“what I got,” Silas Denver Melvin
for @songsandswords
Hockey Poetry Post 15/?
(Photo credit: Claus Andersen, Rocky W. Widner, Mark Blinch, Claus Andersen, Bill Wippert, Claus Andersen, Bill Wippert, Bill Wippert, Jared Silber, Len Redkoles, Jared Silber, Andy Devlin, Bill Wippert, Joshua Bessex, Joshua Bessex)
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It's dead af at work. We got through our four reservations and have had no walk ins, and my manager won't cut me because he hates doing my job (and we're friends and he knows I need the money) and tbh I don't want to be cut (can't really afford to be) but I'm actually going insane from sitting on my stool, going through Tumblr, Insta, Kindle, then standing up and going through those apps again, then sitting down and going through those apps again, etc. it's nice to get paid to do nothing, because tbh if I was cut then I'd just be doing this but in my bed, but I'm getting so fucking restless.
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this book I'm reading feels like something from wattpad in 2009 but I can't put it down. like there's plenty here that's cringe (the long denim and corduroy skirts, describing every outfit in detail, the casual misogyny brushed off because the mmc gives puppy dog eyes and says sowwy), but there's just enough good that I can't stop reading it.
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Sip of Snips - "pump(ed)"
In an act of desperation, I'm turning to my fics because none of the recent words have appeared in either of my regular WIPs and it's making me sad. So I humbly offer you this, from that one HNOC fic of mine:
And just as his ears picked up all the Station’s hums, so too did his eyes often see all around the Fort. His field of vision was rarely without some snippet or other from somewhere far off. Down below, in unused tunnels, miles away across the reddish sands, and out there, in the void beyond Fort Galfridean where Avalon burned bright. He saw through the eyes of every nut and bolt and cog, his vision divided but never hindered, as if his sight was endless.
Arthur breathed deep, trying to push away the hum, trying to close a thousand eyelids. It didn’t work. It never did. There was no quiet anymore. Never again.
He could hear his lovers’ breaths, but he also felt their hearts beat and their brains work in their sleep and their blood pump through their veins. And he felt the bodies of every other being for miles and miles around. Every inhabitant of Camelot and its surrounding cities, every Saxon sleeping at the edges of the world, every animal in its shelter, even the rotting corpses of Galahad and the previous captain. Because the Station felt it too. The Station felt everything, and it never rested.
He got up, carefully stepping over Guinevere’s sleeping form, and headed to the town hall. If he couldn’t rest, at least he could finally find some silence.
This fic has been sitting in my docs for months. I've been procrastinating it. I love it a lot tho.
This probably makes 0 sense without context lmao
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it is interesting how different stories about showbiz try to depict a character as having star power like a common method in audio-visual mediums is music and lighting to try to make a fictional actor's performance in a fictional movie look transcendent (like in Babylon 2022 which I watched the other day) while mediums that don't have the benefit of audio or the moving picture like most comics will have something like a bunch of sparkly screentones all over the place or glitter in their eyes that kinda thing (like too many manga about the entertainment industry to name) but i still have a soft spot for Penguin Revolution's method of just hallucinating wings on everyone
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just when i thought i couldn’t like gregory peck anymore i stumbled upon this interview he did with the los angeles times in 2000. in the article he talked about what he did as the honorary chair of the los angeles library foundation (which was a role i didn’t know he took on and mind you, he was 84 at the time of this interview so that is so fucking cool). here is my most favorite part of the interview:
Q: But there is a distinction between choosing roles that you see as a way to express your views as an actor, and expressing them as an individual, as Gregory Peck the man.
A: Yes. There’s nothing wrong with good entertainment, and every film doesn’t have to have a message. I’ve certainly made swashbucklers and comedies and, of course, Westerns. Someone said to me that I could be among the Western stars, so why don’t you stay with it. And I said, because I like to talk, I like to have something to say. In life and in my work, I have spoken out against bigotry and discrimination of any kind. I am for gun control: registration of every single gun. They say that we who are for gun control want to take away hunters’ rifles, or pistols from people who enjoy marksmanship. Nonsense. We want to take guns out of the hands of children and people who are mentally deranged.
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Watched the first 3 episodes of new black mirror season and my reviews are, in order, “kind of entertaining but mid,” “actually really good and I liked what it had to say”, and “predictable and uninteresting even if the premise was mildly intriguing”
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