#but he was ahead of his time

[sarafangirlart]

It’s so bizarre to see adaptations portray Perseus as this reckless brute who doesn’t think before he acts, bc even in Ovid’s Metamorphosis it’s the exact opposite, when Phineus crashed his wedding, Perseus remained in his seat as Cepheus tried to dissuade his brother, only when Phineus attacked Perseus did he actually become angry and fight back. When a full on fight broke out Perseus used a sword, spear and even a bowl to fight against his attackers, he doesn’t use Medusa’s head bc he doesn’t want to accidentally kill his friends (almost as if he’s a decent guy which is another thing bc why do I see depictions of his as a heartless bastard?). Only when he was cornered by his enemies and with the bodies of his dead comrades around him did pull out the gorgon’s head, even while doing so he calls out to his surviving friends to cover their eyes.

[curioscurio]

I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her

[mirensiart]

I like the idea that hyrule+lorule have different cultures and sometimes there’s a lil cultural shock between the hyrule duo and the lorule duo

anyway, lorule’s way of greeting people is via hand kissing, which clashes with hyrule’s more hands off way of greeting

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[emotional-emotion]

Seinfeld (1989 - 1998) 5.18 The Raincoats

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

"shut up, Legolas X Gimli isn't canon!!!"

sir/ma'am/captain, the ship literally sailed.

[starry-bi-sky]

danny and officer martinez's relationship in "late at night, when the nightingale sings" in a nutshell:

Martinez: FREAK! GET YOUR FUCKING KID!

Battinson, on the other side of the crime scene: he don't bite

Martinez, with Nightingale firmly attached his arm, visibly biting him: YES HE DO!

*points at them* Danny is the Bugs Bunny to Martinez's Elmer Fudd.

Another Officer: i can't believe you're fighting with an actual twelve year old. Martinez: i swear to god that is not a twelve year old, that is a little hellion that crawled out of batman's shadow one dark and stormy night and decided to dedicate his existence to tormenting me. Officer: Are you really that mad about him putting a sticky note on your back-- Martinez: thats not the point

in danny's defense: the word "freak" is. a mini beserker button for him for.... obvious ghostly reasons, so like, even if its not directed at him, he still very much unappreciates Martinez's insults at Battinson. Danny may or may not be projecting.

he's not going to hurt the guy! not in any serious or permanently disfiguring way at least! But he is going to leave mean sticky notes on the square part of his spine that he can't reach, and stick salt in his 3AM Late Night Crime Scene Coffee, and kick the bottom of his heel while he's walking so he stumbles. And other petty, infuriating things that tally up and boil over, over time.

[leadoodles]

I ran some calculations and discovered kai has the energy output of 3 nuclear power plants.

In the first episode of season 11, Kai is seemingly able to heat a bell full of water instantly from (presumably) 25 Celsius to 40.

If we assume the bell is a cylinder 2.5m in diameter and 3m deep, that gives us 59 cubic metres of water. Convert to kilograms and we get 58,728 kilograms.

The specific heat capacity of water is 4200 j/kg/°C. Rearrange and we get an energy output of 3 gigawatts/joules.

The average nuclear power plant produces 1 gigawatt, and according to back to the future, you need 1.21 gigawatts to travel through time. And he was RELAXING.

In conclusion, Kai and Nya didn't need to stowaway on the iron doom. Kai could also power Ninjago city. Kai is a god.

[yea-baiyi]

say what you want about svsss but hands down the most distraught i have ever been while reading a mxtx novel is after the bing-ge extra. what do you mean he asked shen qingqiu to come with him. what do you mean “it’s not fair”. what do you mean he looked back.

[uglynavel]

So no one was gonna tell me Mason was writing Munver fanfic on his Instagram 2 years ago?!

[bb-eb-db-bb-eb-b-ab-f-b-ab]

THIS SCENE—

[deoidesign]

Portrait of a vampire

Photo of a werewolf (who doesn't trust cameras)

As a treat I like to paint my characters realistically from time to time... so I can see them...

Webcomic

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[ash-and-starlight]

ouyang was made in a lab for the average poor horrible little meow meow enjoyer tumblr populace bc Every time he spits some horrible vitriol i giggle. Every time he kills and murders and disembowels and maims i kick my feet. Every time he’s overcome with doom and anger i twirl my hair. and u know who also does this. Lord Esen-Temur

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Each of the Krew had brand new anxieties and fears that spawned from the Jabberwock fight.

Gricko became worried he wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough at magic. He began trying to rapidly improve by throwing everything at a wall and seeing what sticks. He also became considerably jumpy, like any interaction would necessitate an escape plan.

Frost was equally worried about his magical ability. He began pulling away from the group to meditate more and clear his mind, wits always sharp. He cannot be distracted like he was, too caught up to try and logic out what this creature wanted from them. It's for their own good that he isolates a little more. He needs to focus to protect them.

Torbek is less trying to hone a skill and more trying to rack his brain for answers. Why was this stupid Other ignoring him then but not when they attacked his friends? Or that rabbit guy?? If he has to be stuck like this, why won't they at least help protect his friends? Is he not strong enough? Not smart enough? Not willing to push his limits?

Gideon is disappointed in himself. He should be *so strong*, it's all he's good at. All he's good for. It's his *job*. And yet, he's the first to die. He just has to get tougher. So he starts working out more, by himself. Tries to improve his endurance, his pain tolerance. He *can't* die again. He has to protect his friends. If he dies, he needs to die knowing the enemy is dying with him. That's all that matters.

Kremy is pointedly ignoring the situation, on the outside. On the inside, his head has become a whirlwind of brand new anxieties. He makes plans for every possible situation that pops into his head. He has an escape route for every action. Every word is thought out five more times than usual. He just has to be careful. They can't die. They won't. He just has to be one more step ahead.