love-is-not-about

She was romantic, 
perhaps perverted
Love was pouring 
from her eyes
She was too beautiful for her 
own good. 
She was vivid with
her mouth,
and her body
a powerful thing. 
She denied every culture,
and cried holy tears 
to God. 
She was terrifying.
When I would kiss her 
it felt like God
created the world in her mouth. 
I did not know 
how to touch her.
She was a wet woman 
on fire. 
I did not know how the
hell to love her. 
She was too much 
and I hated her for that.
She was too much,
and I loved her for it. 

In her presence I would die.

—  Her Bed Was A Kingdom by Royla Asghar 

anonymous asked:

buck if the avengers were animals what animals would they be???? thank you

i assume you mean based on personality, and not which avengers have been turned into which animals lately.
what has happened to my life that that is even a question i have to ask??

anyway, steve would be a dog. everyone is right on the money on that one; hed be big, fluffy, loyal as hell, appetite the size of rhode island and love to play fetch. and also have the bite power to sever a mans hand if he was so inclined. you would trust him with a baby but also to eat the face off anyone who threatened that baby. well. maybe not EAT. he does have SOME standards. theoretically.

tony would be a raven. reputation associated with death, but personality of a class clown–likes pranks, messing with people, and trying new stuff. dedicated to family and intelligent as hell. chatty. tool user. did you know ravens can people-talk? if they couldnt, im sure tony would figure out how anyways.

nat would be a swan. beautiful, graceful, but at the top of the do-not-fuck-with list in most animals books. mates for life and more loyal than you would think, with a take no shit and no prisoners attitude. i have a healthy terror of swans, as does any sane human being.

clint would also be a dog, but not like steve. hed be one of those scrappy little terrier mutts that descend from a working breed that are supposed to do things like kill rats. just as loyal and smart and fun-loving as the big guys, but makes up for lack of size with pure tenacity. and so scruffy its cute.

bruce would be an elephant. smart and social, with strong emotional bonds, generally calm and compassionate, but never something you want to be standing in front of when it gets pissed. also really enjoys peanuts?

thor would be a lion. content to chill out most of the time, and more social than most cats, but also totally down to throw down on a moment’s notice. pretty smart but not somebody you ever wanna cross. majestic as anything. 

i would be a bear. likes a lot of food in large quantities, and i would love to sit in a river and let dinner fling itself into my mouth. asleep like half of the time. big and badass but generally pretty chill, and smarter than you might think. also a faster runner than you might expect (that’s not really about me, bears can just run at like 35 mph which is a thought to keep you up at night.) and if theres one thing everyone knows about bears, it is that you do not mess with what they are protecting.
also they are opposed to forest fires?? not sure what that has to do with anything, but i guess i can get behind it

  • psychic: *reads my mind*
  • me: Leigh Bardugo is such a genius for including the Comedie Brute in Crooked Kingdom. Not only does it provide the Dregs with a viable way to pull off Kaz's plan, but it also adds elements of confusion, heightened tension, and a sense of near-surrealism to the escape scene. But its real mastery comes from the fact that it serves as not only a plot device, but also a tool for world building. By introducing the reader to this very specific and colorful aspect of Ketterdam culture, Leigh is able to reveal and comment upon the various driving forces behind city that could create a boy like Kaz, especially Ketterdam's highly competitive and dishonest economy, and obsession with deceit and duplicity. I hope that Leigh writes more about the Comedie Brute in future grishaverse novels, because I would love to read about the play in its entirety, or about its origins, popularity, and fiction in Ketterdam society.
  • psychic: what the fuck

anonymous asked:

poetry book recs, kind sir?

ooooooh YES!! 

ok so I’m going to leave out stuff that’s Too Obvious, which means a lot of this is niche (to me) or contemporary, and… I recently had a canary on twitter about how much ~*~modern~*~ poetry GETS MY GOAT. I’m reading a lot of New poets/collections this year purely because I… didn’t really read that much contemporary stuff before, and I thought I should branch out. (so far I’m dubious.) so, yes – obviously Plath, Blake, Hughes, Sappho, Eliot, Keats, Shelley, etc. etc. ad nauseum, The Greats, yadda yadda, here’s some others.

so far this year I’ve read (and ENJOYED - I’m not reccing the ones I wasn’t into/thought were pants, soz): 

  • Letters From Medea by Salma Deera
  • Grief Is the Thing with Feathers by Max Porter
  • Hold Your Own by Kate Tempest (I actually LOVED this) 
  • Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics
  • War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (of YOU’RE SITTING IN A CAR WITH A BEAUTIFUL BOY, AND HE WON’T TELL YOU THAT HE LOVES YOU, BUT HE LOVES YOU fame) 

I’ve also read and loved:

  • Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire
  • The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton
  • The Curse of the Vampire’s Socks and Other Doggerel by Terry Jones
  • Love Poems by Carol Ann Duffy
  • Let Us Compare Mythologies by Leonard Cohen

my personal 10/10 all-time go-tos are:

  • Crush by Richard Siken (despite appearing on every single tumblr graphic between 2011 and 2013, it still gets me in the heart guts)
  • The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy (which I have loved wholeheartedly since I was 17 years old)
  • pretty much any collection of Great War poetry: Up the Line to Death, Men Who March Away, Lads: Love Poetry of the Trenches (the Great War poets are my favourite. like, of all poetry, ever)

my favourite individual poems, as we’re on the subj, are: 

  • ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell 
  • ‘Drummer Hodge’ by Thomas Hardy
  • ‘The Parable of the Old Man and the Young’ by Wilfred Owen
  • ‘Warming Her Pearls’ by Carol Ann Duffy
  • ‘An Eastern Ballad’ by Allen Ginsberg
  • ‘From A Railway Carriage’ by Robert Louis Stevenson
  • ‘Suicide in the Trenches’ by Siegfried Sassoon
  • ‘Dark Sonnet’ by Neil Gaiman
  • ‘Adonaïs: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • ‘Mad Girl’s Love Song’ by Sylvia Plath

finally, a heads up: youtube literally anything by Brave New Voices, sit back, prepare to be Shook. ‘Transcript of Civil Rights’ by Shanita Jackson and Dakota Oder still DESTROYS ME five years later.

THERE YA GO. not much, but not nothing! enjoy!! maybe?!?

Don’t tell me no one would miss you.
Yes, the sun will rise and set every single day and night even without you, and yes, the world would go on.

But don’t tell me your mother wouldn’t set a place for you at the dinner table and then break down crying the moment she realizes. Don’t tell me your dad wouldn’t stare into space wishing it wasn’t true. Don’t tell me your friends wouldn’t sit at lunch and stare at your empty seat or text you even though they know you’ll never respond again. Don’t tell me your dog wouldn’t run to the door every time it heard the car and that your cat wouldn’t stare out the window waiting for you to come home. Don’t tell me your teachers wouldn’t skip over your name on the attendance sheet and hold back tears knowing there’s nothing they can do for you now. Don’t tell me the doctors who tried to save you won’t lay awake at night thinking about how you were one they couldn’t save. Don’t tell me that every time someone drove by your house, they’d feel their heart break. Don’t tell me the person who secretly fell in love with you wouldn’t have every regret in the world. Don’t tell me the newspapers wouldn’t talk about you like a lost hero.

This world needs you.

—  don’t go

Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”

Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.

Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.

—  Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
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Legends of Tomorrow | 2.16

Sara regains her memories.