#I do now

[alljustaruse]

the idea of the gods as actually good parents was foreign to me. WHAT DO YOU MEAN APOLLO IS ACTUALLY A GOOD GUY. i loved pjo initially because it wasn't really magic, or sparkles. it was not hp. it was messed up kids in a messed up world, trying to live, pushed around by their parents...

[cacaocheri]

i love it when my posts reach the self-shipping community. now thats what im talking about

[the-dragon-hearted]

"M'Lord! M'Lord... I bring word from the mines!"

"The mines? Very well old friend, what did you find? And why are you... underdressed?"

"That's the issue, m'lord... I ventured forth into the mines but foolishly forgot to switch my glider for my chestplate. I was slain by a pack of undead. I awoke in the bed I hath placed next to yours -"

"Next to mine!?"

"Besides the point. I lost a fair amount of diamonds and all my belongings."

"Very well - we shall revisit the bed issue at a later date. Do you require assistance in regaining that which you lost in the dark and terrible mines?"

"Indeed m'lord, but... there is more."

"More?"

"I ventured forth with my replacement armor, you see. I ventured back into the mines slaying all manner of arachnids, undead, and whatever else lingers in those dark corners. I found my old grave and all my loot... when I saw it..."

"What did you see?"

"One of the undead, m'lord. It's taken my armor."

"Your armor!?"

"Yes. And it slew me again."

"Your armor forged from the finest diamond and then lined with the metals plucked from hell!?"

"The deepest pit of hell itself, m'lord."

"The armor you've covered with thorns and laid with protective runes!?"

"The very same."

"How armored is it?"

"From its feet to the tip of its rotten head. All I owned it now flaunts."

"Well... I can see the problem. Fear not. I shall bring my smiting axe and we will vanquish this foul creature -"

"There is more, m'lord."

"What do you mean more?"

"The undead... they've picked up my weapon."

"... Your tools."

"My weapons."

"Your weapon. Singular."

"No, my lord. There was a horde of them, and of that ferocious group, four survived and three now carry the fruit of my labor."

"The armored one included?"

"Indeed."

"What manner of tool did the armored one pluck from your corpse?"

"..."

"Old friend, what did you arm our foe with."

"M'Lord, I fear that of all the tools to pick, he allotted the axe and shovel to his allies. He holds my sacred blade."

"Your blade."

"Indeed."

"Your fire aspect, sharpness five, hell-blessed blade, dark as the night and fierce as the heavens?"

"The very same. It has knockback as well."

"Why does it have -"

"Besides the point, m'lord."

"Well... You've made us quite the foe, old friend. Do not despair; take these iron parcels, string up your bow, we must take this foe from afar. Your thorny enchantments will not kill me faster than my arrows will kill it."

"There is... there is one more thing, m'lord."

"What?"

"The zombie, m'lord..."

"What is it?"

"It was a child."

"... Dear god."

"I fear God was able to flee faster than I could."

[mythweaverarts]

I don't think y'all understand how much I love epic the musical I would both kill and die for Telemachus at this point

[arcandoria]

... ngl Calligos could get it 😔

[tatonslice]

any ai fans out there

actually any puyotet fans out there at all. hi i love this dog

[theriu]

Coming up with new, clever jokes for my mythical how-to guides is challenging. It can be a giant pain when the inspiration just won’t flow. And I know I may seem like a master of wordfae, but the good ones usually take much more than a minotaur two. Plus if I don’t deliver it right, the joke can dragon and on.

Still, I don’t wish to sound selkie! Plenty of problems dwarf this one, and I look back on most of my past guides faundly. Thanks for everyone’s kind notes and comments, they’re fairy much appreciated! I’ll let you know when I manage to leprechauncoct a new one.

[sadiecoocoo]

The fact that as soon as they pulled out their blasters Ventress just yoinked them and threw them out of reach was too funny… like guys, I know you’ve been through a lot, but please get your shit together 😭

[skyloftian-nutcase]

It was a dull, rainy morning as Ganondorf ate the breakfast the servants provided. He didn’t mind Hyrule’s food all that much, but they could certainly stand to add some more spices to it. One thing was for certain – when he took over Hyrule, he would ensure the food improved.

Sighing, he sipped at his milk when he heard what sounded like stomping the next room over. Still half asleep, he stared blearily at the doorway for a moment before slowly rising and peeking through. Hemisi was in the other room, making strange movements that could pass for dancing. She stomped her feet in rhythm while moving her arms in a coordinated fashion, jabbing one way into the earth and then the other, all while whispering a count to keep tempo. When she did a small turn, her hands moving upward, she jumped nearly to the ceiling when she saw her father.

Ganondorf stared at her dully. “What are you doing?”

