#but I can't promise when

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[readerconfused]

several people in my post about Hades PJO saying that they would gladly accept the juice and snacks because they love Hades and the underworld

Persephone will come home in the fall and there will be a thousand teenagers living with Hades she will be like "wtf? i only left you alone for six months"

[shima-draws]

I'm rewatching GF since the whole world seems to be into it right now (thank you Alex and the Book of Bill) and AGHHH I FORGOR about the body swap episode when the twins find the secret room and Stan picks up Ford's glasses and later we see him sitting on the couch looking at them wistfully...

Shut up shut UP that's NOT okay

[risestarkiss]

On His Own Terms

Rise Ramblings #2

In my post, “This Whole Situation,” I discuss how Donnie doesn’t see himself or his mutation as something that needs to be hidden away. He wears clothes when he's out and about, and that’s about it. However, as turtlemen in the middle of NYC, sometimes they need to actually wear disguises. So, what does Donnie do in those cases?

Old ladies? Well, that’s a choice. And the way Leo phrased the question is interesting as well.

“Why do you always make us dress up as old ladies.”

This means that every time it’s up to Donnie to choose the disguise, it’s not up for discussion. They’re going to be old ladies. Period.

But the most interesting part of this scene is Donatello's answer to Leo's question.

You would think that blending in would be the main goal, but no. Donnie’s main goal with his chosen disguise is: comfort. He’s not willing to sacrifice his own comfort just to make other people comfortable with his presence.

He’ll wear a disguise if he must, but only on his own terms.

And I’m happy that he can set his boundary and stick to it.

Never change, Donnie, never change…

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…Does anyone else see Leo’s old lady drip?! Where did he get those pearls from? Forget the pearls, where did he get the pantyhose? Did he style his own wig? How long did it take for him to put on his makeup? What color eyeshadow is that? Look at those lashes! Look at those bazongas! He put so much work into his fit, no wonder he received a compliment.

[lygma-nygma]

Honest to god Titans Tower is probably the funniest thing that's ever happened in comics to me? Like, there's so much to unpack here it's insane?? The tear-away stripper Red Hood costume? The knock-off Robin costume with the stupid ass yellow tights that somehow looks worse than if Jason just rocked the bare thighs? The way Jason is drawn like he is fully 35 with two stepkids and a mortgage? Jason inventing fanfiction about Tim and Bruce's relationship in his head because he refuses to believe Tim actually stalked his way into being Robin?? Trying to mimic his crowbar death by beating Tim with his own staff but I as a reader am entirely unable to take it seriously because of those stupid fucking tights-

And then you get to Tim's side of things and he says like, all of 5 things the entire time and three of them are a coded 'fuck you'. He has absolutely no time or respect for Jason's pity party and it's actually hysterical because Jason cannot stop yapping. Meanwhile, Tim is like, definitely losing the fight which makes it funnier?? Then the ending?? Jason scrawling "Jason Todd was here" on the wall in blood (or red paint meant to look like blood, up in the air) and signing it with a handprint like he's a middle schooler who just discovered Creepypasta???? Ripping the 'R' off Tim's costume when he's literally already unconscious?? Zipping away from the scene thinking "damn I actually like that kid, wish I had friends tbh"??

And then it's literally never brought up again.

[mellohiizz]

was gonna do a full post with more designs, but it's already taking me way too long to post these, so whatever. here's some of my uu designs. <3 they're very basic, and i will do a more detailed sheet with different arcs (?) in mind, but it will take me way too long, i fear. so you can have those for now. ^_^ they're all from like... a month ago? maybe more.

[chuluoyi]

disclaimer: very much inspired by cdrama the princess royal and taking some elements from webtoon the broken ring: this marriage will fail anyway but of course, with my own twist here and there 🥹

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[royalarchivist]

Mine: Refer to me however you want!

Mike: Yeah, for me too. I think I use all pronouns too.

[They high-five and fist-bump each other]

Mine:

[via @barbmine]

[hsr-writing]

kinktober - day thirty one - hunter/prey

blade x reader, nsfw, minors dni. biting, blood mentioned, aftercare

Your heart is racing as you sprint through the streets, ignoring the few people out this late. You give a flash of a smile and a wave to a guard patrol as you race by them, and you're pleased when they laugh and wave back.

Good. You wouldn't want the chase ended by some well meaning strangers.

