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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.
i wish people would stop romanticizing not eating breakfast and not getting enough sleep and being dependent on coffee to function and always being in a bad mood and treating yourself poorly because that behavior is very unhealthy for you
i want to see the symbolism ppl would weave into the fanart of me. i want to see who id be shipped with. i want to see what discourse ppl would have about me.
getting lost in boston is fun because I turned around on a street corner three times and some guy yelled "hey stupid! the bus is that way!" very helpful interaction and accurate insult, 10/10 no notes
one time I walked around a building a couple times looking for a bathroom and this guy went "this bitch thinks she's on a merrygoround, where the fuck are you tryna go? bathroom? one floor down to the right behind the door that says bathroom."
My very first time in Boston. I was absolutely miserable, trying to drag my giant suitcase up a lengthy set of stairs in the pouring rain. This guy who had already reached the top looked back at me with the most pure expression of disgust I’ve ever seen in anyone’s eyes, marched back down the stairs, grabbed my suitcase, carried it to the top, left it there for me, and walked away without ever saying a word. I think about him often.
For the people in the notes going "why is Boston like this": a) the insults are a way to show you have no ulterior motives when helping someone (and don't need to be thanked or repaid), and b) Boston was settled by the Irish
also the Italians. mixing Irish and Italian sociocultural attitudes had the effect of multiplying the Sass Levels by the power of infinity, in the sense that you get all of the clever dry wit of the Irish and all of the bitchy gossipy condensation of the Italians rolled into one very stereotypically overly-friendly American package.
also worth noting that who you are to them doesn’t matter. they’ll talk to strangers like that and will also talk to their best friends like that. they’re just Like That.
whenever the conversation about difficulty and accessibility in games come up i want to slam my head into a wall because noone thats speaking has anything more than a surface level understanding of what "difficulty" even is
your game should have accessibility options, but if your only accessibility options are "turn off central game mechanics" then you have made shit accessibility options.
you know what accessibility option doesnt completely fucking butcher your game while allowing almost everyone to play it? an option that is not available in 99.99% of all games ever made? easy:
Sometimes ur fat bc u were born that way. Ur parents are fat, ur cousins are fat, u always have been fat.
And sometimes, you become fat. Something happened (puberty, change in diet, change in ability, anything) and someone who was once skinny is now fat. This doesnt make you a failure. It just means ur fat now. Its okay. You didnt do something wrong.
"But some mentally ill people really ARE dangerous-" Yes you can always find examples of violent abusers. Doesn't mean entire groups of people fundamentally deserve systematically being denied basic human rights
it really is disappointing how much leftist talking points and criticisms of individuals are directly drawn from critique of the appearences of individuals or oppressing factors related to them. people who can't critique Elon musk without critiquing his social inadequacy when he's autistic, people who can't critique graham linehan without calling him ugly, people who can't critique Donald Trump without bringing up that he wears diapers, or is ugly, etc. etc. etc. idk bro the fact that these people are fascists who directly get people killed feels a bit more important!
I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with relating to characters, “they’re literally me” etc but if that’s the only way you engage with stories you’re kinda missing the whole point of Characters being vehicles through which we can see perspectives outside of our own. and also you’re going to get upset when the Character acts in a way that is not Personally Relatable to You
doubly for shipping. at risk if biting the hand that feeds me, a well written fictional relationship should ideally be more than a didactic template for how to have a nice relationship
why is it so embarrassing to ask your doctor for a referral. it’s like hiiii 👉👈🥺 i don’t think you’re doing your job good enough. can you fill out this form for someone else to do it instead 🫶
eating disorders and abortions are two things that are like, spoken about in most mainstream discourse as though they are pretty rare and aberrant, but then when you’re actually friends with a lot of women you come to find out that they are extremely extremely common and kind of banal & mundane
