#( dumbass of the century )

[thesmokinpossum]

If My Body Could Speak, Blythe Baird | The Godfather, Mario Puzo | My Father's House, Sylvia Fraser | To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection, Lynne Shako | Storms from Jupiter, Wanda Deglane | DO NOT REPLY, @filmnoirsbian

[laurapetrie]

I lived forever in a dream world. Oh, how happy I was when I came home with a bag of books! Now I could sit undisturbed behind my curtain, bent comfortably forward as I took out the books one by one and enjoyed them to my heart's content. The height of my aspirations was that a man of noble birth, perfect in both looks and manners, someone like the Shining Prince in The Tale of Genji, would visit me just once a year in the mountain village where he would have hidden me like Lady Ukifune. There I should live my lonely existence, gazing at the blossoms and the autumn leaves and the moon and the snow, and wait for an occasional splendid letter from him. This was all I wanted; and in time I came to believe that it would actually happen.

Lady Sarashina, The Sarashina Diary (c. 1060)

[by-glass-and-waves]

Doodled my Arisen/Pawn combo, human Allani and Amenthes (maybe becoming a separate character at this point)

Straightforward inclination for the dumbass recklessness and the sass

Boy is pissy that I made him a mage while I'm maxing out fighter, I made him feel better by giving him High Frigor so he can smack mobs and Empyrean so he feels like he's hurting them don't worry bae we can warrior combo after you max out the vocation

Oh yeah actual narinder is there hi narinder

[bluberimufim]

If you ever think that you're stupid, please remember that the first time I listened to Largo al Factotum from "The Barber of Seville", I commented "hey idk why but I think Figaro would get along great with Susanna from Nozze, pity she already has a husband tho".

Susanna.

From "Le Nozze di Figaro".

The person Figaro is supposed to be nozze-ing.

[enlitment]

Good luck finding something sexier than this 💅

(the Diderot copy from the library had a foldable spreadsheet of the division of human knowledge from the Encyclopédie inside 😍)

[bitchapalooza]

Veneziano: Hey Fratello, look. Look Fratello.

Romano: *ignores him*

Veneziano: Fratello, it’s important I swear, just look.

Romano: *still ignoring him*

Veneziano: Big brother. Fratello. Momo. Roma—

Romano: Oh my god WHAT!? What the hell is so important, Vene!?

Veneziano: *flips him off and runs*

Romano: YOU LITTLE FUCKING SHIT—

[bee-chann]

The idea of a 16th century woman getting dicked down by the bartender Willhelm from ye olde tavern and then telling her husband it was an incubus to avoid getting burnt at the stake just brings me so much joy

[patronsaint-ofthedenial]

"green day hasn't been that good since american idiot" says random asshole who listens to every album since then with american idiot or dookie in mind

[2700k-moogie]

Fellas

Is it gay to kiss your homies

[kavehater]

AAAH I have a mutual who’s 18 and he sorta kinda is flirting with this one guy who is a minor as a joke of course ( to which a concerned anon said that it’s weird ) but I can’t help but flashback to er*s

[ozzieinspacetime]

LMAOOO no way my college just FORGOT they were expelling me?!??? "if you're well enough to be in mainstream education we don't understand why you aren't" bitch YOU KICKED! ME!! OUT!!!

[slutdge]

Going to my favorite local record stores google reviews was a mistake bc theres soooo many ppl complaining that it doesnt stock new records and is "too focussed on vintage" ok so go buy your shitty tswift records somewhere else bestie, its main focus is 80s punk and 60s psychedelic rock, why did you even come in here

[hauntingblue]

Weird that helaena didn't foresee this btw she has predicted nearly every tragedy that happens to the greens

[yuiryuu]

please, kill me. Take my life away. Take me to heaven…or hell. I don’t want to live anymore.

(I failed my math exams)

[reki-of-the-valley]

It's me. Hi. I'm asking about the son of hephaestus!Reki post. It's me.

you ask this as if you dont know about my mad descent back into greek mythology brainrot. But ANYWAY

Reki is a basic choice - building, crafting, creative. Baby boy builds shit from his own two hands, mostly based on experimenting. We see it, he makes his own calculations and tried new and unconventional things, which is giving Hephaestus. Also, there's that imposter syndrome of his or inferiority complex which, while not being a tradition Hephaestus Trait(tm), just gives me Hepheastus vibes. Like this god is essentially the outcast of the Olympians, he got yeeted by his mother off a mountain, is rejected constantly and is just. yeah. Except for Reki it's all in his head because he isn't actually rejected.

