#anyway i hate frank o'hara

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

the way abby just accepted that shawn stood her up in high school really set the stage for juliet forgiving frank for just creeping on her in the shadows her whole life

[pineapple-psychic]

i made a pjo/psych crossover

thanks to @autism-criminal for enabling me

Shawn Spencer, son of Hecate

henry and hecate hooked up once; thinking maddie finds out and its part of the reason for the divorce

this means shawn has real psychic powers!! yay!!

because hes a child of a titan, not a god, less monsters came after him so he was doing good until 18, when he ran away

him and gus looked out for each other :] bc of course henry cant see the monsters (and didnt know abt camp halfblood)

Burton 'Gus' Guster, son of Apollo

because pharmaceuticals and the god of medicine

absolutely HATES snakes. worse than dead bodies

i think itd be really funny to give him both the natural healing and the plagues powers because that would give him such a crisis

gus tries to go to college, but without the additional protection its more dangerous so he doesnt finish before asking shawn for help

shawn tells him abt this camp he found and whoo! shawngus in new york! (ik santa barbara is The City on Psych but listen theyre in pjo now)

Carlton Lassiter, son of Ares

this is mostly because of his obsession with guns, landmines, and the civil war

basically the only ares kid who gets along with athena kids. probably wishes he was one

and of course he HATES magic because it doesnt make sense so bam instant rivalry with shawn

part of the reason he doesnt get along with his mother is because of being lied to about his parentage, cause his stepdad is a dick and he wouldve been glad to know they werent related

Juliet O'Hara, daughter of Athena

pissed off at her parentage. she loves athena but she hates knowing that shes related to frank and not her mom

gets along great w lassie cause he may be an ares kid but hes not incredibly stupid like most of them

hates spiders of course

she joined the camp rather early in her life, because frank knew about the camp and she wanted to get away from him. ironic huh

Chief Karen Vick, child of Athena

they left the camp when they could to become a police officer up to chief, then returned to help Chiron out as a co-camp director because Mr. D does absolutely nothing

this way them and juliet are half siblings :D

Woodrow Strode, unknown

kinda just showed up one day

no one knows if hes a demigod or like a sighted mortal but he is just there

lives in the woods

hangs around the hades cabin a lot because death. also the Vibes

Busby 'Buzz' McNab, son of Demeter

can you imagine him tending to the gardens?? all 6'7 of him??? yes

also because buzz. bees. plants. demeter

i have basically no notes on him sorry

anyway im so wise. take my word as law (joking. do not do that)

[barbiecrocs]

Bad Acting

Miguel O'Hara

Part 1 Part 2

tags! Actress x Businessman, masturbating(fem)

WC.1743

Barbies Note... I'm like the Boruto Manga the way I'm uploading once a month. Keep em waiting 😜😜😜 Anyway, not much to say but ENJOYYYYYYY

Bad News

You finally make it home after a painful morning meeting with your manager Lyla when you realize how much your back hurts. Setting your purse and jacket on the coat hanger by the door, you start feeling a buzzing sensation from your purse. Digging out the item you find that it’s your personal phone getting lit up by some unknown number. You press decline but they call again and send a text message before you can block them.

“I guess giving me the cold shoulder is the only way to get back at “him”, huh?”

You almost overlook the message, thinking it was some crazed fan who found your number until the gears in your head click. You kiss your teeth when you think of standing toe to toe with him in a heated verbal dispute that was most likely started by you out of sudden anger. “Fucker. How dare you?” You frown, muttering as you type those exact thoughts adding the question, “How did you get my number? I changed it like three times.” Onto the back. The reply you get is immediate. “I’m not supposed to say.” He says which is… ominous for sure but also a little out of character for him. Almost as if he weren't here to start an unnecessary argument with you or ruin the rest of your day. “We have better things to discuss. I have a favor to ask of you, but it’s the kind of thing that should be asked in person if you catch my drift.”

Hell. Nah. And that’s where you’ll leave it. In fact, you’ll wipe the pointless conversation from your memory.

You stare at your phone, the feeling of cringe almost overflowing as you read the text. No, you don’t catch his damn drift. His words don't answer any questions and only confuse you more after he drops a time and place for today before going radio silent.

