It's Another Day, Time For More Attempts At Poetry

it's another day, time for more attempts at poetry

More embarrassing seventeen-syllable poetry.

-O-o-O-

Blue eyes in the dark.

Moonlight flashes off his charm.

The green eyes open.

-O-o-O-

Such arches, such balls.

Finely sculpted toes and heels.

"Must lick James's feet."

-O-o-O-

The cat wants to play.

Tonight, Jessie is away.

"Ay, James, want sum fucc?"

I think it needs to be said more that fic writers are not there to cater to a particular reader’s interests, and they shouldn’t be expected to. If you find a fic you enjoy, it’s because in that moment your interests overlap with the writer’s, not because they specifically created it for you, and it’s a healthy boundary to keep. Readers shouldn’t get insulted if the writer posts a fic that doesn’t align with their interests or fandoms; it’s not meant as a personal slight or anything, it’s just the writer writing for themselves, the way they’ve been doing all along. 

It’s really easy to get invested in a fic or a writer and feel close to them because of it, or to have a lot of interests that align with a writer’s and make assumptions about how a fic is going to go/what they’re going to write because of it, but…not everything is for you specifically, and learning that makes things easier for everyone involved. It’s not a slight, and it’s not an insult. It’s just the Venn diagram of fandom and interests overlapping in some places but not others. 

while trying to summon the haiku bot, i got inspired

So now you get haiku-ish arrangements of words about blueshipping.

-O-o-O-

Meowth, the charmed cat.

James, his quirky human queen.

Sailing the blue ship.

-O-o-O-

He did it again.

Went and fell for a rich kid.

Who needs Meowzie?

-O-o-O-

The lovers blast off.

"Get a room," Jessie tells them.

A tent is fine, too.

-O-o-O-

A tryst in the woods.

"What's that rustling in the bush?"

Oh, shit. It's the twerps.

-O-o-O-

A breeze up his skirt.

The tom cat fondles his queen.

"Oh, my, that tickles!"

-O-o-O-

This is not Professor Oak's poetry.

In Tumblr City, I stand on the street corner and yell with a sign.

i am. so sorry if i have ever used the phrase “i have an au where—” and led you to believe that there is an actual fic out there for you to read rather than, at best, a post where i explain the concept, and at worst it is simply something that lives in my brain

I used to think that any little facial twitch or off-movement of my eyes or unintended gesture could give away my innermost thoughts. And a lot of my innermost thoughts were sort of intrusive or obsessive, so I was afraid of seeming "weird" (or weirder, since most of the people around me seemed to see me as their own personal sideshow attraction).

I wish I could've seen a post like this when I was a kid.

here's a little reminder that no one can read your mind or see your "weird" or "bad" thoughts and daydreams! mind readers are not real, and your inner world is entirely private. your thoughts and daydreams are not embarrassing or bad, and they do not define your morality!