carpe diem

we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write p o e t r y because we are members of the human race. And the human race is FILLED with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay A L I V E for.

[seizethcdxy]

viclinists·:

– “RIGHT, WELL YOU’VE LOOKED BETTER,” she snaps back, not giving his bullshit the time of day. granted, ryder looks just fine – good, even – but her comeback slips out of her lips before she can even process what he looks like. sitting under the stars with him feels like years ago, maybe even a different person than the odette she is right now. and ryder’s tone of voice seems to agree. he still thinks no more highly of her than he did before. it almost stings, but she’s numb at this point. “i, um – i know, thank you captain obvious,” she hisses, digging through her purse for the missing earring after ryder’s reminded her that it’s there. “but glad to see you’ve got nothing better to do than narrate my exploits,” she adds, fumbling with the clasp. 

"Really, you think so? I thought I dressed up quite nicely actually." he fought her words, knowing that the dig was quite shallow -- if effective at all. messing with odette always was a sort of fun time for ryder, it always seemed to entertain him at otherwise quite boring times. And he couldn't name a worse time than a cocktail party. The epitome of small talk and polite conversations, things that were the opposites of ryder's strong suits. "Is that why you're just now putting it back on? Besides, what else would I be doing than talking to my best friend?" a small emotionless chuckle left his mouth.

[seizethcdxy]

okay hey babes, i’ll be on tomorrow.. its hard w practice days, but I’ll make sure to get everything done after work tomorrow!!!

[cohenchrismukkah]

[shiavanzin]

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[seizethcdxy]

Me: has to go to work in 2 hours

Also me: let me get my laptop so i can do replies really fast

ALSO AN EDIT bc I’m so mad golden state won ugh

[viclinists]

open starter. 

– SHE DOESN’T MEAN TO BE SO LATE. odette has hardly been late to a single thing in her life, it’s in her nature. and yet, how could she possibly explain that it’s because she overslept? that she was awake ALL night, and then slept through the afternoon? she got ready in a frenzy, nearly forgetting an earring (she still has to put it on, it’s in her clutch), and hastily covering up fading hickies with makeup. when she arrives, she still feels like she’s wandering around in a dream, not quite in touch with reality yet. as she enters, she can feel all heads turn and she flashes a sheepish smile at no one in particular, softly mutters “sorry” and hopes they’ll soon turn their attention elsewhere. she averts her eyes, making her way toward the refreshments until she finds the confidence to speak with just about anyone.

[seizethcdxy]

ryder wasn’t exactly the happiest at the little memorial bullshit. he mostly kept to the outskirts of the small crowd, not really interested in socializing.  he just felt as if he was required to come to this.  “you look like hell.” ryder deadpanned to odette, although not entirely in a negative way, mostly rubbing it in her face even though he knew that he shouldn’t. but now the two were in public -- their little moment they shared before was dead.  the facade must live on, at least in ryder’s mind that was how things were going to go.  he debated following her as she walked towards to drinks area, watching her move over there, he knows it isn’t the time to pick a fight.  and yet, he approached her anyway.   “you showed up late, and you’re -- you’re missing an earring.”

[seizethcdxy]

yo everyone, i’ll be on tomorrow!  i was very busy & i’m tired & I have to wake up at 2:30

[sunwxlfies]

[viclinists]

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[roseydoux]

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viclinists‌:

– “NO, NO,” SHE PROTESTS, shaking her head. “you didn’t. i mean, unless you didn’t want to. i think it’s really cool,” her voice is sincere, genuine for a change. and she means it. “and i’m sorry that you can’t study it more, you’d probably be really good.” she means that too. of course, odette has always known the same things: complying with whatever her parents wanted. she’d fucked up once, big time, and couldn’t fathom going back. but music was her passion, her first love, and she felt so lucky to be able to pursue it. to not be able to pursue the things you loved? she wouldn’t wish that on her worst enemy.

“yes, for anything. test me any way you like,” she replies, surprised to hear him laugh. “and don’t laugh!” she nudges, “i’m seriously tougher than you think i am.” probably a lie. but not the point.

the way he shuts down her combative nature surprises her, completely expecting him to fight back. “well, yeah,” she says, “he was my twin brother. he had my back through everything, looked out for me. i’d always pick him, over anyone. at least, i would have,” odette’s voice grows soft near the end, sad. she wishes she still had the option to choose.

“Ah, okay.” he nodded slowly, starting to feel a bit awkward about his admittance -- it wasn’t exactly something he talked about with noah but less something he needed to mention to odette.  “Yeah, it was two years ago, I’m fine now.” besides, ‘no’ was a term ryder was used to at this point in his life, it was one of the only words that he heard from his dad. 

“ooh, a challenge, i’ll take that.” he held his hands up in defense, “i didn’t laugh.” he jokingly lied, although he glanced down at the paints on the floor. a smirk grew on his face that he quickly covered up.  “we’ll just have to test your theory.”

“hey, you still would pick him over anyone else." ryder tried his best to console odette, but it was hard walking the fine line since quentin and him didn’t get along at all -- something that he just carried on to odette without second though.  he never really took into account her opinions on the matter.  

[seizethcdxy]

aiinsworths‌:

                thank god, it was ryder. it was ironic, almost, that the one place that he would run into ryder was somewhere that he was almost certain no one else would come. well, perhaps not … if more than one of the ashcroft students had already snuck off-campus, it was clearly a semi-popular idea. “i know, i just …” he was stuck for words. he did know ryder was fine with secrets, practically everything that transpired with his friends and ryder would have originally made them mortal enemies by default. but still … parker wasn’t one to judge quickly. always the optimist, always the one to see the best in people. “snickers bar? mate, you’ve got to look at your options here. you’ve got me in a position of weakness and you choose a snickers bar? go for like … a curly wurly or rolo’s or something.”

