#but noooooo

[kendyroy]

I love how Worst Wolverine becomes insanely attached to Wade almost immediately.

Worstie meets this guy at a bar and his first instinct is to poke him on the head and chug till he passes out, which ultimately leads to him getting kidnapped.

Worstie then never leaves this guy’s side despite repeatedly calling the guy annoying and a liar. Like he really had every opportunity to just abandon him, but didn’t.

Worstie realizes that this guy is literally all he has and that it would actually hurt if anything happened to him.

This guy is the only person who has given a crap about Worstie in probably several years, and the thought of losing him makes Worstie “break down a big heavy door and scream his name” levels of angry.

Worstie’s so insanely attached that, in a Madonna-induced emotional flashback, Worstie’s memories seem to only go as far back as he’s known this dude. This guy really gave Worstie his first sense of purpose in the longest time, and he’s literally all that matters to him. This dude has become Worstie’s entire universe.

[witless-winion1]

imagine Polites was in the courtyard for the last battle of Troy. Imagine he looks up from bandaging a comrade’s injury, and sees his friend. Helmet off, head lowered, face pinched in what could only be described as anguish. Polites would have called to him, but he knows better than to interrupt Ody during his Big Brain Thinking moments.

but then his friend raises something into view over the wall; a swaddle of white, and it’s squirming, enough that Polites could see it from where he stands, now frozen in confusion and inexplicable dread. Odysseus loved kids and babies, he wouldn’t harm one for any reason. Hell, he’d cried so hard when Penelope gave birth to Telemachus that he’d nearly passed out from dehydration. He’d spared every child in every battle in this ten-year war.

but his friend extends his arm, holding the swaddle precariously by the ends of the blanket, over the thirty foot drop onto the solid stone ground. The innocent baby just wiggles unconcernedly.

Polites opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say (because he certainly didn’t know himself) gets caught, and then his friend let’s go.

and Polites can’t turn away as the white swaddle falls, a sudden, tiny cry starting from the hidden infant’s throat, that cuts off when it hits the ground, with a sound that Polites never wanted to hear again, and the white turns red.

Out of every horror he’s seen that night, that’s the one he dreams of when he eventually lays his head down to sleep.

He wakes thrashing, falling out of his hammock, and Odysseus’s hand jerks from his shoulder to his side, catching him before he can hit the ground and aggravate whatever minor injuries he got from the last battle.

Polites has always been a very honest person. Since boyhood, since he told his mother was sick because he ate too much sesamous when he was five, confessed to Odysseus and Eurylochus that he didn’t like hunting when he was nine, told his aunt she was too unkind to the less fortunate then them when he was thirteen.

when Odysseus asks him what troubles him, Polites can’t seem to bring himself to admit the truth.

when they sail for home, he forces himself not to avoid his captain. They’ve all done horrible things in the heat of Ares’ domain. but a baby? whispers his conscious.

Shush, he tells it. There’s a logical solution, there has to be.

and yet Odysseus offers none, and he is too cowardly to ask for it, and gods know he cannot make sense of it no matter how he tosses and turns with the rocking ship.

when they reach the island of the Lotus Eaters, Polites smiles at the funky little guys, adoring their blissful grin. He crouches and strokes it, cooing about how soft it is. Odysseus hums, unfazed, and grumpy. Polites can tell he hasn’t slept well the past few weeks. But he reaches down anyway and picks one up under the arms, studying it from every angle while the innocent creature just wiggles unconcernedly in his hands.

Polites can’t help the urge to gently pull the creature from his hands. He smiles to cover whatever tension there is, and places the lotus eater safely in the ground.

he reminds his friend that there’s no need to constantly be suspicious and prone to fighting; why not default to greeting the world with kindness and open arms? Even though trust may get taken advantage of sometimes, it would at least alleviate the risk of unnecessary blood spilled.

and as Odysseus looks away, Polites sees the pain in his eyes, staring at the Lotus eaters as they tumble around with each other. One drops suddenly from a low tree limb, and while Polites manages to stifle his wince, Odysseus is caught just off-guard enough to flinch when it hits the ground with a thump. The lotus eater got up and ambled off without a scratch.

