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Okoye #Cosplay by ilsu23
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Writing Native American Characters: How Not To Do A Rowling | On Demand Master Class
J. K. Rowling drew negative attention from Native people for what she did in her work Magic in North America. The mistakes she made were common–very common–and also easily avoidable. In this seminar, Native scholar and activist Debbie Reese talks about the missteps Rowling and many other authors have made, why they are a problem, and offers writers strategies for avoiding them and doing better.
Topics Include:
Native Nationhood and Sovereignty
History
Representation and Impact
Cultural Appropriation
Language and Naming
Spiritual Traditions
Stereotypes and Tropes to Avoid
Researching Native Americans for Fiction
Worldbuilding for Speculative Fiction
Price: $50
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The class includes both the video recording of the live seminar plus supplemental resources and reading recommendations. All class materials are online, and a download link will be emailed to you after you complete your purchase.
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Gipsy Danger vs Otachi
A Pacific Rim oil pastel piece I did during quarantine
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Sergeant James 'Bucky' Barnes
With the Howliess!!!!
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doritos & cigarettes
https://www.patreon.com/posts/35255455
A mchanzo ficlet for my $3+ patrons! Will be posted on Ao3 in a week.
Rating: M (for Heavy Flirting)
Words: ~1900
Summary: Jesse has been prison for a few months because of an Overwatch-related incident. Hanzo pays him a visit.
TW: accurate descriptions of the harshness of the American prison system (but no like OZ-level angst) and implied past violence.
DISCLAIMER: I am not romancing nor condemning prisoner/non-prisoner relationships. Hanzo and Jesse have had an established relationship for some time prior to Jesse’s incarceration.
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Let's talk about The Mummy (1999)
Someone was talking at me yesterday about this movie and I was getting riled so I decided to go full rant. Specifically in regards to the feminist podcast that slammed it.
I don't even remember which podcast it was, but I am still rankled and baffled that any "feminism in movies" podcast could jump to anything but "this movie is phenomenal."
First of all, even just discussing the overall quality: sure, it might not have been groundbreaking with its cgi or plot twists. But back in the 90s, that wasn't the standard of measure like it is now (and even now is a shitty standard that needs to die). This movie was light and funny and yet hit all the right beats to maintain the dire stakes needed to make it a compelling action flick.
Its characters are fully realized and entirely distinct from each other. Even those treated with a broader brush, such as the Americans, were charismatic enough that we were fully invested in their fate. The entire cast of characters were real people with real impact and real agency.
The script is quotable and fucking hilarious. There are gems from literally every single character. Rick and Evie have actual chemistry, aided by Rachel Weisz's natural magnetism and Brendan Frasier's career-long knack for acting utterly charmed with his female costars.
Actually, let's talk about Rick O'Connell for a second. This is peak 90s Brendan Frasier. He is absolutely GORGEOUS, suave, and cool, rugged and handsome. He is the epitome of the 1920s adventure hero. Dear god I want to kiss those casting directors. But for all his general peak masculinity? He's feminist as fuck. He is equally dumbstruck by Evie as she is by him, and it's wholly evident that it's more than a "oh no she's hot" thing.
How do we know?
He steals her some tools to dig with. This gift demonstrates that he a) has identified her passion for archaeology, b) has recognized her proficiency in the field, despite it not being explicitly stated on screen, and c) sees a chance to restore her full and active participation in the discovery of Hamunaptra.
There is never a moment where Rick assumes to be the leader of the expedition. He is the weapons expert, the muscle--and he knows it. Better than that, he's totally okay with it. He follows Evie's lead in all things.
Another favorite moment of mine is when they're facing off with the American team on Day 1, and Evie realizes there's a chamber underneath Anubis they could use to excavate the statue. She puts her hand on Rick's arm, looks him in the eye, and says very deliberately "there are other places to dig." And he yields, instantly.
By comparison, see the way the Americans treat their workers and guide.
Does he groan about his work being made exponentially harder as a result? Nope. And that's a recurring theme in his behavior the entire goddamn movie. The only time he is in charge is when a situation is in his wheelhouse-- namely, combat and rescue. And it deserves mentioning that the majority of the time that he's in charge, Evie is not present.
Meanwhile, Evie-- her adventurer's spirit chafing in an academia that dismisses her for her gender-- is an absolute marvel. She is visually coded as being very feminine (she's in dresses and long hair most of the film), but that fact in no way detracts from her competence and agency.
She is consistently protrayed as a fully capable expert in egyptology and there is never a single moment where she waffles on what to do. Even when she's the damsel in distress, she actively makes the choice to be so because she weighs the potential outcomes and decides doing so provides their best chance of success.
Evie is never the passive victim. She is constantly brash, constantly scheming, and saves the lives of her would-be rescuers mid-abduction. And when her brother (who is the failure of the family, against type) needs help with translation, she correctly translates for him while being throttled by a mummified priestess.
When I first saw this film, I was too young to realize how novel it was. Back then, all I knew was that it was just a good time. But now as an adult-- an adult acutely aware of the treatment female characters have gotten in the twenty years since-- I marvel at the respect with which the writers and directors treated Evie.