. Seriously, the audacity of this man! To grab your personal number from where ever the fuck, or whoever the fuck, and contact you early in the morning like a close friend, knowing you are no longer that and hate his guts. Well, not his guts. More like his brother’s to be frank, but in your eyes they are basically the same person. Hell, Miguel is probably where Gabriel learned all his terrible behavior because why wouldn’t he take after his bigger brother? Anyway, despite knowing your distaste for the family, he still tried it? It truly makes you wonder if there's a brain up there, at least a working brain cell. Then he thinks that you’d meet up with him? That you’d do him a favor? Pshhhhh, a dream if he ever had one.

Setting the shower to your preferred temperature, you lock the door and shut the windows to prevent the steam from escaping. You set your phone face down on your bathroom’s pristine marble counter before getting ready to shower and laze around the house all day. Having already kicked off your shoes at the front door, you begin undressing. First, your socks, then leggings, next, your top and bra, and lastly your makeup. Drying your face, you close your eyes as a huge breath is sucked into your mouth and released in one big whoosh as a sigh. Almost all nerves are terminated except the last one that weighs on your mind, telling you this seems like a too-good-to-be-true dream.

But, even if it is, you won’t mind falling for it just this once because you rarely get a full day to yourself. Just think about all the things you can do. The thought makes a pleasurable shiver run up your spine, releasing a certain set of chemicals in your brain, and you refuse to deny what they want your body to do. Finally, the steam surrounds your body and it’s not long until you get caught up in the mood of things and start feeling another heartbeat between your legs. You step into the bathtub, with not only a small gratifying smile on your face but a different objective than what you originally came for. You let the water run down your body, watching it as it hits your chest as a whole before breaking up into multiple streams again. Some travel down the valley of your breast while others go haywire with all types of twists and turns after running down your boobs, ribcage, and curves of your midsection. Once you’re warm, you begin getting into position, knees to your chest, under the bathtub faucet switching the water from the shower head to the nozzle below.

The water wastes no time making its way to your clit making you gasp from the suddenness even though you should’ve been prepared since its release was in your hands. Nevertheless, this miniscule experience doesn’t dull the tender leg-shaking feeling the water gives you. The pressure, the warmth, the wetness, it’s everything as you let the water beat up on your clit in the best way possible. A hand sneaks around your butt, gently feeling around as to not break emersion before sliding your fingers into your pussy, but they don’t do much considering the lack of length on them. But you still crave a little more stimulation even going as far as pulling the hood on your clit back a bit before feeling your orgasm come on too quick for your liking. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and you will savor and drag it out for as long as you can. Trying to get more than 24 hours out of the 24 hours the day has given you. Plus, everything feels better when you have to wait for it, just like this day. Just like your orgasm, but it doesn’t hit you as it usually would. There’s a build-up to it that explodes with pleasure in the middle but also plateaus at the highest peak before gradually coming down with half-lidded eyes and a brain that buzzes oh so sweetly with every thought. You push away from the faucet and lay there until you can get a hold of your bearings, letting out a big sigh before rising to your feet to continue where you left off.

You feel excited as you step out of the shower and into your robe and slippers, only to realize that you finally have the opportunity to go through your whole skin and body care routine. The thought brings not only a smile to your face but also motivation to shave your whole body neck to toe. Another shiver skips down your spine but this time it was one of joy. Oh, how ecstatic you were for something so minuscule in others eyes. Mental Health Days with a sprinkle of body care have been one of your favorite things in the world ever since breaking up with your toxic ex. Your mind begins to drift into the past but you quickly stop yourself, only preaching to look forward in life, never back.

In the midst of jamming to your music and putting on your gel face mask you get a call. At first, you roll your eyes thinking it was Miguel again until you remember that you blocked his ass immediately after the interaction y’all had. You pat various places on your counter until looking down and see your phone missing, not having time to look for it, you tell Alexa to answer it for you.

“Hello-” Before you can get a whole sentence out a loud voice overcomes yours, “Finally the little diva picks up the phone. I’ve been calling you for the past 20 minutes. Do you have any idea how much my phone bill is gonna be?”

