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big shout out to that girl in the comedy audience 2nite who was like 'yeah i have a problem where my boyfriend is addicted to online poker' i screamed so loud in solidarity w u

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"Chocolate peanut butter cups are so good. I'd eat thousands if I could."

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Just ate a peach and some of the juice rolled down my chin.

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wishing you (and me) a calm and happy new year 💫

[zarnzarn]

The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.

But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.

When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.

"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.

"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"

"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."

Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"

"Did you sleep with my wife?"

The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.

Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.

Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-

"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"

"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."

Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"

Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."

"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.

"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"

Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"

"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."

And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.

This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.

"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."

Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-

"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."

Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.

Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"

"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.

Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.

This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.

"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.

"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."

"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.

Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.

"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.

"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."

Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.

For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.

"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"

Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"

"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.

Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"

"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.

Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."

"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.

"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.

"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"

"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.

"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.

"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"

"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"

"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-

"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"

"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"

Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."

"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"

Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.

Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.

"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.

"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.

"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.

"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.

"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.

"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.

Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.

"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.

[hellonearthtoday]

y'all they got me . I'm outsiders posting for real

Im not really into shipping yk I'm not about that life, but something about purly is actually crazy. like girl ................wait..... this is kind of interesting. dumb ass name tho

Shepard's are poc to me (afrolatino) because I kinda didn't know who they were for a bit and if you faceless to me you're poc until proven otherwise 😕 my bad I don't mean to 😕 I'm right though

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[aiscapades]

i hear amon pronounce the ou in your and i know that southern accent is fake

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[fantasyandshit]

The light and the dark

Type:series

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Part: 7/?

Other parts

Summary: it is decided the inner circle will take a trip to the day court to hopefully receive more answers

We sit at the table for breakfast, piling different assortments of delicious food onto our plates. Just as I put a scoop of egg on my plate, Rhysand speaks up, “So Yn, I spoke with Helion, a close friend of mine who is the high lord of the day court- he would like us to all go down to see him so he can get a closer look at your magic.”

I nod before he continues, “I would also like to know- Feyre told us you fought in underground rings and often did strength training back in the human lands” there’s a pause, me and my sisters all tensing up, “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in further training in combat with myself, Cassian, and Azriel? You are already quite the extraordinary fighter if you taking down Hyberns guards says anything but it never hurts for a bit more practice no?”

“I would love to, honestly I’ve been dying to train again, I miss it all very much.”

“Wait you-you enjoyed it?” I look over to Feyre who has confusion painted on her face.

“Well of course I did it to help us but Feyre I loved fighting, I loved the adrenaline and the feeling of being strong enough to beat others and get back up when I didn’t. Feyre, the fighting and physical activity- it helps me cool down, we all know I’m a hot head and this helps, and after? After I’m tired enough nothing stresses me anymore, I’m finally able to calm down from the whirlwind of life.”

I feel Rhysands claws at the back of my head- he knows there’s more and I let him see, shortly agter Feyres eyes get cloudy before she looks to me. “Yn. No, no you did not need to- you didn’t deserve. Why would you?”

“Hey, hey no- we aren’t about to get all sappy here.” I turn to Rhysand, “I want to train- but I also want to know more about what’s to come because I need to be prepared for what I’m guessing is about to become an all out war that I WILL be participating in.”

Rhysand simply nods before we continue eating, myself and Cassian making jokes to ease the tension. I can feel Ariel’s eyes on me the entire breakfast, I simply look over and give him a small smile before turning back to my plate as our shadow and light plays together around us.

In the end, it is decided we will go to the day court in two hours time, and myself and Azriel will stay for a total of four nights and three and a half days and leave the next morning.

I make my way up to my room, packing my bags and then deciding to shower and get clean before we leave.

———

We are winnowed to the day court fairly fast and I am amazed to say the least. The day court is absolutely gorgeous, bright and stunning in so many ways. As we make our way up the steps we are greeted by a dark skinned man who is just absolutely glowing, clad in a white almost robe of a garment that is just as gorgeous as him.

The male smirks at me as he takes my hand in his, kissing it as a greeting, “hello, you must be Yn. I’m Helion, it’s a pleasure to meet you. And may I just add you are absolutely stunning darling.” I can see Azriel tense up out of the corner of my eye but ignore it.