I marvel at how tender Rick was allowed to be, despite his rugged adventurer archetype.
The Mummy (1999) is peak storytelling. It doesn't try to outsmart the audience, but rather lays out a consistent, coherent narrative that gives the characters and viewers room to breathe. It invests the audience enough to care whether the characters succeed in their goals.
The Mummy (1999) does it right. It's the reason that any talk of the Tom Cruise version gets an immediate eyeroll from me, because whatever modern grimdark grit they shove into a story about a mummy cannot compare to the reliable and timeless entertainment of the 1999 adaptation.
All modern media should aspire to be the kind of film that The Mummy (1999) is.
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Chapter 1 of my Good Omens Bake Off AU for the @goodomensbigbang is up NOW!
Please go shriek at the fabulous @wyvernquill who made this gorgeous banner (the little Crowley choux pastry swan has sunglasses!!!! Azira-swan has rainbow sprinkles!!!!) and the adorable art in the first chapter!
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to lie down with dogs - ch 6
CHAPTER 6
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: M (explicit soon)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada
Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada
Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Tropes with the Most, away mission, Overwatch Mission, Spying, North Dakota, winter is coming, So are the feelings, Enemies to Lovers, Maybe some Friend mixed in there IDK, these lines are gray, gray areas, Gay Areas, Hanzo misses his home, Dreams, Nightmares, Insomnia, Smut to come soon, Unreliable Narrator, POV Hanzo Shimada, Angsty at first, Masturbation, Angst, thirst, a little internalized homophobia, Hanzo’s got some archaic ideas about manliness, Growth Happens, Sexual Tension, just heaping gobs of sexual tension, Flirting Chicken, Slow Burn, psychological claustrophobia
Summary: Hanzo and Jesse are sent on a deep reconnaissance mission in the industrialized wasteland of post-Crisis North Dakota, secretly hunkered down in a little room ill-fit for human occupation. Jesse seems fine with the situation, but Hanzo’s doubts extend far beyond that little room.
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Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Advent Calendar
Series: Part 16 of 4 Minute Window
Welcome to the 4 Minute Window Advent calendar for 2019! As always, my goal is to tell a little bit of story in this universe each day (knock wood) between the Immaculate Conception and Christmas.
This is the masterpost, I’ll update it as it comes. Multimedia pieces will be posted separately! <3
Chapter 1/17 - December 8
Chapter 2/17 - December 9
Chapter 3/17 - December 10
Chapter 4/17 - December 11
Chapter 5/17 - December 12
Chapter 6/17 - December 13
Chapter 7/17 - December 14
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Crowley as a Tinsel on a Christmas tree with Aziraphale being absolutely delighted. You can bet he stayed there for a good long week just sleeping or something idk maybe Aziraphale made him stay there. It’s your call.
This is also requested by one of my lovely patrons! If you’re on here too, bless you, dear!
Available on Redbubble as a print | Support me on Patreon, Ko-Fi, BMC
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Bucky is stuck on the Raft, but can’t be all bad when none other than Charles Xavier is there to help. Looking back to Coney Island, and his past with Stevie. My second drawing for @beaarthurpendragon‘s excellent story Things Floating Like the First Hundred Flakes of Snow.
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Peggy, Bucky, and their trusty Trabant - My first drawing for @beaarthurpendragon‘s heart wrenching and suspense filled story Things Floating Like the First Hundred Flakes of Snow.
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Be still my heart! I loved working on the art for this <3
(actually present tense love working on it as I have one more piece coming up :D )
Things Floating Like the First Hundred Flakes of Snow
For the @cabigbang, featuring art by @krycek-asks
Fandom: Captain America
Pairing: Stucky
Rating: Explicit
Summary: In the summer of 1968, the Winter Soldier manages to break free of his HYDRA programming enough to get a message to SHIELD Deputy Director Carter that Captain America is still alive. This is the story of how Bucky and Steve save each other (after Peggy saves them both).
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/49944644
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Bucky taught Steve how to dance in his kitchen on a Thursday night in early November—before Steve caught the flu that almost killed him and before the war broke out and before the draft threatened to separate them forever. Bucky had brought over a bottle of whiskey for some reason and by 7 p.m. they were already half in the bag and their poker game long-forgotten. Steve had gone to the kitchen for more ice and Bucky had followed him, humming along to Billie Holiday, and embraced him from behind and kissed his ear.
Steve had laughed and Bucky caught his hand and twirled him into a close dance hold and began to shuffle to the music.
“Buck, I don’t know how—”
“Shh,” Bucky said, kissing Steve’s forehead. “You’re gonna love it. Just follow me.”
He slid his hand all the way around Steve’s back, holding him close against his body, and tucked his hand in against his heart. In so many ways he had depended on Steve to show him what to do and how to be when they were together—it felt nice to be able to do something for him in return. Bucky held him close, feeling the slim curve of Steve’s back against his right hand and the delicate curl of Steve’s fingers clasped tightly in his left, and breathing in the warm, sweet smell of Steve’s head against his shoulder as they turned in slow, lazy circles around the kitchen.