“You can’t blame that on me. You know, most people would stop calling after the third one and say, “Hm, it looks like she’s busy right now. I guess I’ll call later.” And go on about their day waiting for either a callback or a reasonable time to call again.” You huff, half frustrated that you can’t find your phone and half frustrated that Lyla interrupted your Mental Health day. Unbeknownst to you, Lyla retorts something but as said, it goes over your head as you search your house room to room, upside and down, and inside and out. In defeat, you stalk back into your bathroom, head down only to see your phone on the floor behind the toilet. You can feel your eye twitch before a reasonable roar rips through you and Lyla goes silent on the other side. It seems as if you’ve broken her train of thought because she begins talking about what she truly called you for. Which would seem like a relief for you, but in reality it’s not.

Anyhow, you put your phone down and begin the second half of your skincare, body care.

“Anyway, I noticed that your schedule seemed too empty today, so I did you a favor and-” Before she finishes her thought, you cut her off. 

“NO!” You yell and everything goes quiet. Her breath hitches on the other side and you continue your thought after realizing she isn’t going to chip in. “My schedule is very much full today with me, myself, and I. No room for anything else today, sorry.” You say and right before you can hang up she manages to get a word in. “Oh, come on! You act like I filled up your schedule. I only booked one thing, which you would’ve known if you paid attention to your phone because I sent it to you! Plus you should drop the 'tude! Everything I do is for you and your success. I mean that as a friend and your manager.” Your shoulders sag seeing how right she is when you turn on your phone only to see ten missed calls and desperate texts. “Ugh, what is it even about?” Dread oozing from your voice.

“Read the calendar I sent you.”

“When is it?” You push for an answer which you still don’t get.

“Read the calendar I sent you!”

“Where is it?” You push once more, tipping her over the edge.

“READ THE CALENDAR- UGH YOU KNOW WHAT? I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE DOING THIS TO GET ON MY NERVES, BYE GIRL.” She hangs up in your face and you silently chuckle to yourself, "Payback." You mutter. Opening up your text messages you see that she sent you one last text after the call.

'Hm, it's a link.' You think as you hesitate to tap, praying that this isn't another meeting.

Your thumb finally makes contact with the screen and a dark bubble in your stomach pops with relief. Well, half relief because it isn't another meeting, but a date?

MYSTERY MAN!! (Information below)

-DRESS FORMAL

-NO MONEY NEEDED (All expenses paid)

-FOOD AND ALCOHOL SERVED

-WEAR GOLD CLOTHING AND JEWELRY OR CLOSE TO IT

-THE DATE SHOULD LAST FROM 8:00PM TO AS LATE AS 12AM

-MOST IMPORTANTLY, HAVE FUN

-LYLA WILL BE IN THE ROOM TO ENSURE NO ONE GETS HANDSY yet ;)

XOXO, Your manager.

Knowing that you most likely won't be able to control whatever happens next, you pour yourself a moderate glass of red wine, turn on your favorite show, and kick back on your sofa to enjoy the rest of your mental health day before getting back up again.

Barbies Note... Two Barbie Notes in this chapter?🤨🤨🤨 Yes. Anyway I just wanted to say that this chapter was a bit of a snooze fest, ik ik but the next chapter should be more interesting with some lore dropping😼

[ilovetheseattlemariners]

Days passing by so slow, with nothing at all to them

Yeah. This is the first bit of writing that I've done in awhile. Primarily because I'm still in the process of un-sidetracking my life. Also I've gotten super addicted to porn. I think it's just a side effect of my awful killing loneliness. I have nobody. I think that's why I'm depressed. And the fact that I know I'll never let myself become a woman. I guess God just hates me.

I've done fun things. Getting high basically. Hanging out with friends. I don't know. I really know nobody. Like, I was so blessed to have a circle of friends for that last month in Kelowna. Like wow. I don't even know how to describe that anymore. I guess I don't know because I literally live in buttfuck Surrey, which somehow is way worse than living in buttfuck Kelowna. Kelowna, I'm sorry I ever described you as buttfuck. You were too good for me.

Anyways, I wanted to get some time on the typewriter at least, but I'm not even reading now. Imma change that tho. I got storygraph again, so that maybe me and S can have something before we never see each other again for god knows how long. And then I changed my lockscreen and wallpaper (which you'd changed once a very long, long time ago S, which we've forgotten but will never stop remembering) to some Frank O'Hara thing. I don't know. Maybe that'll galvanize me. Also I need to continue reading Joe Bolton. I'll probably snipe that copy from the library. Portfolio due in like 2 months. I don't think I'm getting in anymore. I'm sorry everyone. I should look around for multiple places to apply at. I'll try that. I'll try to be better. I'll try to be without you.

