911 (mainly buddie) + ao3 tags + very unnecessary commentary from me pt. 2
Ted Lasso 3.11 + text posts
don't tell me i was the only one picking up on the Miguel / Peter B. vibe...
the second i saw peter b. my mind is just like "miguel/peter angst bitter exes?!?!?! one has moved on and one still madly in love!!!!!"
“you just find gay subtext in everything” no the fuck i dont the gay subtext was presented to me on an ornate silver platter
I lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship
Do I use fanfics as tool for me to cry or do i simply choose to bury my feelings
Shazam, a supposedly magic immortal being of unknown origin: kinda pops off ngl
Batman, a father of 6: (narrows eyes in suspicion) yes…indeed it does..
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.
Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there’s art now
Guys, the liquid stuff you use when you make a pen mistake so you have to cover it over, what’s it called?
White out
Okay that’s what I thot too,
But apparently it’s “Wite out” 😳😳😳 hello??????
Mandela effect *X-file music plays*
Views from an alternate dimension
Wite-Out is a brand of white out/correction fluid/liquid paper. The colloquial ‘white-out’ probably derives from the Wite-Out brand. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Correction_fluid https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liquid_Paper
More importantly:
New Zealand math classroom, circa 2019
this post just shot me in the face like ten times
this single panel of a popeye comic @fleetwoodbrak dug up while he was spelunking on the popeye wiki is the only thing keeping me alive
this one too
king
Tartali Florist AU!
Zhongli : *rambles non-stop about flowers*
Childe : *listens fondly*
Bonus :
hhhnnGgghbnnnhgj
me with kaeluc:
brothers kaeluc: nice, two brothers who fucks
not-brothers kaeluc: nice, two guys who fucks
Out of the mouth of babes…
sometimes a family is an ancient warrior once worshiped as a god, two mortal enemies turned husbands close to their thousandth anniversary, a french soldier from the napoleon era and their bright eyed newly adopted baby in her 20s with a heart of gold