#also he listens to this song on loop

[renonv]

Been meaning to draw them as Barbie and Ken 😭💖

[twisting-in-wonderland]

'Yuu!'

[jirachuuu]

Don’t even try to deny🙂‍↔️

We’re both going home satisfied🙂‍↕️,

let’s go for it just for the night🫣

[kendallcodedromangirl]

Kendall Roy / Ativan by Sufjan Stevens

[bbycutz]

I go hungry every night

Not this time around

[tiktaaliker]

why is it always liars and ball games when i turn on the television

[emily-mooon]

If Stranger Things took place in the 90’s, Jonathan would be a Radiohead fan and his vecna song would be Creep

[dittydipity]

looking at the lyrics of color your night and seeing the ryomina of it all..............

it's about someone experiencing the things you already know for the first time. it's about having your perspective of the things in your life become dulled and indifferent through familiarity but get brightened by seeing someone else's eyes sparkling at the sight of the same things. it's about seeing the joys of the small things again through the eyes of another.

it's about having your life colored in by learning to live!!!!!

[vampthropologist]

"Alright, Alright, It's a hell of a feeling though!"

My 69th song of the list this year. You heard that right. P!atD was one of my childhood bands. Requested by @galaxyempire-lilith

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Took big inspiration from the lyrics and those pinterest images of young adults/teens in shopping carts in empty parking lots.

[squishosaur]

not everything will be rewarded, even time and money can be wasted; someday everything will fade into the past— still, i sing because i was born here. // 生きるよすが

[doodlebug-aboo]

me, every 2-3 months: NateWantsToBattle they could never make me hate you!!!!! *listens to his entire discography on repeat*

[handsomethrowrug]

Tacari, as a youth... He was a curious combination of things. Social but anti-social, friendly but awkward, open but closed.

He was the younger twin, somewhat of a miracle considering how common it is for royals to have one cub at a time. He was named to be a warrior, someone who would be brave and able to show courage to inspire others.

His mother taught him to hunt, how to bide your time and wait for the right moment to strike. She showed him the ways to keep hidden and how to keep yourself out of danger. One did not need to charge straight into a rampaging elephant, after all.

He was often left out of the "king lessons" between his father and his brother, and thus several misconceptions about what a king could do formed. He never took the time to learn the truth and try to better himself.

This, however, was not some malicious act. His father was an older lion, fearful that something might happen to prevent him from helping his eldest son prepare for the throne. In time, he saw the error of his ways and began to take Tacari out for individual lessons.

His father taught him patience, how to wait and listen. Wanting something done fast did not mean it would do well after the fact. His father noticed how Tacari was smart, and would encourage this trait in his younger son. Take the time to examine a situation and find the best solution, or seek further advice if needed.

A king was someone who had the final say, who others needed to listen to in order to gain insight.

When spending time with others, how he behaved varied, purely because he didn't see his own positive traits. Tacari always compared himself to his brother, and so he never saw how others liked his dramatic flairs, or his wit. He didn't realise how others would egg him on to tell stories because he had the best way to draw other animals in.

[jonathanbyersphd]

No bc Nancy would be like "Everyone wants him that was my crime"

And the everyone in question is like maybe two girls who Jonathan doesn't even know exist

[kendallcodedromangirl]

Roman Roy / Logan Roy / 13 Beaches by Lana Del Rey

[wren-kitchens]

how long has it been?

1218 words

despite it all, however, i will not claim that there is anything more akin to a child than the wonder for the world, and the terror for the unknown. gods have little that is unknown to them, undoubtedly due to how easily they may procure information from mortals or prophets or other immortals, and so most of their childish nature tends to stem from awe. but what could be more unknown to an immortal than death?

hi i saw this art by @nikoisme and wrote this in like an hour

cw: discussions of grief and death!

there is nothing childish about the gods—it is almost entirely against their nature, after all. hermes was thieving cattle mere hours after his birth, as artemis made demands of what she wished to rule over in her first years of life. athena never even had a childhood; born fully grown and armoured from zeus' skull, ready to become the goddess of wisdom and war. the first gods, of course, were born and subsequently eaten in very short succession, and so when they once again emerged from kronos' guts, they were adults in all respects. 

and yet, there is something so incredibly childlike about how the immortals traverse through the world—creating mortals for their amusement only to throw tantrums once they are not exactly as they wished them to be; singlemindedly pursuing something one moment, and once they have been satisfied, they forget it the next. the demands of offerings and prayers and respect, lest the unfortunate mortals meet the wrath of whomever they have insulted with their lack of devotion- or sometimes their misguided devotion to a rival god.

despite it all, however, i will not claim that there is anything more akin to a child than the wonder for the world, and the terror for the unknown. gods have little that is unknown to them, undoubtedly due to how easily they may procure information from mortals or prophets or other immortals, and so most of their childish nature tends to stem from awe. 

