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txkingupspxce · 1 month

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i dreamt of you last night woke up so angry with longing you’re not for me my heart and my mind knows but for a second you felt like love i realized i can’t blame my dreams for getting that part so very wrong

~why won’t you stop pestering me with possibility

#poetry #poets on tumblr #monique's poetry #monique’s poetry #poetic #poem #prose #prose poetry #writers and poets #poems and poetry #writers on tumblr #writing #words #thoughts

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impitoyable · 10 months

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maybe a hot take but i actually dont like the fandoms perception noel all that much? like people, especially fic writers, will throw away nearly every aspect of his character in favor of “flamboyant twink” and it makes it really hard to find him interesting for lack of a better term

#ride the cyclone #noel gruber #like why dont you write about his passion for french culture? or how lola lola inspired monique?#give him the same creativity you give ricky and have them bond over it!!! let them make and write stories with one another!!!#im literally begging give him a personality outside of liking mischa and hating ocean its not that hard #like you cant just nickname him poet and then have him do NOTHING related to poetry

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garadinervi · 2 months

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Henry Mathieu – Maria Helena Vieira da Silva, Diane dans le mur, Binding by Monique Mathieu, Jean Hugues, Paris, 1963, Edition of 75

#graphic design #art #poetry #drawing #illustration #engraving #book #cover #book cover #back cover #henry mathieu #maria helena vieira da silva #monique mathieu #jean hugues #1960s

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existentialdreadsblog · 1 year

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Łukasz Biel https://www.artstation.com/bielebny

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Taylor Jenkins Reid

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velvetcloxds · 3 months

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03- DEAR DAD

Dear dad,

I remember being seven waiting for you to come home from work and playing with your hair while you told me about your day- remember telling you I loved you while I braided the curls which matched mine, remember how quickly you said it back to me, how I giggled in your presence every time.

I wonder what I did wrong to change that, wonder when you began to hate me. Was it when I started resembling her? Did you find in me what you found in her, kindness, goodness that had to be destroyed, light that had to be set back to darkness?

When did I start hiding my smile, covering my laugh, when did I start fighting for my emotions to be validated, putting my worth in the hands of a man who doesn't see good outside of himself? When did I start locking myself in bathrooms while you screamed at the door about how insufferable you found my existence to be? When did I begin taking long showers so that the house would not hear my crying, wiping my eyes with cold rags so she wouldn't see the tears, so she wouldn't know how miserable I was?

I resent you. I resent the way I've lost hope in the concept of love, seeing merely affinity, like chemicals- a reaction, not permanence. I resent all the moments I had prayed for the comfort of someone's love while I watched you break her, break our family- destroy all that she had created herself into in merely a second. I resent you for the nights I had to stay home from friends so she wouldn't be alone with you, the mornings I had to guide her through panic attacks before going to school to write exams and pretend I wasn't shaken up, the times I had to make excuses for your behavior while you demolished my character for your enjoyment. I resent you for bringing me into a world where I'd never know what love was supposed to look like. For convincing me that being used was the same as being loved because even if I were to be thrown out and disregarded, for a moment, at least, I was wanted.

I hate who I am because of you. I hate how I give myself away in the hopes that whoever robs me of my pieces, would stay, would care. I hate that I cannot look into the mirror without seeing you- hearing your words as they meld over my mind to destroy me from the inside. I hate the way you make me work myself into emergency rooms where I begged to go home and study while the nurses tried to remind me how to breathe. I hate that I allowed you to make me ashamed of my weakness. I hate how I swallow my pain and my hurt for the sake of your satisfaction, how you make me feel like I've lost my mind when truly you were the one to rob me of it.

You filled my life with hatred and darkness and never allowed my light to shine, you put the flames of my soul out into ashes which you threw in the faces of anyone who tried to love me, and care for me. I cannot get through a day without your abuse acting symptomatic in my life. I wonder, sometimes, who I would be if you didn't fail me. Wonder how much of my personality was created merely to please you. What's real? My kindness, my achievements, my talents- I wanted you to see them, see that I was not a failure like you considered the rest of the world to be. You hid behind your demons but you were the one to conjure them and you still considered yourself ever serene.

