#ana writes stuff

[gallopinggallifreyans]

Moses supposes his toeses are frozes And Moses supposes verifiably  Well, Moses, he knowses that outside it snowses  And snowses make Moses and his toeses freeze 

[thekingfishers]

so, I'm having really hard time finishing this so I might as well post the last thing I wrote for it hopefully I'll get out of this block soon

@1daboficfest - young and royals au

“I don’t need your protection Harry!” the boy yelled back in pain, “I need your support!” he finally stated while tears ran all across his beautiful face.

tagging @alphalouis @cowboylarries @evilovesyou @greeneyesfriedrice @nouies @allwaswell16 and whoever who wants to

[gallopinggallifreyans]

Friends, Romans, Senators, thank you all We have gathered here to plot his fall Caesar calls for his home Thinks himself safe in Rome Beware the Ides—and wait for my call.

[gallopinggallifreyans]

December 15th, 2025

Pâtissier

Tonight, a Michelin pastiche  We start with hors d’oeuvres then a quiche  (It’s pronounced quickie)  (Call me, come quickly)  And please don’t forget the ceviche 

Rusting your beard with each kiss  Covering your pretty lips  Scoop up the platter  Fingers in batter  Repeat the motion then twist 

Roll the dough thick as a finger  Butter it, don’t let it linger  Fold it in half  Let the scent waft  Guide it once more through the wringer 

Rings in silver and black  Cool on the warm oven rack  Slide the sheet in  Timer, begin  Breathe in and pick up the slack 

Eclairs, those plump, chocolatey dreams  Red jelly on Peek Freans, it gleams  Twinkies, Swiss rolls  By the handful  Lick it off, I’m covered in cream 

Baby, come butter my biscuit  Dressed up in white, how you wished it  Warm and soft  Take it off  Or leave it on, please just eat it 

Three meals a day isn’t enough  Pull them apart, cream in my puff  Cinnamon, spice  Everything nice  I’m so full, that’s too much, I’m stuffed!

___

The original title was "Saucier" as a pun on the kitchen position and comparative (more saucy). This is a pure horny, very dirty, barely disguised, not-even-trying-to-hide-it type of poem. Its partner can be found here.

[gallopinggallifreyans]

December 7th, 2025

Intervention

Starving for a holy feast  Lord, hear me prayin’  Quia peccavi nimis  Please give me something 

Start with mildly horny stanzas  Hiding all the rhymes in  Disconnected lyrics, fans of  Frankensteined flows clockin’ 

My cobbled, janky verse, it cracks  Across my jaw, a win  I can’t see yet, a beast, two backs  Is all I imagine 

And still there’s the pain and the shame  Less a fact that I spin  Connect the dots, I don’t seek fame  I seek warmth to sink in 

To the empty bottles and cans  They lie open, more gin?  I ask you, in the mirror, sands  Of time holler above the din 

Inside, looking for l’amour  Outside, covered in armour  Stolen grief, stolen greaves  Red and gold, before he leaves 

It is empty, Achilles—  Not the clothes you wear  Happy Folk slept restlessly  The devils are here 

Stanza two, I’ve lost myself, dear  Triptychs don’t come so clear  To my addled mind, I’m too near  The sun, wax melting, fear 

Flings me down to shame I reclaim  Without force, with force? Who knows, name  The thing, beat it at its own game  Divine my own path, offbeat, tame? 

Nothing tame resides within me  Gunshot, startling, let me free  Through the gates, slither down the tree  Offer choices: peace or pussy? 

Two roads diverge, do not go gently Don't say "I love you most ardently" Give me coffee and TV, then leave Verse four, shoved in, make way for my dreams

I, too, have a destiny  Both gates look the same  Some things don’t leave you fully  Elevamini, portae 

Third time’s the charm, but three’s a crowd  Get loud, playing with new sound  Switch up the beat, start fresh, I vowed  To keep sharp verses around  And on that I won’t be too proud 

See, pride’s a sin, and a sin I know well  Pride’s also missing from that fiery well  In the earth, was Dante mistaken? Well,  Gluttony, Greed, and Lust work just as well 