“Hello Helion, I’ve heard much about you, the pleasure is all mine really. And may I just say your court is gorgeous.”

A small chuckle leaves his lips, “well thank you. Now, why don’t we get straight to business? Follow me.”

Our group follows the high lord into an office space, filled with bookshelves and a window facing the most beautiful of views, in the middle of the room is a desk with papers stacked across it. “Now, I did some research and I found a few things of interest- Now, it is said the couldron brings out one’s most inner of forms- seeing as from what you tell me Yn was the warrior of her family, she was turned into one of a warrior race, it also shows who she is on the inside. Now with the light, it seems you are much like Azriel here- the opposite actually, you are what’s known as a light singer and just like our spy master here- you are the only one to exist in centuries. The reason for this being your power is unknown to me but I can tell you that it will work much the same to Azriels, you must gain control of the light, learn to speak to it and learn from them.” I nod along slowly, soaking in the information. “Now I’d like to take the time you and Azriel are here to really look more into you and your abilities, because truly I have never seen anything like you and you are quite intriguing if I say so myself.”

I nod a final time before we move to the next subject- the war. I take this moment to get as much information as possible, I was given very little but want to know as much as possible.

———

Heyyy guys, I am so so so sorry for how terrible at updates I’ve been. I have been having some serious writers block along with some mental health issues but I promise I’m working on it! I want to say that the tag list will be moved to be on this series’ masterlist instead of where it has been previously at the end of chapters. Lastly I want to give a little spoiler as a treat so you know some of the fun coming up- it’s simple really, there WILL be Lucien angst with Yn and Elain angst with Azriel.

Ok ok byeee now, thanks so much for reading and I love you all so much, thank you for the support!!

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#okay I AGGRESSIVELY do not want any attempts to fill out the Narnia timeline with prequels/sequels/interquels   #but this is a super funny take in general   #and just a wonderful thing to imagine

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More Narnia Thoughts on Uncle Andrew (the ultimate cringe fail villain man).

Okay new people who have recently followed me as I’ve (very bravely) been posting about other non-MBS fandoms. More Uncle Andrew thoughts.

As much as I’d like a Narnia spin off about his childhood, I’d also love to see him in a spin off about Digory’s life after Narnia, because Uncle Andrew goes to live with them after Digory’s mother gets better so that Aunt Letty can finally be relieved of the burden.

What on earth must that have been like for Digory?

The books say Uncle Andrew was too scared to try magic again, and became “nicer than ever before” but was still a bit of a creep and liked to talk up how hot Jadis was and how he totally had a chance (so we know he's still delusional).

But imagine what that was like for Digory (and Polly when she visited every summer).

They’re living this idyllic life with Digory’s wonderful parents in the estate they’ve inherited, and then at 3pm the man who ran unethical scientific experiments on them stumbles downstairs after sleeping in until the late afternoon to pour himself a glass of morning brandy muttering under his breath “a dem fine woman, shame about that temper” as he hobbles back upstairs. Polly visits Digory’s family for Christmas and Uncle Andrew is just… there. What would they even get him as a present besides brandy and cigars? I’d suggest a self-help book, but I think most of the advice would go over his head.

My point is: if someone ever wrote or made a tv or movie spin off about Digory and Polly after Magician’s Nephew and how Digory became the professor and what his life was like during those in between years, I would enjoy it, but it better include the comedic potential of Andrew in the background of every scene being an absolute disaster and human train wreck (even if he is no longer actively doing crime).

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Happy Pride Month 😭 I’ve been obsessed with Warrior Nun since it came out and I cry with it laugh with it love with it discovered with it and everything and I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR MY BEANS 😭 also this show made me realize that I was a lesbian, so you know, there’s that too 🩷🤍🧡

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Kitay: What are you doing?

Rin: Eating a family pack of chips

Kitay: That’s a normal pack, though

Rin: Any pack is a family pack when you’re an orphan.

Kitay: ...

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Today... (WxS's Version)

[diavolaangelica]

THIS absolutely!!!