Will I forever be plagued with this bitterness? Will I have to put my happiness on hold for her sake- to be her keeper, to be her rock? When will it stop being so offensive when they call me strong or mature or good when none of those were attributes found by choice? When will I not look with envy at my brother who left us so easily for his freedom while I wake day after day in the hell you've settled us in? When will I allow myself to feel without guilt, without regret? Will we always have two good days and three bad months where we walk around you on eggshells already partially shattered?

When will what you are no longer affect who I am?

Long ago, on the significantly bad days, she used to tell me tales of times when you were good, when your kindness wasn't a show, when you considered me yours, and the thought made you proud. You've tainted my memories with sorrow, and the only thing I will always remember is that above all, I just wanted your love, we just wanted your love and all you gave us instead was hate and torture and more pain than I could ever truly put into words.

For years I thought death was the way out of it all, yours, mine. Now I no longer have any desire to die, but every moment I'm forced to breathe I consider how much I wish her and I didn't have to live like this. I wonder if the end comes when we meet our Maker, I wonder who of us will be worse off, you for all you've done, or me for how much I hate you for it.

I just wanted a father. She just wanted to finally be safe. You made sure we didn't get either.

@txkingupspxce

#monique rants poetically #poetry #even trauma looks pretty with a moodboard

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sparkcrafted · 6 months

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from Asleep in the Forest

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They might have been lovers, but lovers do not sleep

as close as this: stretched out in the forest's sanctuary

as of God were about instead of a witch.

Or else they sleep closer, hoping closeness will be a kind of latch,

a madcap brace against the loneliness they sense in happy endings.

They bend the story now and then, remember the fox, the frog, the beauty

always hiding somewhere deeper than they've been.

#hansel and gretel #asleep in the forest #poetry #poems #grimm #andrea hollander budy #Monique Felix #Hansel & Grettel #painting

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grapecola · 11 months

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Here’s part 3 of Into The Vanquished Lands. I wrote it for the kids I co-teach. Do stop by and give it a read.

#danielle monique #australia #daniellemonique #western australia #aquariuswomen #aquarius♒#aquariuswoman #Into The Vanquished Lands #blog #blog post #blog poetry #writer #writers of the world #writers of tumblr #some day and never

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hippodamoi · 10 months

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"The first star is visible over where dazzling the sun has disappeared. I entreat Sappho she who gleams more than the moon among the constellations of our heavens. I implore Sappho in a very loud voice. I ask Sappho the all-powerful to mark on your forehead as on m/ine the signs of your star. I solicit allsmiling Sappho to exhale over you as over m/e the breezes which make us pale when we contemplate the sky and night comes. Then I stand beside you facing the sea. I await the arrival of the comets with their smoky flashes, they are here thanks be to Sappho, the stones of your star are fallen, those which marked you above your cheek at the level of the temple with a violet seal exactly like m/y own, glory to Sappho for as long as we shall live in this dark continent."

Monique Wittig, The Lesbian Body

#the chorus speaks #poetry #monique wittig

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academyoftheheartandmind · 1 year

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Wildflower and Other Poems

By Monique de Koning Wildflower Trees lush with cherry blossoms caught in the corner of my eye, overlooking a meadow of mesmerizing shades as far as skies reach: the artist's selection, chosen to attract butterflies and honeybees gathering from afar to attend this season's feast, hosted by Mother Nature. Grass joyously engaged in a silent dance charmed with fresh elegance, waving its blades in…

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#A Spider to the Sun #academy of the heart and mind #academyoftheheartandmind #Colorful Dishes #Cutting Edges #Jackied #Joy of Elegance #Monique de Koning #My Day in the Sun #My Geographical Heart #Poem #poems #poet #Poetry #Quiet Flow #Wildflower

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randomrichards · 3 months

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TURKISH DELIGHT:

Narcissist artist

Destroy his relationship

Then tragedy strikes

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whatarethedykesupto · 1 year

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#daniels #a vast pointless gyration of radioactive rocks in which you happen to occur #poetry #ramblings #found this to.be so beautiful #eeaao 🥯#acpgorriwyhto #books #important books #tiny gods #monique mitchell #existential poetry

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txkingupspxce · 2 months

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you'd think these walls I've built between us are secure but the slightest tap from you and they crumble every time

~i always allow you to hurt me

#monique's poetry #monique’s poetry #poetic #prose poem #poem #poetry #prose poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #words #thoughts

