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tacosandtouchtanks · 2 years

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Fanfiction Prompt Idea! Inspiration struck me like a bolt of lightning and I leaped at the chance before it went away. I was drawn to making song lyrics from the pov of Zeke singing to Tina (really just wanted to rhyme things a lot of things with TinaXD). It's just lyrics, no musical notes. So it's useless unless you want to use it for fanfiction. So that's why I'm submitting this. Here's a free song for you that Zeke could sing in your fanfiction to Tina. I'm extremely open to edits if you think you can find a way to make it better for your story. All I ask is credit be given to me for my original lyrics. I tried to make the lyrics fit the show's brand of humor. So I hope you like it. I also like to clarify you're free to edit it as you wish if you want to use it for a fanfiction idea.

Oh Tina For you my heart spins like a ballerina You’ve made me laugh more than a hyena When the world says you can’t ina You say yes you cantina

Smarter than Athena Stronger than diarrhea Pretty as a gardenia Spicier than paprika Eureka, oh Tina

And oh, though the future’s unknown I may never not give you a reason to groan But no matter what, this is set in stone I’m never gonna leave you alone

So even if your sister is up to some crazy schema That lands her in a giant prison arena I’ll help you flee the country to avoid the subpoena I recommend Argentina (Tina: Wait what?) How about it Bonita?

Oh, no matter where we roam (Tina: Are we just going to brush off that last one?!) From our crimes that we must atone (Tina: Ah screw it!) One thing’s for sure, deep down in my corazon (Tina: Really leaning in with the Spanish huh?) You’ll always be my home (Tina: Aww!)

T is for your true blue heart I is for how inspiring you were from the start N is my nerves for you I’ll never grasp A is for your oh so great taste in ass

Oh, though the future’s unknown I’m never gonna stop giving you a reason to groan But no matter what, this is set in stone You’re never gonna be alone

I wish I could go on and on everyday and spill all that I need to say I can’t claim forever, I only have today So in short, oh Tina you take my breath away

(I'm showing I'm a very petty person for showing up Jimmy Jr. with his own song lyrics from "Two for Tina" oops! XD)

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#2022 #Prompt #Fanfiction idea #Poem #for inspiration #this is amazing #really #I wish I could write poetry #beautiful!

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tescoboner · 6 months

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poetry is so important to me

#im awful at writing it though #i wish i could write poetry #i love when we get to do poetry in english class

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juicysnoop · 6 months

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watched like 7 seasons of buffy in half a month something is wrong with me anyway ... him

#buffy the vampire slayer #spike btvs #doodles #wish that spike would write more poetry i think that could be fun #like don't tell me this guy at least didn't write edgy music as a vampire i mean he modelled himself after billy idol........#also love that spike always manages to find himself in polycules by accident with Angel (Drusilla&Angelus and Buffy&Angel)#i've been putting off watching the last episode because then all I'll have to see spike again is the Angel show #time to return to not posting art until I finish another early 2000s TV show and draw niche character art #him filling is grocery bag with cigarette cartons

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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months

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i wish i could save my mother.

@/veniennes on tiktok // Elena Poniatowska, from "La Flor de Lis," published c. January 2011// love drought - beyonce // Athena Farrokhzad, "My Mother Said" // Oleander, by Janet Finch// Hannah Green from "Night Terrors" // Sharon Olds, “Holding To A Wall, Treading Saltwater” // Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom // take care: mothers, daughters, and inheriting self-hatred by Ella Wilson // tumblr user honeytuesday // Marge Piercy from "our neverending entanglement", Made In Detroit // Honey Girl, Morgan Rogers// supernatural season 12 ep 22 // Silas Denver Melvin, from Grit: Poems; “Twenty” // Hayan Charara, from Mother and Daughter

for @shestrying

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petricorah · 6 months

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Sokka was used to the cold.

He’d spent his whole life in it. He was born into frigid and bitter temperatures. He was used to breathing burning crisp air into his lungs, used to walking when he could barely feel his feet, used to sleeping surrounded by ice, and used to the coldness that struck deep into his heart while staring out over the empty tundra. He loved it. Just the feel of winter winds whipping through his hair made his spirits soar, smiling despite the pain of icy gales against his teeth.

And then.

He melted, slowly. Traveling the world had been quite the culture shock, and he had taken some time to adjust to no longer being surrounded by snow, but he grew to love the pleasant lukewarm air and the ability to wear short sleeves. But the firebender was another thing entirely.