“What, are you nervous about getting caught?  They aren’t going to do anything, probably a slap on wrist with a little, ‘that was dangerous, don’t do that.’” ryder tried to soothe parker, something about the other seemed off.  not that the two were close in general, but contrary to popular belief, ryder did happen to care about others.  “excuse you, judging my candy preference.  I guess I should run off to administration now and tell them all about how i found you walking back to campus.” he teased the other, “besides, maybe i want the nice peanut butter with chocolate, and i would get rolos, but they seem to disappear way too quickly.” ryder explained with a quick grin.

[seizethcdxy]

noahdavisx‌:

“hey, maybe bane needs time to himself. cats like being alone.” he coolly remarked, “um, there’s only moron here and that’s you.” when ryder agreed to go out, noah let out a victorious “yes”. noah dug through his closet for something to wear. he settled for a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt and skinny jeans. “fine, i get it. you don’t have to drink. but there really isn’t a point if you don’t drink.” the fact that they were on lockdown seemed to fly over noah’s head. all they had to do was not get caught. “i’m only ditching you if you spoil the mood and complain, so you better be on your best behavior.” he patted ryder on the shoulder. “don’t worry. if you need a wingman, i got you.” he winked. “hurry and get dressed so we can go.” noah could hardly contain his excitement. 

“you’re impossible to argue with, do you know that?” ryder spun back around so he was facing his desk, finishing up the sentence he was writing before he cleaned everything back up, making sure everything was back in its place.  he turned back around to a now changed noah, “Don’t say that, because you know I’m going to complain.  I’m just going to leave if you ditch me, and if I die it’ll be on your hands.” the last bit was a joke (although ryder realized he might’ve gone a bit far.) “Oh, piss off, I don’t need a wingman because I don’t go out looking for a hook up, you already know this.” ryder looked down at what he was wearing, slacks with a blue blazer and white under shirt.  A standard uniform look for ryder, “what’s wrong with this?”

[seizethcdxy]

margaret-vanzin‌:

“Hi,” she replied, before realizing that was foolish, because she’d already told him hello, before he did. It was one of those silly automatic responses; she laughed a little at herself, a near-silent chuckle. 

“Oh, Ryder.” Despite his failing attempt at a joking tone, her returning words were sympathetic. She was all too familiar with the hassles of a too-packed schedule and how stressful that could be on a person, both physically and mentally. “I could help you figure out how to… schedule your time better, if you wanted?” If he started depriving himself of sleep to train or do other work, the quality of his performance would only decrease, and it would spiral from there, and he’d end up miserable. Possibly more miserable than he currently looked, unless it’d already gotten that bad. At his last question, Maggie shyly gestured towards the chair next to him. “Do you mind if I….? I was only going to read for a little while.”

ryder let out a soft laugh at the other’s awkwardness, something he wasn’t exactly lacking on his end though as well.  But maggie had a better reason for it than him, she had been training her whole life.  

ryder bit his tongue slightly at her words of sympathy, he wasn’t trying to ask for it.  he just wanted to make a joke.  “Oh, I have a schedule -- there’s just no room for sleep.  There’s a lot to do, especially with bane now.  I have to push a couple things back so I can play with him and you know, clean the litter box.” it was true, ryder had a whole agenda he planned by the hour.  he intentionally left sleep out because he knew whenever he would even try to lay down, his chest would tighten, his mind would blank out -- panic attacks.  so instead of trying to solve the idea, ryder thought he would just avoid it all together.  “Oh yeah of course, please, sit.” a pause, “Thanks-- for offering to help, it’s just that I’ve been distracted lately so studying takes longer.  You know?”

[realcleverscience]

[florencevanzin-blog]

//  CLOSED  //  @seizethcdxy

     The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and that morning Florence had smoked a joint.  It had been hours ago, but her head still had a nice, foggy feel to it.  Perfect for a stroll around the campus.  Not that she was supposed to be out there.  She was supposed to be in a lecture, but had no intention of attending.  She struggled to sit still for ten minutes, much less two hours. 

It was with this in mind, and a book of Sappho’s poetry in hand, that she walked across the lawn towards a bench.  As she went, she read allowed to herself  -  the only way she could focus.

“Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers.  Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress”.

Eyes not leaving the page, she perched on the wooden seat.  Her voice rose  (there was no one around, after all), and Florence raised an arm for the dramatics, as if addressing an audience from stage.  “With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit!  Lady, not longer  -  excuse me,”  she paused, peering up at the shadow that’d suddenly fallen across her,  “you’re blocking my sun.”

[seizethcdxy]

ryder was inbetween classes -- a time he usually used to prepare for his next class.  But as of today, he wasn’t really in the mood.  a rare occurrence (actually, it hasn’t happened before), so ryder was slightly distressed at the idea of doing nothing.  so he thought he would just sit down in the quad.  that was until he recognized one of the vanzins -- florence (he thinks at least), receiting poetry, albeit a bit more dramatic than his taste, but that’s what happens with theatre majors.  

“Ode to Aphrodite, good choice.  A very early representation of the LGBT community.” he said, ignoring her complaint, remaining where he is.  “A bit dramatic of a reading, no?  Do you have to present for a class or you just out here for fun?” 

[love-personal]

[seizethcdxy]

me: can barely keep up with replies also me: but that second character tho 👀

anyway, i’m going to bed bc i gotta wake up in five hours yeet