The apartment was bright and cozy, redolent of something sweet baking at the neighbor’s downstairs, with the warm buzz of whiskey softening their limbs and quickening their smiles for each other. Bucky sang along as they danced, or tried to, only catching every third word or so and making Steve laugh when he gave up and decided just to make them up.
As the song wound down, he twirled Steve in an easy spin before catching him in his arms and lowering him into a dip.
This was bliss, Bucky remembered thinking as he kissed Steve on the way up. This was what he wanted most in the world: A lifetime of this moment, this song, this dance, this kitchen, together forever.
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Peggy for ch2 of Steve Rogers Learns To Fly by GutterAndTheStars
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For @cabigbang
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Things Floating Like the First Hundred Flakes of Snow
Chapter 3: Can’t Bury the Past
In the summer of 1968, the Winter Soldier manages to break free of his HYDRA programming and get a message to Peggy Carter suggesting that Steve Rogers might be alive. This is what happens next.
(For the @cabigbang 2019. With art by @krycek-asks.)
Here’s a taste—head over to AO3 for the rest!
“I don’t remember falling—I learned that much later,” Bucky said. “I woke up in a medical facility. I didn’t know what happened or how much time had passed or where I was. I couldn’t remember anything about myself. I still had all my knowledge and skills, but my identity was gone, or just—shadows. They spoke to me in Russian and I could understand them well enough, so when they told me my name was Yasha and that I was a HYDRA commando from Siberia and that I’d suffered a head injury, I believed them.”
But he couldn’t shake a growing sense of unease at his situation. The medical research facility was housed in an underground bunker with thick concrete walls and heavy, reinforced steel doors. There wasn’t much to it, just the medical lab, a small classroom where a tutor—they called him a speech therapist—helped him improve his Russian and a gymnasium where a trainer—they called him a physical therapist—taught him how to fight with his new arm. But there were more guards than scientists, some with dogs, all with machine guns.
He knew the technology in his new arm was top secret, but he’d been a soldier long enough to recognize that they were more interested in keeping people in than keeping them out.
“Once I noticed that, I realized I was a prisoner, not a patient. There was only one way out—an elevator behind two steel gates, each one guarded by two soldiers—but it was a way out, and I knew I had to take it.”
All his days were the same, so he simply picked one when he felt particularly well-rested and strong. After breakfast, he beat his Russian tutor to death, took his gun, and made a run for the gates. He killed the first two guards easily and took their keys, got through the first gate and shot the third guard before the fourth shot him with some kind of electrical weapon that paralyzed him.
“I don’t remember what happened after that, but I woke up shackled to my bed.” Bucky swallows hard and clears his throat. “After that, they initiated the indoctrination protocol.”
“Torture.”
“Yeah, they beat the hell out of me pretty good,” Bucky says with the kind of rueful familiar grin Peggy would have expected him to make after describing a bar brawl. His nonchalance is awful and false and she tries to clamp down the mounting sense of panic she’s begun to feel about his ordeal. “Starvation, sleep deprivation, electroshock, mind games, and—other things. You know. Anything to make you feel small.”
“Oh, Bucky,” she says, but he just waves her comment away irritably. He doesn’t want her sympathy.
It went on for months, he says—he could tell by how long his hair got. They scrambled his head so badly he didn’t know what was real and what was just the lies they fed him between beatings. They stripped him down, layer by layer, and by the time they were done, he wasn’t even Yasha anymore—they just called him Winter Soldier, because of how he’d been found. He knew, intellectually, that ordinary people did not live the way he did, but it was irrelevant. He was no longer ordinary. He was the Winter Soldier now. The Winter Soldier’s life had always been thus. It was the Winter Soldier’s duty to comply, and nothing else. He was to fight without question, kill without question, obey without question.
Once HYDRA was confident they’d achieved his complete submission, they needed a way to maintain his compliance without compromising his physical fitness. That was where the activation words came in—simple Pavlovian conditioning to remind him how badly they could hurt him if he didn’t follow his orders.
“You never believe you’ll break until you do,” Bucky says, his voice oddly matter-of-fact. “Then you’ll be ashamed of yourself for breaking, and they’ll use that against you, too, because that kind of shame–it’s like acid. It skins you alive and eats through your bones. You’ll do anything to avoid it. So eventually you tell yourself stories to make you think you’re in control. You surrender and tell yourself that you want it. And that’s how they get you.”
“Oh my God, Bucky.” She blinks back tears and fails; she reaches up gingerly with her left hand to wipe them away.
“Don’t you fucking dare pity me, Peg.”
“I don’t,” she says softly. “I care about you. There’s a difference.”
“You care about the man I used to be,” he says stiffly.
“If that man was dead, I would be, too.”
In a movement so quick she can barely process it, he reaches over, grabs the gun out of her hand, and presses it hard against her jaw. “Don’t assume you won’t be before the night is out.”
Peggy lets out her breath slowly, forcing herself to remain calm. “You won’t kill me, Bucky,” she says carefully.
He swallows and nods and then uncocks the gun, fans his fingers away from the trigger, and gently places it back into her waiting hand. “You keep that,” he says gruffly. “Don’t trust me.”
Keep reading….
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