#and he is quite low

[solarwreathe]

twigs tries ganonmaxxing

i've been debating giving him yiga-related tattoos. would it suit him?

[twinstxrs]

so much happened in this whole episode but i’m still on fig infiltrating ruben’s dream, making it look like the place where his friend was murdered, and then disguising herself as kipperlilly & repeatedly saying different variants of “somebody needs to take the fall for this, and it’s not going to be me. it’s going to be you.” while adaine as the elven oracle shows up next to her. can you imagine waking up from that, the idea of a horrible truth being pinned on you by your friend to save her own skin while the personification of fate and destiny stands there, almost as a promise that this is GOING to happen to you. we don’t even know if this kid is guilty. my god.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[merrysithmas]

when ppl see this & this, directed by the same person, and think the narrative is "anakin is evil" not "anakin is a steward of the balance, a force demi god, as was foretold on Mortis" 😂

[sad-trekkie-life]

Me: I love all of the TOS trio individually.

Me: How can I have a fave, when they are all equally amazing.

Me: They can’t be separated.

My Star Trek Pinterest board:

50 pins of Kirk, 50 pins of Spock, 165 pins of Leonard McCoy.

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[seagull-scribbles]

Singing in the rain ☔️

@swine-designs is hosting a huskerdust DTIYS for their birthday, but seeing as it is ALSO my birthday and I love drawing Husk, I had to enter 💕

[cuntmand]

[mwppp]

i love lie low at lupin’s because what! am i suppose to believe that remus had two bedrooms! no!! there was one bed! i know it! everyone knows it! and now there’s implications there’s scenarios! theres healing and there’s sharing the bed in the middle of summer! the middle of summer!

[meatiors]

Foxes lineup but somethings a bit different 🤔

[faelapis]

journey to bethlehem SLAPS. it is so fucking extra. its so "high school musical but 5% more religious" that i genuinely had to double-check to make sure kenny ortega had nothing to do with it.

[fantastic-nonsense]

thinking about Phil Jimenez saying that Nightwing is the soul and linchpin of the DCU again tonight

[akkivee]

they were giving power couple vibes in the hypkari battle lol

[benevolenterrancy]

If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to see JGY with a black mamba. Very venomous nervous attacker and JGY. Match made in heaven (or hell, depending on who you are)

an honest shame that NMJ failed to spot the threat display for what it was

[cent-scratchnsniff]

here together

[gingermintpepper]

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about lineage curses.

The line of Ouranos is infested with curses - generational malice that's sunk its claws in deep and cannot be cleansed. I think of it as a curse of love - an affliction that is something like a paternal equivalent to postpartum depression - the men of the line of Ouranos were, for a time, unable to bond with their children. Ouranos himself adored his wife but despised his children from the moment they were born. It was disgust perhaps. Or maybe plain fear. Or maybe there was no reason but a deep wrongfulness that he could only attribute to the birth of his new children. But he hated them and his hatred bred hatred. His hatred bred Kronos.

Kronos oddly, is the spitting image of his father. Why he would so exactly resemble the father he despised, who knows, but he married a goddess of the earth - the mirror image of his mother - he loved his wife and his people - the mirror image of his father - and, like that father, all his kindness and good sense died the moment he became a father. What was it about Ouranos' blood that made Kronos mimic even the method of torment? To lock his children away in the dark, cold emptiness of his stomach. To feed them the same doubts and fears that his brothers were fed as babes? What anguish paranoia must be to turn the Golden King into a shaking, spitting beast.

That, then, is the fate written deep in the blood of Zeus. Great king, destined to be overthrown by his children. Great king, doomed to live in fear of the son that would rend him limb from limb and scatter his sex to the ravens. Ah, but what is Zeus if not an enigma. That strange child fed on goat's manna and raised by his mother - is that the difference? That Zeus alone was showered in the hopes and dreams of his mother - that his father was nothing but a target to kill, an opponent for him to conquer. Is that why his curse of love mutated not to encompass his children but his lovers? What other name is there for he who eats his wife to gain her wisdom? What other name but cursed is he who pursues the stars until she becomes dead ground? And when he has a child who is his spitting image, dark eyed and blood-heeled, what can he do but hate?

(Zeus, at least, battles the demons in his blood on his own. Maybe that is the mother in him. Maybe that is why he swallowed Metis while she was still rich with their child. Maybe swallowing a mother restored that missing paternal hole all his father's line had simply been made without. Maybe that's what he tells himself when he looks upon his children and knows he's made things different for them, no matter how much he dreams of keeping them locked in a cool, dark place, pretty in display cases just for him. Maybe that's just his father in him.)