Adult revalink! Because they didn't get to grow old together 🥲
(I mean, canonically they didn't get to even get along with each other buuut eh)
Theyre about 30 ish in this so uh yeah👍
Not super old, but Not Teenagers anymore
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Today has been so much. The ren faire decimated me. We returned home, dehydrated, exhausted, and collapsed.
I wanted to just pass out but on the brink of sleep Korben made a sound unlike any I’ve heard from a cat. It was like a scream/sneeze/cough. He didn’t appear alarmed, but the sounded repeated several times last night. Usually right when I’d just dropped unconscious. While laying there I genuinely wondered if I’d wake up to him dead tomorrow.
But he was alive. Only now his horrible sound has diminished in volume then tapered to intermittent sneezes. I made a last minute vet appointment anyway and dragged myself through the day by my fingernails.
At work I tried to pummel information into my brain and I’m still trying to navigate getting a work accommodation from HR which is proving to be a huge pain in the ass.
Left work early to take Korben in to his impromptu appointment. He’s fine. Literally nothing perceptibly wrong with him and as the sound was reducing over time the vet opined that he’d gotten a single dose of something he shouldn’t.
I brought him home and was starving. I shambled my way to a little place that has Korean hot dogs and feasted on junk food to console myself about how long the day has been. Just need to get myself home and I can collapse. I’m so ready to be done. Thank god it’s my Friday.
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sorry for having been more bitter and irritable/confrontational the last week or so, flare ups, ruined sleep schedules, seasonal depression and complete loss of focus for working on the projects i wanna do haven't been super conductive to my mental state
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lmao the rival dynasts are fighting and they're fucking it up for everyone else at a record pace
this tweet made me laugh, and I frequently make political comparisons between these specific groups of people, so now it's finally a comic
regarding the OctavianOctaviaAntony Uniteam Alliance
Octavia Minor and the Transition from Republic to Empire, Katrina Moore
in the red panel, which is an obvious anachronistic soup of events happening all at once: we have on the left: messalla corvinus
Alternative Memoirs: Tales from the ‘Other Side’ of the Civil War, Kathryn Welch
and then octavia (in despair & weaponizing that sacrosanctity to turn rome against antony), some kids (the two closest to antony are the twins, but tbh you can just kind of. pick whoever from the soccer team of kids antony had)
octavian and antony's back and forth is referencing suetonius augustus 68 and 69 (specifically: Antony also writes to Augustus [...] "What has made such a change in you? Because I lie with the queen? She is my wife. Am I just beginning this, or was it nine years ago? What then of you — do you lie only with Drusilla? Good luck to you if when you read this letter you have not been with Tertulla or Terentilla or Rufilla or Salvia Titisenia, or all of them. Does it matter where or with whom you take your pleasure?") and also the whole. thing. about antony's will. that sure was something.
the herod comment from kleopatra is referencing all of this
Mark Antony: A Biography, Eleanor Huzar
AND FINALLY. the art in the inset panels are from The Roses of Heliogabalus, Lawrence Alma-Tadema
⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!
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jeez louise guys i didn't think those stickers would go so quickly, thanks so much for buying them!! ive still got McCoy and the reanimator ones, the other four are sold out for now – but i'll try to get them back in stock !
i'll be sending things out as soon as i can :]
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cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou
older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.
instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.
“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.
“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”
you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.
and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.
“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.
“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.
“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.
“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.
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