i wrote a sonnet for you

Sonnet 58

Did anyone catch that when Sherlock and Mary are talking in Morocco, Sherlock mentions that there are 58 techniques you can use to narrow down personality differences?

WELL GUESS WHAT.

Sonnet 58: “In this poem, the speaker complains of the beloved’s voluntary absence, using the occasion to outline a more general lament against his own powerlessness and the indifference of the young man.” (wikipedia)

Welcome to hell, kids.

You know how everyone thinks James was as oblivious as Harry to everything? I’m so into this I love oblivious James that stumbles on wolfstar and is amazed and when did this happen???

But you know what? somewhere in the books i believe it’s said that Harry is a lot like Lily, personality wise. So can you imagine oblivious Lily?

She only notices James is mad about her when at the end of sixth year he shouts he loves her in a rage. 6 years of annoying the fuck out of her and her friends and she just thought he was an idiot but he was actually trying to get her attention (in the wrong way) so for the whole summer she thinks about it and decides to give him a chance and James’ like “Really, Lily you didn’t get the picture when I WROTE YOU BAD SONNETS?!” — “I thought you were trying to annoy me! or embarrass me!”

Doesn’t understand wolfstar is a thing (and tries to set them both up with some friends) until they have a row and Sirius is staying on their couch for the night and Lily’s like “What are they arguing about now?” and James just answers without thinking “Sirius thinks Remus’s sleeping with someone” and she’s “why would Sirius care about who Remus’s sleeping with” and James looks at Lily like he can’t believe she’s so oblivious and to the most obnoxious queer couple of London too. “They’ve been married for years!” he shouts and she would still be like “but why is HE on our couch if he owns the flat?”

Lily not realizing she’s pregnant until she’s like 4 months in because her period’s always been all over the place and she thinks the morning sickness is because she’s not a good cook and James is even worse and then she thinks it’s the flu and then the Potters die and she faints at the funeral because those two were the best in-laws ever and she loved them so much and she hasn’t eaten for the whole day and then she wakes up in Mungo’s with a very angry healer and 3 shell-shocked boys about to become father, godfather and weird uncle.

I love oblivious Lily so much omg

Your body clanks against my memory, waking me from the switchblade routines, grey asphalt rattlesnakes, bumper rhetoric, cheap air corroding, dead eyes driving sedans-depressing. I remember a night gone cosmic, when you arched me into the center of the sky and I grasped a piece of quantum and creation spark, realizing I had never given myself until then. I miss your sharp unyielding fragrance, the way you’d bite my tongue and nearly draw blood. We are both of us nearing the end of the sonnet we wrote together, and I cannot abide. I can cope with torture. I will cope. What is it a poet does when he does not want a poem to end? He tears his fibers and pours his blood and keeps going.
—  Stimie
les amis as things i have posted on fb that my parents have probably read and i will live in shame for the rest of my days
  • Enjolras: ♚♡⚔ follow for more Soft Revolution ⚔♡♚
  • Combeferre: im that kid that wasn't really into pokemon but still bought a book abt pokemon to read up on them in case there was an emergency
  • Courfeyrac: send help i've started doing finger guns at inanimate objects
  • Jehan: so I wrote a sonnet just to prove to myself that I could write a sonnet if I wanted to
  • Feuilly: all of you people are so great you know it's really rude leave some of the goodness for the rest of us
  • Bahorel: "rhode island don't play," i say as i slurp raspberry iced tea through a straw
  • Joly: aw ye check out these ILL BEATS *coughs rhythmically*
  • Bossuet: friends romans countrypals lend me your money
  • Grantaire: ur not a /real/ artist if u dont spend at least a day a week facedown on the floor wallowing in self pity. boy howdy. dicks out for diogenes
  • + Bonus Marius: last century courtship for straight people who are secretly 60 years old and married
  • + Bonus Bonus Gavroche: no moral ambiguities past my bedtime
Mason?

I know this seems quite odd to ask of you, 
But I think that it could be a good thing.
It isn’t something that most people do, 
Between us, though, this feat could really sing.
We’ve known each other for the longest time,
Well, really, it’s only been two short years.
And though the world has not exactly “rhymed,”
We’ve stood together and faced many fears.
So since we met, it’s been a wild ride,
But I know that it wasn’t all that bad.
We’re close enough that there’s nothing to hide,
And, when I ask this, I hope you’re not mad.
So, Mason, could you please say this to me?
Please say that you would be my QPP?

