don't know if I would be able to cope with it lmao.

Like it's pretty clear that a story like Hannibal would not have a happy ending. At most, it'd be bittersweet, at worst, it would fucking destroy all our hearts. The open-endedness and rather hopeful ending of TWOTL is a much kinder conclusion than whatever was originally planned.

[justsalpals]

y'all tempted me into dungeon meshi with things like "creative food" and "cute lesbians" and "panty shots of a hot dwarf dude"

and don't get me wrong, it worked

but you would've got me here much sooner if someone had mentioned the violent poetism of devouring

[apple53-ak]

YORUSHIKA ヨルシカ

yorushika are really that band; really can't put into words how I feel about them. listening to them is like a warm hug after a long day, like looking at the sunny sky full of clouds contrasting against the light blue sky or drinking a cup of coffee with vanilla ice cream or looking at the night sky full of stars.

that feeling of nostalgia, loneliness, happiness, sadness, every emotion. they be making you feel every emotion.

n-buna really knows his way with words, so poetic. I've never seen writers using this kind of poetism in lyrics, so beautiful, heartwarming, that type of loneliness and hopeless feel but at the same time wanting and wishing for a better tomorrow.

suis puts every emotion, feeling in her vocals. literal goosebumps whenever I hear it. those moments when she screams. UGH how do I describe this kind of feeling

[bulletproof-korean]

RM - 들꽃놀이 (Wild Flower) [lyrics+vocab]

Flower field, that's where I'm at Open land, that's where I'm at No name, that's what I have No shame, I'm on my grave 두 발이 땅에 닿지 않을 때 당신의 마음이 당신을 넘볼 때 꿈이 나를 집어삼킬 때 내가 내가 아닐 때 그 모든 때

✿ 땅에 닿다 - to reach the ground ✿ 넘보다 - to covet, underrate ✿ 집어삼키다 - to swallow up

불꽃을 나는 동경했었네 그저 화려하게 지고 싶었네 시작의 전부터 나 상상했었지 끝엔 웃으며 박수 쳐 줄 수 있길 나 소원했었네 믿었던 게 다 멀어지던 때 이 모든 명예가 이젠 멍에가 됐을 때 이 욕심을 제발 거둬가소서 어떤 일이 있어도 오 나를 나로 하게 하소서

✿ 불꽃 - spark, flame ✿ 동경하다 - to long/yearn for ✿ 화려하다 - to be fancy, impressive ✿ 상상하다 - to imagine ✿ 소원하다 - to wish for ✿ 명예 - fame, honor, reputation ✿ 멍에 - a yoke, harness ✿ 거두다 - to reap, achieve

Oh, every day and every night Persistin' pain and criminal mind 내 심장소리에 잠 못 들던 밤 창밖에 걸린 청승맞은 초승달 I do wish me a lovely night 내 분수보다 비대해진 life 저기 날아오르는 풍선을 애써 쥐고 따져 물어 대체 지금 넌 어디에 Where you go, where's your soul Yo, where's your dream?

✿ 심장소리 - heartbeat ✿ 청승맞다 - to be plaintive ✿ 초승달 - crescent/new moon ✿ 분수 - actually has more meanings but here it is: 자기의 처지에 맞는 한도, a limit that matches one’s position, that a person should not go beyond as a human being (Namjoon, I love your poetisms but you’re giving me a hard time here🤣) ✿ 비대하다 - to be omnipresent ✿ 풍선 - a balloon ✿ 쥐다 - to grasp ✿ 따져묻다 - to ask questions

저 하늘에 흩어질래 Light a flower, flowerwork Flower, flowerwork 저 하늘에 눈부시게 Light a flower, flowerwork Flower, flowerwork

✿ 하늘 - sky ✿ 흩어지다 - to scatter, fly about, disperse ✿ 눈부시게 - dazzingly, brightly

그 어디까지가 내 마지막일까 전부 진저리 나, 하나 열까지 다 이 지긋지긋한 가면은 언제 벗겨질까 Yeah, me no hero, me no villain 아무것도 아닌 나