“I-I—” she stammered before gaining her confidence back. “I’m practicing a dance Orik taught me. It’s a traditional Sheikah dance and I wanted to do it with him.”

“You have better ways to be spending your time,” Ganondorf noted, somewhat annoyed. “Such as eating breakfast.”

Hemisi rolled her eyes. “Father, quit being like that. I can do my duties and have fun with my boyfriend.”

“You should be thankful I let you have a boyfriend,” Ganondorf grumbled, heading back towards the table. Hemisi’s snort of disapproval was not missed, but he chose to ignore it.

He was afforded a few minutes of peace, eating at his food and steadily coming to life (the rainy weather certainly did not help) when he heard his daughter yelp and a gasp and thud. More alert, he rose sharply and quickly made his way into the room.

Hemisi was on the ground. On top of Orik. Who was giggling. The pair stared at each other, Orik’s arms wrapped around Hemisi while she started to chuckle in response despite the flush to her cheeks. The Sheikah boy’s red eyes traced beyond her, seeming to sense someone else, and they widened three times their size when they caught sight of Ganondorf.

Especially since he was fuming.

Orik scrambled out from under Hemisi, who immediately started to rise and move to his defense, “Father, it was an accident—”

Orik bolted out the door, and Ganondorf was on his heels. Hemisi tore down the hallway behind them. Due to the boy’s small steps, he couldn’t outrun the Gerudo king for long, though it looked like he was ready to resort to magic to escape him. Ganondorf grabbed him by the upper arms, squeezing him and raising him off the ground, leaving the teenager’s feet dangling helplessly.

“Father,” Hemisi hissed, grabbing Ganondorf by the arm. “Stop it. I was practicing the dance and lost my balance. Orik caught me and made sure I didn’t hit my head on the furniture. Will you stop being so dumb?!”

Orik, for his part, looked suitably terrified and apologetic. He also didn’t make a sound to defend himself.

Ganondorf sighed heavily, dropping the teenager. “I don’t recall inviting you to our quarters.”

“Forgive me, my lord,” Orik muttered, eyes boring into the floor.

Hemisi scoffed, shoving past her father and holding Orik around the wrist. “You don’t need his invitation. You can come by whenever. We’re dating.”

“He does need it, actually,” Ganondorf said with some gravity to his tone. This was not something he was going to debate. He admired his daughter’s passion and confidence, but he was not letting this boy run around freely in his area without his permission. The boy, despite his clear affection for Hemisi, was still loyal to the royal family. Ganondorf wasn’t foolish enough to leave any kind of incriminating evidence here, but he wasn’t taking chances.

Hemisi recognized the cadence of his words, the gravity to them. She looked ready to debate the matter anyway, but Orik interrupted her. “As the husband to the chief of the Gerudo, it is his call to do so, Hemisi. Forgive me, my lord.”

Hemisi bit her lip, irritated. Ganondorf let out a breath, less agitated. Orik shifted uneasily, trying to appease both parties. At least the boy understood protocol.

A small part of Ganondorf really did hope the two married. At least one of his children would be obedient, then. Merovar was certainly better than Hemisi, but the boy’s aspirations and desire for power sometimes made him foolish... and defiant.

He didn’t want to lose face in front of his daughter, so he dismissed her. Growing steadily more furious, Hemisi glared at him before marching back to the Gerudo quarters, leaving the two men alone.

“Hemisi was practicing some dance of yours,” Ganondorf commented, watching the boy. “I trust you can do it more gracefully than her.”

Orik glanced up at him, bewildered before coughing to cover a laugh.

Ganondorf found some cheer from the boy’s amusement, adding, “If she can learn your dances then you better be certain you’ll learn ours.”

“I recall the one from my visit,” Orik replied. “Though, that was the only one I learned.”

“We have plenty,” Ganondorf said, waving a hand. “Perhaps Hemisi can teach you one this evening. If you’re available for dinner and staying after.”

Orik’s eyes brightened as he watched him with hope and happiness. The boy nodded, bowing, and Ganondorf walked away.

Honestly, these teenagers.

[collection-bundle]

I am kissing every single one of guys that tag my pics as “art”

[quinloki]

Me to Pix: what’s the name of that song?

Pix: Blinding Light.

Me and my lousy memory: I’ll do my best to remember that.

Pix: by The Weekend

Me: … I’m not commiting to a deadline.

Pix:

[thursdayinspace]

♒️ (I have opinions and I want to know if others share them 🙃🙃) thank you!