Langa is uuuhhhh...... Self indulgent. I wanted Renga to be what Aphrodite and Hephaestus could never be. But also. Dite is beauty and love (and sexuality but whatever). Langa is admired by all (canonically) and is FUCKING PRETTY GODDAMNIT. And I think Langa is a good characterization of Love. And not just person love. Like yes, he loves his friends, he's in love with Reki, but he represents love of an activity, especially once with Reki. Which goes back to what Dite and Hephaestus could never be. Langa, alone, feels nothing. Love, alone, is nothing. Love has to have an object, and Langa's love of skating (and Reki) kinda represents that. Langa's love of sports has a person object. Snowboarding = Oliver. Skating = Reki. And what is Dite? She is love. Langa loves.

Also. Langa is idolized by everyone, something that's heavily associated with Dite. Because of her beauty (because of Langa's beauty on a board), she is idolized and a lot are jealous of her (*cough* Trojan War *cough*). What is Reki? Jealous of Langa because he surpassed him. So Langa being a Dite kid just makes sense. Also he could probably get away with anything he wants if he put in the effort.

And before someone goes BUT APHRODITE IS SEX I think it would be funny for a Dite kid to be asexual. It's just a bit ol' fuck you to the stereotype of Dite kid = sex.

And the others will be analyzed some other time because I'm sleeby again

[isalisewrites]

SUMMARY:

“Harry Potter.” The cold burrowed into his flesh, the scent of cloying death and molding earth clogged his senses.

“The Boy Who Lived.”

A strange sense of loss and disappointment rose within him. That brilliant, yet cruel boy could’ve been so much more if he’d not stepped down this bloodied path.

Terrible, but great. He pitied this creature.

“Come to die.”

Harry Potter faced the flash of green light with the bravery of a Gryffindor and the broken heart of a Hufflepuff.

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When Death gives Harry a third option, one that can save everyone he ever cared about, he takes it unflinchingly. Even when that means doing the impossible: falling in love with the enemy, Tom Riddle.

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TWINK FIGHT EXCERPT:

“Are you done?” asked Harry, soft, disgusted, and filled with disappointment. He shook his head, running a hand through his soaked hair. Water mixed with blood slipped down his temple. “You’re so blind. I don’t even know what to do any more…” It came out more of a whisper to himself. “What would it take to knock some sense into that fucked up head of yours?”

The rain stopped. The scar returned to normal. Harry quickly shed his outer robes; they dropped to the floor with a wet thud. With a swirl of his wand, Harry dried himself off. He glanced around briefly and smirked when he saw the shelves; he turned back to look at Tom.

“Well, then. My turn to teach you a lesson.” Harry whipped his wand upwards; a bunch of jars floated a number of inches off the shelves. “This is for trying to hurt Monty!”

He flicked his wand towards Tom; jars shot after him. Tom muttered a curse to himself, ducking as one narrowly missed smashing into his head. He threw up a protego; the jars shattered against the shield, their contents coating the floor. They struck his shield with such immense force, cracks in the magic began forming. A couple of more and the magic would end.

Tom broke into a run, just as his shield shattered. He threw up another one and the force of the jars pushed his shield backwards a pace; he smashed against a desk. Tom gritted his teeth.

“Come on, Tom, is that all you’ve got? A few snakes and that’s it?”

Tom dropped his shield, whipping out a number of cutting curses in quick succession. Harry darted to the side; one sliced through his trousers at his thigh. Jars zoomed towards Tom again. He dodged; pointed his wand at one and it exploded, a mixture of glass and its contents spraying his robes.

A pair of eyeballs landed at his feet, swiveling to look up at him.

The rank smell assaulted his senses, almost to the point of gagging. Tom shed his outer robes, flicking the viscous liquid from off his hands. He let out a disgusted huff, drying himself off. Harry smirked at him.

“Had enough?”

“Never,” whispered Tom.

Harry smiled, dark and stormy. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Potion vials flew off the shelves, skyrocketing towards Tom. He blocked them with a shield; they shattered against it, the contents spraying broken desks and chairs. One of the desk combusted into a blast of rainbow glitter, while the remains of another desk and chair turned a blinding neon pink. A chair sprang to life, bouncing around like a newborn pup, and darted for Tom.

He blasted it apart with a bombarda.