It’s almost poetic the way Junkrats on opposite teams end up viciously targeting each other. When things get super intense and they’re both in each other’s face, they normally end up killing one another at the same time. And if not at the same time, the payback is fucking brutal. It’s beautiful.
I still miss you but it’s not the same anymore. I won’t call and I refuse to let my hands reach out for you because I have learned the hard way that you are not a place I can rest upon. You were never a safe place for me to reside in and there was nothing sacred about the way you disarmed me if it was only for your convenience. I became soft for you. I lost my fear of stepping out into the open and I did it for you. I never should have. I should have retrieved my heart on the day where all the casualties began to pile up on my side of the battlefield. And even then, in the death of everything good that I used to be, I still found ways to love you. Maybe they weren’t always good. But I did my best. Even from here, years after the soil has forgotten all the blood I spilled there, I am still loving you in the only way I know how- with my hands at my side, a phone call log that doesn’t remember your phone number and a heart that still loves you but has grown too tired to try to make a home amidst your war zone.
Good God the part of this SU episode that hit me the most was how they used Garnet as a visual aid for the kids’ trauma.
Sapphire and Ruby didn’t get specific fears or thoughts, even if that would’ve been very easy to include. Instead, they got imagery that very clearly focused on their reactions and the consequences of flawed coping mechanisms. Ruby is prone to self-destructive hyperfocus on one thought, completely incapable of moving past it. Sapphire is “calm and collected” because she lets thoughts pile up until she completely overloads and shuts down.
With the mechanics of each coping flaw well-established, Ruby settles next to Connie, passing that imagery on to her. Connie was obsessing over the fact that she went into automatic panic mode and attacked that kid (understandably so). She’s scared of herself, and Ruby was there to show how heavily a single worry can weigh on someone so one-track-minded–to the point of both being blind to their partner’s distress.
Sapphire settles next to Steven. The one who’s always okay and always ready to go until he can’t push it aside any longer and completely shuts down. He didn’t even react to their falling to the presumed death. We saw Sapphire’s breakdown with the visual metaphor of that maelstrom of thoughts spiraling in on her like vultures. Now we have a sense of magnitude for what’s weighing on Steven, and how many things he’s been holding back because he doesn’t want to confront them.
Connie’s ready to tear herself apart over one butterfly. Steven didn’t acknowledge the butterflies as they showed up because if he faced one he’d have to face them all, which is far too much.
Garnet was and always is great every time I see her, but wow what a brilliant and gut-wrenching way to show how much these kids need help.
In Sappho’s poem, her addresses to Gods are orderly, perfect poetic products, but the way—and this is the magic of fragments—the way that poem breaks off leads into a thought that can’t ever be apprehended. There is the space where a thought would be, but which you can’t get hold of. I love that space. It’s the reason I like to deal with fragments. Because no matter what the thought would be if it were fully worked out, it wouldn’t be as good as the suggestion of a thought that the space gives you. Nothing fully worked out could be so arresting, so spooky.
Anne Carson, from an interview in ‘The Art of Poetry No. 88′
the difference between sherlock n john is johns like poetic in the classic way where hes trying to find the most beautiful words but sherlock’s very literal and sometimes his words are TOO literal but still endearing but sometimes he says incredibly beautiful things because that’s just the literal truth of how he feels, john’s smile IS like the warmth of the sun
I think the main thing that Pisces struggle with is their tendency to select the most damaged partners, romantically. Oftentimes, they may romanticize or idealize a very broken individual and they could alter their perception of that person by viewing them in a poetic way; they are attracted to poetic tragedies. There is something about people who are lost in life that Pisces finds endlessly intriguing and beautiful, Pisces wants to be the one to guide those people along the way and to act as their guardian angel or their wise savior. Pisces have so much compassion in their hearts that they genuinely may not even see anything particularly wrong about damaged people. Pisces sees the potential in everyone and all they want to do is help and to show that they care. But this is exactly the kind of behavior that allows others to take advantage of Pisces’ kindness and gentleness. And Pisces don’t feel angry if they are mistreated; they just think that each person deserves chances and they understand how difficult it is to be broken inside. From an outsider’s perspective, though, we are easily able to recognize the delusions of Pisces, and their Neptunian energy is definitely apparent. I hope that, with the astrological knowledge that Pisces is aware of, they will begin to realize this pattern and maybe start thinking twice about the people they associate with, especially when it comes to romance. If a Pisces is aromantic, then they will exhibit this tendency with their friends. They will often choose to be acquainted with people who use them/manipulate them, but Pisces will see it as a call for help, and therefore they don’t know that it’s a problem. It’s a very difficult task for Pisces to not be so naive, but I hope that they will start becoming more skeptical.
