contained in words, but not words.

Hi I'm Thought. Canadian, queer, agender (they/them), crying nine-to-five in the social services sector, probably under-caffeinated. If you'd like me to tag something please just let me know. my ao3 fic that is too short to post to ao3 lives on tumblr! Icon credit to the fabulous Stoppit-Keepout the poem

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[imkeepinit]

Judith Butler, philosopher: ‘If you sacrifice a minority like trans people, you are operating within a fascist logic’

[directactionforhope]

Feels like a good time to remind certain people that this is coming from Judith Butler, who is not just a leading feminist philosopher, but also THE COFOUNDER OF QUEER THEORY

The literal cofounder of queer theory as an academic field says that abandoning trans people is fascist logic.

The voices in our community trying to exclude us may be loud, but they are not right, and they do not speak for the community as a whole or our history or anything at all.

Trans people belong here. We always have, and we always will.

[lukeishope]

I really miss the AOS gang so here are some silly goofy text posts of my best friends 🫶

[therealjambery]

Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (real fucking weird about each other).

[nondelphic]

writing isn’t hard. i just have to extract 80,000 words from my brain using sheer psychic force

[fishmechs]

i like to think m9 are unheard of generally in most places except the dynasty where they have like beautiful paintings of caleb in the goblin bondage holding up the beacon

[lizzy-lue]

Gurathin: Hey it calls itself Murderbot and I have some concerns.

MB: You do not trust Murderbot implicitly and without question? Murderbot, who would give its life for you? You betray Murderbot! Jail for client! Jail for client for one thousand years!

[distractionactivated]

Miki: Hey I trust you and I have no concerns!

MB: You trust Murderbot implicitly and without question? Murderbot, who is a rogue SecUnit? You betray Murderbot! Jail for client! Jail for client for one thousand years!

[digitalbeachrave]

died and came back wrong and no one could tell the difference

[megamindsupremacy]

died and came back wrong but only to myself. died and came back and nobody noticed i died. died and people think i came back better. died and came back wrong only in a specific sense of "wrong". died and fought like hell to come back and everyone thinks it was easy. died and came back mentally wrong and physically fine and tearing myself apart from the inside. died and hiding everything that went wrong. died and trying so hard to show what is wrong and nobody notices.

[hickeywiththegoodhair]

“why are you, as someone in their 30s, still on tumblr” oh so you think you’re gonna be normal when you’re my age? you think you’re gonna be CURED?? you think the witches’ curse will have been lifted by then?? cmon now

[shillanov]

u know what i fucking love. is that it's so clear that many of us have important full time jobs. yet you can see us here on tumblr throughout the work day posting about the most unhinged shit possible. like we're really out here going to a meeting then coming back to tumblr like "shane drippy big dick bouncing on that thang" before running back to another meeting like Hi Linda yes I talked to the team earlier and we're ready to send the documents over. How was your weekend

[malewifesband]

the setting is also a character. many do not know this but its true. it has a history and a future and often an arc of its own, and the other characters all have personal relationships with it

[malewifesband]

sometimes it gets anthropomorphized into a character or a divine figure or symbolized by something more tangible like a river or a car or a boat but it is a character in its own right and you should think of it this way

[gayteensupreme]

arts degrees r so funny because you go in class and theyre like What Is A Poem? we dont know for sure... and then moral of the story is we don't know what a poem is. and then the worst part of it is that theyre right

[maxxie-or-smth]

i was crazy back then (8 minutes ago)

[sashayed]