Your lungs are starting to burn, so you veer from the streets and down several alleyways. You haven't seen Blade since you started running, but you know he's around, and now you can hear heavy footsteps.

You grin and start heading towards an area of the city you know is empty, that Blade had scouted out earlier in the day. He's sweet, your Blade. Possessive enough that he doesn't want anyone else to see you, even when he's hunting you down through the city.

The area he's herding you into leads into a preserve, and you grin as you dart off of the main road, twisting through the smaller paths until you can't see the road anymore. You know exactly where you're headed as you leave the path, and you giggle as the feeling of being hunted suddenly intensifies.

You swear you can feel the brush of fingers against your arm as you dart to the side, making your heart race with excitement. You can't risk looking back, but you can hear the heavy beat of his footsteps, the snarl when you veer just out of reach.

It's actually an accident when he catches you.

A root catches your foot when you're not expecting it, Blade's weight slams against your back, and down you both go.

You hiss as you hit the ground, Blade's teeth already digging into the crook of your neck as he drops his full weight onto you, holding you down.

It's tempting to fight, but Blade's teeth in your neck, the bruising strength of his hands on your wrists... You go limp under him, submitting as he snarls wordlessly.

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You moan as Blade slides his cock along your wet folds, using the head of his cock to push his cum back inside you. He's got you pinned against the ground, your hips pulled up for him to fuck into like an animal.

He came so quickly once he got his cock inside you, making your skin burn as you blushed, realizing just how worked up chasing you got him. Your fingers dig into the dirt and moss under you as he finally pushes his cock inside you again, mouthing wet kisses up your shoulder.

He'd snarled, loud and threatening, when you'd tried to push yourself up and it was enough to send you shuddering back into submitting. Your Blade is a man of few words most of the time, but this? Oh, this.

Divine.

Blood slowly drips down your shoulder from one of his bites, the hot feeling making you keen under Blade, pushing your hips back against his and nearly sobbing on a moan as his cock sinks even deeper.

"Ngh! Blade!"

He growls in response, snapping his his roughly against your ass. His nails dig into your hips, the biting pain making you shudder and squeeze tight around him.

"Mine," he snarls against your jaw, pinning you down further as he presses his weight down on you. He uses the shift in position to slide his hands up your arms until he's holding your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

It's so sweet it makes you whine, your heart racing at the intimacy of the action. He knows you love it, knows it always makes you blush and melt for him. His hands squeeze yours and you shudder.

Somehow, your orgasm takes you by surprise, leaves you crying out in shock and pleasure as your vision goes white. Pleasure rocks through you, the way Blade fucks you through it extending it until you're whimpering under him.

There are tears in your eyes when you open them again. Blade's thrusts have turned desperate and erratic as he groans, low and rumbling in your ear. He moans your name against your ear, then he bites and comes inside you a second time.

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You're wrapped in Blade's arms when you pull yourself from subspace, your head tucked under his chin as he cradles you close. You're still in the woods, but the has long set, the chill of night muted by the blanket wrapped around you both.

You press a gentle kiss against his throat, smiling against his skin when he shivers. You wonder if you can convince him to carry you back to your little rented apartment, only to realize you don't have to when his arms tighten slightly around you.

He's sweet, your Blade, and he'll never let you go.

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[gingermintpepper]

In my Zeus bag today so I'm just gonna put it out there that exactly none of the great Ancient Greek warrior-heroes stayed loyal and faithful and completely monogamous and yet none of them have their greatness questioned nor do we question why they had the cultural prominence that they did and still do.

Jason, the brilliant leader of the Argo, got cold feet when it came to Medea - already put off by some of her magic and then exiled from his birthland because of her political ploys, he took Creusa to bed and fully intended on marrying her despite not properly dissolving things with Medea.

Theseus was a fierce warrior and an incredibly talented king but he had a horrible temper and was almost fatally weak to women. This is the man who got imprisoned in the Underworld for trying to get a friend laid, the man who started the whole Attic War because he couldn't keep his legs closed.

And we cannot at all forget Heracles for whom a not inconsiderable amount of his joy in life was loving people then losing the people around him that he loved. Wives, children, serving boys, mentors, Heracles had a list of lovers - male and female - long enough to rival some gods and even after completing his labours and coming down to the end of his life, he did not have one wife but three.