Being close to Zuko was as uncomfortable it was so hot. The man’s very skin was a furnace that radiated heat, and somehow, it made Sokka’s own cheeks and chest burn for reasons he didn’t understand for years. But he got used to it. Despite how stubborn he was, Sokka was good at adapting. He was still from the water tribe, after all. Soon, the heat pulsing off of Zuko as they brushed shoulders or fought side by side wasn’t unnatural. It became welcome, especially…

Well. It was purely strategic to put their sleeping bags side by side, because once the campfire died down, laying by Zuko with their shoulders almost touching was the only way to stave off the brisk night air.

He wasn’t sure when it changed, when the embers of their friendship sparked into something more. They’d travelled the world together, trying to rebuild the world ravaged by the Fire Nation. Zuko refused to stay behind a desk, and Sokka refused to let him go at it alone. And slowly but surely, Sokka forgot what it was like to be cold. What it was like to not have Zuko by his side, to feel his warmth surround him like he was the center of a fire, the comforting lull of heat as he hugged him, that fiery, caring temper, and blazing hot fingers interlaced with his own.

And now, he was back in the Southern Water Tribe.

Alone.

And he has never felt so painfully…cold.

#uhmmmmmmmm no thoughts on this other than i wish i had time to do an in-scene longer fic of this but. anyway have this cringy poetry #zukka fic #myfic #lately been thinking about doing a longer atla fix. i need to get their voices down more but i feel like if i do a nano-type just write #a lot! it could be fun #notmyart

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foaming-sea · 6 months

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I really want to tell you, darling.

Tell you I'm not doing well. Tell you I can't make sense of my dreams. Or comprehend my nightmares. Tell you I can't shake off this missing feeling. Let go of this void. Leave all of it behind. You know, I tried. I thought it all went away. But some nights, I still feel broken inside. Something hurts, I can make sense of half of it, The rest is a blur.

I really want to say to you, love. I think I might be falling apart, again.

But I don't think I can burden you with that. Or maybe, I don't think I can find the right words to say.

-11/03/2023

#Letters I can't write to you #I wish I could tell you but #my writing #original writing #chaotic academia #poem #poets on tumblr #poetry #poetscommunity #dark academia #aesthetic #spilled ink #prose #spilled thoughts #spilled poetry #spilled words #poetsandwriters #my post

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true-squid · 2 months

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ok but you dont fucking get it. i love you and it doesnt mean what you think. its not heteronormative and its not nuclear and it cant be described in a way that has words. there arent words for it. its not queerplatonic. its not romantic. its not platonic. its none of those things. its incomprehensive. its unwordable. its not because youre my lover or my mother or my sibling or my friend its none of those things. you dont fucking understand. we fuck and we share our feelings and we abandom the status quo and part of the point is that we dont make sense. isnt it? isnt it?

i feel alterous. thats the best word for it because there isnt one thats better and i dont think there ever will be. its not about not wanting to be romantic or sexual its about being different. its about a new fucking category, a secret third thing, yes and no, what happens when you mix everything and nothing together.

its because i see love differently. ive recontextualized it, made myself to view it in a way that is outside of the general conception of love. i want to explain it to you but i just cant. i want to but i dont know how. you need to feel it. you need to know what its like to be alien

im aromantic and im asexual

#aroace #aromantic #asexual #poetry #squid writes #this is meant to be a poem #the “you” is just part of the poem #its not directed at anyone #ive just been thinking about this a lot #and what its like for me being asexual #i dont know where to look for people who experience asexuality the way i do #so sometimes i feel pretty alone #like an “other”#i dont think its bad to be other i just wish i could find the other others

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fictionadventurer · 11 days

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NaPoWriMo #32: A thought I had to get out of my system

at the basilica they told me how they take the golden tiles (insignificant alone but together an array of awe-inspiring millions) and place them imperfectly (in the arches and domes) so their flaws better reflect the light of God's glory to the souls praying below

that's a metaphor, I think

#napowrimo 2024 #poetry #look if i didn't write one uncapitalized hitting-enter-a-lot poem could i really be a tumblr poet?#the one thing i wanted to do during our day in st. louis was to see the basilica #and everyone agreed it was a fantastic choice #i've got so many pictures #wish i could have come up with something actually profound to say but alas

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sanddollarpoems · 2 months

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I feel the guilt of not caring.