Lynchian: a moving shadow

1 A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree, a late light shifting from the expected place, all the small insignificant darknesses that gang up on the imagination. Here they move with their silent melodramatic shrieks seeking a wall to touch, and yet persisting in the darkness of the forest or the road. 2 A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree in field or forest. Here’s the midnight park behind the empty street. Under the skin, children are playing, and the train waits at the station, forever drawing in to crepuscular music on a stage with the reddest curtains you have ever seen. 3 A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree with a blonde woman walking away from it into a room or chair or a fluffy unmade bed where someone else is sleeping. Someone speaks in a voice inside a head. It might be hers or the tree in a landscape of speaking trees. Must you be so creepy, the voice is saying. 4 A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree. But David, you must stop these endless games, says the tree. Grow up, David. It’s late and we have to go to bed. Turn off the music. Concentrate on the shadows on the wall. Unpeel yourself from the wallpaper. Sit up. Lie down. Stop speaking. Shut up. Shut up. 5 A moving shadow, nothing, just a tree in the branches of which hoots an owl. Symptoms of dizziness. Another stage, more curtains, more transformations. One finds oneself by listening. Are you listening, David? And music pours from the tree in copious bars as if living were a matter of moving shadows.

George Szirtes (b. 1948) in Poetry, January/February 2026

[april-is]

April 8, 2026: Furniture, Lisa Allen Ortiz

Furniture Lisa Allen Ortiz

I already figured out that we imagine the future and then later we exist in the future we imagined. So definitely we are imagined creatures.

Last week my friend Farnaz taught me the term anticipatory grief meaning we're sad now for a thing that will happen later. Imagine that.

The blue chair with its fabric-pattern plants and birds. I don't want to lose the world.

To keep things as they are and to be happy must I imagine myself happy or imagine myself un-kept?

I can't figure that part out. I just sit in this bird-patterned chair between the now and the then--- sad slot of time

that loves the world too much yet mourns the very loving as if mourning were a way to love.

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Roll your bones in the poetry loam from today's date in:

2025: What Is White?, Mary O'Neill 2024: As If to Demonstrate an Eclipse, Billy Collins  2023: Neither Time Nor Grief is a Flat Circle, Christina Olson 2022: Pippi Longstocking, Sandra Simonds 2021: Waking After the Surgery, Leila Chatti 2020: Gutbucket, Kevin Young 2019: Insomnia, Linda Pastan 2018: How Many Nights, Galway Kinnell 2017: The Little Book of Hand Shadows, Deborah Digges 2016: Now I Pray, Kathy Engel 2015: Why I’m Here, Jacqueline Berger 2014: Snow, Aldo, Kate DiCamillo 2013: from The Escape, Philip Levine 2012: Thirst, Mary Oliver 2011: Getting Away with It, Jack Gilbert 2010: *turning, Annie Guthrie 2009: I Don’t Fear Death, Sandra Beasley 2008: The Dover Bitch, Anthony Hecht 2007: Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl, Dorianne Laux 2006: Up Jumped Spring, Al Young 2005: Old Women in Eliot Poems, David Wright

[rathayibacter]

so, dogs are good, right? its practically a truism that dogs are good. and then dogshit is bad. so there's a connection there.

horseshit is false, unreliable, and horses are very reliable. bullshit is also false, but carries an additional implication of trickery, while bulls are extremely straightforward and guileless.

so, with the pattern established... what's up with bats? are they particularly sane? is a bat's view of the world more accurate than ours? much to consider.

[thought-42]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thirteenth Doctor/The Master (Dhawan), Irving Braxiatel & Bernice Summerfield Characters: Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who), The Master (Dhawan), Irving Braxiatel, Bernice Summerfield, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair (Doctor Who), Graham O'Brien, Peter Summerfield, Ruth (Bernice Summerfield), Jack McSpringheel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ryan Sinclair is a good bro, Episode: s12e10 The Timeless Children, Post-Episode: S16E5 In Living Memory, The Master's canon typical suicidality, Unreliable Narrator, at least four people in this room believe that they are the main character and it makes getting anything done challenging Summary:

“I'd blow up the planet,” The Master says, firmly. “Give me a year, I bet I could do it. I'd blow it up with both of us and all the humans still here and call it pest control.” “He would,” The Doctor says, ducking her head apologetically, and then, calmly, she picks up an autumnally themed decorative pillow and starts making a concerted effort to smother him with it.

Or

Tfw you invite your friends over to your house but your little sister and her best friend won't stop bugging you.