Man. If I had a nickel for every time Zac Oyama and Lou Wilson had to rp a breakup-coded fight between their “platonic besties” characters because Zac’s character was experiencing a hard personal internal struggle and decided to leave a group/cause that he wasn’t actually invested in and mostly just joined because Lou’s character was passionate about it and Lou’s character was canonically very charismatic and good at garnering followers/admirers but Zac’s character was one of his only true friends that he fully trusted and was loyal to and Lou’s character was really hurt when Zac’s character left, less by the actual action of leaving and more by the implication that he didn’t care about Lou’s character enough to stay I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s fucking RUDE that it’s happened twice.
full story time below, i wanna talk about it AND show the video of jon being confused and not knowing how to stop the recording CJSKDKS
this might be a lil all over the place BUT! i’m gonna try my best not to ramble too bad. it was such a nicely organized con cause the one i went to last year was super hectic but anyway!
walking up to take the photo with my heart falling out of rhythm a few times cause of how fast it was beating, i got to see jon and charlie taking a few photos and like, process that they were real?? also deborah ann woll and wilson bethel were behind the curtains too, talking to jon and charlie between photos lol. i walk up and charlie looks at me and offers a fist bump saying it’s nice to meet me and jon is chewing gum and talking to the other two off to the side. but when he looks at me he goes “hey mama” 😵💫 which absolutely threw me off guard and turns out i blinked for the photo 🙃 i leave quickly and charlie goes out of his way to give me another fist bump to say goodbye :’)
i’m shaky and trying to get my photo when the lady in charge of distributing them mentions to me that i blinked and we have to retake it. she lets me cut lines and leads me back to the front of their queue and charlie and jon are talking up a storm and i have to just patiently wait for charlie to stop yapping PFFFF. when he does see me, charlie goes “we’re going again?” like hello??? he remembered me? i know he saw like 15 people in the time that i was gone, so i was blown away that he even remembered. jon comes on the other side of me and we shoot again and i thank them, to which jon says “thank you, sweetheart”. again… absolutely melting
then i go for the solo photo with jon and i thank him at the end and he thanks me as well. all is well and then the autograph video… end me oh my god jon was SO confused
what you can’t see is him trying to tap on my phone and drag his finger around to end the video cause he doesn’t know how to switch to a photo 🙃 i had to take it from him and end the video to do it, and as you can tell he was awfully confused. but! i did get some selfies as well!
he was very soft spoken but it was so nice to get to meet him! he even called me “mama” again after the selfies and i had to walk away and not act like i was about to scream CKSKDKS. the both of them were wonderful and i was so glad i had the opportunity to do this :’)
wait i think actually madeline miller's circe is the heir to margaret atwood's penelopiad, unintentionally, in the way it thematizes the impossibility of real solidarity among women.
bc it's such a major part of the penelopiad how penelope creates what she thinks is a real community, a sort of family, with these young women in her household only be to reminded and continue to reinforce that they are slaves over whom she (among others) holds the power of life and death. and penelope ultimately does not or cannot hold a lasting grudge against odysseus on their behalf. she aligns herself, or circumstances force her to align herself, with odysseus instead of with other women whose positions are even more dangerous than hers. the world they live in does not allow solidarity between women across lines of class and enslavement, and penelope is also complicit in maintaining that world and her place in it.
and then the thing i found so frustrating about circe was that at every turn miller forecloses the possibility of real connections between women-- but the thing in this world that prevents that is just, like, jealousy over men. and totally needlessly. the other nymphs are prettier. glaucus loves scylla and not circe. her mom never liked her. hermes doesn't really think she's hot. athena is a rival for odysseus' attention. and the book doesn't do anything with this, it's not due to structural power imbalances or a society built on enslavement or even how patriarchy pits women against each other (circe lives alone on an island outside of society that could be another writer's lesbian separatist utopia!), it's just that circe doesn't like other women and they don't like her. end of story.
much as i don't love what atwood does with helen, it does make sense in the context of the penelopiad! thematically and in terms of characterization. atwood's penelope has internalized this idea of what it means to be a good woman and, willingly or not, she's staked everything on being seen by men as a good woman. it makes sense that she's desperately trying to pull herself up or even just cling to what little she has by dragging other women down. she does to helen what she ultimately does to the maids. she's with and for odysseus, always, not helen, and not the maids. that's the kind of world she lives in, and while she likes to think that she's resisting it with a sort of radical female community, in the end she is its agent. even if she feels bad about it. she's here to tell a story about odysseus, not about the girls he killed.
bucktommy au> airline pilot Tommy x cabin crew Buck. They get caught making out in the crew bunks while they're supposed to be resting during a long haul flight
ty for the prompt! I had fun with this one 🩷 ✈️
Tommy’s nearing the end of his sleep shift, when he’s suddenly jostled awake by a warm mass of solid muscle on top of him, a head perched on his chest. Evan. He smiles before opening his eyes, then takes a moment before blinking himself fully awake. When he rubs the sleep from his eyes and he blinks into focus, Evan’s bright blue eyes and dimpled smile greet him.
