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crazysodomite

The Sun

it loves us

it hates us

it is unfeeling

Voting ended onJun 28, 2024

crazysodomite

The Moon

it loves us

it hates us

it is unfeeling

Voting ended onJun 28, 2024

#we orbit the sun as one of many #small and indistinct in her burning unblinking gaze #the moon was born with us #a collision that reassembled rock and matter into two beings; into moon-and-earth. earth-and-moon #it was pure chance #it was the beginning of a symbiotic waltz through the millennias #for the earth she is a glowing knight in silver #her weight a shield that pulls away the meteors and debris #she is a metronome; we spin in constant rhythm; we never miss a beat #she is a magnet; a commander of our tides; our great wide oceans and tectonic plates and bubbling magma underneath #she is a mirror; a silver lamp in the void #a sieve that filters the suns unrelentingly eye into soft grey light #a guide for the moths and bats; the penguins and migrating sea turtles #our benevolent lighthouse #our lucky coin #and in return we love her #we love her like a sister; a goddess; a friend #two lonely rocks in a wide wide galaxy #in the space between they whisper ‘oh you mean the universe to me’

curiousscallop

Higgledy-piggledy, many a year ago, I and a maiden named Annabel Lee

lived in an amorous interconnectedness down in a kingdom that sat by the sea.

I was a child and she was a child, but summing our love yielded more than its parts --

therefore the seraphim jealously coveted my and my Annabel's childish hearts.

This was the reason a wind from the overcast chilled her and killed her and bore her away,

carried by countrymen highborn and beautiful, into a sepulchre down by the waves.

Not so contentedly, not half as happily, up in their Heaven the angels conferred,

sent us a tempest to chill her by nighttime -- yes, that was the argument, all men averred.

Under the ocean, the antidiluvian demons, and angels in Heaven above,

never can sever my soul from the soul of my younger, more foolish, more beautiful love:

Higgledy piggledy, moonbeams and starlight, her eyes find me dreaming, my Annabel Lee,

there in her sepulchre all of a night-tide, I lie with my bride in her tomb by the sea.

anik

i love this guy

dog-teeth

normal way to think about making art

escuerzoresucitado

brionysea

we need to keep this circulating so it can find the people who are about to stay up for 3 to 4 hours

phleb0tomist

he would not fucking say that, but with disability.. he would not fucking be able bodied. sick n tired of characters walking away from multiple life changing injuries without a scratch. let’s get some natural consequences in here.

give that knife/sword fight survivor nerve damage. give the character who was shot in the gut a stoma. give that fire survivor lung damage and an oxygen cannula. give that leg injury survivor a cane. give that starvation survivor gastroparesis. give that spinal injury survivor a manual chair or powerchair.

while we’re at it, give your characters congenital disabilities too, just because. give them intellectual and development disabilities. give them acquired and postviral illnesses. dare to make somebody bedbound. for me.