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[dancing-on-the-waves]

What I Do Not Understand

What I Do Not Understand 

There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have Am I angry or sad? How do I know what to feel? Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal

I look all around at the world Then I look inside I sit waiting for the afterworld Away from the chaos near and wide.

Sad eyes and tortured cries abound Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around Will the noise ever cease?

Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?

Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators?  I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor?

Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?

How can I reach out to help To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help When life is so disconcerting?

Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant While outside people starve from disease or drought?

These things I do not understand What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand Often make me forget what I have.

K. C. Barry

[fakesurprise]

There is a Court where all matters of import are decided. It exists when it has to, for reasons even some members never know.

"Who did this?" the Queen of Nothing hisses. "The Imposter? Tell me!"

Winter turns and stares at the Queen, who takes a step back as the hall goes quiet. "The Importer has his - own place, but is not this kind of foolish."

"A piece of Nothing is gone. I felt it -." The Queen goes still. "This will not stand."

Her voice is not as empty as she supposes.

"I am afraid I cannot help you."

"You are time. You see all things -."

"An aspect, but not the whole. I am not Arth'Ba'Toch in this moment." Winter's smile is far colder than his name. "Do not give me cause to abuse the power that I am."

And even Nothing steps back at that, her gaze raking the room. Several lesser Powers flee, not wishing to be unmade.

"I believe I can explain." And behind her is another, sometimes clad in armour.

The Queen turns, and sneers. "You wear a mortal form."

"They have some importance as well," Lance Christensen says calmly. "And this is a matter of mortals."

"No mortal can disturb the sacred balance."

Winter sighs, and the sigh is deep and resigned and knowing.

Lance smiled crookedly. "A mortal did. Jay was asked if hugs needed to be recharged, and now they do."

"I have not met this one."

"You can't. You are what you are, Void and all. Jay would - change you, and into what I suspect no one can know."

"Change me?" The Queen laughs. "You have changed. Justice should be seeking recompense for me, not telling me to hide!"

Lance shakes his head. "Many Powers exist, and some have never been part of the court. Jay is - outside all of that. From Outside the universe."

"The Cone and the Grave govern all such -."

"Jay hides himself from them."

"... that is not possible."

"Yes, well, the universe now has a Huggery that recharges hugs. Until a few hours ago that was also impossible." Lance doesn't smile. Justice seldom does. "Jay once banished me from the universe by accident. I will not say it did not cost him, and fixing it was another cost. He was ten then. He is eleven now. You don't want to draw his attention."

"If Innocence was a Power, it would be Jay. And Innocence does not last," and a raven sometimes called Skergaal appears, to slip away a moment later.

The Court vanishes, as all return to their own places of Power.

Only Winter remains, because there are few places that Time is not.

"Hello," he says to the Huggery, and gently helps it find its place among the Powers.

[randomlyjay]

One day a Jay made a jaysome deal To hide an Imposter from the real!  But they were adamant A Jay stop any accident So I did bindings to make an @adamantseal

[purgatorypoetry]

Let the sky stay painted for a while. Let the dynamic blooms of reds and blues shift their hues by the will of god and that alone. While you're at it, go ahead and let god exist for a little bit too. Try not to question the physics or the chemistry of beauty and try simply to let it lie on your tongue. Hold it there and savour the taste. More importantly, give thanks.

Let the stars make their pictures. Let our ancient heroes hold their place. Don't dwell on all that empty space. Don't think of the violence of the stars. Don't think of entropy. Wonder instead at the hands that hung them, infinite and illustrious.

Let the sun be god. Or a god. Pray to it at least once and wonder if it will set tonight - rise tomorrow. Disregard the concept of its gravity and the great speeds at which we are hurtling around it and it around greater masses and at greater speeds still. Still.

Let it all lie still and static. Beautiful and perfect and mysterious. Untouchable and immovable and unknowable. Wondrous and marvelous and real.

[caffeinatedcharlie]

beautifulimposter25 reblogged your post:

Welcome, eater of gods.

Jay is... doing bindings. Of course he’s doing bindings. 

And has acquired a meeting room white paper board, paper, and markers. Which he is filling with graphs. At least, I think most of it is graphs.

He has determined that I will have a very jaysome amount of followers soon. 

(.... what happens if I don’t?)

[llesbianwrites]

Thanks for the STS ask :-) in return, I will ask this. If you met your OCs, would you like any of them? Do you think you would ever form any relationships with them and if so, what form would those relationships take?

ooh this is a really good question! i think if i knew they were my ocs i’d treat them a loooot different than if they were just people i met, you know? that being said assuming i DIDNT know they were my ocs... i’d 100% have a crush on hanako jes theo and mira. thank you.

[druzydabbles]

Storyteller Saturday question: which character has the best sense of humor? Which one is the most silly? Who would you say is whimsical at heart? Three questions for the price of one.

Happy Storyteller Saturday!

All of these questions could be answered with Colin. XD He’s honestly just a big kid, he loves making puns and jokes and getting a smile or laugh out of his family and friends! He’s quite a bit of a clutz, but he’s always managed to turn his blunders into something to laugh about, and he has such a wonderful imagination and creativity with his stories that I’d say he’d match the whimsy, too!

Thank you for the ask! ^u^

[barbaranestor2]

I was tagged by @beautifulimposter25 magical genius monkey that I admire and adore.

Favorite smell: alien farts and cyborg feet now roses poppies books magic brooms and I love when god nipples are smelling the clouds

First job: during school I was a barista for one day I was so crap I was fired immediately despite my extravagant mesmerizing pancake goth make up and damsel in distress graceful demeanor

Zodiac sign: libra I avoid arguments unless are rooted in art and with the right insane elitist but not egocentric companion

Favorite pizza: I think Hawaii yep that one with pineapple even my culinary taste is a bit odd like me

Favorite dog: my best friend is a cute Yorkshire cuz I live in a flat so not enough space for a big dog his name is Abu and I love him to death but my fav are Danish dogs

Favorite foot attire: goth shoes and punk boots no high heels anymore I’m too lazy to torment my feet on them but I own a bunch that sleep dumb in my wardrobe

Pet peeves: ignorance and money lovers commercial music and art maniacs murderers pedophiles zoophiles and muggle brains who lie that they don’t sin and have no vices bigots and misanthropes hypocrites list is too long so I’ll stop here

What are you listening to right now: smashing pumpkins christian death joy division and animal collective

Color of your vehicle: no driving permit so no car cabs are really cheap in my place

Color of your eyes: black almost with a couple of mischievous stars dancing lap dance when I’m sobbing

Favorite holiday: I’m always in vacation especially when I’m scribbling I feel that is the most beautiful vacation of my life

Night owl or day person: I’m goth what the fuck you expect but I’m getting old so I got used with sunshine too

Favorite day of the week: Monday :)

Tattoos : only one a small girl called little Lucy in the night she’s evil and she hates cats sorry guys made by an artist from Berlin

Like to cook: beside writing I like nothing hate ordeals and I’m traumatized when I was small my mother spilled on my foot hot sugar that she was cooking I’m afraid of fire and water

Beer or wine: love wine but seldom I drink alcohol

Can you drive a manual transition: have no fucking clue what it means so I’m not gonna bother any further

Favorite color: black and gray in tandem with dusted pink

Do you like vegetables: potato spinach and hate broccoli

Do you wear glasses: only for reading and I’ve a huge collection of sun glasses my fav accessories

Favorite season: autumn nature looks divine and the sadness that brings brings me closer to death hoping one day a romantic vampire will bite me so I can haunt Cyrano de Bergerac and my previous pets and my adored dead mother