✿ 진저리가 나다 - to be fed up with ✿ 지긋지긋하다 - to be abominable, horrible ✿ 가면 - mask ✿ 벗겨지다 - to be taken off

공회전은 반복돼 기억들은 난폭해 난 누워 들판 속에 시선을 던져 하늘 위에 뭘 원했었던 건지 이제 기억이 안 나 얻었다 믿었던 모든 행복은 겨우 찰나

✿ 공회전 - idling (an engine, left on but not going forward, no-load rotation) ✿ 난폭하다 - to act violently, riot ✿ 들판 - a field ✿ 원하다 - to want ✿ 기억이 나다 - to remember ✿ 얻다 - to gain, get ✿ 행복 - happiness,  ✿ 찰나 - a moment, instant

Yeah, I been goin', no matter what's in front 그게 뭐가 됐건 새벽의 옷자락을 붙잡고 뭔가 토해내던 기억 목소리만 큰 자들의 사회 난 여전히 침묵을 말해 이건 방백, 완숙한 돛단배 모든 오해 편견들에 닿게

✿ 새벽 - late night, early morning ✿ 옷자락 - a train (of a skirt, clothes) ✿ 토해내다 - to exhale ✿ 사회 - society ✿ 침묵 - silence ✿ 방백 - an aside (theatre) ✿ 완숙하다 - to be experienced, skilled ✿ 돛단배 - a sailing boat ✿ 오해 - misunderstanding ✿ 편견 - prejudice  ✿ 닿다 - to reach

반갑지 않아 너의 헹가래 내 두 발이 여기 땅 위에 이름도 없는 꽃들과 함께 다신 별에 갈 수 없어 I can't 발밑으로 I just go 목적 없는 목적지로 슬픈 줄도 모르고 그림자마저 친구로 I be gone

✿ 헹가래 - tossing ✿ 발밑 - under one’s feet, the ground ✿ 목적 - a goal ✿ 목적지 - a destination ✿ 그림자 - a shadow ✿ 친구 - friend

문득 멈춰보니 찬란한 맨발 원래 내 것은 아무것도 없었지 And don't tell me like you gotta be someone 난 절대 그들처럼 될 수 없으니 (Light a flower) 그래 내 시작은 시 여태껏 날 지켜온 단 하나의 힘과 dream (Light a flower) 타는 불꽃에서 들꽃으로 소년에서 영원으로 나 이 황량한 들에 남으리 아 언젠가 나 되돌아가리

✿ 찬란하다 - to be brilliant, splendid ✿ 맨발 - bare feet ✿ 원래 - originally  ✿ 시 - poetry, poem ✿ 들꽃 - wild flower  ✿ 소년 - a boy ✿ 영원 - eternity ✿ 황량하다 - to be wild (as in wilderness) ✿ 들 - a field ✿ 되돌아가다 - to return, go back to

[justacynicalromantic]

The City of Mary

Mariupol

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Exclusive video shots from the Mariupol siege and the song a famous Ukrainian singer dedicated to our beloved City By The Sea.

The sun has risen over Azov. The wind is blowing over the dunes. It's cold, but the sand smells of spring. Eyes has already gotten used to fatigue. Too many reasons for this. I dream of how we will have good times again with you together.

No, ship guns will not break my dream. My heart will never betray my faith. It will stand forever - The righteous City of Mary, As long as the sun rises Over the proud Azov.

The sky is thundering over Azov. The enemy is hitting with cannons. In the evening, even the concrete smells of war. There's no time and no reason To think of what tomorrow will bring. Heart and hands have long been accustomed to battle.

No, ship guns will not break my dream. My heart will never betray my faith. It will stand forever - The righteous City of Mary, As long as the sun rises Over the proud Azov.

We are staying with you. We wrapped ourselves in the darkness, Free lips are clenched in pain. But light will return again even to the deepest basements. The new day is breaking free with a cry.