♒ cooking/food headcanon

ohhh. that's a difficult one. i actually think that mulder makes the far superior pancakes. he's really perfected them.

they can both cook even though they don't do it often with the hours they're working and how often they're away from home, but when they are home, they will start inviting each other over after a while because cooking for one is not really fun, you always end up with too much, or have to buy bigger quantities of stuff than you need because for some reason most things come only in "enough for the whole neighborhood" sizes. so they start having dinner together at one of their places semi-regularly.

they're not brilliant cooks, neither one of them. but they can feed themselves. and at some point instead of just inviting each other over and cooking for each other, they start doing it together. it's a bit of a mess at first, but after "detour" they start referring to it as a "team building exercise" and make each other laugh. a coin toss or 'rock paper scissors' decides who has to cut the onions because they both hate doing that.

in the morning, once mornings become a thing they do together, scully is in charge of the coffee, but mulder is in charge of breakfast foods. his pancakes really are far superior and also scully likes to sit on the counter with a cup of coffee and watch him make breakfast in nothing but his underwear.

ask me about headcanons!

[avatar-of-the-vast]

Nothing feels bad like a lifelong crocheter learning to knit than not being able to just fucking frog shit

[sprooknooky]

9 people you want to know better tag game

Tagged by @demoncatapologist! Howdy, friend!

Three ships: I’m not a super big shipper… although I do like to ship my own characters for fun, canon or not. Right now I’ve been focused on two OCs me and a friend of mine made together over six years ago. One of them is a very tall mean bisexual and the other is a girlboss going through a divorce. That’s all right now :)

First ship: I think it may have been Ash and Misty from Pokémon. I remember reading fanfiction about them.

Last song: Daylight Robbery by Imogen Heap. Such a banger. Highly recommend

Last movie: Alien!! Oh my god this movie altered my brain chemistry. I went in thinking it was going to be some kind of scifi horror movie and came out of it laughing my ass off out of pure excitement. The sets, costumes, and practical effects in this movie are ASTOUNDING. My mind was absolutely blown. I’ve been going back through the movie a few times a week to take screenshots of scenes I like so I can redraw them because I want everything to be tangible in my hands. Epic anti-corporation message, too. What a good movie.

Currently watching: Struggling my way through the Umbrella Academy season 4 with my parents. Mostly been watching Secret Sleepover Society vods on YouTube and rewatching old episodes of Drawfee. I just finished watching Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous and Jurassic World Chaos Theory and I really liked both of those, too! WAY more intense for kids shows than I thought they’d be, and I loved every second.

Currently reading: Milk Blood Heat by Dantiel W. Moniz, The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, and Solitaire by Alice Oseman. Also some theatre textbooks for school, the Backstage Handbook, and Stop the Show by Brad Schreiber. I’m about to be consumed by technical theatre in a month or so and no one is ready for it, not even me.

Currently eating: Some penne pasta with pesto sauce and spinach. I always eat pasta on Tuesday nights. I love a good bowl of pasta

Currently craving: I went to Seoul a few months ago and had kimchi rice with a fried egg on top and haven’t stopped thinking about how good it was. I need to find a good Korean restaurant near me…

I can’t really think of people to tag but if you want to do this, consider this an honorary tag. Tag! You’re it!

[wannabe-femme]

one thing they don’t tell you about (femme) lesbian as a gender is that you still get upset when you feel like it’s been invalidated

[edgyandoverzealous]

My biggest PJO red flag is I used to be a Bianca Di Angelo hater when I was first reading the series. Key word used to because I understand now, I don't hate her and I had to do something similar so new perspectives are at play vs when I was 11.

As the eldest who also had a forced parental bond to my siblings I couldn't understand why she'd leave her sibling behind and alone. It was her responsibility to take care of him and I didn't see anything wrong with that because that was my role too. I couldn't comprehend the idea of putting yourself first and then that older siblings deserved to do so. That after a lifetimes worth of selflessness it's okay to be a little selfish.

I didn't understand what would be so bad about her situation, providing for her sibling all on her own, because I grew up with a different extreme where me just taking care of everyone would've been ideal. Better than the abuse we faced so I didn't understand how she could leave him like that.

I remember putting down my book momentarily with a scoff thinking "I would never abandon my siblings like that."

I understand now, she didn't want to "abandon" him. She just wanted an out and that sometimes you have to take the opportunity to get out, whether it's ideally or not. You shouldn't be expected to be a martyr or a parent when you're just a kid too. That just because you put yourself first for once doesn't mean you don't love them anymore, it doesn't make you a bad person. It doesn't make you a bad sibling.

Bianca joined the hunt because it was her way out. Her chance at freedom at happiness for herself for once. Not that she was never happy with Nico but as a protector/provider that young there's always a form of anxiety hanging around it (in my case the drop and fight coming) in hers if they'll still be safe and make it through the next day. She knew Nico would be okay because she'd seen how the campers treated him, that he was with family. She still loved him, hell, her death was caused by her trying to get him a present because she knew he'd want it. But she needed to do something for herself for once to make sure she was okay too. I get it now, I don't hate her.