#and then the table was too empty—

[kimkaelyn]

“ Dusk is stretching out over the city when he reappears at the studio door a couple of weeks later, suddenly and so silently that it takes you several moments to realize someone is standing there, on the other side of the glass, staring— ”

Inspired by Something (Just Like This) by @ofmermaidstories

[evegoldenwoods]

I didn't think you had any time for gods, Pickman.

I have a soft spot for the Lady of the Broken Wheel. People used to pray to her on the train.

Hoping she'd save them, I suppose. Did it ever work?

No. That's her point. If you want to see the wheel broken, you have to do it yourself.

[potatosonnet]

In the Land of the Dead

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My endless gratitude goes to @pilferingapples !! Thank you so much for shedding light on the characterization of Bahorel and checking his line. 🙏😳

[funsize-cenobites]

I just find it so interesting how over and over and over again Oda shows us how food and the act of preparing and sharing it with others, the act of feeding another, acts as a representation of love and care and good will

Then chose to show us that Mihawk not only fed Zoro and Perona on Kuraigana but made that food with his own hands, hell, it shows us how he grew that food with his own hands.

And people still insist he doesn't care at all past Zoro's potential. Ok.

I just mean.. Oda could've not shown us that. He could've just shown us harshness. Cruelty. Even just pure indifference past Mihawk's teaching. He could've shown us the highlights of Zoro's training and hijinks between Zoro and Perona and absolutely nothing else. But he didn't. He put that in.

And I think it fits. Mihawk is a man of few words, even fewer words he actually means at face value- preferring to keep his heart cards close to his chest while using words and rudeness and apathy to push others away; gathering information rather than allowing others to gain much understanding of him. But hes also a man who once he decides to do something, he does it. To the letter. In the words of Charles Winchester III: He does one thing, he does it well, then he moves on.

He decided to care about for them.

He did it to the best of his ability.

Then he let them go.

Except... I don't think he's finding that last part as easy to do as he once might have. (*Stares pointedly at how achingly lonesome and soft?? the framing of his Cross Guild invitation scene was*)

[rambling-fool]

Slay the princess - IN STARS AND TIME crossover

Spoilers.

When sif and Mira get beamed to meet the change god, instead of a blank void, they are on a path in the woods. At the end of that path is a cabin, and in the basement of the cabin there is a princess. You're here to slay her.

Mira recognizes the change god as soon as she sees her

[fantasykiri5]

On today’s episode of drawing my OC in gay little outfits, I listened to Copacabana 80,000,000 times

[laviejaguardia]

Thinking about kid Syd and kid Carmy spending an afternoon neither of them remember anymore playing under the tables of The Beef

[randomwriteronline]

"Come dance with us, Takanuva," Kopaka says.

Takanuva startles: his eyes fall on the Toa before him for a moment before turning again to the Ko-Matoran festivities. Further away from them Nuju looks thoughtful.

"I never learned any Ko-Koro dances," he replies, quietly, sheepishly.

"They can be taught," Kopaka just says without batting an eye, his welcoming hand extended.

It's familiarly cold when Takanuva accepts it.

He is pulled to his feet, but does not yet join the celebrations. His brother takes him a little to the side so their slowness won't be bothersome to those much more confident in their dancing.

"Your right arm," Kopaka instructs, showing him the right movement; Takanuva mirrors him. The Toa of Ice's gaze turns half-lid. "Right arm."

The Toa of Light looks down.

He quickly changes limb.

His brother nods.

Ko-Koro dances are rhythmic, harsh, heavy, powerful, Takanuva finds out as he follows along - like breaking ice into enormous blocks: motions that in Onu-Koro are lighter become heavy enough to sink in the snow, strikes that in Ta-Koro are faster turn slower to build up momentum, swings that in Po-Koro are more calculated appear sharp enough to cut through stone; they maintain a certain minute grace despite it, like certain Le-Koro leaps or the ways they move their hands in Ga-Koro, and the Toa of Light tries his best to imitate it. The songs they dance to are instead thin and crystalline despite the strict pronunciation of their dialect, their pitch high and strong like wind through the icicles as the Matoran circle the bonfire.

The warm glow flicks across the spectacled white mask with a brilliant flicker, and as Takanuva watches it entranced a thought runs through him - are Ice and Light not the same element?