No, ship guns will not break my dream. My heart will never betray my faith. It will stand forever - The righteous City of Mary, As long as the sun rises Over the proud Azov. As long as the sun rises Over the free Azov. As long as the sun rises Over our Azov.

PS: in the “the sun rises over Azov” the author obviously means the Sea of Azov, on which Mariupol City stands. Due to the flexdibility of Ukrainian language, the sea can and often is called simply “Azov” for short. But, due to same language flexibility, the song line, obviously on purpous, contains a double meaning - a reference to the regiment of Azov, which was named after that same sea, as it was based in Mariupol and defended it to the end with their lives in complete encirclement. So that song line can and should be read with double meaning - “the sun rises over the sea” and “the sun rises over the defenders of the city”. 

It should be noted that Azov name was mentioned all the time back then due to its publicity, but they were not the only ones fighting there - local police forces, the army regiments stationed there were also fighting with them. Some of them I knew personally. For example, I knew and followed on social media a police officer who was born and lived all his life in Mariupol and loved his city - he died in the last days of the siege. At some point during the siege he just stopped twitting and much later his death was confirmed and the body recovered.

PS 2: The City of Mary (Mother of Christ) is not just some poetism - it literally what “Mariupol” means from Greek language. Greeks made the first settlement there many centuries ago, which later became the city we know today. Before the war, modern Mariupol had a very big Greek community.

PS 3: another thing UA lang flexibility allows is animation of inanimate objects and things - which is often used in lyrics and poems for artistic effect. Hence, the song lines like “I dream of how we will have good times again with you together” or "we are staying with you" is the author talking to Mariupol itself.

[andreablog2]

Tbh like the poetism of Elon running this whole campaign abt his free speech needs to be saved and losing millions of dollars buying out a social media company to prove this only to permanently suspend people for impersonating him wo tone indicators is way too good to be true and it feels a cover up for a US intelligence operation that can be blamed on the acts of this egomaniac that history won’t favor in the future. It feels super crazy to say this but I just have a hunch something bigger is going on esp w his connection to Peter Thiel & breitbart/Kanye/trump.

[hihopelessromantics]

OOOH! Definitely interested in your wips. Would love to hear more about these in particular (whichever one(s) you feel like sharing)

(also yes definitely still happily stuck inside this fandom bubble)

will indulge!!! (This is long but it's good to organize my thoughts lol)

I straight up forgot to put the name of this one lol. Meliodas doing dangerous antics is part of my Through the Wall sequel fic, called "Stakeout" which is the one where I have him cooking. I tried to mix in some humor with the angst here. It's basically Stigma Meliodas if Nakaba didn't nerf his intellegence. This one, I'll be feeding you guys soon!! Because I plan to try to finish Through the Wall this Thanksgiving Break, since I started it last thanksgiving break (ambitious I know, but imagine the poetism if I pull it off!) and Stakeout is farther along in its completion than that one. Stakeout is about Meliodas looking out for the TC and his brother from the opposite of the war. The first part is him deciding to try to get them dinner after seeing how worn-down they are, and the second . . . well, he can't exactly leave Zeldris to watch over both the Vampire and Demon Realms all by his lonesome, right? I'm actually really excited for you and @7-ratsinatrenchcoat to see this one in particular when it's finished because I tried to channel the melizabeth energy I liked in your work

This one is named such not cause I wanna name it something bulky (it has a better name! that's the exclusive lore lol) but I'm commited not to spoiling the plot twists in this one. This is gonna be my main gift to this fandom, a spiced up psychological horror rewrite of the whole show with original elizabeths and original adventures for the first and second season (that one is a backstory with Liz!) Plot point collaboration welcome. A bunch of season one, and the plot tiwsts, I made with my good friend zeldriszezinho, and I'm pretty antsy and excited to finally get around to it and present him with the result of our hard work, haha. I actually have a lot of senarios planned both in detail and loosely, just not written down. I'm currently procrastinating on Season 1 Pt. 2 because it's literally 5 or so arcs of content, one for all the sins, and uh. mental energy. So I'm trying to finish up a lot of small projects first just so my mind isn't everywhere. I can't remember if you've seen what I've posted on it so far but here's the masterpost and season one part one! It's on tumblr too! but I went ahead and pressed the space bar like 4 times every indent so it would be normally formatted on A03 sooooo https://archiveofourown.org/works/48567730 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611485/chapters/122618557

