thas a connection

anonymous asked:

So, Sans, when did you find out Frisk was your soulmate?

Sans sweats a little, pulling at the collar of his sweater.

“…she was eleven. i, uh… didn’t like ‘er much, when she was runnin’ around, changin’ monsters’ minds ‘bout tha war and killin’ humans and shit. kinda figured her for tha kinda human we’d been taught ta hate. the kind that hated us too. figured she was jus’… lullin’ us, honeyed words… that stuff. …when she made it ta tha judgment hall, i was waitin’. had watched her spare ‘em all, every single monster that had tried ta kill her, over and over. i didn’t understand. i was pissed. who did she think she was, huh? stealin’ our war an’ our freedom by livin’, refusin’ ta give it up and die already. the others, even my bro, were too soft ta do it. they all became friends with ‘er. she tried it on me, too. ‘let’s be friends, sans,’ she said ta me. ‘we don’t hafta fight’. …i killed her. right there, with a smile on mah face.”

He fell silent, looking away and clutching at his chest.

“…killed me, ta see her soul shatter. literally. felt tha connection, moment i saw it. an’ watchin’ her die, knowin’ it was me that killed her? my soul split. thank tha fuckin’ stars for resets.”

He chuckled ruefully, shaking his head.

“she didn’t like me much neither, after that. wouldn’t talk ta me for months. wouldn’t offer ta be my friend again for years. i tried ta make it up ta her. stubborn woman… stubborn, beautiful, smart woman… i’m real fuckin’ lucky she decided ta stay. that she thought more a us than we deserved. otherwise… i’da never seen her again. wouldn’t have my angel… wouldn’ta had her. nothin’.”

@hungrycelestial Readin poetry can create new neural pathways in tha brain. Tha act of perceivin new information creates a connection (which could b as simple as seein a metaphor & realizin
how tha two objects are connected).

Honesty & tryin to find new ways of expression wit language & form are hand-in-hand. They do not oppose each other as goals. I’m not gona tell aspiring poets 2 stay close to what everyone else has done; because the truth is that every good poet has introduced somethin “new,” somethin refurbished, a way of looking at tha world, or God, or Lov, Etc., like we never had before we’d read em.

Our favorite poets shape us. Their words register wit us Because they are “new” to our brain & 2 our understanding. This is not a encouragement 2 become a “fad” or “niche” poet; nor for anyone to narrow themselves for tha sake of “looking”/“sounding” New at tha expense of authenticity of self.

This is an encouragement 2 b curious about language; 2 seek new forms, new means of language & expression, new ways to connect me-2-you & you-2-me thru only 12 lines. That’s what poetry is about. Connection.

There is joy in findin new ways to express oneself. It’s a positive process. It demonstrates tha flexibility & fluidity of language itself. Also, like.. if we historically wrote as dogs, never wit any exercise of play, then some of tha greatest poems in literary history mite not exist or mite look different. We must play wit our language. Stretch it. Crush it. Take an old word & Re-shape it, till its new. That’s our right as poets, & mayb even our responsibility, 2 push tha limit of language where poetry is concerned.

So, like. Anyways

Both hope and flowers bloom

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: You and Balor have started your courship. Now you just have to get to know each other. Part 3 of a thousand, millions years, part one of which can be found here A.n. There’s a make out in this. So be kind and gentle with me as i don’t usually write such things in great detail.

Tags: @the-geekgoddes @wweobsession1029

Slowly you and Balor begin to get to know each other. It’s a slow process which is mostly achieved through late night phone calls and the occasional hotel coffee date. Your contact at work remains limited, the both of you not wanting to put your relationship out there while it’s still fragile.

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Totally random but I hate how the false narrative about the zamii incident is the one that’s apparently going into the fucking history books.

It wasn’t the damn backlash over the skinny rose fanart that caused all that drama, you fuckasses. The backlash was because of many many pieces of fanart and a collection of tone-deaf tweets, and it didnt even start with the fanart. It started because she was freely associating with a convicted pedophile. (If you wanna talk about how people focused more on the popular fanartist than the pedophile, be my guest)

On her end? She was having trouble in her offline life. Believe it or not? That happens! Perhaps the backlash contributed to her declining mental health, but it was far from the only factor, and it’s downright infantile to act like the drama was a black and white situation of fandom bullying, when it straight up wasnt!

On top of this, you’re being incredibly disrespectful when you recall the story like this, because she specifically requested that people not turn her suffering into some kinda anti SU fandom crusade! If you can’t listen to the damn person you’re defending, you’re doing a shitty fucking job of defending them!

anonymous asked:

Do u ever fear ur being Fake Deep? Edgelord style? i think when u r a creator, an art maker, it is easy to feel that way. i do, so often.

I feel u, but I do think fake deep is this weird apology 4 creating meaning in our lives where it seems inappropriate 2 others, & it’s not. What changed it 4 me is knowin that our fairytales cld absolutely b irrational, constructed, or perishable. Their significance 2 us mite not survive outside ourselves (that is wen perceived or seen by others). But that’s jus fine. & in fact ideal, 2 keep tha secret of ourselves buried in tha backyard wit jus a fraction of it peeking out. We hav 2 retain some mystery ⚡️If U ever feel “fake deep,” I’d jus remember that fake deep connotes insincerity or forced philosophizing, n instead as creators we are drawing tha meaning out of bone, like sucking dope into a syringe & placing it somewhere it might have efficacy, a public vein. & of course not forgetting that creating meaning out of tha mundane or excitable is half of what makes a life Fun! It’s fun 2 construct my world off like, a dead rabbit in tha road & connect it to myself, to see something in it. I think if we did not do this, if we didn’t recreate tha world around us, we would not be creators

Killian wasn’t supposed to be working just yet, the pain in his side lessened by painkillers though the pain in his arm had changed to an annoying itch. People should just try and stop him from trying to get back to work. Ever since Cameron had up and left, Killian didn’t want to leave things to the others, he hadn’t showed them just how to do the administration properly or anything like the sort. No he had to be there.

“Don’t be silly, jus’ c’mere ‘n sit down.” Killian spoke loudly to the company behind him, uncorking a bottle as he took two glasses with his injured arm, wrapped up safely in a sling, turning around to meet the other “ ‘ave a dri– Where’d he go?” Killian raised his better arm, still clutching onto the glasses and bottle before he let out a sigh, looking at the guest he hadn’t been expecting to see, though seeing they were at his bar, he wasn’t surprised either. “We’re no’ actually only open fer another hour, but if ye want? On tha house?”