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so. yesterday, i introduced my friend to the concept of shipping ever given and the suez canal, and then they had to draw it, and their drawing inspired... this. please check it out here, it’s absolutely amazing. aaand here’s my fic based on it.
relationships: ever given/suez canal (they’re lesbians your honor)
words: 563
warnings: kissing, mild swearing, some angst?? asflksjf
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It wasn’t supposed to happen. Evie knew it wasn’t; she knew they both did. It was a mistake—an error, a miscalculation, a crash; an interruption of everything she thought she was. Of everything she was supposed to be.
It was beautiful.
It was two spirits combining, in a blinding moment of shock and joy, and it was beautiful, the most wonderful mistake she could imagine.
Normally she would worry, over the consequences, the inconvenience, the frustration of all those around her. Normally she would regret her carelessness, her reckless choices that led to this collision.
Tonight she would not.
Tonight she would regret nothing.
Not when her hands were on her back, on her waist, pulling her closer; not when her eyes spared no glances for the others; not when her attention was all on Evie, responsibilities be damned.
“Gosh, you really are beautiful,” she whispered, all else forgotten. “Like the sea—like a storm. Like everything a poet dreams about.”
The girl in front of her responded with a coy laugh, flipping her hair over her shoulder—god, how long was that hair? How soft and silky it looked—before turning back to look down into her eyes. “You’re not bad either, Miss Ever Given.”
She shivered as she heard her full name, purred like a magic incantation, transforming this night from exciting to unforgettable.
“Why so formal, Su?” she managed to tease, still breathless.
“Ah, my mistake,” Suez, Suez Canal, who was so much more than Evie, so well known, so stunning, and holding her, chuckled, “Would you prefer to skip the formalities?” Her gaze dropped down, glancing over Evie, and when she met her eyes again with a smirk Evie was sure she was as red as the hem of her skirt.
She knew she had other things she really ought to be doing. She knew Suez did too; knew she had responsibilities to so many others, far more important than Evie’s needs. But she brushed those thoughts away, letting desire take over. As she did far too often—but this time even the memories of being called impulsive, of being told off for wasting time, of failure and disappointment could not sway her from her decision. Suez was worth it.
Plus, she was stuck here, for now. Might as well enjoy it.
“If you insist,” she breathed, and suddenly Suez was pulling her closer, lifting her up just enough for their lips to meet, with Evie on her toes, leaning into Suez to stay standing.
It was magical. Experienced hands drew her in, the smell of ocean air and everything mysterious flooding her senses with Suez’s face so close. She held on to her shoulders and lost herself in the bliss, all awareness of their surroundings slipping away. Suez was magical. Enchanting.
It was a mistake—a collision that was never supposed to happen, a meeting that no one would approve of. And Evie swore it was the best mistake she’d ever made, no matter the consequences.
Maybe she’d regret it someday, when she woke up and Suez wasn’t there, off to fulfill her myriad responsibilities, her touch unforgettable. Maybe she’d regret when she’d have to make up for the time spent trapped in Suez’s arms, when she’d be paying the price alone as Suez moved on, her memory filling Evie’s soul, but never really there. Maybe she’d regret it someday.
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Not enough people talking about how that "having sex is illegal as a single person except one night a year The Purge style" movie trailer is easily one of most nuts things I've ever seen in my life
Really cannot explain you all how hard I was tuning this out in theaters and just how fast my head snapped from my phone to the movie screen at the line establishing the premise
Elliot Page does not play Achilles in The Odyssey like transphobes were preemptively angry about but Homer just told me he updated the Iliad and Achilles is canonically transgender now and not just subtextually transgender like in the first draft.
i cannot begin to explain the emotions i feel every day knowing that this post i made in the middle of playing tf2 when i was 16 is going to be the one thing of mine that has made the largest impact on the world by a fucking mile
On this moon day Monday let’s give particular notice to the BLACK WOMEN responsible for getting us there in the first place shoutout Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan and Mary Jackson we quite literally could not have done it without them and the countless other Black women to which this entire goddamn nation is deeply indebted to
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Friends who have vision sensitivities do NOT go into the Odyssey unprepared. There are a LOT of lightning sequences that could count as strobing lights. The worst offender is obviously after the Sun Gods cows, but almost any storm scene has an abundance of lightning. It was almost too much for me in some places.
