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Day: September 8, 2015
i was thinking about travel witches and their familiars today. sort of half a concept blah
from girl of the earth by katy maxwell
Desert witch. I just wanna cruise around on a piece of driftwood all day.
I find myself in a bind. I’m tired of female pain and also tired of people who are tired of it. I know the hurting woman is a cliché but I also know lots of women still hurt. I don’t like the proposition that female wounds have gotten old; I feel wounded by it.
I felt particularly wounded by the brilliant and powerful female poet who visibly flinched during a writing workshop at Harvard when I started reciting Sylvia Plath. She’d asked us each to memorize a poem and I’d chosen “Ariel,” which felt like its own thirteenth line, black sweet blood mouthfuls, fierce and surprising and hurting and free.
“Please,” this brilliant and powerful woman said, as if herself in pain. “I’m just so tired of Sylvia Plath.”
I had this terrible feeling that every woman who knew anything about anything was tired of Sylvia Plath, tired of her blood and bees and the level of narcissistic self-pity required to compare her father to Hitler – but I’d been left behind. I hadn’t gotten the highbrow girl-memo: Don’t Read the Girls Who Cried Pain.
The Empathy Exams, Leslie Jamison.
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hogwarts aesthetics – hufflepuff
All My Stars Aligned | A DCBB 2015 fic
written by alullabytoleaveby | art by madches | Coming October 22
Princess Regent Hannah still clings to the hope that her brother, Crown Prince James, is alive after a failed revolution ten years ago. And with a hefty reward on the line, Dean’s going to make sure that he’s the one to find the lost prince, even if it means picking up a random stranger to play the part. Castiel isn’t sure why he agreed, but if it gets him to Eden to finally get a chance to figure out his past, then he’ll play along–even if his “people skills” are “rusty.”
An ‘Anastasia’ AU
please consider the fact that steven grant rogers a.k.a captain america probably got the bulk of his sex education from a pack of chorus girls
and like obviously you could jump to the conclusion that he had a bunch of educational sex romps with a harem of hot young ladies but if you have ever hung out with a pack of women for any significant length of time you will probably have observed them discuss every single facet of every single sexual encounter with every single romantic partner with one another, while cackling.
steven grant rogers a.k.a captain america sitting at the very end of the makeup trailer, meekly brushing a chorus girl’s hair, as six other girls share a bottle of gin and compare the median dick length of hook-ups in the west coast vs the east and how that might correlate with willingness to give head and a seventh girl keeps making lesbian jokes
steven grant rogers a.k.a captain america realizing all of bucky’s romantic ‘conquests’ probably went straight back to their friends and reported on his performance and suddenly being really glad he’s a virgin
steven grant rogers a.k.a captain america on one of his sadness errands goes to visit the last chorus girl in her nursing home and she’s like ninety and hooked up to a wheely oxygen tank and knitting some baby booties for her great-grandkid and she asks him right there in front of all the cameras, ‘you found a nice young man to pop that cherry of yours yet, rogers?’ and he goes ‘i’m waiting till you die, ethel, the last thing i need is another lecture on the clap’
the morning after sam and steve do it, steve resignedly answers his cellphone to the dulcet tones of a cackling ninety year old woman with a lecture for him on the clap.
looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: steve
looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: tony
looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: thor
looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you: natasha
would probably die from eating too many cinnamon rolls: clint
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