So choose your character, pick your poison  We might as well go nuts, show nuts, get some action  I can’t place Wrath yet, maybe ‘cause it’s in  Ev’ry word, each rhyme I write, down to the fraction 

And these rhymes ain’t dimes  But I got you chiming in,  Wave your hands like mimes  Squeeze thesauruses like limes 

Onto the tip of my tongue  Smooth burn down into my lung  Think I’m so good, I’m so hung  Over it, drink like I’m young 

Don’t look now but the glass bottle’s clean  Don’t say a word ‘bout how I’m not clean  Twenty two years of trying to be clean  Drop me in the river, I’ll come out squeaky clean 

And I can’t sleep  I can’t resist  The pull to keep  Writing, insist 

Upon myself,  But here I stop  Put it on the shelf  Smack a lid on top

------

Snippets 1: Day & Night, Ok Goodnight / Sinnerman, Nina Simone / Hellfire, The Hunchback of Notre Dame / Something to Sing About, Buffy cast

Snippets 2: Achilles Come Down, Gang of Youths / This Is Your Life, The Dust Brothers / Fire Coming out of the Monkey’s Head, Gorillaz / Tempest, Shakespeare

Snippets 3: Brutus, Buttress / Tick, tick…, MF Doom / Big Dawgs, Hanumankind / Sadeness, Enigma

Snippets 4/freestyle: The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost / Do not go gentle, Dylan Thomas (adapted) / Pride & Prejudice, Jane Austen / Coffee and TV, Blur

Some commentary: this really isn't about drinking. I put myself in an intervention a couple nights ago and opened up a whole can of trauma worms. This is meant to embody both my repression of a bunch of assaults and my resulting obsession with sex and the anger that comes with realizing what happened. And there's other things which may be more obvious that I haven't caught yet but here's what it is at the moment.

[gallopinggallifreyans]

An ode to the fella who keeps popping up in my dreams (same guy every time!). Unformatted text under the cut, image is crunchy.

King Stefan’s Castle 

I’ve known  you  for years and years and I’ve never met  you.  You  appear in my every waking moment and  you  linger in my sleep. I haven’t dreamed of  you  in a long while. Where did  you  go? You feel like an impending implosion. It’s like they said:  once upon a dream.  For nearly twenty years, that’s been my standard of love, whether or not I knew it. The peace that comes with knowing. The confidence to say, pick me up at seven. The safety that comes with  I know you.  You  are so painfully familiar, and  you  leave me all alone in my waking life.  You  appear in my every dream. I miss  you.  Who are you?

[gallopinggallifreyans]

January 11th, 2026 

Avoidant / Anxious

Spring time draws nearer.  I can almost taste the earthen grief pushing new undergrowth up to hide the tracks left by everything unsaid.  Warm sunlight on my head, on my belly, washing away winter’s mistakes.  Fat, grey stormclouds rolling over the horizon mix iron and petrichor into the soil’s expensive perfume.  Metal on my tongue.  Rich, wide skies, not quite Caribbean in shade become the backdrop for this next chapter.  I want to fall into it (change my perspective), I want to snap my tether (it was never tied down).  I want the morning texts (never liked those), I want the reassurance (asking is weakness).  I want the red on white, the lace on linen. 

Chinook season delivers such sweet stories.  False heat feeds on hope, then plunges the world back into unforgiveness.  Tantalus swallows bitter frost—or does he?  Even the powder is empty, soft, bare, inviting, and totally unattainable. Still, metal on my tongue.  Scarcity drives this half of the year and it demands too much, begets itself.  Blank, white sheets, soundless in space, the regretful present day.  I want to fall into it (face first), I want to snap my tether (pull me out).  I want the morning texts (please don’t leave), I want the reassurance (sorry for existing).  I want the red on white, the blood on snow.

___

Tried something kinda new? Directly addressing my issues bit by bit instead of hiding behind metaphor. I tend to swing wildly between anxious and avoidant. And I kinda do miss the springtime, we had some warm weather yesterday (it made me sick though lol). And I'm grappling with a lot of emotions atm, it's driving me crazy.

[gallopinggallifreyans]

eh alright, part 3 of the autopsychoanalytical sleeping beauty series (henceforth asb).

(part 1 here, part 2 here)