Women’s Bodies Weren’t “made” To Do Anything, Nature Didn’t “intend” Anything, No Human

Ever since Steve found Bucky after the events of the helicarrier, he's dedicated all his time to taking care of him.

Breakfast in bed, baths with lots of bubbles and ducks, teaching him a little about social media and... he'll definitely have to buy him more comfortable clothes.

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Eternal Hero. Version 1 Oils on primed watercolor paper.

TAG GAME (thank you so much to @booksandabeer for including me, I really appreciated this!🫶🏻🥂):

Favorite color: Blue in general, but mostly deep, dark blues, and not the warm shades of it either. (I also love the International Klein Blue @booksandabeer mentioned, so so gorgeous!)

Last song I listened to: My Blue Heaven by Gene Austin

Last book I read: the last book I’ve read of is “Asimov’s Guide to Science”, I haven’t picked it up in days, though. The last thing I finished, however, was a book about Kazimir Malevich (“Malevich, Life and Work” by Jeanott Simmen). But god I haven’t finished anything in weeks. I need to fix that.

Last movie: Shame (2011). I really liked it!

Last TV show: Agatha All Along

Sweet/savory/spicy: all 3 for me as well!

Relationship status: happily single.

Last thing I googled: “How to use chopsticks” and I still can’t do it in the proper way.

Looking forward to: I’m sending a friend my own baked goods one of these days and I’m looking forward to hear from them about it!

Current obsessions: I’ve been falling back into the Evanstan rabbit hole lately.

Tagging (with zero pressure, please feel free to ignore this) the lovely: @musette22 @soliddarrity, @thisonesatellite and @buckrogers 🤎

“Go outside” they said. “You’ll enjoy the fresh air” they said. Photo from my collection, no documented date/info.

Imagine watching a movie where a sudden twist happens—a car crash, an explosion, a shocking revelation. In that moment, you’re caught up in it. Your body reacts, maybe your heart races, your breath catches, and for that brief period, it feels like the most real thing in the world. You don’t stop and think, “Oh, this is just a movie,” because you’re fully immersed. But then, the scene changes, and as you keep watching, you naturally shift back into the awareness that it was always just a film playing out exactly as it was meant to, frame by frame. Nothing was actually out of control—it just seemed that way in the moment.

That’s what happened. The accident itself felt abrupt, unexpected, and for a moment, I was just there, experiencing it as it unfolded. There was no time to intellectualize or analyze—it just happened. But afterward, there was this deep, undeniable clarity that everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Not planned in a way that suggests someone sat down and mapped it out, but planned in the sense that everything unfolds spontaneously and perfectly, always. Even the initial shock, the seeming confusion, was part of that.

It’s like how waves crash in an ocean—each wave rises, crests, and falls back naturally, without any mistakes or missteps. It just does. And even if, for a moment, a wave might “forget” that it’s the ocean, that doesn’t change the fact that it never actually wasn’t the ocean. That’s what’s paradoxical about it: in the moment, you can feel like you’ve “forgotten” the underlying nature of everything, but once the moment passes, you see that you never actually forgot—because forgetting itself was just another part of the flow.

That’s why it’s impossible to ever really “fall out” of understanding. There’s only ever this, unfolding exactly as it does, and whether you seem to remember or forget makes no real difference.

Shinjuku in 1985. Photos by 'Canadagood' on Flickr.

It’s just not the same.

'La Singe Barbier' - A barbier about to shave an unwilling client with anthropomorphic participants. Coloured lithograph by Y. G.

Thunderbolts* 2025 | Dir. Jake Schreier

Merlin on film by me 2025 - follow @reelygoodtimes on insta for more!!