#big weenie

[dead-n-cide]

TODAY'S ANTHEM #426

[worldwidenoise]

hiding from yourself

[blood-starved-beast]

Interesting phenomenon about Nemesis and her fandom reception is that people are going all over her for being a hot mean woman but few acknowledge how much of a loser she is

And I don't necessarily mean it in a tsundere sort of way but in the way that she is completed and utterly constipated in how she engages her relationships. Trying to admit to liking someone is like pulling teeth. She has no rizz. Her flirtation attempts suck ass yet she asks Melinoe to hit her and audibly moans when she does (in contrast, when she hits Mel it's small damage compared to what Nem asks of her)

Melinoe asks her how she and Artemis are handling things, and Nemesis postures, a lot (which is what she does) only to admit under the smallest bit of pressure that "it's fine" in the weeniest voice that in fact, tell you it's not fine. She says it's "not fair" that her mom's weapons, the Nocturnal arms, don't respond to her and even when Melinoe points out how she has Stygius, Nem insists in an equally weenie voice. She gets defensive when Melinoe does anything that could be seen as coddling (like arguing with Hecate about her).

Nemesis hadesgame, big muscle mommy (which she would absolutely hate being called that actually), is a Weenie Hut Loser.

[kiivg]

.boyysssss.

[paintpaintpaintman]

Friendship ended with Lamb

Now Vitas is my best friend

@fanofthelamb

[anewp0tat0]

the way they almost had me bawling and we aren't even at the worst part HOW am I gonna make it

[macnsamuel]

what character tropes do you guys think ren and martyn would be? ill try drawing them!

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[thehelltingvilleclub]

My sister (the anon that keeps talking about may) showed me matt and by stars he's gorgeous

Can we see more of him in cosplays👀

Oh my gosh hello!!! Don't worry Sister Anon, more May is comin' my dear vuv but to answer this one, I have a sketch I'll likely color at some point!

His first ever Cosplay was Shinji, as per a request by his roommate, and then it just kinda got more and more derailed when Josh started recommending things. Anakin is probably his new favorite, but he hates having to deal with the lace-front wig. He tends to like cosplays that he can keep his hair out and tighter costumes, so he can more easily move around. Spiderman is another one he'll wear from time to time, but the texture of the gloves when he's dangling from things is something he hasn't gotten used to yet. But of course, nothing beats Kurt. Kurt will always be his go to!

[maylilithreign]

I'm sorry I'm constantly reblogging photos of myself but you see I was constantly made to feel fat/ugly in my late teens and into my early-mid twenties. so blame my old friend group, okay? they didn't know I'd be unleashed on tumblr in my thirties and make it everyone else's problem 💀

[factoryfollies]

The Horror

[captaintiny]

ugh i SO rarely feel nauseous like this i haaaate it

[t-errifier]

me, foolishly watching a horror movie, knowing that i will be paranoid as shit all night bc my boys are still halfway across the country racing :///

[out--of--ordinary]

Why do the biggest bugs spawn inside my apartment when I'm home alone trying to wfh 😭 it's huge 🤢 I'm such a big weenie when it comes to bugs and now if I leave it it'll disappear and that's worse but I don't wanna get it it's so big and gross 🥺

[travsd]

For Pride Month: We Eyeball "The Big Johnson"

I was so bummed to miss the premiere and launch party for The Big Johnson, Lola Rocknrolla’s documentary on the life of queer icon Dean Johnson (1961-2007) a couple of weeks ago, but fortunately I got the screener just in time to share news about it with you for Pride Month. I’ve been a rabid fan of Lola’s for over a dozen years now; I tumbled to her through burlesque friends, many of whom have…

[companypsa]