#and the sun never goes down

[stemroses]

… I’m rocking a sweatshirt and wishing for winter to return.

I'm genuinely curious, I don't wear sunscreen unless I'm gonna be in the sun all day or I just put some on my tattoos

Also like throw in the tags what you call it because I know it's one of those things that changes depending on where you grew up

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[freaky-wasatch-range]

"mormonism is american exceptionalism" has gotta be my least favorite anti-mormon take out there like you could talk about literally anything and THAT'S what you're going with????????? like you can talk about our weird relationship with manifest destiny and colonisation (extremely valid talking points!!!!!!) but to act like some kind of specific allegiance to the united states as an institution is inherent to our doctrine is so..... silence......

[skelelephant]

hello can anybody hear me hello. for the love of god hello

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

this song and whatever the fuck is going on with chip and the abyss

[tillman]

very normal meat ball images hes fineeeee hes fine.

[itspileofgoodthings]

have had a bit of my crash after flying too close to the sun this past week and you know what, it’s very annoying and also very good for me in a stabilizing way.

[noctomania]

See, part of my issue with socializing is I am a very particular person.

And the particular type of people I would get along with are also particular people.

And we're all so fed up with everyone else that we all stay home.

So I cannot find them.

[seventh-district]

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[sun-marie]

Had to go digging around to find this old relic on the left, but I saw @glamfellens do this and thought it would be fun!

5 years of art improvement, from 2018 -> 2023 ✨

[perenlop]

terribly sorry for progressively getting more and more annoyed and tired with jn. this show kinda gets a lot more exhausting on a rewatch when you know its not going to get better

[spectralscathath]

"For someone who heals up by sleeping, you really don't do enough of it, Oniichan."

Touya's not so content to spend his nights in a box when there's a whole world to wander (and an annoying little brother to deal with).

[dullahandyke]

U know ur in a funk when ur listening to glad you came

[softquietsteadylove]

What if the episode of Thenas Mahd Wy‘ry was stronger this time? Gil fighting her and trying to calm her down for many hours? What if Thena wakes up the next day and sees Gil laying and still sleeping beside her, very exhausted and injured. But as soon as she touches one of the deepest wound on his arm his eyes opens but he can’t move because he is sore, exhausted and in pain but trying not to show it to Thena? Her taking care of him and his wounds and him apologizing.

Give us your best hurt,comfort and soft thenamesh :)

Gil pried his eyes open, even that causing a certain amount of ache in him. His bones felt like they were screaming, his skin was on fire from head to toe. He half expected to be faced with the merciless Australian sun, but he was under some sort of canvas. He did his best to look around him, finding a lot more than just barren wasteland around him.

There was a canvas tied over him, to protect him from the sun, not that he could get a sunburn anyway. A linen sheet was thrown over him and there were a few vessels of water sitting around him in no particular arrangement.

They had only gotten the house built recently. They weren't exactly rich in supplies.

"Don't move."

Thena padded over to him, her feet bare in the sand and her hair billowing around her shoulders in the breeze. Her dress danced around her ankles, although it had a few more rips and tears in it from their fight.

She knelt down beside him, holding yet another mug of water in her hands. She leaned over to get a better look at him. She was frowning.

"Hey," he smiled at her, although even that took some effort on his part. He couldn't believe how sore he was--how exhausted he felt. This fight must have really done a number on him.

He could remember it starting like always, him and Thena fighting it out as her eyes washed over. It was a fierce one this time, he recalled. He didn't know what had set her off, but she was as deadly as always. It had taken hours, he knew that. It was much like the fight they had endured when first arriving on this continent.

Thena was silent, as he might have expected. She had never been a talker, and Mahd Wy'ry didn't exactly encourage her to start voicing her feelings.

Gil sighed as she helped tip his head up, letting him lap up just a little water at a time. She laid him down again, and he mustered the energy to turn his head. "How long have I been out here?"

He could practically see Thena trying to force the words out. Sometimes it took a little nudge for them to form properly. He just missed her voice.

Thena looked around, counting the cups she had left beside him instead of bringing back to the house with her. Her lip wobbled faintly before getting out, "four...almost."

Three days he had laid out here. Three days Thena had been caring for him out here, drained of strength and energy just as much as he was, if not moreso. He looked at her again, seeing that anguished expression that came over her after every episode of Mahdness.

His hand felt like it weighed too much for even him, but as soon as it so much as twitched Thena picked it up in hers, eager to see to his every want and need. He smiled, "you been taking care of me?"