“Hey, you,” he mumbles, leaning in enough to press a chaste kiss to Evan’s mouth.
“Hey yourself, Captain Kinard,” Evan greets him, lowering his voice and tilting his head in that way he does when he flirts. Oh, he’s playing dirty, using his title like that.
“Evan,” Tommy groans. The man gives him a shit-eating grin and Tommy should protest, he really should, but damn, he can never refuse him. “Shouldn’t you be in the cabin?”
“Eh, Ravi’s covering for me,” he shrugs. “I missed you.” Evan straddles him properly now and starts mouthing at his jaw and down his neck. There’s not much room to move; the cabin crew bunks are barely big enough for one grown man, let alone two big guys like them. Tommy settles on gripping Evan’s hips, holding on for dear life as he works to unravel him.
“C’mere,” Tommy cups the back of Evan’s neck and brings him down for a thorough kiss, the kind that leaves him breathless and makes him feel like he’s flying, the prelude to more. It’s all teeth and tongue and desperate, knowing they don’t have much time. Anyone could come in at any time- the crew is always in and out for their turn to get some shut-eye.
Evan leaves his mouth momentarily, on a mission to suck bruises on and beneath his clavicle; a proper pilot can’t go around visibly covered in hickies, after all. Tommy roams his hands across every part of Evan he has access to- down huge, muscled biceps, across a strong, broad chest and his sides, feeling the notch of every rib along the way.
Evan’s rutting down onto him now and oh, the friction is amazing. Tommy thrusts up, matching him in rhythm, then cups his face with two big hands, bringing him in for more kisses. Evan moans and Tommy has to remind him to keep it down. “Shh, baby,” he mouths against his lips.
Suddenly, there’s a loud cough a few feet away and both men freeze.
“Captain Kinard.” And of course, it’s Hen, one of his co-pilots. She clears her throat. “First Officer Han asked me to find you, wanted to go over some things before rotating, but I can see that you’re… busy,” she tries and fails to hide a smirk.
“Erm,” he says smoothly. Evan’s no help, as he shakes with laughter, hiding his face in Tommy’s chest. “I’ll uh, I’ll see him up there shortly, Captain Wilson.”
“Sure, I’ll tell him you’re finishing up inspecting things down here,” Hen grins and Tommy knows he’ll be getting shit from both her and Howie later. With that she pivots and walks away, leaving them alone once more.
Evan lifts his head up from Tommy’s chest and gives him his signature puppy eyes. “To be fair-"
“Don’t,” Tommy cuts him off. “They’re never gonna let us live it down,” he sighs.
“So is now a bad time to tell you everyone knows, um, about our inspections?”
“What?!” Tommy squeaks.
Evan leans up to kiss his nose and slots his thumb on the cleft of Tommy’s chin.
“Why do you think nobody comes down here when we’re together? Well, except for today, apparently.”
Tommy can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief- of course this is his life. And he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Even though it’s super early in the season to have pumpkins out, my local grocery store had some nice looking pumpkins with tall stems already, and I just couldn’t resist. 😅 When wondering what I could paint on the pumpkin (since I prefer painting pumpkins to carving them), I quickly decided on something Deadpool and Wolverine themed, obviously.
I’m… not the happiest with how it turned out, but I’m still proud of it, ha. The eyes are a bit wonky, since I forgot to draw them on before I started painting, and that made it hard to make them even with each other. I also didn’t plan the pumpkin out like I prolly should have, not bothering to sketch before just going for it. Oh well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lesson learned, children: always plan out your art before going for it, ha.
Still! I think it looks nice! And while the bedazzling took several hours, I think it makes it look much nicer. Do I wish this was a fake pumpkin so I could keep it forever? Yes. Yes I do. Do I regret doing this on a real pumpkin? No, since the organic nature of the real pumpkin adds to it, I think.
This photoshoot is actually so funny to me cause why tf did they send Rivers into a boxing ring? Like, they could've sent Scott in, y'know, the one who actually looks like he could hold himself in a fight, or even Pat. But no they sent twinkie winkie in there and expect him to win? He's going to fucking DIE