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dutchjan · 2 years

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June 26, 2022

#Beuningen #dichters in de tuin #poëzie #poetry #monique hendriks #performance #gedicht

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confession-session · 1 year

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Ride The Cyclone Fanfiction Headcanons

Hey, you. Yes, you. LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT RICKY POTTS DIDN'T WRITE FANFICTION. Impossible? That's what I thought. (He has a cult following on fanfiction.net)

Noel probably wasn't much of a fanfic writer / reader. BUT I will tell you with absolute certainty that he's visited the local library countless times for a "french poetry project" to kick his inner Monique into gear. So basically, inwardly writing fanfics but never actually putting them into words. Honestly, he prefers acting / images more.

I am 110% sure that Mischa Bachinski posts his rap lyrics onto Wattpad. He also probably has a private collection of self-insert fics of him and Talia, but he will never show them to anyone, not even over his dead body.

Constance is ABSOLUTELY a regular fanfic reader. You can't convince me otherwise. She prefers fluff and smut, but is def not afraid of angst or hurt/comfort. (To the point of regularly torturing herself by rereading sad endings and character deaths.) You name it, the girl's read it, but she doesn't share her reccomendations with anyone except Ricky, because Ocean and Noel would def judge her, and she's not really that close to Mischa. (We'll mention Jane later dw) Btw she was def a beta reader for Ricky

Like previously mentioned, my girl Ocean unfortunately is not a fan of fanfiction. I think she accidentally read a cringey wattpad fic when she was 13 and it's effects were so irreversable she swore she would never read any of that again. (She also thinks she's above it. "Classic Literature"? Lmao, Ocean, honey, I see you reading that trash romance ya novel. Literally don't try me right now-)

Jane, my love! She obviously doesn't know what it is until Ricky introduces her to some of his fics, and then she LOVES IT. But she's not really into any fandoms so she just likes to read oc fanfics (pretty much mini-novels at this point)

Finally, Penny. She is pretty much incapable of reading anything other than hurt/comfort, and she's the type of person to refresh AO3 every few hours when she's dopamine-starved.

Thanks for reading :D

#ride the cyclone #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ocean o'connell rosenberg #jane doe #rtc headcanons #penny lamb #constance blackwood #jane doe rtc #ricky rtc #fanfiction #headcanon #just for fun #thanks for reading #love you all #byeeeee

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strangestcase · 1 year

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My concepts for fem!BLU TF2

I absolutely love that the fandom treats the RED and BLU teams as different casts and that this is often paired with making the BLU team the fem!fortress cast so uh

Here

Sniper (Martha) is Canadian, brash, abrasive, petty, and pretty rude. Treats her job like it's a hobby she's really good at. Sees herself as a hunter of men, treats her kills as if they're game, though rumours of cannibalism are unfounded and in fact she considers it the only crime she'd never commit. Lives in a camping tent. Since she's spent most of her life in the cold Canadian wilderness, she finds New Mexico unberable and spends most of her time half naked... or in a sleeveless shirt. Smokes a lot. Despite her roughness, she has a good heart, but to see it you'd have to give her so, so many drinks, and maybe bribe her with food.

Medic (Basya) is Polish, Jewish, and angry, and grew up in a bucolic little village with a dark secret... She's very serious and no-nonsense, and has very little patience for horseplay and, well, most of her teammates really. Insists on not using anaesthesics in her interventions because "pain makes you strong" and while she has extensive medical knowledge she will not hesitate to cut corners or operate on you with dirty equipment out of pure pragmatism. Used to keep rats to experiment on but grew attached to them, particularly one called Pithagoras. Always keeps her hair braided and out of her face.

Heavy (Mi-yeong) is (North) Korean. Her family is one of intellectuals and she grew up enamored with poetry. After they had to flee the war, she stablished herself in America. Has a PhD in Korean literature and writes her own poetry in her free time. Due to her limited grasp in English, she tends to overcomplicate her sentences when she speaks, coming off as snobbish, but that couldn't be any further from the truth! She's very down to earth, albeit that doesn't make her any less trigger happy. Overly proud of her kill count. Loves her minigun, Su-bin, and, of course, Corn Doags.

