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American God

Risen from molten mud and gold

Our All-American God,

Hit the tilled ground, waterlogged.

American Angel

Cupid, out back with a gun

An American Angel,

Wielding a badge and sporting a body count.

happy 4th of july I guess. Not my fav holiday for a lot of reasons but I wrote this for it. I was kinda pissed when I wrote it which might show. I took the ‘American God’ part from a different poem I wrote once that I didn’t like very much but I still thought it was a pretty interesting thing to build off of.

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Haven’t been on here in a while because I do most of my writing on a school computer and now that schools out I can’t write as much unless I want to do it by hand which I don’t. Will begin posting writing advice I think. I do have some things in my notes app but nothing I really think is that good.

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livingcadaver69

Always wanted to make one of these

darrencriss-is-superior

I’M BORED, CAN YOU TELL???

hope-and-joy-detector

heart and vhssss

@siriuslyobsessed394

Edit: Hope and Joy detected in the fact that even the runner of this blog can make mistakes and think that she’s using her normal blog hehehehe

siriuslyobsessed394

okay completely anonymous hope and joy detector that i am completely unaware of the identity of

i’d say…heart beer discman gas mask coffee flame moth vhs <33333

@glutenfree-pancakes @in-your-wall-s @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @m0nt3cr15t0 @heartattackinblackdye

m0nt3cr15t0

Heart and moth!!!

@milestheporktaco @crushedlollipop @t0xicb7nny irls

@definitelyfrankiero @czache78 @makeyourwaytofreedom @thetheaterkidwriter @quantumm76 @fastfouriertransformer +open !

thetheaterkidwriter

VHS and Discman but switch songs for movies

@st-xeniaofgethen @pommedeterrier @aceofprocrastination @paint-me-in-watercolour @queerbookbitch + anyone else

queerbookbitch

vhs moth and gass mask

@teenytinydinosaurs @glassesgirlies @saphhoandstrawberries @nowhere-4ever @apjofan @kit-and-kaboodle-02 @luna1ol @rambling-rosee @minorlyobssesedwithginger @sabitha-is-magical @guiltyy-as-s1n @inverted-scorpio-33 @laymedowninthedirt @wavescyber @ezra-didntreallyfall @thetravelingfrogwizard @randomwholocker @phinksyhxhfan @unassumingcavegoblin @icedcoffee2809 @mrbuggyknot @ihavenoconsistentinterests @anders-chr @wisegirl42 @i-would-download-a-car @xombilog @jellyfishspacereality @rainbowhyperfixation @bookloveralina @tremendoustragedybard @bpd-swiftie @penpen363 @belladonna413 @sunshine-fahey @inedibleplastic @littlemisslucygay @alastorsluttylittlehipsway @chronicallyonlinebitch @chess-choco-chronicles @ineffablelyqueerwolfstarshipper @gossamer-daydream

inedibleplastic

VHS and heart

yapofalltrades

(Inserting myself)

Heart and beer.

@supremeorphan @call-me-chips @bluedancer9000 @crows-keep @mistycatt @arsonisticartichokes

supremeorphan

Yap you are:

gas mask [platonic ofc], coffee, flame, VHS (and maybe moth but like in a bear hug way LOL)

@yapofalltrades (im sending this back to you LOL) @ginny-weasley-is-the-best @ferriswheelaccident @caineapologist @lenorev1901 @witchingswell @robotswashingdishes

the-unkissed-thrown-brick

I feel like you’re moth, and somehow both coffee and flame ? Also VHS you look like the type of person to have the best movie tastes

@misspaillettesdu07 @swans-chirping-in-the-distance @supremeorphan (yes I’m tagging you again I wanna know)

genderlesschaos

more butting in where i'm not invited here we go

@queer-goblinguy guava you are heart, gas mask, and beer to me. perhaps VHS

@space-homosexual-the-third @how-queersome

queer-ishwriter

@genderlesschaos you are my flame and my coffee, my mask, my moth and my beer. I swear I didn’t mean for that to sound poetic it just sorta happened. Open tags <3

What should my next big writing project be?

Fanfiction

Short stories

Vignettes

Poetry collection

Non-fiction essay

Other (comment what it is)

Voting ended onJun 19

girls aren’t supposed to have fat

This is a (very) short vignette I wrote a while back and decided to post. Tw for accidental fat phobia. This is my experience as a young autistic girl being unaware of beauty standards until my childhood friend pointed it out to me. I’m not a girl anymore but yeah. Story under the cut.

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superreallynell

The opening to a currently unnamed story

Many years ago, the world existed in a prosperous state. After the war the world came together for the greater good and set out to do better. We wished to end all conflict and stand as one race united. For a time that was what happened, as rebuilt all that had been lost in the devastation the future began to look bright once again. Oh, how wrong we were. Today marks fifty years since the event that has since become known as “The Endless Night” it was on this day that the everything went dark. People who were alive that day remember the way that the darkness seemed to swallow the sky taking away our blue sky forever. Many thought it would be the end but after the event the strangest thing happened: the world didn’t cool down. In fact it stayed relatively the same temperature that it always had. Though from the darkness the world shattered into chaos once more as mass hysteria took hold of the masses. Some took a more scientific outlook on the situation and wished to understand why this strange event had occurred. Others on the other hand snapped and saw this event as the wrath of god. But the strangest discovery happened twenty years after The Endless Night first occurred. When we sent our first probe into space for research it picked up audio. From the darkness came the sound of distant breathing.

This is a very rough intro to a story I have been throwing around in my head for a little while. Feel free to post thoughts below. If I continue developing this idea I want to come up with names for all the factions, and also explore more of the political effects of The Endless I may also rewrite and lengthen this intro. Not sure what else to say I wrote this little intro in a little half an hour quick write.