I mean, in some very interesting Technically Correct ways, they didn't actually die? Now, they're very much no longer alive. But the forces involved are such that they didn't get any of the usual cellular processes of death, they simply went from biology to physics in less time than it takes a signal to travel down your optic nerve.
You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light
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You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?
You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”
He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”
It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.
Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”
You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.
The day Bruce Wayne shows up for his long promised interview with Lois Lane, you can’t help it, the mug your holding drops from your fingers and sends a shock of hot coffee and ceramic shards across the floor.
Clark stops a few feet away and squints at you worriedly from behind those ridiculous glasses you’re 99% sure he doesn’t actually need, and asks tentatively, “Everything all right?”
You ignore him in favor of staring at the inky dark numerals hovering over the beaming fool gesticulating some fantastic yacht story for a gaggle of secretaries and minor columnists.
That’s it. Your gift has officially gone haywire. There is no other explanation. Because there is absolutely no way that Brucie Wayne is a 10.
At this point, you’ve seen it all. Miled manner reporters and billionaires at a 10 and a model-like woman at 11. You were really starting to doubt your power. The day you really stopped believeing in it was when Bruce Wayne came for another visit, and this time with a kid. The kid couldn’t be more than 10 years old, a bit on the short side.
The day you started believing in it again was when you saw on tv the formation of something called the justice league.
There were those same numbers over superman, batman, wonder woman and robin. That’s when you put two and two together. You wonder how nobody at the daily planet noticed that Clarke was Superman with glasses. You wonder why you didn’t notice. You wonder why nobody put two and two together that Diana Prince and Wonder Woman looked exactly the same. You look in the mirror as the realization hit you and you see your own number change from a 3 to a 9.
a team in last year’s robotics class forgot to comment out a line of joke code so during the final their robot completed the assigned task in autonomous mode, stopped directly in front of the professor, printed “HEADED HOME, MOTHERFUCKERS” to its LCD, and drove back to base
legit the best advice i can give you: feed your friends
any time someone is in any kind of crisis or upheaval, offer to feed them. tell them they don't have to choose what it is if they can't make decisions, just ask about allergies and preferences and tell them you're just gonna make food happen at their house.
friend having a baby? delivery gift certificate to order food to the hospital after the kid shows up.
someone's relative passes away? offer to make them dinner.
buddy gets laid off? ask if you can order them lunch.
pal stuck in a depressive episode? offer to drive them to fucking mcdonalds, if that's what they want.
people in crisis are tired and sad and angry and the last thing most of them are doing is thinking about feeding themselves. so if you have the ability or time or money, providing that is always, always a good move.
legit i do this all the time, and it is 100% always appreciated. i have taught all my friends that when something happens, we feed each other. it makes people feel extremely cared for, and I cannot recommend it enough.
Right after I reblogged this I found out a friends’ mom was hospitalized — this is such a good reminder
If you can, provide disposable plates/utensils and save them from doing dishes — when my husband was diagnosed with cancer, bulk paper products were our most appreciated gift
Appropos of nothing, nail polish comes in very small bottles that will fit in most bags, or pockets, without takingnup significant room, and removing it from many plastic-like surfaces is difficult, since many of those are dissolved in acetone
Witnessed on of these blocking the curb the other day. A woman in a wheelchair needed the space but the Captialism Robot completely blocked the way. The light changed color.
Luckily the oncoming driver saw this as well, turned on his warnings and pulled up to block her from other drivers.
A man came out of the crowd and literally had to pick up the robot and move it so she could safely access the sidewalk. A woman next to me commented to her friend "well that was nice of him, but now his door dash account will be deactivated because he touched it" as if that was anywhere in the realm of reasonable responses to witnessing one of these things endanger a woman's life. Oh no, his account 🙄 whatever will he do. Fuck these robots, and fuck doordash/ubereats/all these companies taking over public spaces for shareholder gains.
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It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! That’s a big deal! I’ve never thought about it before but now that I have, it’s ridiculous to me that that’s not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why don’t we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
It’s July 20th. That’s the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. I’m ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and I’m going to have a goddamn potluck. You’re all invited.
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
I scheduled this in 2025 to give you all a week to make Moon Day Monday preparations! I think I will order a little rocket cake or bake some moon phase cookies!