This may also apply to you if you have a Pisces Venus, a Pisces Moon, Pisces in the 7th House, or a 12th House stellium (although it’s not only limited to these).
Well to those who missed my tweet/draw along to the RoosterTeeth Extra life stream yesterday here’s a recap of the craziness. Unfortunately, I missed probably a fourth to a third of the stream due to work and the fact I hit my 24-hour mark around 5am and only had 4 hours of sleep the night before. However, It was magical and worth it in so many ways. While I’ve been working on not waxing poetic as much, I feel like this calls for a bit.
For various reasons, I was really losing faith in humanity at the beginning of this past week but seeing all the generosity and hilarity unfold during that stream really brought that back for me. It’s the kind of humanity that I love, and enjoy seeing. It’s the one that is unified for a cause laughing and (at times even) singing together to try and help people. It’s the part of humanity that will sacrifice themselves mentally and physically in order to bring a smile to someone’s face. It’s the part of humanity that I’m proud to be a part of. This is a beautiful community, and it has been proven to me time and time again. So, thank you, Jack, Caiti, Miles, Michael, Lindsay, Barbara, Burnie, Ashley, and everyone else involved (cause this list would be fucking long), and thank you to the souls that donated. Thank you, @roosterteeth , not just for the kids but thank you from me, for reminding me that people are good and at the end of the day we can accomplish the impossible together.
As a final note, I also wanted to congratulate Michael and Lindsay, you two are great people and will be wonderful parents.
As a final final note, the incongruity of this long speech, full a feels, being framed against a backdrop of a live stream that had a comedic relief dildo at 2 am CST is not lost on me. It was great. Trust me.
the way in which the lyric “whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams” increasingly builds into an aching crescendo of emotional tension that rapidly spirals out of control is so, so incredibly haunting.
and maybe in a different life,
he doesn’t leave you
and you love with sunshine hearts
and everything is bright.
maybe it could have been different
if you were more forgiving
and he stopped trailing blood,
you opened your mouth less
and he opened his more,
you didn’t love too harshly
and he didn’t throw his out the door.
but this isn’t a different life
and things aren’t different.
it doesn’t matter what could have been.
it only matters that he’s not here
and you’re shaking,
sleeping with a nightlight on in bed
because you’re so scared
of living a life without him.
i’ve been there.
there’s nothing poetic about
the way it feels to cry on the floor.
but sometimes that’s the way life is.
sometimes that’s how you move on.
and you’ve got to move on.
you have to weed through
every part of yourself
until you find the strength to let go.
you can’t keep dreaming.
it won’t change things.
you’ve got to live.
pick yourself up.
smile at the little things.
you have to realize this life
is much bigger than him.
you don’t have a choice.
this is the way it is.
I want to write,” she said,
“So badly. But oh god I am so tired, I am exhausted of trying to put the way you left me into beautiful poetic words. There are only so many blue oceans I can compare your eyes to before I have to stop and admit that regardless of being the prettiest shade of blue I had ever seen, they watched me as I fell apart and they didn’t shed one ounce of remorse. I am so tired of trying to make the way you left me sound like a heartbreak that was beautiful, because it wasn’t. Heartbreaks aren’t pretty, they make you feel like you’ve lost your ability to breathe and there is absolutely nothing poetically beautiful about constantly feeling like you’re drowning.