The Look in Your Eyes

Summary- Spock and Kirk are stranded on an uninhabited planet after a transporter malfunction/useful plot device occurred. Will they survive? Will they kiss? Yes. Yes they will.

My very first fanfiction! Concrit is appreciated but please go light on me. Currently has 3 chapters and just over 2,000 words. Written by an aroace teenager with little to no experience with romance so yeah.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

genocide

When I was little, I remember, Sitting in the front yard, while my mother spoke with her friend. I was turning over a rock, looking for bugs and worms, While they whispered something about politics I turned, all wide hazel eyes, and loudly asked, “Momma, what does ‘genocide’ mean?” She laughed, looking back, nervously. I did not get an answer. Just a simple, “God, you can never tell when she’s listening.”

motherfrigginpsas

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

feytaline-loves-deactivated2018

For the love of god PLEASE REBLOG THIS

I see this stupid fucking post one a goddamn week and someone is going to literally fucking die from it

abbessolute

@oneshoeshort

oneshoeshort-deactivated2021060

IF YOU WONT LISTEN TO OP, LISTEN TO THE RETIRED PARAMEDIC WHO HAS SEEN PEOPLE DIE FROM THIS SHIT.

sirro85-blog

Poison control may advise diluting the toxin somehow like with water or milk, otherwise do not give them something to drink and take the empty pill bottle/ blister pack with you to the hospital.

becausewedefinetheworld

btw just searched it up, US poison control number is 1 800 222 1222

arcadialedger

REBLOG

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F U C K I N G

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W H E N E V E R

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astro-so

UM

R E B L O G

I DONT CARE WHO YOU ARE

R E B L O G

prick-o

i felt like this was important idk

rav3r-d0ll

PLEASE REBLOG!

whisperingsoup

In Canada, 1-844-764-7669 will connect you with a national poison control center

parttimepunner

I found a list of poison center contact numbers around the world

Region1 Country Name of centre Address 1 Address 2 Address 3 Address 4 City Postal code Administrative telephone Fax Emergency telephone Ema

onehelluvacritic

Take me to the emergency room and call poison control. 😓

mustard-in-a-bottle

guys reblog this

therealmjumper

Please reblog this to spread awareness as it can seriously injure and hurt someone

on the walk home

She follows her distracted mind and eyes Down the sun-scorched sidewalk Underneath the burning star That must have snuck into her life From some desert, somewhere, While she wasn’t paying attention.

Her hips sway, rolling and rocking To the beat of her dry headache Her shoulders slumped backwards With a weight heavier than her schoolbag And lethargy visible under her eyelids.

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her flesh fed the flowers

There are girls my age who didn’t think they’d make it to fourteen

And girls who didn’t, girls who fell into a sun of their own

Girls who were consumed by the roots

From trees and shrubs growing in their own backyards.

Teenage Angst

Maybe if I were older, I would speak my mind more, I could say what I think, but as it is we call it “teenage angst,” To be dismissed, if I were older maybe I would be recognized as holding real pain, Not just “teenage angst,” And every day at school we stare at each other With fear and suspicion, wondering Who is going to whip out the gun and start shooting, And standing in the bathroom you hear whispers Through a fruit-flavored nicotine haze, “I feel so dead,” she said, she said, And I turned around and left. Her words were not meant for me, And she’s only one of many. And that girl in my first, she came in at 8 AM, I’d never spoken to her, did not know her name But she spoke like she knew me, told me the things you don’t say, And came back to class the next day, Told me she was in the ER with a blood-alcohol content measuring .28 Was that “teenage angst?”

Fear

Fear has dyed-maroon hair, shoulder-length And lip balm the color of the red Expo markers in Her first period English Class. Fear wears a crop-top and carefully ripped jeans Her eyelashes perfect and caked with mascara. Fear looks me in the eyes, and gives me a genuine smile, Slipping me a kiss on my dry, cracked lips and a whispered reassurance That fear does not come for beautiful girls like me.

Cat got your tongue?

Cat got your tongue? Cat got your tongue? Finally shut you up? The cat’s asleep, napping in the sun, She does not have my tongue.

You do, girl, standing there, asking me, Cat got your tongue? What’s wrong, love? I don’t know, you tell me, love, the cat’s still asleep, Can’t you see, she ain’t got my tongue.

Your words, your look, how do you do it? Your speech is so clean, so effortless, While I, I, I here, I cannot stop stammering, Cannot force the sounds I know, I know I know, Through the prison of my lips,

Cat got your tongue? What a stupid phrase, I cannot, I could scream and speak and change minds and change worlds, But not now, now my words will not escape. She sighs, and walks away.

Did you hear about the girls?

Did you hear about the girls? Did you hear? They fed themselves to the woods, Bit by bit.

Did you hear about the girls? Were you there? When their knives and scissors, Turned to their hands.

Did you hear about the girls? Can you believe? That when he told them they could fly, That they actually did?

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breathe in, bleed out

breathe in, bleed out, the light silk whisper on her tongue, the air the flowed past her, ruffling her dress, and the sounds of her were masked by the wind— whipping her hair around her face and pulling her closer to the edge

the icy warmth on her arms, guiding her forward, pink pleated georgette flowing ahead, guiding her to follow the flowers of her youth, printed now in olive green outlines with white filling like profiteroles that she could still taste from her youth

and just this morning she was stricken with euphoria, as the sudden joy of knowing, of deciding, something that was completely within her control filled her but were they right? was there really something she was leaving behind?

breathe in. bleed out.

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