the world isn't always soft, so i try to be

my name is rohan paul. i am mediocre at the following things: poetry, art, sewing, writing, music, and crocheting. she/he/they. bi. infp/enfp (idk)

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REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU 'HEY' AND START A FRIENDSHIP.

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Ye ofc!!

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please

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do it

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this is something i drew at 3 AM, in which the characters featured are absolutely not based off real people or people that exist in media

i was experimenting with a new, simpler art style since i didn’t really feel like shading, and used several references. (there are also holes in places since it’s half-assed, so don’t look at it too hard)

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its so cute :)

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Disney has trademarked the names of a bunch of Norse gods.

This is not okay.

These gods do not belong to Disney. They do not belong to Marvel. They belong to themselves and themselves alone, along with all those who worship them as the deities they are.

Thor, Loki, Odin, etc., these gods were not thought up by anyone at Disney or Marvel.

Stan Lee knew how sacred these gods are to those who follow many different Pagan traditions, how sacred they are to Scandinavian cultures to whom they are so important.

My best friend follows the Norse gods. She will be so bloody offended when she finds out about this. These are her gods, this is her religion. These are the deities she worships, the gods she prays to, the traditions she follows. She enjoys the Marvel portrayals of these characters, but they are separate from the gods she believes in.

Disney is stepping on her religion in an effort to gain more and more money.

Stan Lee did not trademark these names. He understood their importance and their sacred meaning. He was respectful enough not to do this.

These names are not the intellectual property of anyone. Neither the original names in runes nor the anglicised names that are used in Marvel's works.

They were around well before us (a whole ass millennium before us), and they will be around well after the greedy bastards who have decided to trademark religious symbols are dust.

It should be common sense and common courtesy not to trademark the names of religious figures, which all of these gods and goddesses are, even if you do not believe in them.

mod is not christian but you would never see me trademark jesus ffs it crosses a Line

If you agree, please sign and share the petition. If you can, please chip in to get this petition everywhere it can possibly go.

It is f**king disgusting that Disney is doing this.

It needs to stop.

Sign the Petition

Stop Disney Trademarking The Names of Norse Gods

Oh, and one more thing.

FUCK DISNEY.

i want to throw up ive included a bunch of tags trying to get the norse pagans attention bc im sure they'll want in on this if u have an in with the norse paganism community on tumblr pls do tag everyone u can

im wondering now if they've done this to the greek gods too ughh that would show even more of a disregard for other people's religious views and past people's religious views ughhhh ok imma go look at the toilet bowl for a bit 😅pls sign it'd mean the world to me

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Boost and sign

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pls do it disney is so mean

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are you autistic and gay?

lesbian and autistic perhaps?

an autistic pan or bisexual?

asexual and autistic?

trans or non binary and autistic?

any autistic member of the LGBTQ+ community?

well guess what...

you're fucken great and I love you

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Repost if your account is LGBTQ+ & autistic-friendly

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so originally this blog was just gonna be poetry stuff but thats kind of boring. so now this blog is gonna be whatever i want it to be (probably she ra, les mis, art, and stuff about the lgbtqia+ community but idk), and all my poetry is going to be on @peachtreesandpoetry

so if you follow me for my poetry go follow me there instead

also have a good day :)

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HAPPY BARRICADE DAY

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a toast

(an enjoltaire poem mostly about grantaire)

an ode / to you / the man who is hollow / and empty and dark and broken / to you / the cynic / whose beliefs were shattered / like broken bottles on the road / and sometimes the shards / still / cut.

an ode / to you / the man who lets liquor burn the back of his throat / in hopes that it will set him aflame again / in hopes that it will make him / bright and warm and vibrant and alive / and for a second / it does.

an ode / to you / the man who is attached to the feeling / of fiery wine / staining his bones and burning his veins / leaving scorch marks on his self-esteem / and burning away his heart / to you / the man who / could not put the bottle down / because he likes the way / the flaming drink / burns.

and for a moment / you are on fire / for a moment / you are bright and beautiful / warm and vibrant / alive / but only for a moment / because the burning drink sputters out / and you are darker than before / covered in black soot.

an ode / to you / the man who could not burn enough / who needed more than just crimson flames of wine / who needed the man of fire / the man who burned so bright / he blinded you /

(love is blind, isn’t it?) / he bleached you and blanched you / and he was fire and he burned / flames of passion so bright / that he set you on fire / you didn’t believe in much / but, oh, you believed in him /

around him, you burned bright / burned warm / vibrant and alive / he set you aflame / in a way that fiery liquor never could.

an ode / to you / the man who needed that his fire so much / you burned up for him / burned up with him / the smoke escaped the barrel of the guns / and the fire-hot bullets / they rained / (a little fall of rain) / rained / extinguishing your fire / and his.

an ode / to you / Grantaire / for your darkness and your flames /for your cynicism and your love / for your realness.

an ode, no, a toast to you.