( @veryundecisive )

anonymous asked:

do you think we'll get a shakespeare quote in tfp? in t6t we got "by the pricking of my thumbs" (macbeth, a tragedy) and in tld we got henry v (a history), following this pattern, if we get shakespeare in tfp, it might be from the only remaining genre of plays he wrote? which was romance/comedies? Counting On That Romance Lol

i’m uneducated in the way of shakespeare but if it was something gay like idk hamlet or sonnet 57 i’d bust a nut

I’m not free-styling; I’m too old. I wrote you a sonnet instead.

My wife’s the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one -
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.

We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until they’re finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised - not one day.

This show is proof that history remembers.
We live through times where hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall and light from dying embers;
Remembrances that hope and love last longer.

And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love
Cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story.
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.

— 

Lin-Manuel Miranda’s acceptance speech for Hamilton for Best Original Score at the 70th Annual Tony Awards

This was incredible, honestly.

I’m not freestyling, I’m too old. I wrote you a sonnet instead. My wife’s the reason anything gets done. She nudges me towards promise by degrees. She is a perfect symphony of one, our son is her most beautiful reprise. We chase the melodies that seem to find us until they’re finished songs and start to play. When senseless acts of tragedy remind us that nothing here is promised, not one day, this show is proof that history remembers. We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger. We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer. And love is love is love is love is love is love is love and love cannot be killed or swept aside. I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story, now fill the world with music, love, and pride. Thank you so much for this.
—  Lin Manuel Miranda accepting the Tony Award for Best Original Score
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I don’t know why I find it so difficult to express my feelings to you. Even though we’re far apart I can see you as vividly as if you were here with me. I said I’ll miss you and I do. As Shakespeare more ably wrote my sentiment in Sonnet 47. “Thyself away art resent still with me; for thou not father than my thoughts canst move, and I am still with them and they with thee; or, if thy sleep, thy picture in my sight, awakes my heart to heart’s and eye’s delight.”

I’m not free styling – I’m too old. I wrote you a sonnet instead…
My wife’s the reason anything gets done.
She nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one.
Our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us until they’re finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us that nothing here is promised – not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers.
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall and light from dying embers,
remembrances that hope and love last longer.
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love
– cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa’s symphony.
Eliza tells her story.
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride.
…Thank you so much for this.
—  Cit. Lin-Manuel Miranda
12 June 2016, accepting the Tony for “Best Score in a Musical” for Hamilton: An American Musical.
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@ghostyreader-of-tyria wrote the dialogues and I am responsible for the drawing and the trash ship!

I ship The Luminate and Lazarus and I’m not sorry!

Here’s the whole sonnet just in case you can’t read it on the drawing :

“Oh Illuminate your beauty is a shining light,
Your golden armor, oh how it gleams,
I have no desire for us to fight,
Your beauty has no comparison it seems!

By dire straits we did meet,
And oh did your rejection burn,
But as our foes made swift retreat,
I swore that your love I would earn.

Oh Illuminate your spirit is a shining light,
And as you vehemently did defend,
I fell for your wrathful smite,
As I saw a beauty I could not comprehend!

I swear your beauty would never be forgotten,
Your wondrous golden glow,
And by my actions I shall prove myself not so rotten,
For your scorn brings me naught but woe.

I seek only your dearest affection,
For I could not bear your rejection!”

2016 fic roundup

Tagged by @mearcats !

I don’t usually do these because it’s just been too depressing for the last few years, but maybe I need the kick in the ass.  Here goes (almost) nothing:

Total 2016 Word Count: 8000~
Total 2016 Hits:  None, because I didn’t post these to AO3 until just now
Total 2016 Kudos: Ditto
Total 2016 Comment Threads: Ditto
Total 2016 Bookmarks: Ditto

Links and titles to 2016 works

A Sonnet, By William the Bloody
But My Sorrow Has No Friend
And All Ways Were Alike to Her
Update to Little Sister

——–

Favorite Fic: I guess I’m happiest to have made progress, however small, on one of my WIPs.
Hardest Fic:  All of them.
Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2017?  Not really.  I suck at prompts.
What was the best thing about 2016?  I wrote something.
What was the worst thing about 2016? I didn’t write anywhere near as much as I would have liked to. 

Any last thoughts for 2016? Nothing I can say in polite company.

Goals for 2017:  Write something.  Anything.

tagging @themoonmothwrites @bewilderedsff @spikesjojo and anyone else who wants to do it!

Sonnet for Joanna

“So, were you Mad? La Loca, would you tell
me if you were? Held in the walls, the rock,
of Santa Clara - did you own that hell?”
I ask, as if a crumbling book could talk.

A silence answered - though it was not mine:
six tongues and talent, music, manners, art,
til men of power suddenly inclined
to speak of tragic health - you’d played your part.

From Queen to cloistered, trapped by those who thought
that they by right of blood ought hold the throne.
They wrote you mad, and in so writing bought
posterity, while caging you alone.