3. Ironically, think Rings was another one inspired by you - it's old, almost 8 months by now, and the only reason I haven't published it yet is the second ellie spiraled out of control into her own adventure and I haven't had the time because I've been word vomiting so many other projects into existence. it's half meme format, half usual writing. The second ellie's meme story is complete and the third's just needs its wrapping up of its actual plot, which is simple: an arrogant man thinks his bride is secretly a nutcase, but feels pressured into marrying her because medival times, because she's a sweet and intellegent woman running an orphanage all by herself, and technically he can't do better, and because it would look disasterously on the both of them and destroy his carefully crafted persona if they somehow couldn't make this community-arranged marriage work. So he's "putting up with her quirks." Including the ancient what-looks-like-wedding-rings she wears around her neck, and the fact she genuinely thinks her one-that-got-away lover sold a prized possession to demons. (the significance of these rings is in the stories of the previous two elizabeths). Well. Actually. He steals them while she's distracted with wedding planning. It doesn't go well for him from there.

Let me know your opinion: should I try finishing the third ellie and then publishing it? I can always go back and make a full story out of "purple ring" ellie + friends later.

Basically, the purple ring's story is as thus: Meliodas decides he needs to rest, "REALLY rest", since his emotional stress is beginning to affect his demon biology in a bad way, and voluntarily coma-tizes himself for a while. He wakes some time later only to find out Elizabeth and her new 'family' have been considering him as their good luck charm. (Maybe even more than one Elizabeth has passed by now. Probably the apothecary he visits figures out what Meliodas meant to do and goes to fetch him, too late, and looks after him . . . see, that could be a whole OTHER story in itself. anyway.) He's a "good luck charm" because his demon aura has been disgusing the magical signature of her druid family, not that they've figured this out. Meliodas tries to get up and run away with an injured Ellie but surprise surprise he hasn't quite recovered from what his body and mind has been through, and the combination of that and the drugs has left him critcially weakened. He actually collapses falls down a small cliff with her. Ellie assures him they've gotten far enough to shake off the people who are searching for her, that it's okay. Moreover, she understands more or less what he's going through, since she lost her leg a while back. They reuinte with Ellie's little "siblings," druid children the family has rescued along their journey.

Later ~ the main organizers of their group are shocked to return to their isolated cabin to find that not only have all the children survived the winter, and possible clashes with whoever's been hunting them for decades, but there's one extra child! And a talking cow. (I haven't decided whether some of these people are semi-antagonsists.) Meliodas's condition never improves (angst angst <3) but he takes up the task of looking after the kids alongside Elizabeth anyway- especially when she and the others are gone, working or otherwise. Oftentimes he and the spunky talking cow go on adventures in the forest or in town, collecting herbs or materials for crafts and toys. She carries him, Hawk-style. I can't remember her name but it was a silly one, and he saves her life once with his wings. He's also fought away intruders once while the 'adults' weren't home with Full Counter, being able to stand for long enough to use it before collapsing.

In this iteration, Meliodas recieves his ring from his new 'siblings' as they say that "it's the same color as the magic you used to protect us." Referring to the times he's used his demon magic around the house, and, unknowingly, to the fact his very presence has been the only thing keeping them safe from raiders on more than one occasion. Throughout it all Meliodas struggles with having to be the one cared for for once, and not being able to be the muscle of this group that so clearly would benefit from him being his 'usual' self. While his siblings think he's a genuine gift from God, and are more than happy to look after him as he does them, trading stories between them and cuddling up like he truly belongs, adult members of the family never take a shine to him and resent him somewhat, even perrfering when he was comatose. There's more (and more angst) but I should probably say less.