She nodded. Her hands tightened around his. "I did this."

"Hey," Gil frowned, but her tears took to the air and hit his skin like rain. He missed the rain.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking down at him as if he were already lying in his grave and she had been the one to put him there. This had happened a few times since Tenochtitlan, and their departure henceforth.

He knew it was hard on her. Not just whatever the condition itself made her endure, but he knew that it was hard on her to fight him--to see him like this, by her own doing. He couldn't imagine it. If he woke up from a sleep and discovered that Thena was hurt because of him?

He would rather Arishem just take him away.

"Hey," Gil whispered again, pulling her down to him by letting his hand become heavy again. She leaned over him, her head resting on his chest as she truly and genuinely wept. He moved his other hand to her back, holding her as best he could. His poor Thena. "It's not your fault."

"It is," she whispered again, only because she didn't have the breath to scream. Her hand grasped a handful of his shirt, clenching it desperately.

"Well," Gil paused, rubbing her back. He wasn't going to just lie to her about it. "That doesn't mean you have to cry over it."

Thena at least lifted her head and looked at him. He wouldn't have blamed her for giving him the look she always gave him when he told a particularly silly joke. But she shook her head at him, "it seems all I am able to do for you in this state."

Gil brought his hand up to her cheek in a newfound wave of energy. She held it with her own to support him. "That's not true. I mean, look around."

Thena's eyes dropped again, her other hand still on his chest, "felled by me, you mean?"

"No," he chuckled, determined to wipe that worried look off her face. "I mean look at what you've done for me here."

"You brought all this from the house, right? You didn't have the strength to carry me inside so you set this up, for the sun, and the wind? And you brought me all these cups of water to keep my strength up."

He could imagine her, dragging her heavy feet back and forth and back and forth. Bringing things from the house as needed just for him.

Thena's eyes changed slightly, but he took it as a good sign. "You do so much."

For her--he did so much for her, was what she was saying. She was thinking about how he would care for her after an episode. He would carry her back to bed, or perhaps in front of the fire, let her sleep it off. Sometimes in his arms, if she was still particularly fragile. He would cook her things that were gentle on her stomach and braid her hair for her.

"I'd do it again," he was quick to assert as Thena leaned away from him. He wanted to pull her back to him, to have her settle against his side again. But she tugged up the sleeve of his shirt, then checked his ribs, then prodded his thigh. He groaned as she tested the worst of his sensitivities. "Easy, Sweetheart."

Thena breezed right over the endearment, leaving his clothes rumpled. She turned, still crouched, having to gather a little strength in order to stand properly and make the short trip back to the house.

He was right, she had no more strength than he did after their fight.

She returned with yet another thing of water, but he saw the steam coming off of it. It was boiled. She dropped to the ground beside him again, holding the scalding hot clay in her palms. "It will sting."

And it did. Gil hissed as she poured the boiling hot water over his cuts and wounds. Even if they were made with Cosmic Energy instead of human steel, they were still cuts, and they had to be cleaned. Ajak wasn't here to heal them.

Gil's eyes shot open as he heard the ripping of cloth. He looked over at Thena, but blushed to find her tearing the skirt of her dress apart. He looked back at the sky in favour of the length of long, pale leg staring him in the face. "You don't have to."

Thena ignored him again, using the linen of her dress to wrap around his wounds in place of any real bandages. They really did need supplies--and new clothes, now.

Gil sighed as she wrapped another scrap around the wound on his thigh. Maybe it was for the best to get her out of the dress she had been wearing since Tenochtitlan. He would go out and find her something new--something lighter, for the hot weather, here. Something pale and pretty, just like her.

Thena, now with her knees exposed to the sun, folded them under her and laid over his chest again. "Better."

He nodded, moving his hand to her back again. "We should get you inside."

Thena shook her head before burying herself away from the sun in his chest. "Rest. Here."

"Okay," he sighed, his eyes also falling shut again. Maybe when he woke up again he would have the strength to move them both inside. "Just for a little while."

Thena sighed, all but purring, leaning over him, half seated on the ground beside him and half laid over top of him. She gripped his shirt in her hands, as if scared he could vanish if she didn't. "Just for a little while."

[steamdragon1]

Does the Tugs ending theme make you feel every emotion know to mankind or should I go to therapy

[knowlesian]

one of the best things about spotify wrapped is the moment when a song you had on repeat six months ago pops up and you fall down the musical hyperfixation rabbit hole once more