[dogwooddivinity]

Okay. So, I ranted at @siriuslydoubtful about this poem last night, but I can't shake it. Here's why:

Frank O'Hara, gay man in the late 60's/early 70's. Dies young, at 40. My age. His partner outlives him by 51 years. The horror. Anyway, he has this great quote that makes it clear he's just writing his life:

Which means he's not playing at this, he's doing this. He's dating these shit boys and coming back to them and letting them/asking them to come back to him, and that's, idk, it's just so much better when you know that.

We get a thousand shitty love poems a day, and so few of them are real like this. This is "I hate how much I love you. Come home and break me again please." That's just... much better.

This level of honesty is a thing that really works best with poetry. Sometimes you read a novel and think, there's something really true in here. But there's also probably six side characters that don't further that truth, and the obligatory b-plot, and an ending that isn't what really happened at all. Poetry strips all of that away. In Poetry you can say, "I love bad men. I know it and I'm doing next to nothing about it. Look at this bad man. Look how bad he is. Watch me love him. Watch it die in flames. Watch me continue to love him. Even I know this is pathetic." In Poetry no one asks you to learn anything, no one tracks your character's development over time. In Poetry you can just say, "look at me, I'm a fucking disaster," and leave it there. That's just so fucking relatable.

Addendum: Please feel for Em. This is verbatim what I texted her, edited to remove the bits where I just swore about how good Frank O'Hara is, and, well, other things. She's a saint to put up with me.

Clouds

by Frank O'Hara

How will I be able to keep you if you don’t disgust me a little? Why do you wear lipstick with trousers that are stained and stain?

At the end of the raspberry patch I found my own darling telephone hiding away like a little reservist. Why do you disgust me?

I can’t see the bridge any more. “You look like a Dutch interior.” “Then I guess I do know how pretty I am.” But it is not dark, it is very sunny.

I wish that you would await me without your horse near the windbells on the path to the left of the jonquils. If you just jangle your spurs I’ll know,

but who else would it be, anyway? and if something tinkles it’ll be one of your threaded silver bracelets that you cover with your cuff before cops.

I want you to stop making me sick. I want you to go away and not stay away. Could you bring me razor blades when you come back? and a sandwich of begonias and glass?

[thehours2002]

tentative thoughts on how nurse jackie could have made the back half of the show about jackie healing physically and spiritually…

instead of choosing frank, she chooses cruz. frank was a pushover and i hated him. he was ugly and i like the enemies to lovers trope. anyways, cruz is a better match for jackie in terms of how he would push her sobriety and not make the same mistakes he did with charlie. Also o'hara doesn’t leave!!

anyways, in my version of this story jackie is a lesbian so while she is sober, she’s getting bored of cruz. jackie starts cheating on him after a drunken make out with o'hara. when cruz finds out he kicks jackie to the curb and jackie starts using again. o'hara realizes this too so she also kicks jackie out of her bed.

when kevin finds out jackie is using again he pushes to get full custody of the girls and prevent jackie from being with them unsupervised. this is a real wake up call and she goes to o'hara, eddy, and akalitus for help quitting cold turkey.

after seeing jackie’s commitment to her sobriety o'hara takes jackie back and watched that bitch like a HAWK. jackie is done using.

the rest of the show is focused on jackie getting partial custody of her daughters and mending her relationship with them. (maybe she’s administered a drug test by zoey at some point and we can repeat that intense scene from season seven).

um jackie and o'hara get married and we see signs that jackie is developing a life outside of nursing (her new marriage, stronger relationships with her daughter, raising henry, idk maybe getting a hobby or sponsoring another addict). we see jackie healthy and happy with no indication of relapse.

jackie, o'hara, thor, and zoey all move to bellevue. maybe akalitus is a nurse again and goes with them. eddie fucks off for once and leaves jackie alone. jackie is on good terms with kevin. coop and carrie go their separate ways to different hospitals.

jackie is a lesbian so if she dies it’s bury your gays. she gets the happy ending she EARNS instead