For your hand and glove I drove a mile
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For your hand and glove I drove a mile
terps: Epinetron” (επίνητρον) is a ceramic thigh protector that women in Ancient Greece used while spinning wool on their thighs. Penelope is usually pictured with one so it is associated with an activity you do while waiting. For Ulysses to come back, for the crisis to end. [...] I made this epinetron during the lockdown and sculpting it on my thigh, working on top of it for hours, I felt that I replicated the work of the women before me. The “spinning women” as they were called by male archaeologists, who perceived them as unethical because they were working.
A Greek Epinetron, a ceramic cover for the knees used by women so that their clothing would not be spoiled while weaving. Typically offered as a wedding gift, it was often taken to a woman's grave. 425-420 BC. National Museum, Athens.
The epinetron (Greek: ἐπίνητρον, pl.: epinetra, ἐπίνητρα; "distaff"); Beazley also called them onoi, sg.: onos) was a shape of Attic pottery worn on the thighs of women during the preparation of wool, not unlike a thimble for the thigh.[1] Decorated epinetra were placed on the graves of unmarried girls, or dedicated at temples of female deities.[citation needed]
Because of the strong association between wool-working and the Ancient Greek ideal of women and wives—as in the case of Penelope weaving in the Odyssey—it is a shape associated with the wedding.[2]
The theme of its decoration tended to be related to its use. The top surface was often incised to make it rough in order to rub the wool fibers. There was often a female head placed at the closed end, where the knee was covered. Epinetra were often decorated, sometimes depicting black figure Amazon women, as in the case of an epinetron painted by the Sappho painter between 500 and 490 BCE.[3]
The base of an epinetron from Athens, depicting a lion and a pegasus
when heath ledger refused to participate in brokeback mountain skits and said “it’s not a joke to me” that’s how i feel when fast car by tracy chapman is alluded to in almost any context
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to the anon who asked why I stopped posting hockey (they did not ask nicely so I’m not replying to it bc the negative tone is a boner killer): it is the off season, we are all on vacation, you are allowed to have multiple interests, plus I’ve never been all that into posting hockey wives social media, which is most of what we get during the off season. also I signed up for a fic fest in another fandom (generation kill) so I’ve been busy complaining about my brain atrophying.
to the anons still sending kinks: I once again forgot about my inbox and because I use tumblr on my phone exclusively it’s a lot of clicks to get to the inbox and I don’t ever remember to filter my notifications (which are set to off). I still want to talk to you about them! And I’m gonna! I even set a calendar alert to get weird once I submit this first fest fic. your patience and your kinks are sacred to me. love you fellow perverts so big.
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[Text description: "August 10. Wrote nothing.
August 11. Nothing, nothing." /End description]
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In honor of one of my favorite short stories of all time being set today, August 4, 2026, here is a repost of a commission I got from the wonderful @bethfuller in early March 2020 of the poem featured therein (and that which gives it its title) by Sarah Teasdale:
Donald Barthelme
But have you noticed the slight curl at the end of Sam II’s mouth, when he looks at you? It means that he didn’t want you to name him Sam II, for one thing, and for two other things it means that he has a sawed-off in his left pant leg, and a balling hook in his right pant leg, and is ready to kill you with either one of them, given the opportunity. The father is taken aback. What he usually says, in such a confrontation, is “I changed your diaper for you, little snot.” This is not the right thing to say. First, it is not true (mothers change nine diapers out of ten), and second, it instantly reminds Sam II of what he is mad about. He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that’s not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn’t notice.
— Donald Barthelme, The Dead Father
Snow White by Donald Barthelme
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so impressive of mxtx to have the golden core reveal be as bad as possible for jiang cheng. putting it right after the ancestral hall scene. the actual offender, wei wuxian, passed out. have it be revealed by the worst possible person ever, the wen who wei wuxian defected yunmeng jiang for. and for whatever reason, lan fucking wangji is there. truly being shot from all sides