4. (TW: this one gets DARK with the demon brothers angst) modern fantasy ireland boarding school au" is actually another gift for @gh0stofyesterday, who can't escape me, from back in like feburary or something lol. It's an angsty modern-day genderqueer demon brothers and genderqueer elizabeth. Basically Meliodas tricks his snooty father into letting him and his brother (who's not technically old enough but academically girlboss yourself outta that condundrum zeldris) go to boarding school in his deceased mother's home country, where Meliodas plans to study interior design (he's gonna design the boar hat himself <3) and, against his father's wishes, join the gymnastic team. Little does he know that his online friends in his tween gymnastics discord server or whatever (The TC) are also going to end up there. ( I have the scene where they realize he's not the snooty daughter of the DK ceo and actually their Captain planned out already actually. they realize it when he beats the snot out of some guy that chases zeldris through the gymnasium lol).

Other plot points include! Elizabeth and Meliodas have a secret online romance as "Study buddies" and plan to perform a ceremony to use whatever their magic is unsealed to share a bit of that magic with each other, as a kind of marriage ceremony (peak 14 year old romance lol). Meliodas and Zeldris learn (originally Irish) sign language in order to communicate without their father snooping. Cusack and Chandler deal with being technical slaves to the Demon King and attempt to parent their protegees in more important ways than teaching them fencing, keeping their secrets, and buying them things. Gelda explains she never cuddles with her sisters for emotional support, Zel and Mel feel sorry for her . . . then figure out they are touch-starved and probably need therapy for that too. Hot springs date. Zel discovers Mel has been cuddling him while laying on his side specifically because there are fresh child abuse wounds across his back. Meliodas commandeers his gymnastics coach's coaching authority and starts an underground fencing ring upon being told he can't do that (we go to school in a castle! c'mon!). Zeldris tries to deal with a ginger-haired kid who seems equally hellbent on being his friend as he is his school rival. Depending on how dark I'm gonna make this, you might even get to see a prolouge where Zeldris forgoes a plan to murder - suicide his brother following his mother's funeral after meeting a small Gelda at the playground. Oh, and the DK having to fidgit uncomfortably in court. This one is basically a for-fun daydream, but a pal volunteed to beta it for me so it will eventually get written up for you all!

[arachnophobic-larantula]

A little mutual-warming gift! You give off poetism so thought it should be this one. 😁

OMG thank you soooo much Emily 😊

Not sure about poetism 😅 this requires skills I haven't discovered yet. Until then, be ready to get disappointed. Actually, this disclaimer applies to any of my posts 🤣

[memoriae-memento]

Ah, hello - poetism at it's finest!

Messy, nonsensical balls of words left on the ground like a long forgotten relic. It's amazing how different things can seem when seen through the lens of a different time. Times that you can hardly recall... it almost feels like speaking to someone else.

Ah, am I better now? Hm, probably not. More frivolous, more lackadaisical, more aimlessly wandering through the willows. I've learnt not to feel so strongly now - it's better, you see. It's easier. It's kinder.

Even so, sitch report - I'm currently stranded in no man's land! And I can't really bring myself to care about it. Not much, not enough... not yet. Because I can't see anything ahead of me - nothing that I'd be content with, anyway.

I don't want to go anywhere, even though I know the ship is sinking. Will, eventually sink. But right now, all I want to do is to sink with it... even if that haunts me too.

[your-sleep-paralysis-demon]

goob

truly achieved next level poetism. goob indeed.

[suenitos]

you have literally never been normal in your entire life. also I keep thinking about it fuckkkkk like the unending cicle of dnf being "you led me where I wouldn't have gone on my on" and "you gave me streght to keep walking" LIKE THE INHERENT POETISM OF WALKING TOEGETHER YOU KNOW.

I hope we both die shut UPPPPPP 💔 “I’m on your back // if you walk out on me I’m walking after you”…… “I’d walk to you if I had no other way”…. "sabes que estoy a tus pies"...... “because you’re mine, i walk the line”…..

[vasiliquemort]

I just thought of something, what's your favorite type of fashion or style? We all see and love your gothic art works and learned about what some of your favorite bands are, but what about style! Does it also impact how you dress and style your ocs?