Perhaps I’m wrong, and all my questions moot;
yet still, how would I bear the trusted boot?

  • Ron: [picking up one of Hermione's books] Who is this Shack-Peer guy and why on earth did he write a book bigger than Lockhart's Ego?
  • Hermione: first of all its' SHAKESPEARE and second of all he is a brilliant muggle playwright and poet. He wrote amazing sonnets and his words are beautiful. I could never even hope to compare to his genius...
  • Ron: I could. I can write a decent poem. Even about Parkinson!
  • Hermione: [scoffs] I'd like to see you try.
  • Ron: [clears throat] And I looked into
  • the windows of her soul...
  • and said...
  • Bitch...

“write something soft for me, my love. write something sweet and tender and true.”

but i never learned how to write softly. words came to me in flames, when my throat was raw and bloody from screaming and paper was all i had left. and the words burned as i wrote them, and it made me feel alive, it made me feel powerful, it made me feel understood.

and i could write you a sonnet, a love song, a story for that first moment i saw you, hands trembling as you asked for my name. but is that all you want? is that all you dream of?

don’t you want more, darling? don’t you want the fire, the raw and the bloody? you don’t want soft, you don’t want sweet and tender and true — you want the depth of it, you want it all.

and that feels like love to me.

anonymous asked:

for the sleepover friday imma send a sonnet i wrote:/ its kinda depressing but i needed to get it out there: shall i compare thee to a fire ablaze? // thou art as transfixing and vicious / smudges of charcoal and a smokey haze / losing to flames my memories most precious / a voice like the sound of crackling wood / ill choke on the breath that escapes with your speech / get burned on ur edges if i just could / willing to catch fire if i could reach / give me warmth at night, washed away the next

day / you are my temporary company / but this time i know you are here to stay / for the lies and words you say to me / burns heal to change how i feel, i forgive you / i swear i mean it this time, forgiven

This is so good! Sad poems are okay too I love this

It’s Self Care Sleepover Friday

Michael Jackson’s Son Shares Heartfelt Poem For Late Father’s Birthday

Michael Jackson’s oldest son, Michael Joseph Jackson Jr. – aka Prince Jackson – lead a series of touching tributes to the late star on what would have been his 58th birthday.

In a brief post shared via Twitter and Instagram on Monday, Prince, who was only 12 when Michael died, shared a self-penned poem for his dearly departed father.

Copyright [Getty/KevinMazur] 

Alongside the moving 14-line sonnet – titled “the Myth, the Legend and the Man” – the 19-year-old wrote: “Happy birthday to the Man who was more than a legend. I love you.”

Prince alluded to the singer’s troubled life in the poem, but also stressed the importance of family; specifically drawing attention to how much he cared for his children before concluding that his father is an archangel.

His sister Paris later re-grammed his post on her own account, adding: “Love this.. proud of you big brother. And happy birthday to the man that means more to us than anything and anyone ever could.”

Copyright [Instagram/PrinceJackson]

Michael tragically passed away of acute propofol and benzodiazepine intoxication on June 25, 2009, after suffering from cardiac arrest while preparing for his comeback concert series, but his legacy certainly lives on.

Michael’s brother Tito took to social media and declared Monday “Michael Jackson Day” in a tweet, which was then followed by an outpouring of tributes to the late icon.

Madonna shared a collage of photos of them together, writing: “Happy Birthday to this wonderful and glorious creature!! The King! Gone too soon!”

Copyright [Twitter/Madonna]

The Jackson family later released a statement, which read: “We’re so touched to see such an outpouring of love for Michael in celebration with your events, pics, posts & thoughts. #MichaelJacksonDay”

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I wrote this girl I like a sonnet about how pretty she is and how I like like her. I gave it to her during passing periods today. At the end of the day, she had her friend give me a note instead of giving it to me herself, which she was like 5 feet away from me. She explained how it was the nicest thing anyone has done for her and she has alot of people in her life and it's hard to talk to everyone. The bottom line was "I think you are a great friend, too".....what did I do wrong?

It’s so hard for girls to flirt with girls - especially straight ones. I’m going to assume she’s straight, because that’s a straight girl reaction if I’ve ever seen one. I could be wrong though, so don’t give up hope.

Unless you’re very close friends with her, I find it’s hard for girls to take your confessions seriously. Girls are naturally very close to each other in a way that makes the phrase ‘no homo’ seem very unnecessary, because they all assume the ‘no homo’ is already in place. It’s all very platonic. So it’s difficult to get it through their heads, you know?

While it might not be quite as romantic, the only way to fight back is to tell her explicitly “Hey, I like you in a romantic way,” and go from there. I wish you luck!

- Em