It goes against my grain

to see a problem and choose

to walk away,

but this is the box they want me in.

I'll lie around pretending to be busy,

and yawn and sigh and continue

to wish for

a cause worth caring for.

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #i really wish I could work somewhere that I felt mattered #not just a job #sigh #corporate exhaustion

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caritasangelus · 2 years

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something about grief and the feelings i've been dealing with for a while

the only thing by sufjan stevens // beautiful short loser by ocean vuong // to people in paintings by @caritasangelus // bombay sapphire by holly warburton // forever winter by taylor swift // still life with skulls and bacon // john my beloved by sufjan stevens // final notations by adrienne rich // growing around grief // the reassurance by thom gunn // cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant // spirit hold by holly warburton // grief by stephen dobyns // this isn't the end by owl city

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alyssacarry · 1 year

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people come and go

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bookishjules · 24 days

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and the little knight in his crooked armor crossed the kingdom line with his rusted honor; a quest to apologize for the hurt he'd caused her.

as if his little toy horse, dressed like closure, could sputter through time and he could ease the fire, that she put out just fine alone in her tower.

as if her unresponse to his every letter was an open invite for him to play the savior, brandishing the truth of his crimes like a salve for long-gone sores just to cover the truth of his ever-bleeding pride.

#i wish i could write music #poetry

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poemwithoutahero · 1 year

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AND IF I FALL by Carl Phillips

#*#poetry #carl phillips #2023 #the last line of this poem...i wish i could write it on every wall around me

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jewtastic · 1 year

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When I was eight, I learned an important phrase.

"Everyone knows..."

I heard it spat at my mother, the door of our dingy apartment half open, yellow light siltering in from the hallway and over the blankets on the floor that my brother and I slept in.

"Everyone knows gypsies don't pay rent. You don't have clean money."

Out by the end of the month.

I didn't know what that meant at the time, I only knew what it changed in my life.

New rules were thrust upon my brother and I as we carried out blankets and pillows into the bedroom in my grandmother's basement.

Don't put your things on the floor. It floods when it rains and it will ruin your toys.

Don't scream when you play, your grandfather works nights and he's asleep.

Stop speaking that language. Stop it right now. We do not speak Hebrew, we do not speak Sinte, we are not dirty.

We do not speak.

I learned to bite my tongue when English didn't express what I needed it to. To swallow down my culture and my religion like a bitter pill. A life saving measure that treated the shakes finding a swastika carved into my desk left.

We do not speak.

We are not dirty.

We have washed ourselves of the shame of our being. Our existence is to be scrubbed and scraped and swirled down the drain like the dirt left on our hands after pretending we are squirrels in our Bubbe's yard.

We do not speak any longer, we do not announce our existence in polite company, where our very being might soil their opinion of us.

There is no such thing as language beyond what is expected, what is allowed. English is to be spoken exactly as it should be, with each syllable matching what the christian born white men speak as they make their speeches behind pulpits and books I do not understand.

My first language, my second language, my third language I shared with my sister who needed it so badly.

Swallowed down, down, down, down.

Forgotten.

My hands could not move to follow hers, my tongue could not form the hymns and prayers I once knew. When my auntie spoke half in the language of our people, I could only stare and wish I knew how to do the same.

We are not dirty.

We do not speak.

There is safety in silence.

We do not speak.

#ok to reblog before you ask #idk if this is #poetry #but i'm tagging it as that #freeform #my writing #memories of having my very heritage and culture erased by my own family #i wish i could speak hebrew or sinte but it was something i was yelled at for for years #and now i'll have spurts where i try to learn it and then i drop into a shame spiral because it's wrongbadwrong #and i can't make any progress because of this stupid on off pattern #how do you unlearn shame that teaches you your very existence will get you killed

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plutos-satellite · 19 days

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between my mind and my tongue is a black hole, nothing to show for it but the warping of an essence

#poetry #sapphic #literature #quote #poem #original writing #writing #black hole #i’m a sucker for a good space analogy #love #no seriously i wish i could speak better sometimes i really struggle for words when talking

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soulinkpoetry · 7 months

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We push them away so far, that there’s no chance of them ever coming back.

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#what a shame #soulinkpoetry #poetry #thoughts #she writes #feelings #poets on tumblr #I wish I could change the past #writers community #writers corner #writers and poets

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