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July 27, 2017

Ugh, I woke up (yes, very late, at the end of the day) to all the political garbage and discriminatory shit continuing this week and

my heart is heavy and angry and hurt and sad

and I feel powerless. I wish I could hug each of my trans friends and followers. I wish I could give you some sort of support that would make things less shit.

I don’t know how.

And I know it’s not much, but all of you matter to me. I don’t care what your identity is or what the rest of the world thinks you are. To me, you are important, and you matter. Your identity is valid. You are valid.

And I know this world feels hopeless right now- it feels hopeless to me too.

But I just want you to know that I care. It’s not much, I know. But it’s something.

-Ghost

Compassion Will Kill You

I’ve read other poetry books by Adrian Bouvier before, (though apparently I never wrote something on Drown, whoops). But anyway, when I saw he had another book on Amazon I had to buy it.

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This one was a lot harder to get through than the last ones, since this deals more with parental abuse, guilt, mental health, drug use, and death. Bouvier has both a detached and a striking way of approaching these subjects, and it hits painfully.

Stag:

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I think Stag was my favorite. Reading it, it has a rhythm evocative of being chased, of an inescapable feeling of running from something, running from everything you’ve screwed up.

Sweet Things:

 

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Sunsea:

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(And, without pics)

Don’t Come Home:

“they say that good men go to war and don’t ever

come back. they say good men go to war.
they say that good men don’t come home from war.
they say good men go to war, and while they’re there
one of two things will happen:

1. that good man will die, or
2. a different man will come back home in a body
3. that once belonged to a good man.

you came back, if you can come back from home,
in a hollow thing. with a hollow thing. as a hollow thing
like a skin you can’t get rid of. the war found a place inside
you to hide and now it’s wearing the good man’s face
you used to own. and you are the hollow thing. you are hollow.

good men do not come home from war.

they say good men go to war. they say bad men
start wars and good men go to them, because it is right.
because that’s where they need to be. you never went.
you never went. you just got born right here. you were born
with a gunshot splintering you out of the womb. you
were born like a bomb out of the belly of a jet. you’ve
been at war your whole life. you’ve been a war
you’re whole life.

you are not the good man who came to this war. he died there.
he died somewhere in between not being able to cry anymore
and that third month in the trench when he shot a man rather than
let him linger. when you learned what mercy is when mustard gas
is involved and he learned he wasn’t good anymore.

they say good men in love go to war and one of three things
will happen:

1. that good man in love will die, or
2. that man in love will die, or
3. that love will die.

and they’re right. nothing stays the same in war.
nothing survives the men’s slaughterhouse that ground
becomes, and especially not love. it gets twisted up,
gets all strange when you sleep on it, creases folded in,
memories faux-gilded in light of all that gore. even
sinning love. even love illegally gained and kept.

you can put that sinning love in your mouth and chew it
into a different shape, a new kind of awful: nobody cares
in a trench. nobody goddamn cares in a trench.

no good man comes back from a war. nothing good
comes back from a war.

good men start wars and good men die in wars and
good men get lost.”

If this sounds like your kind of thing, check it out on Amazon.

Check out the rest of my posts about poetry here.

A C Team Fandom Round-Up

More fic/art/fandom recs for The C Team!

(Have no idea what I’m talking about? check out this post)

(If you’d like me to remove references/links to your stuff, just let me know.)

Fic Recs:

Walnut’s Nightmare by crwscribbler

(T, Gen, Walnut, blood, scratching, nightmare, panic, burning, body horror?)

Rosie, Queen of Thorns by crwscribbler

(T, Gen, Rosie, Donaar, fighting, blood, mention of injuries, stealing)

Former street fighter Rosie? Heck yeah! I love your Donaar, too!

A Walnut Fanfic by lucentbaguettes and thriceinatrice

(T, Walnut/Brahma, Enemies/Lovers dynamic, embarrassment)

Includes art, fanfic, and pretty songs via Soundcloud! Nice!

Fanmusic Recs:

The C Team Playlist by jamesroachmusic

(Donaar’s Theme is PERFECT)

All Vampires Must Die by melmanlite

(That classic rock song by Acq Inc B Team)

Additionally:

C_team_slashfic’s twitter

a Wiki recently started by Melodykat

Cleric Confessor, the fanart/fandom-inspired creations hub
ALL THE ART IS SO GOOD. ALL OF IT.
(Submissions encouraged!)

and of course, all the animated shorts by the magnificent Zeebashew

Woooo, awesome fandom creations! Waaatch C Teaaaaam!

 

Sometimes- playlist

aka Ghost makes a pining playlist
which should probably be re-titled as “the good the bad and the creepy” because the music has it all; self-doubt and feelings wrapped up in a 13-song package. Resultingly fandom-generic, like some of my other not-AU-centric playlists.

Tracklist below the read-more.

Check out the Spotify playlist here.

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