And y'know what, just because he's a cultural darling, I'll put Achilles up here too because that man was a Theseus type where he was fantastic at the thing he was born to do (that is, fight whereas Theseus' was to rule) but that was not enough to eclipse his horrid temper and his weakness to young pretty things. This is the man that killed two of Apollo's sons because they wouldn't let him hit - Tenes because he refused to let Achilles have his sister and Troilus who refused Achilles so vehemently that he ran into Apollo's temple to avoid him and still couldn't escape.

All four of these men are still celebrated as great heroes and men. All four of these men are given the dignity of nuance, of having their flaws treated as just that, flaws which enrich their character and can be used to discuss the wider cultural point of what truly makes a hero heroic. All four of these men still have their legacies respected.

Why can that same mindset not be applied to Zeus? Zeus, who was a warrior-king raised in seclusion apart from his family. Zeus who must have learned to embrace the violence of thunder for every time he cried as a babe, the Corybantes would bang their shields to hide the sound. Zeus learned to be great because being good would not see the universe's affairs in its order.

The wonderful thing about sympathy is that we never run out of it. There's no rule stopping us from being sympathetic to multiple plights at once, there's no law that necessitate things always exist on the good-evil binary. Yes, Zeus sentenced Prometheus to sufferation in Tartarus for what (to us) seems like a cruel reason. Prometheus only wanted to help humans! But when you think about Prometheus' actions from a king's perspective, the narrative is completely different: Prometheus stole divine knowledge and gifted it to humans after Zeus explicitly told him not to. And this was after Prometheus cheated all the gods out of a huge portion of wealth by having humans keep the best part of a sacrifice's meat while the gods must delight themselves with bones, fat and skin. Yes, Zeus gave Persephone away to Hades without consulting Demeter but what king consults a woman who is not his wife about the arrangement of his daughter's marriage to another king? Yes, Zeus breaks the marriage vows he set with Hera despite his love of her but what is the Master of Fate if not its staunchest slave?

The nuance is there. Even in his most bizarre actions, the nuance and logic and reason is there. The Ancient Greeks weren't a daft people, they worshipped Zeus as their primary god for a reason and they did not associate him with half the vices modern audiences take issue with. Zeus was a father, a visitor, a protector, a fair judge of character, a guide for the lost, the arbiter of revenge for those that had been wronged, a pillar of strength for those who needed it and a shield to protect those who made their home among the biting snakes. His children were reflections of him, extensions of his will who acted both as his mercy and as his retribution, his brothers and sisters deferred to him because he was wise as well as powerful. Zeus didn't become king by accident and it is a damn shame he does not get more respect.

[nellasbookplanet]

The fandom god discussion is interesting, but I feel it’s sometimes hindered by an unwillingness to separate gods from mortal society, or even a sort of over-eagerness to project our own reality onto them, which simply doesn’t work. I've seen the gods referred to as rulers or tyrants demanding worship (which I kinda understand because it’s something Ludinus says in-game, though it’s funny to see fandom corners confidently repeat the inaccurate talking points of the antagonist) but more interestingly I've also seen them referred to as a higher/the highest social class, as colonizers imposing themselves on mortals, the raven queen specifically as new money. Overall these comparisons tend to talk about the gods and their actions regarding Aeor in the past and predathos/the Vanguard in the present less as if they're about saving their own lives and more as if they want to preserve their powerful position.

The gods, by their very nature, are above mortals. They cannot be compared to any mortal ruling class because they didn’t choose or strive for that power and cannot feasibly get rid of it/step down/redistribute it (nor do they actually in any sense rule; killing the raven queen, unlike killing an actual queen, will not end the 'tyranny' of death), they simply have it by virtue of being gods. Saying that’s unfair or unequal and that the gods should be killed because of it is akin to saying it’s unfair a mountain is bigger than you and demanding it be levelled, except the gods, unlike mountains, are living, feeling beings who shouldn’t have to die because some people can’t stand the idea of not always being top dog. Thing is, the gods themselves ultimately understood this power imballance and that they can't help but hurt Exandria the way humans can't help but step on bugs, and thus removed themselves from the equation by creating the divine gate. Saying this isn’t enough and that they're clinging to power is just demanding they line themselves up to be killed.

[that-g3-artist]

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[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[divorcedfiddleford]

for what it's worth personally i do think fiddleford and emma liked each other and i think he was excited to be a dad and all that i just think he's a little bit too much of a freak to ever truly be content living in the suburbs with a 9-5 job so california was mostly this for him