#and in the distance there was music

[daydreamdoodles]

Can't stop thinking about my friends being like "yeah we can go on a hike or something" when I brought up doing something for summer solstice. Like besties, it's the peak of summer and probably gonna be hotter than satan's tits.

I'm personally content with being in a pool and eating popsicles all day

[maibeloved]

My Heart’s Descent

[oh-kays-stuff]

the first human spectre, the shadow broker and an admiral walk into a bar...

[liara's side eye wip]

[traumweberinn]

I swear I drew this before I watched the video with sound, just a coincidence

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Odysseus getting off Calypso’s island is like. The saddest, most pitiable thing I have ever read. 

He sails for 17 days on his homemade raft until land is in sight. then Poseidon notices him and sends a massive storm so Odysseus falls off his raft and almost drowns before catching it again it again. he clings to it for hours before a sea goddess finds him, tell him to strip naked, and swim for the land. but Ody thinks “wouldn’t be the first time a god lied to me for kicks” and hangs onto the raft until it breaks apart. then he strips naked and swims for the land for three days, only reaching it because Athena got involved. but when he finally gets close to the shore, he realises it’s all cliff. there’s nowhere for him to get out of the water. then the waves nearly dash him against the rocks, but he manages to grab an outcropping and not die that way. but then he’s torn from the rocks by another waves and rips open his hands. at that point he starts swimming around the the island to find somewhere he can get on land, and then he eventually finds a river he can swim into. he begs the river god to not kill him and the river god helps him out. and then he crawls into a bush and falls asleep 

and when he finally wakes up, he panics a bunch of girls who were washing clothes nearby because he looks like a drowned rat. only one of the girls is calm enough for him to talk to (Homer’s vague on the age but I’d guess she’s about 14), and facing her, Ody’s only thought is ‘should I beg for help at her feet, or beg for help from a distance?’

[primal-con]

Wanted to draw robots again so I’m going back to my roots

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Traverse Town

[nobeerreviews]

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

-- Conrad Aiken

(Mamaia, Romania)

[mishacakes]

Someone's gotta put Tomiko on the wiki honestly. And I think she herself is the man for the job

hackercat

[villainesses]

you look happy to meet me

Eleanor Parker, Christopher Plummer, and Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music (1965)

[crescent-rolls4]

[etinceelle]

I don't think I ever posted these artworks, but I drew them for gabrpulcinelli's (on Twitter) EP Ponpoko In The Distance, Seasonal Views ! It came out in march, I made Yui-chan visuals for her monologues and the summer song. It was very cool to work on this ♥

[the-siren-in-your-fridge]

Damn those pilots can sure twenty one!

[little-cereal-draws]

Hc that Polites has a massive squish (platonic crush) on Odysseus

a follow up to this post, this post, and this post. you don't need to read them to understand this post tho

It's difficult to explain because in a lot of ways it feels a lot like a romantic crush but it's not. He spent a few years when they were younger debating if what he was feeling was romantic or not but when he saw how Odysseus and Penelope acted, he knew that wasn't right. He had all the same intensity and the longing that they had but he just wanted to hang out, nothing more. It's a weird thing, to be laying in bed, kicking your feet, and giggling with joy like you've got a crush because you spent all day with your bestie but know that you never want it to go any further than that.

Admittedly, he was jealous when Odysseus was falling in love with Penelope. Who did this girl think she was?? Sure, she was smart, pretty, and talented but what about him? He had known Odysseus almost for their entire lives, did that mean nothing to him? Why would he not want to spend time with Polites in favor of this random girl he didn't even know existed until a few months ago??? It didn't make any sense. He was bitter and angry; he wanted to take it out on Odysseus by acting distant and closed off but he couldn't do it. He thought if he acted like he had other people he'd rather hang out with then Odysseus would realize what he was missing. But every time he came by, it felt so much better to let all the giddy affection that buzzed in his heart out. Polites found he didn't care one way or the other about Penelope when Odysseus was talking to him.

By the time Odysseus and Penelope got married, he had made peace with it. Penelope might be Odysseus' first choice now but that didn't mean that he would stop hanging out with Polites entirely. Seeing Odysseus' blinding smile as he celebrated with his new wife made everything worth it. If Penelope made him happy, Polites could be happy for him too. He finally stumbled home from the festivities feeling warm and content.

When Telemachus was born, it rekindled an aspect of his relationship with Odysseus that had been forgotten lately. His friend was stressed, sleep deprived, and bursting with love for his tiny son. Polites would let him lean on his shoulder while he rambled incoherently about how amazed he was that such a small person could fit so much poop in him. It melted Polites' heart that his friend felt so comfortable with him; that he would press into his side, half asleep, and finally let himself relax. Odysseus had always been very tactile in showing his affection for people, but it had been reserved more for Penelope lately. Polites' heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

They sailed to Troy and the war slowly, very slowly, began. They stopped spending as much time together -Odysseus was needed by the kings- and as the years dragged on, Polites thought he had finally gotten over his feelings. The ones that Odysseus would unknowingly entertain but never understood the full depth of. When he laid in his tent at night and thought of his friend, no strong feelings came. Just two friends who enjoyed each other's company a normal amount. Honestly, he was fine with this. Odysseus wouldn't shut up about how much he missed Penelope even though Polites was right there with him and the unrequited yearning was starting to grow old. No matter how close they were or how much time they spent together, Odysseus would never return the level of feeling that Polites had for him.

After the ambush of Troy, the whole camp spent a night celebrating before they packed up to finally go back home. People were drinking, singing, making sacrifices to the gods, and admiring their new treasures. Everyone was having a good time- except Odysseus. He stumbled into Polites' tent and collapsed to his knees. Polites was by his side in an instant, pulling him into his arms so he wouldn't completely fall. His friend sobbed and sobbed as Polites gently rocked him back and forth. He didn't know where this had come from, not a single man under Odysseus' command had died, but he would spend as long as he needed to comforting his friend. Odysseus eventually cried himself to sleep, still in his armor and still in his arms. As Polites gently laid him down on his mat, his heart gave another kick of longing. It startled him -he thought he was over this- but when Odysseus refused to let go of his hand, even in sleep, he decided that he was more than happy to get pulled back in headfirst.

They start the trip back home. Time was running out until Odysseus is distracted by Penelope again. If Polites ever wanted Odysseus to feel the same way about him, he needed to do something now. But he wasn't sure what to do; he didn't want to do anything besides what they're already doing. Hanging out, talking, teasing each other, etc. He jumped at the chance to explore the island alone with him and to cheer him up. He was still not sure why Odysseus was upset but if he could help him... then maybe that'll be the thing that finally get Odysseus to return his feelings. It's a long shot but he had to try. And if not, then he still got to spend a day with his friend, making him feel better.

The club came from above and Polites didn't see the shadow until it was too late. There was a split second of wind in his hair. Then pain. So much pain. He was sure his ribs were piercing through his lungs. He doesn't remember calling out for Odysseus. He doesn't remember reaching out for him either. He only remembers the look of terror on his friend's face and the tears already pouring down his cheeks.

[nostalgicfun]

No there's no rhyme or reason to why these songs are on the poll other than I'm scrolling through my summer playlist on my iPod

There will be more, I'm not intentionally excluding XYZ song :)

Tell the reason why you picked the song you did in the tags!