"Very well," Kopaka praises gently, "Very well."

He fixes his eyes on Takanuva and sees him.

It stuns the younger Toa when he realizes it, just for a second: he sees him. He doesn't see through him, past him, before him, he just sees him - he sees Takua, he sees Takanuva, when it would be so easy to superimpose someone else on him, someone whose armor was also grey and white, who was not quite as he seemed, who was much more than what he seemed, if one in a way so different from the other.

(But was it so different, in the end?)

"Very well," Kopaka repeats with the voice he has when he smiles without showing it.

Takanuva straightens his spine.

Nuju breaks their concentration, chittering and chirping and clawing at the air: Kopaka nods, whistles something that sounds in intention like 'coming, Turaga', and kindly pushes his brother among the cheering Matoran who welcome him without questioning his presence as another song commences and with it another dance.

Takanuva stumbles, unsure. Kopeke pulls his arm and shows him how to start before his Ice brother can do so himself; Ehrye yells out the chorus to the song, to teach it to him, but he messes up a line or two in his hurry before he gets it right, and so it has to start again.

Kopaka sings, too. His voice is powerful, rolling out of him like an avalanche.

Takanuva just listens at first, dancing as best as he can, slowly forgetting to look at his feet and arms and starting to have fun. He meets Nuju's eyes: the Turaga smiles calmly, content.

He starts off murmuring the chorus so softly that he can barely hear himself, volume rising slowly with each repeat; at last he's bellowing it out, syllables a little wrong but voice clear, by his brother's side, dancing just like him, singing just like him, in a crowd of whites and azures and greys that reflect the bonfire's shining light into a thousand stars like quartz prisms, until his throat feels sore and he's stumbling and laughing while holding onto the Toa of Ice's arms breathless and so very happy.

"You're a good dancer, Takanuva," Kopaka smiles at him.

"Thank you, brother," Takanuva replies, and among the dozens of things he is thanking him for on the forefront are welcoming him in his loneliness, and seeing him.

[karaspal]

man, kara's apartment used to be so bright and beautiful and full of life. it used to reflect her personality and interests. look.

final crisis #3

and she used to have a bunch of other apartments all around the world. she'd decorate them to her liking and use them as secret bases. this one bellow is in paris.

kara didn't even have to put this much effort into them, yet she took the time to make them feel cozy.

action comics #881

which brings us to kara's current home. it's so sad and empty. i just, i hate it.

supergirl special #1

this apartment is so minimalistic. it feels cold. like no love was put into decorating it. like a phantom is living in it, with no real hobbies and interests. just existing. where are kara’s art supplies? in a way, it reflects the state of current!kara's personal life. we've barely seen her out of her costume. we've seen two panels of how her life is going. for us, her civilian life is stuck in a limbo. and this is perfectly reflected in the empty apartment she lives in.

but in kara's universe, her life is still going. she's going on dates, she has a job. she’s not just staring at the void any time supergirl is not needed. she has things to do. that comics was an opportunity to show us kara's personal life is still going strong. that her loft is well-lived in. that kara puts effort into making this small apartment her home. that kara puts effort into making earth her home. it's such a wasted opportunity. hopefully, one day, kara will get the warm apartment and civilian life she deserves.

[spearxwind]

Honestly i Get It now i do get why people build things constantly

[spaceyeehaw101]

GHOST STANTZ AU WHO'S WITH ME??

[mxwhore]

learned a very valuable lesson today

[disasterpenguin]

Anyways Dean loved Cas too, the song Watchin' Over Me proves it 😤

[dnangelic]

the hollow nonviolence but nevertheless heavily palpable longing and empty vastness of daisuke's heart. post

[anglerflsh]

favorite line of les mis?

Surprisingly, it isn't from the songs I listen to most, but as a history enjoyer ( <- man who will need a moment when thinking about the efforts thousands put into revolutionary actions that ultimately did not accomplish the ideals they started with):

[blujayonthewing]

BBEG, doing a little straight-from-the-DM exposition: so, my whole deal is that I, Calla, was cursed by the goddess Suni, and now I'm seeking my vengeance upon her; I'm going to destroy her, because I hate her

limerick, the literal next session, explaining what we know so far to an NPC: we saw Calla again, she's been reborn somehow-- and also we learned her True Name, which is Suni

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