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I did this all for you by Xana: Destiel Anthem?

“You make a mess of mistakes, I just savour the taste, but I forgave this worthless world, because it gave me you.”

“I did this all so you could have your happy after, a never ending chapter. Call you up in the middle of the night just to enchant you[…]Now I’m part of you for the rest of your damn life.”

“Said you wanted closure, it’s never really over, didn’t wanna scare ya when I lost all my composure. Wishing you would save me, am I going just crazy? Every shooting stars rolling their eyes at me lately.”

I have not even brought up the “villains.” I say villains because they are not so much evil as they are violently protesting for human rights. Good for them.

My favorite character can open dimensional pockets. She kidnaps her favorite monsters and locks them in an old school to make them play dolls.

Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.

I’m gonna make a list of all the reasons the show fucked based off my half baked thoughts of improper remembrance, actually

You find out relatively late in the game that the main character’s best and only friend in the world is a secret agent getting paid to keep him compliant.

The secret base that is considered the only safe haven in the world free of corruption is named Providence.

Everyone is getting puppet mastered around by a guy so steeped in purity culture that he calls himself White Knight and lives in a air tight pressurized room cut off from the world to keep out corruption on a cellular level.

(This is both a normal thing to do, and something possible to achieve. Sure. Why not. )

White Knight is canonically kind of evil and he gets replaced by a worse guy named Black Knight.

A talking monkey sidekick uses a gun, if that appeals to you.

The doctor singlehanded tying everyone together and keeping this organization going is named Rebecca Holiday.

Rebecca: to tie or bind. Holiday: Holy Day. The religious connotations are not so much connotations as they are punching you in the face.

Theres a scientist flying around the planet in a space ship so fast that it’s only been a couple hours since the apocalyptic event that permanently changed the earth. It’s been a decade for everyone else. He does not know about the apocalyptic event.

It’s been a decade.

His parents are the ones who doomed the earth and its populace.

They also injected his kid brother with a killer nanite chip that makes him a god.

The kid mostly uses this to turn his legs into a motorcycle.

It has the unfortunate side effect of wiping the kids memories every few years. Last time it happened he forgot that he turned into Godzilla and wiped out an entire city.

The kid lived in japan where he was the leader of a mutant gang for a while. He was like 12.

There’s a guy who goes by Six because he’s the sixth most deadly man alive. I know. He is the teen robot god’s babysitter. He is also aware of the ridiculousness of this.

Generator Rex is legitimately one of the best cartoons ever created, and if I could find a way to watch it I would promptly write a 10k essay on why.

Intuit credit karma has an ad that stars a nonbinary character. It is three am and I am fighting tears over an ad character named Morgan. The narrator used they/them pronouns the entire time, seamlessly.

I sat up in my seat as soon as I saw them. I was shocked. I was hooked. I am somewhat upset with myself over having such an emotional reaction to a capitalist commercial meant to entice the younger generation. It worked.

So at what point in writing your book do you admit that you realized halfway through the outlining process-

“Fuck I’m writing wolfstar as lesbians.”

When does happiness have anything to do with entertainment? Is it not just an attempt to run screaming from seeing your life with open eyes?

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I love music. So much. I love art. I love poetry. I love language and writing and verse. I love oil on canvas and I love a child’s muddy handprint on the wall.

I love sunsets and I love sunrises. I love desert storms and I love typhoons. I love expression, and experience, and the awe that is accrued by taking a breath.

And I am so fucking tired of being called pretentious, or dramatic, or a try-hard for finding art in all things.

Nothing inspires me to write poetry more than reading poetry. Literally every time I have ever sat down to read poetry, within 10 minutes I am bent over scribbling notes and annotations and whole sonnets.

Sometimes because I loved what I read. Sometimes because I hated it. Sometimes because I wanted to make it better, make it different, make it mine.

As an artist, there is nothing wrong with seeking inspiration in other work.

If you’re having writers block…READ!!!! CONSUME MEDIA

I feel like I don’t hear that given enough as advice for writers block..just read? Watch tv? Movies? Find inspiration in media.

Writers block is a lack of inspiration, so go collect more.

Ready, Set, Go…

What’s your favorite Hozier song? Why? No, you can’t say all of them. And don’t choose something stupid like cherry wine (there’s nothing wrong with cherry wine. Obviously. But gods man, have an actual opinion).

You are, however, perfectly welcome to list a handful in no particular order. Here, I’ll start,

Wildflower and Barley ft. Allison Russell

“(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work.”

If this song does not fill you with the incredible longing to fall in love with life, and love, and dirt, you are listening to music wrong. I am sorry, you are beyond redemption.

To Noise Making (Sing)

“Your head tilt back, your funny mouth to the clouds. I couldn’t hope to know that song and all it’s words wouldn’t claim to feel the same it felt the first time it was heard.”

“Was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?”

Enjoy the moment because it will not last, but rejoice in the knowledge that more are coming, as similarly meaningful and unique and impossible to duplicate to the one you are currently living!

Make music. Make bad music. Make music for the sake of exaltation. Make art because if you don’t then what is the point in living! Make art because one of the first things a child learns is to take marker to a wall, or pudding to a carpet. Make art because it is an expression of self. Make art because it is proof of life. Live.

Too Sweet

“Don’t you just want to wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?”

Get drunk with your friends and skinny dip off a pier. Ignore the rules, what are they for anyway? Find meaning in how you see it. Confront the wild beast in the woods and let it merry meet the one in you.

Those church bells in the background- Are they ringing in a wedding, or a funeral? A simple Sunday Service, or acknowledging the hour? Life goes on, always. It’s the one continuity. It never stops. So what are you doing with it?

Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)

“A cure I know that soothes the soul, does so impossibly. A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me.”

“When the meaning’s gone, there is clarity, and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me. And it’s easy done, our little remedy…”

Hot.

What, I can’t like music with an…oral focus? Too low brow? The beat and flow of the music takes you on a sensual journey as much as the lyrics.

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier, Fiachra Kinder, and Rory Doyle

“Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat, the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I’m alive.”

“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean…”

“With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, she’s the angle of death and the codeine scene.”

I’m gay. Extraordinarily queer. Do I need to elaborate? This sound sounds like a death march. It sounds like the echo in your ears as you dance yourself to death. Years passing away in the span of a single dance and you don’t care, as long as she is your partner. You can’t manage to rip your eyes off her to save your life. You won’t.

Almost (Sweet Music)

“I’m almost me again…she’s almost you.”

It was Almost Sweet Music. We were Almost something. I’m Almost able to be normal about this song. Seperated by a pair of parenthesis, kept apart and yet part of the whole.

Foreigner’s God

“Her eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of me. But still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs.”

“I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Break it if I try to convey it, the broken love I make to her.”

If you, somehow, have missed the message that Hozier’s music is incredibly political- If you have ignored Nobody’s Soldier, Eat Your Young, and oh, I don’t know, just about 70% of his discography… What do you think this song is about?

It’s also just a really fucking good song.

I’ve subjected myself to the horrible ordeal of being known (submitted my work to a literary magazine) and I’m in desperate need of distraction, so I think I may just start talking about my favorite music. Thoughts? Excellent. You’re a great void. Very…silent.

After the Great Fall of Tiktok (circa. 2025) I have decided to return to my roots. I didn’t really know anyone was left. Is there anyone left?

Honestly kind of hoping I’m just screaming into the void here…