Scout (Stacy) is a bit of an air-headed Valley Girl that grew up in an affluent borough of San Francisco. While her family would like for her to be a housewife, she said, "bet", and hopped on the first bus she saw. Very feminine in a cutesy Barbie way, pigtails and all, but has a huge aggression problem and anger issues (...and an itchy trigger finger). Likes reading fashion magazines, bashing skulls with her bat that she personally covered in rusty nails, and flirting with girls. Enjoys roughhousing and picking on her teammates as much as she hates breaking her nails. Can down a can of beer in 5 seconds.

Demo (Eduvixe) comes from a little village in Galicia, Spain. She is (currently) a peaceful tree-hugging flower power hippie- but she's no pacifist herself. During her youth as a radical anarchist, she single-handedly ran the Sublevado troops out of her village with sticks, stones, and explosives of her own making, and spent a good ten years fighting Francoism armed with homemade bombs, which cost her her right eye. Now she's in her 70s and still rocking, and if you speak to her for more than ten minutes she already has signed you up for the mercenary union. Smokes weed, like a lot of it. Is stoned on the clock. Can cook a mean stew.

Spy (Giulia) is Italian and has a reputation as a ladykiller. She often boasts about how many bitches she has, and... she exaggerates, big time. Likes to keep the image of a cosmopolitan modern woman that wears trousers. Covers her hair with a stylish scarf, wears sunglasses, and uses a cigarette holder. As much as she's professional and efficient, she's also a huge jokester and uses her mastery of disguise and voice mimicking to play dumb pranks. She wants you to see her as cool, but is actually goofy. Her nonna sends her tupperwares full of pasta in the regular.

Engineer (Monique) is a young African-American girl born and raised in Louisiana. Growing up with her grandparents in the swamp, she became an expert at salvaging scraps and McGyvering basically anything, which set her up to become an inventor and graduate university with a bunch of PhDs in different types of engineering when she was only 16. Spunky and optimistic, she's chill and laid back... or so she seems. She's a huge perfectionist and has a "fuck around, fing out" attitude. Hacked off one of her legs at the knee to replace it with a prosthetic of her own invention. Regarded as a bit "qwirky" by her older peers.

Soldier (John Doe) doesn't remember much of her past. She's snarky, sarcastic, quippy, and overconfident, but has an angry streak. Yells everything she says because she's mostly deaf from all the explosions. Has no regard for personal hygiene and has had to be forced to get her head shaved on account of all the matting hair. Often says the most out of pocket shit and nobody bats an eye. Is a butch lesbian, but doesn't know what a lesbian is. Hates men but particularly hates men that wear sandals. Likes watching American football even though she understands jack shit of it.

Pyro is Pyro. Literally just the same as Red!Pyro. In fact, some suspect they're the same person.

As for relationships:

-Giulia might or might not be Stacy's mom. (Insert Stacy's Mom joke here).

-Basya can't stand most people but has a soft spot for her teammates, even if they drive her up the wall.

-Stacy doesn't respect any person any older than her except for Basya, because she's cool in her books.

-Eduvixe has kind of grandma-adopted everyone, particularly Monique, who really misses her gamgam, and Pyro, who loves her cooking more than they love setting shit on fire.

-John and Monique are friends and they often drag each other to the local dance hall, where they are the terror of the party.

-Mi-yeong and Martha can sit down in silence for hours at the time. They basically communicate with "hmmm" "hmmm?" "hm-hmmm" and it's magical.

-Martha and Giulia are friends with benefits. The benefit is sex.

-Eduvixe and Basya are friends with benefits. The benefit is laboratory equipment. And edibles.

-Pyro often pesters Mi-yeong for food.

-Martha, John, and Stacy like gathering together to gossip about their teammates and smoke.

-John never ever calls Giulia by her name, only "spaghetti", "lasagna", "linguini", "tortellini", or "stracciatella". She is also convinced she's a mobster.

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #blu team #fem fortress

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sparkcrafted · 7 months

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from Asleep in the Forest

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Their sleep is innocent and blue

and they keep counting on togetherness to take them in and bring them safely out.

They'd follow stars, but stars don't penetrate this forest.

They follow lightning bugs instead, as if the light itself

were all that mattered.

#poetry #poems #grimm #hansel and gretel #Asleep in the forest #andrea hollander budy #Monique Felix #hansel & grettel #painting

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