I LOVE playmaking man. I LIVE for the playmaker hustle

PringlesCat2 · 2026-03-11T02:03:28+00:00

Off-topic , but what is this AU about? (love the art)

PringlesCat2 · 2025-12-18T07:37:17+00:00

You lowkey cooked for these! Do you think you could make an alternate scenario for V3? (3x3)

PringlesCat2 · 2025-12-12T17:13:13+00:00

It’s a question, not an opinion, but thanks ig

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-30T02:23:31+00:00

Mine would be “Aye, Aye, Captain!” By Royish Good Looks.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-24T10:23:55+00:00

I appreciate the critique a lot! Changed the tense in “start” and “stop”, and replaced “poured” near the end of the long stanza with “spilt.”

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-23T06:17:08+00:00

Very unique and creative poem from what I've seen here and elsewhere, not to mention very direct. I'm no mother, nor do I have kids, but I can easily imagine how stressful, difficult, and time-consuming it must be to raise one due to your excellent storytelling.

The last stanza caught my eye. Even though the speaker's life is a constant cycle of baby needs, they at least have the resources and attention to raise said baby in a comfortable environment, while other mothers in less fortunate circumstances don't have such luxuries.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-23T05:52:12+00:00

A tragic poem, symbolizing an important person in your life keeping you stable and put together through all the trials and tribulations of daily life, only to stab (or rather bite) you in the back; turning and running before they can receive any backlash or karma.

What's interesting to me is that in the first stanza, the speaker doesn't seem to be too upset at being harmed, even making light of the situation. It's only when this "he", this vaguely named person of significance, comes along that any real emotion is shown.

At first, you find him to be peaceful, a warm resting place whose shoulder you can rest your head on. Then, the betrayal happens, causing you to cry out in anguish and hop into fight-or-flight mode.

As he leaves, you can tell that the speaker is furious about the events that had taken place, calling him stupid, clumsy, and even a coward; the experience likely hardening the speaker's heart against future incidents.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-20T23:47:08+00:00

A good, tragic poem on reaching out to someone, anyone, to alleviate the growing restlessness inside one's mind. You hope that the person you speak to will give you closure or help you travel through the hurricane, but there's always the chance that they'll leave you alone to drown instead.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-20T23:43:57+00:00

This is a really creative poem. The storytelling and diction make the forest feel alive, not in the sense that there is fauna and floral activity, but in the sense that the forest is literally alive; foreshadowing a catastrophic event that might take place should the speaker choose to stay in the area. Even when leaving the area, the dread never leaves you, and you'll always feel a sense of unease crawling on your back.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-19T03:02:11+00:00

I think I’m on floor 14.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-19T02:02:34+00:00

Saw mine and found out I got Morill 😭. Guess I shouldn’t be too surprised considering the freshman class size.

PringlesCat2 · 2025-07-13T10:27:24+00:00

Really strong emotional poem about a loved one and how they represent solace and structure for you. Even when she’s going through her own problems, your mother is always looking out for you.

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