Hello! It's so delightful and beautiful and gorgeous to see you again!!<зз

Oh, um, and it's really basic o/////o I got used to the way how physical and mental situations shaped me not in a person that I would like to be, but the one I needed, and it touches a lot my ways - both of lifestyle and, um, personal design. While I growed up there was a specific way from punk grunge into vintage traditionalist - it was both more affordable and helped me to feel mellowed and in-line with other people, but it turned out to be unreliable in mental and physical way - it didn't helped me to feel on my place and be the way how I was actually intended, I think.

I tried to look more grown up and feminine that I truly am - conservative dresses of knee-lenghth and restrained colors (dark blue and greys mostly, models that was intended for mid-aged women for their oficial places), low heels, vintage ukrainian jewelry, low buns as the way how I did everyday, and makeup that probably wasn't needed but helped me to work with image. It was my high school and I feel that I both tried to overcompensate the female image in my family and to have approval from older figures in my life rather than actually have fun and try to express myself.

Now I feel a lot more comfortable with my way of living - chaotic, not so active but restrained to constant physical work and movement. I flew along with household problems, labor over land and taking care over constant renovating and caring for resourses - all in one day sometimes so I am more industrial type of person with occasional ukrainian poetism o/////o Lots of olives and greys and dark ivory - with strong bending towards that historical militaristic movement, which is both cringe and poetical for current time, I feel, and with additions of vyshyvankas, strands of clay beads and braided tightly hair (not now - water supply is lower each month so I cut it off into short bob). As fluid as I could be at this moment, I feel, too - the more I can put invitation into character rather than social representation, the more true and comfortable I feel myself. Most of my upper clothes details are now stained in equal parts in sooth, chain oil, mordants, paints and polishes of different kinds, - not of soil, still, as I am not a gardering type of worker at all, - and I think that I smell how my uncle used, too - metallic and dusty, with sharp tones of masculine products (founded out that it soothes me a lot). Generally unwelcome type - just as I am currently o////o It doesn't bother me, still - it works in harmony with the way how I feel and see myself, and how world treats me, and it's the main thing, I feel.

It's so cringe but - Karl Heisenberg design? It's so nice and relative and feels so terrible because I know how it feels (oily and sticky for the work clothes - washed or not) and smells (like me but a hundreds times worse) but it's the easier way to describe in shorter term. Being so openly agressive for view, unbothered for the way how way life treats you (at this moment all my personal belongings works both for my home and forest and basement or garage, since anytime my place of living may be changed - and it is, occasionaly<з) and still show ego in the way how it shapes your character. And generally it's that specific industrial-military aesthetic of 30s and 40s, which is terrible in historical context and shapes your mental health in a potentially dark and harmful way of responding to yourself, but it works for the current meantime in the way that leaves me sane and productive in wartime. I treat things like they are my relatives (in the same way how in our family we wear clothes and personal belongings of deceased for years), they are cheap and have a history before me but we all in this together and we are responsive and assimilated to our needs and situations, and it gives me a place of sane comfort. It helps a lot, too, how affordable and mainstream tactical and work clothes are in my country for the current time - it's like a place of solitude in ravaging storm.

I am not sure if it does or not impacts the way how I draw my characters o/////o It's a lot (endlessly so) more poetical and fantasy and gothic that I might ever be - it has the relative gloom and dropped mentality, but the entirely different places of spectrum. I think its the rightful way for me, still - to be both artistical and grounded, both withdrawn and binded to the reality. There is too much of things that happen in my current life - to always swing from one side to another makes me at the same time exist in constant stress but being in harmony with it. Something like that o/////o

Thank you so much for your message!<зз

[georgecunt]

that song still makes me so so sad when cgnf Like what did you dream.......... the inherent poetism of cgeorge falling asleep on one of the most important day of his life and being haunted by Dream and dreams....

ooohh my george :(

im going to do some lore posting give me five mins

[darkacademiaclassics]

we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for