but what could be more unknown to an immortal than death?

the goddess of war and strategy knows of death. she knows that many soldiers must be lost to win a battle, no matter how one tries to minimise the damage; she knows the carelessness of mortals so often leads to loss where loss did not have to be; she knows that look of blankness that passes over faces when the spear finds its target, or when the healing does not work. athena knows death.

she did not.. know grief. 

she didn’t know how often she would think of something to say to him, only to remember he was long gone; she didn’t know the way it never truly felt like it actually transpired- like she would turn around and see him waking up the hill to greet her; she didn't know how.. lost she would feel. as if someone had hidden a part of her just out of reach, just out of view. 

it had to come, eventually—athena knew this in the rational way everyone knows of death. it never felt as though it would.

the second hermes arrived, she knew. he was solemn in the way he only is when he accompanies souls into the land of the dead, looking at her with that dreadful knowledge in his eyes, and a kind of apprehension that she did not truly understand until long after. he had seen her furious, and joyous, and frustrated, and pleased. he had never seen her in the kind of agony that odysseus' death had brought. 

without so much as a word between them, ares took on some of the most pressing responsibilities of athena's. by then, she hadn't even had time to neglect them before he stepped in. she supposes now that he has been in her position before—whilst she is the goddess of strategy, he takes on the brunt of war. death is not an unusual sight for him, and neither must be grief. 

telemachus had long since sailed to egypt, but began his journey back once hermes visited him with the terrible news. athena could not bring herself to say it aloud, for fear of making it permanent—not that she told hermes this. regardless, she's fairly certain he knew anyway. penelope passed not so long after, and athena has never felt more guilt than how little support she was able to offer telemachus in those first few days in the empty palace.

for reasons she neither knows nor bothers to find out, apollo made a brief visit to telemachus. he told him.. he was living in the world where the best outcomes had come to pass, and that he would find solace in the years he was able to spend with his father and mother, as they truly were—whatever that was supposed to indicate. athena found no hope in those words, but telemachus seemed to at least. perhaps he had seen something athena had not. 

a year passed. and then another. telemachus settled into his new role as king of ithaca, flanked by his husband—they just so happened to meet under an olive tree. athena would like to claim credit, but in truth, she had no sway over the situation. she has since decided it is that foolish thing mortals call 'fate'. they have a child- a young girl with all of odysseus and telemachus' wildness and love of adventure, and penelope's levelheaded stubbornness, and those brains that athena still cannot tell from who they come. she loves archery, and the sea, and she visits the graves of her grandparents almost every day, along with her fathers.

athena continues to sit above them, in the olive tree telemachus planted, as an owl. she wants to pretend that telemachus has no idea it is her, and that her disguise remains infallible, but he talks of when they first met and how, even though they have not spoken for a decade since he set sail for egypt, the wisdom goddess still guides him every day. he gives the owl a smile every time he departs, and athena wishes she had the strength to speak to him. 

"he is not lost." hermes says one day, perching precariously below her on a spindly little branch that, if he were not a god, would undoubtedly snap beneath his weight. 

athena doesn’t speak. she isn't quite sure what she would even say—if he is not lost, she is scylla. 

hermes seems to understand what her silence indicates. "souls never leave, you see. the underworld feels impenetrable for us who will never leave this realm, but.. he is still there."

"i see no point to this visit." athena says shortly, and hermes looks sickeningly sympathetic. "i know this already."

a beat. the leaves rustle softly as a light breeze sweeps across the landscape. 

"i see him sometimes." hermes finally says, a touch of melancholy to his tone. "i am not to visit too often, but. i see him."

it's as if athena's breath is caught in her throat. "and?"

hermes smiles. "he is happy. i have told him of telemachus and his new family, and he is proud." he pauses, as if considering what next to say—which is truly a novel experience for the trickster god. "he says he has one regret."

"i would imagine he has many more." athena says to the gravestone, ever so slightly humorous.

"that is exactly what i told him." hermes grins. "no, he said very specifically. all his men, he has seen once more. his mother, penelope, even telemachus will not be lost to him." hermes looks at athena. "he says he misses you."

for a moment, athena forgets how to breathe. "i miss him too." it's a whisper of a sentence, almost lost entirely to the gentle breeze. but hermes hears. 

"i will let him know."

[sexynetra]

Thanks for tagging me @myhusbandharryhamilton and @aqpippin love you both mwah mwah

shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people ✨

Okay I have no clue who has been tagged already so if you’ve already done this I’m sorry xoxoxox I love you all @inespadrille @sapphire-to-the-rain @thecollectionsof @junosjukebox @scrunklyshinyguy @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney @glittertrail @goodemethyd @sweetestberryofthebunch @la-grande-dames