“This life is amazing when you greet it with open arms,” Polites says softly, reaching out to grasp his friend by the elbow. “I see in your face, there is so much guilt inside your heart…”

Polites could see as the words hit home, his friend’s shoulders drooping as he looks up at him. His eyes are nearly akin to what Argos’s looked like when their ships sailed from Ithaca’s harbor.

“…so why not replace it, and light up the world; here’s how to start…” Polites gently squeezes his arm. “Greet the world with open arms.”

“Greet the world with open arms…” Odysseus repeated softly, leaning into him. Polites let him hide his face in his chest, wrapping him in his arms and letting him hide from the weight of his not-so-secret sins.

[onomonopetabread]

Six Hundred Strike was really something huh

[drac0line1nn1t]

Hello Tumblr,

I'm back and still in the middle of fuck ass nowhere, so you know what that means, more phone drawings of my favourite old men yaoi

[spliceyblues]

He is going on my burn book for sure.

This fugly greedy little corporate rat be stealing wallets from twst players. DO NOT TRUST THIS RODENT‼️‼️‼️

[narutothoughts]

Naruto au where a woman giving birth to a dead man’s child is considered bad luck so the child is killed upon birth.

So when the newly widowed fem!Naru is confronted with the traditions of the Uchiha clan what is she to do except flee for the sake of her child?

When she finally gets out of fire she can’t help but collapse at the base of a tree to rest in the forest. What she doesn’t expect is to wake up to a circle of dogs and white haired kids staring at her with wide eyes.

[kiloude-city]

Just finished Dawntrail and I will say: Super annoyed that they did the trope where character has kid without mentioning other parent and how. Aka WHO IS GULOOL JA'S MOTHER AND OW THE FUCK DID ZORAAL JA GET LAID

[transformersbrainrot]

every once in a while I'll remember that Hotrod isn't popular in the mainstream and get sad... :(

[thisisapersonintheinternet]

LILLIAAAAAAAA!!!!

I love her so much, too bad you can't marry her....

[purple-petrichor]

Not now, dracula

[peachsukii]

Someone save me from this damn headache. 😭

[bentnotbroken1fanfiction]

Y'all, this top Style fic is getting out of hand lol Style started all earnest and now Fadel is domming the fuck out of him and he's just a pile of goo following directions as he fucks his boyfriend just how he's being commanded to.

You were supposed to take him apart and make him cry, Style. Not nearly go into sub drop.

[tooturtly]

Tin foil hat moment but I think that one of the reasons the writers dropped/pulled back on the Zaun/Piltover plot line was because it functions as a pretty overt parallel to Palestine/Israel.

Like, a privileged colonial power who’s overlooking the humanity of their neighbors and overtly viewing them as subhuman? The villainization of retaliatory violence on the part of the oppressed? The occupier benefiting from the resources and labor (Viktor) of the oppressed yet still treating them as less than? The increased weaponization of hex tech to respond to one individuals actions? THE FUCKING CHECKPOINT SCENE IN SEASON 2!

[iminmywritersdungeon]

Something that I find so fascinating is vander and Silco and how they react to this cycle that they’ve found themselves in, of violence and pain.

Vander responds to seeing the consequences of his actions with a complete shutdown. “Those girls on that bridge are alone now, and I can’t fix it, but I can make it so that no one else has to feel it again”, even if he ignores the fact that they’re trapped down there, and it will kill them.

Silco on the other hand, reacts with the opposite extreme. He sees those kids fighting, dying, and he says what’s one more for the cause? They’d have died anyway, why not die serving zaun?

Vander reacts to the cycle of violence by trying to shut it out, even when the cycle keeps going whether he likes it or not. Silco reacts to the cycle of violence by adding more violence to it because if he can just push hard enough, if he just keeps going, then he’ll have finally made it.

Not trying to take a side here, I just think it’s interesting.

[selahsworld]

odysseus really said "i can kill a baby but I draw the line at cheating on my wife"

[deliajackson]

Searches "Perseus + Greek Mythology"

See hate on Perseus for killing Medusa

See arts of Medusa with the head of Perseus

See the doomed ship of Medusa X Perseus or Perseus X Andromeda X Medusa

Gets pissed

Leave without saying a word