-rohan

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HAPPY BARRICADE DAY

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here is the poem i wrote for barricade day. i’m also gonna post some other les mis poems and art that i’ve done in the past year but never posted. so get ready for that

bare your teeth / there’s blood and salt on the streets / spill your bottles / break the glass / and let it burn / like the world / moved by / schoolboys who know / right from wrong / facing fear with flying flags / they sing their songs / and stand their ground / on the streets they call home / they do not forget / the bones / and bits of glass / that crunch beneath their feet / like broken dreams / they fought for them / they fought with them / and although they went down / they didn’t give up

-rohan

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HAPPY BARRICADE DAY

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My Bird-Bone Body

I write the title, you write the poem! Reblog with your piece :D

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taking to the sky does no good

when the pressure of the air on your wings

breaks them.

teach me how to fly without falling

how to have a heartbeat without bruising

how to let the wind graze my feathers without slicing.

if i beat my wings against the sky

will the great blue have mercy?

or will it snap back like a rubber band 

and fling me to the ground?

is it possible to flap my wings too hard?

will they break if i fly against the wind

instead of with it?

when my feathers fall out

does that mean i’m falling apart

or are the pieces falling together?

teach me how to fly

-rohan paul

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yellow

the train whirs past the world

uncaring for the wildflowers 

it blurs together into a yellow

paint splotch on a canvas

one i can’t pluck from the earth

too watery to hold in my hands

the yellow paint slips through my fingers

in a way that flowers never do.

i wish the train would stop 

so i could make a flower crown 

so full of yellow petals

it might as well be made of gold.

but the train speeds away

from every patch of sunshine

growing from the ground.

people say the destination is what matters

that once i leave my train car it’ll all be better.

but what’s the point of a trip

if it’s not enjoyed?

why leave just to arrive?

why live without loving?

so i write love poems about 

the yellow weeds untouched

on the side of the tracks

and i whisper them to the world

because i am scared to make noise

when the train is so quiet.

and looking at the dandelions

growing glowing unnoticed

i think maybe it is enough

to love quietly.

-rohan paul

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spin me a story

spin me a story

weave me the thread of a tale untold

sew the frilled hem onto history

embroider endings into every epic

and stitch your favorite fable into my skin

a tattoo of thread twisted amongst my limbs

a tale etched into my soul

so spin me a story

braid it into my brain

knit me a wives’ tale 

that i can wrap round my neck

knot me a myth 

i can wear on my wrist

twisted like a laurel wreath

a reminder of the ending

so spin me a story

-rohan paul

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nothing night

dusk sits heavily into its rocking chair

and sways back and forth on the horizon

as the sunset fades

and the stars are sprinkled into the darkness.

inside, the lights are warm 

and we are warmer

wrapped up in blankets and each other

sitting on the couch

letting warm buttered popcorn melt on our tongues

like sunshine melts into sunset.

soon the stars will flicker like candles

and burn out

but for now

we are content with our lamps and our popcorn

our blankets and ourselves

under the starry night

-rohan paul

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pancakes

morning sits in the sky, a feather of light,

and in the kitchen, heat dances above a frying pan,

white batter waits patiently in our smallest metal bowl.

i drip it into the pan,

the sweet scent of pancakes rises,

flip,

golden.

perfect pancakes pile up on a plate,

fluffy and soft, edible clouds.

i always thought if clouds had a taste,

it would be ice cream,

but perhaps clouds taste like the sunshine soaked cakes,

we’re eating with our hands.

the beautifully browned breakfast,

we share.

why can’t we eat pancakes together every day?

-rohan paul

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when the sun rises

when sunlight crystallizes on the horizon

and shimmers in the jewels of dew that glitter the grass

like shards of glass glinting tauntingly, begging to slice

when the diamond-bright sunshine cuts through the cracks in the curtains

and settles like red rubies behind my eyelids,

whispering golden light into my dreams

when the sun shines through the morning darkness

lighting it up, reflecting off every surface

shimmering garnets, glowing gold

stained glass shattering to let sunlight through

when the sun rises 

I think of you

when dawn flowers over the land

and the sun blossoms pink and sweet in the sky

with its golden polished pollen center

when the colored clouds, soft as petals, dart about as bees

letting their honeyed sunlight, sweet as white roses, drip

onto the world as it opens its eyes

when morning spreads across the sky as pollen on the wind

and sunlight falls like escaped petals into cupped hands

when the sun rises

I think of you

when morning stretches its wings and takes to the sky

the tips of its bright golden feathers

tickling cheeks and teasing open eyelids, taunting the world awake

when the birds sing along

raising their wings and voices to the soft-feathered sky

to fly alongside the morning sun in its travels 

when the feathers in my pillow flutter 

and lift the sleep from my eyes and lift my head from its nest

and lift off to join winged dawn

when the sun rises

I think of you

when the sun rises

I think of you

-rohan paul