This was the playlist I listened to while writing this fic, but I made a cover that was very ugly and didn’t make another one until, um. 9 years later on December 9, 2024, lmao. But whatever. Here’s the playlist with the non-ugly cover 🙂
Tag: The Social Network
every memory (it catches up with you)
The completed playlist from my Eduardo/Mark shrine, archived here. I didn’t put a lot of effort in the playlist cover, but tbh mostly because it was supposed to exist primarily on the shrine without a cover. I have a lot more attachment to the run of songs.
Wonderland (fanvid)
Summary: Haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds?
Mirror Links: @ Archive of Our Own
Description: A fanvideo for Mark/Eduardo as depicted in the movie The Social Network, to Taylor Swift’s “Wonderland.”
Password: markwardo
kisses are better fate than wisdom (fanmix)
Description: A fanmix for my femslash-genderbent The Social Network fanfiction, we are for each other then.
Notes: Art by Cathy ♥
all wounds
Sometimes, I do not believe
that you really happened.
There is no other world, where
you are still by my side, passing
laughs over to me like
we share the same air. Your
feet are on a different earth,
and when you look at the sky, it
is not mine. And it has been long
enough for the trees to forget the
carvings on their old bark, and
the width of your hips.
I do not know the sound
of your voice anymore.
across the table
Like the bottom of the sea,
you do not say the words
you want him to hear.
(4.
What was I to you? A
memory you forget
about a decade later
when success is a
familiar taste under
your tongue? The
bruisemarks under
your thighs that hurt
like a bitch, colored
yellow branded white
with my teethmarks
that I will never give you?)
(3.
Before you I did not know how to hate, but
now I have grown it at the insides of my throat
like I have learned to rip knives out from my
wounds.)
(2.
When will you look at me with
spite again? You are ugly in grey
scale, and I miss your accents, when
the ground of the world was beneath
our feet. I would like you to pretend
that I at least was pyrite,
or someone you regret
fucking over.)
(1.
Are you sorry?)
He is the sky,
the echo of you.
open string: an anthology
There was a period of time in August 2016 when I was writing a lot of short poems inspired by The Social Network. Most of them are consolidated in this one post for concision.
tomorrow looks like
so the world has not stopped turning and we have become
partners overnight. you signed my papers (i set you up) and we are
natural disasters, opposite hemispheres, and the earth
has not missed a beat on its axis. we are natural
disasters, your mouth touches my neck like the tiger in the
antelope, my legs your harp strings you play mercilessly, shamelessly,
around your thighs hips waists i open up for you but i am not at your
command (your name is at the roof of my mouth, signed by your tongue.)
we are oceans land sky we fight on mattresses across seas in
between your schedule and mine we make time we make time we make time
for me. when will you leave again? when will we be nothing but two
men who made the same mistakes again? you will leave me. i will
leave you. you will look at me like i have broken you, when it is your
scent in my sheets. and you will ask me for your heartbeat back when i cannot breathe. you will say i have
no heart (but
it is in your hands. your
absence is the wound in my lungs.)
the man behind the curtain
the ways I said I love you
are the ways you could not see.
in the way my eyes were at the side of your face
examining the angle of your jaw, the tone of your cheek, the slight slight
slight of your eyelashes before you blink. I would begin a line of code with you
{
and in it, were the beers you slid into my minifridge, the times you;
opened my door like it was yours binary code in your name and in my;
fingers itching for your mouth and eyes, your;
eyes and mouth;
on mine on mine on mine;
and sometimes when you were looking at the sky instead of me the taste of warm beer was the taste of you;
all cloudy and greylike like the grey of your storms;
while you were bright in the eye;
}
I was watching.
and I saw.
and I loved you.
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did you know?