#icarus’ rambles

[jackdawandicarus]

Okay I was totally going to post about this when it happened but I forgottttttttt

Um so on Friday I did what was *supposed* to be the final performance of the devised drama piece I’ve been doing since January. Our whole group were in and we all had complete costumes so that was good. And we all knew our lines. I got into a bit of a panic about it but eh I was fine. So the camera began recording.

When I tell you I put my WHOLE FUCKING HEART into that performance, I mean it. I’ve never given a better performance in my (admittedly, quite short) life. No hyperbole there, I swear I was blessed that Friday afternoon.

Except clearly not because THE SHITTY CAMERA STOPPED RECORDING FIVE MINUTES IN!!!! AND OUR TEACHER JUST LET US CARRY ON!!!!

And everyone else was actually relieved because they’d made some noticeable mistakes (I also did but they were pretty minor, I don’t think anyone who hadn’t read the script would have noticed) and apparently our teacher couldn’t hear them for most of it, but I’m actually experiencing the seven stages of grief right now. Oh and also it’s like I know it’s kind of selfish when I write it down but honestly if you can’t project at this point then??? Like did you not learn this when you were like eight??? It’s not that hard??? And you ain’t getting a good mark here without it??? Yeah anyway you’ll have to forgive me for sounding insensitive this is a full on rant. These people cannot write naturalistic dialogue either :/. I wrote most of my lines but the two I didn’t I had to rework because they sounded like a robot. OFF TOPIC, anyway these people are so relieved and I’m fucking furious because I’ve been micromanaging every little movement I make to make the scenes where I don’t do shit seem like I’m actually doing something. For instance, I have a scene where I just stand there listening to the suffragettes give their speeches, so I was, like, straightening my posture and leaning in at the particularly ‘empowering’ parts of the speeches, pretending to repeat ‘deeds not words’ right after they all say it. Trying to make the bit where I stand up to my character’s shitty husband (I murder him at the end 👍) seem more realistic for my character to do. There *was* originally more material for me to work with, but it got cut. So I can’t help to feel kind of bitter about it. Some of their lines sound so stilted, which obviously isn’t helped with them not being well-written, but still. It’s still only happened recently and I can’t help but personally feel kind of angry at them I guess. They haven’t actually *done* anything. I mean one of them’s always criticising tiny aspects of my performance which actually don’t need changing at all (I dare her to try saying ‘a brief moment of catharsis’ five trillion times, one time where I trip over it isn’t that big of a deal, it’s not easy to say and it never usually trips me up). Okay I’m going to end this rant here 😭👍. Going to pray and give a couple offerings to Dionysus before take 2 on Tuesday.

[pxper-cranes]

Every child of Hades gotta have:

a milf mother figure that aint their real mum

a mean goth gf

a moody emo bf

a baddie mentor from the Trojan War

and a neurodiversity

[mistakes-have-been-made]

This as melinoë and icarus

[thekingofcrochet]

Think of all the cum you could be pumping inside me

[icarusignite]

Something so tragic about watching a show like house of the dragon, especially as a book reader.

Something something "they've been dead from the beginning, you know how all this ends"

And still you're like hoping like a fool that something changes and you're screaming at the characters to see sense but they're doomed and they've always been doomed and the story will march on as it's supposed to and all you can do is be a witness to all the horror

Anywas lol yeah, was feeling sad after today's episode. Everyone is so fkn tragic and there's nothing you can do about it except watch them walk to their ends

[soni-dragon]

“and what if who and what i am is going to get you killed?”

+ ramblings :)

[starsifter]

Ford describing Bill as the sun, the center of his galaxy, not only shows a profound and deep love for Bill but also just how isolated he was in that relationship. Bill eventually got everyone Ford cared about to leave, punished him when he felt he was getting too close to other people. And when there's no other source of light, of course you think the one guy who stays around is the sun.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ever wonder what it was like for Icarus as he was falling, soaring, crashing through the sky? Was he scared? Did he laugh? Did he feel alive?

What was it like to feel the scorching melted wax roll up his arms, his back, his neck, his face, leaving trails of raw reddened skin in its wake? Did he watch as feathers flew up around him? Or maybe he flew down. Did it pain him? Did he close his eyes and welcome it?

Did he realize he flew too close to the sun? Or did he not even realize? Was it terror or joy in his heart?

Is this what it feels like to love, soap wonders? Is love over inflated pride? Does it burn? Or does it make him fly? Is it only his love that sears? Is it loving an unlovable man? Is he supposed to fear the mad plummet? How can he when he's never felt more alive?

Is he Icarus, a man fallen by his pride? Is Icarus him, a man crashing into life?

[chzy-doodles]

these duos have the same vibes, I can totally imagine a kid icarus animatic with little wolf

[lordofryoshimacoast]

Hear me out, a Dark Pit and Pit kiu designs based on these pigeons because OMG they're gorgeous.

[shuuenka]

know that I would gladly be, /the icarus to your certainty

[jackdawandicarus]

Hiiiiiiii, this is my intro post I guess?

I go by Jackdaw, Jack, and Icarus. However, I mostly prefer Jackdaw. I use they/them, he/him, and it/its pronouns! I am also an eurasian lynx and ginger tabby cat therian.

I am aromid (aromantic aegosexual), pansexual + panromantic, and achillean. I am transmasc and bigender.

My enneagram is 6w7 684. I am a ♐️ sun, ♏️ moon, and ♉️ rising.

I’m diagnosed as autistic and self-diagnosed as having NPD + BPD (unsure).

Please talk to me about Six of Crows, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Stardew Valley, Cult of the Lamb, The Amazing Digital Circus, writing, Hunger Games, Doctor Who, Spiderverse, or Warrior Cats (Warrior Cats is physically unable to leave my being I swear) I literally will not shut upppp.

:)

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[escapismisaddicting]

Icarus flew higher and higher and higher. Until the sun was all he could see. And goodness was it a sight. It was bright. Enough so that his eyes felt like they were burning. And he could feel his skin nearly searing off. And he could feel his wings burning.

Then he was falling.

He would surely die from this height.

But who could think of death in a moment like this? He had seen the sun. Gods, it was so large and otherworldly and so… beautiful. He would die over and over again if it meant he got to nearly touch the sun- if it meant he got to feel its golden rays burning him.

Before he could; however, a warm hand wrapped around his wrist.

A man had caught him. With long golden hair and golden eyes and warm skin that nearly glowed. There was no moment of realization- no confusion or disbelief. It took no time at all for the dots to connect.

“I must say. In all my years of pulling the sun chariot… no mortal has ever tried to reach me before.” Apollo’s eyes twinkled as he held on to Icarus by his wrist and he couldn’t help but sweat nervously.

So this was divinity. A handsome strong face with a beautiful smile and shining golden eyes that hurt to look at. A bow and quiver strapped to his back with a revealing toga that barely covered his chest. It was impudent- and blasphemous. Yet Icarus could not dare to look away from him.

“Y-You’re beautiful.” He blurts out unknowingly.

The god lets out a soft chuckle, “So I’ve been told.”

Icarus nearly slips out of Apollo’s grasp before being caught by him again, “Careful… you nearly fell there.”

“I… I fear I already have”

[mistakes-have-been-made]

unbind NOW king, let em hang brother

I love trans icarus w all my heart

[fangswbenefits]

Hi.

[mango-peach-strawberry]

It’s being emotional about the Kid Icarus characters in the World of Light cutscene hour