#fandoms just refusing to die

[bugwolfsstuff]

'The gods don't change'

*points at Hades*

*points at Zeus*

*points at Hermes* (tho this is one is more implied through Apollo's mentions)

*GESTURES AT THE ENTIRETY OF TOA*

Run that by me one more time?

[summer-oil]

cult leader geto throws up blood if you don’t tell him you love him before he leaves for work btw

[thecorefrisk]

I don’t know if it’s the romance repulsion thing I’ve got going on right now or the 2 am thing but I’m so tired of Klance. It’s the only ship I see of the two and people hate anything else. Please broaden your horizons I beg you. Gay people are allowed to be happy with other gay people, I fear.

[dukeofthomas]

My understanding of Jason Todd's age;

Jason dies when he's 15, 4 months before his 16th birthday. He is dead for any number of time; it doesn't count towards his age.

He's resurrected; he is in a coma for 1 year, then catatonic for another. He is then put into a Lazarus Pit. (These 2 years are practically useless, as he doesn't remember them and they contribute very little to the story. They could be condensed to 2 months and it would change basically nothing.)

He trains for about a year. You can then give him 1-12 months of prep and planning time before his debut as the Red Hood, and the story of UT(R)H, at which point he would be mentally 16-17, physically 18-19, and it would be (--) years after his birth.

[arthurwilde]

Obviously we will have to see how it all plays out but we know the Yellowjackets don’t get rescued yet, and that discovery by the hiker could have been their way out except that he saw Ben’s decapitated head and they’ll probably end up having to kill him too

So in a way…Natalie killing him DID burn that potential bridge. Once again her compassion backfires and dooms more people by closing avenues of help.

[dwellingmybeloved]

i don't have faves i'm a dirty fucking liar i am. anyways i like ron Knows fics better. he's a strategist, he's looking at the whole fucking board, of course he'd know before harry knows!

[thebookbutterfly]

🦋 Chocolate Chips — John Wick x Reader

Summary: Every year you and John celebrate Helen’s birthday. This year would have been her 40th, so you decide to do something special.

Tags: #so much domestic fluff, #a teensy bit of angst, #sometimes babygirl is a 50 year old hit man, #he may kill people for a living but he is SOFT and I will not be taking any arguments about this, #slightly self indulgent

Warnings: Gender Neutral, but reader is suggested to have long hair, no use of Y/N, mentions of death obviously, no beta and no ‘ragrets’

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John’s occupation put a lot of things in life into perspective. Getting into silly fights was simply not worth it. Not when every time he walked out the door the stakes were so high. That’s not to say that you never had disagreements. Just that neither of you were willing to partake in petty lack of communication.

You had known about Helen from the very day you and John had begun dating. It was hard not to. The man loved her so much it was written on every piece of him. Strangely though you didn’t mind. How could you? When that wonderful woman had brought him through so much shit and out to the the other side. To you.

Simply to say that Helen was a part of what made the love of your life himself. And so you didn’t mind his love for her at all. Especially now that his love for you was written all over him too.

It was Helen’s birthday today. You saved the date and had been sneakily preparing everything for weeks now. It would have been her 40th birthday, so you wanted to make it extra special this year. John had been out on a contract all day yesterday and so you weren’t too worried about him waking up as you crept downstairs and into the kitchen.

You removed the cake you had baked from the fridge where you had hidden it and placed it on the counter. Chocolate caramel. Her favourite flavour. The big silver four and zero candles were perfect. Along side the cake you placed a large vase full of daisies. It was perfect. All that was left to do was breakfast.

You set to work, cutting up fruit and frying bacon and eggs. You knew John would be starving when he woke up, he always was after a hit. You supposed hunting someone down burned a serious amount of calories. Lastly, you set to work on the pancakes. You knew they were Johns favourite and you were more than happy to indulge him, especially today. He always asked for heaps of chocolate chips in his. You rolled your eyes affectionately at the thought. He was a chocolate fiend but when he stared at you with those big brown eyes. Ugh. Who were you to say no to such a gentle, beautiful man?

You were just plating up the last of the pancakes when you heard soft footsteps padding down the stairs, followed by the excited skitter of Boy as he raced his dad down to the kitchen. John was silent as death so you knew the fact that you could hear him approach was deliberate and more for you than anything else.

Boy entered the room a minute before John did; tail wagging like crazy. You laughed at his enthusiasm and leaned down to ruffle his ears affectionately. John’s sleepy form shuffled in just as Boy managed to land a lick to your cheek. He smiled at the sight of his little family. Boy: seemingly very proud of himself and you: wiping the drool off your face as you stood to greet him.

It was unfair, you thought, for the boogeyman to be someone as cute as him. John was wearing a soft long sleeve shirt and his favourite pair of flannel pyjama pants. As usual he had stolen one of your scrunchies to pull back his long hair— a green one with ducks on it, this time.

You had offered to buy him some of his own. Cool ones to fit his bad-boy assassin image; you had teased. But he had somewhat sheepishly declared that he liked yours better. You didn’t mind. After all you stole a fair share of his clothes too. So you had compromised and bought a few extra for yourself, that way he could be a thief and you wouldn’t run out.

Johns eyes drifted to the cake and the vase of flowers on the counter, and he froze. You watched as the memories hit him one after the other. Boy, sensing his dad’s distress, waddled over to his side and plopped himself down on John’s foot. The contact jolted him back to reality and he lifted his watery eyes to yours. “You did all this?” he finally choked out.

You stepped over boy and slipped your arms around his waist.

“It would be her 40th. I wanted to do something special for her this year,” you replied before a bit of hesitancy creeped into your voice. “Is it okay?”

John wrapped his arms around you, tugging you right against his chest. It took him a minute to reply and your heart thundered as you waited for him to say something. He buried his head into your neck and you cradled him there with the palm of your hand on his nape. Keeping him safe— holding him together as he answered with tears in his voice.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching with your unoccupied hand you began to trace constellations on his back. It was a habit you had gotten from him, actually, but it had stuck with you. He had spent years with nothing but violence for company, so you relished touching him gently.

Slowly, you pulled him to face you. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and swiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“I love you,” you said softly. You held him firmly willing him to really hear it.

“I love you too, so much.”

You stood there for a second, just holding his face in your hands. Enjoying the warmth of his skin. Boy sensed the shift in mood and slowly his tail began to thump against your legs.

“You had a long night last night,” you broke the silence. “Let’s get some food in you. Then after that we can light the candles and you can tell me about some of your favourite memories of Helen. Yeah?”

John nodded, straightening, but kept his grip on your waist as he surveyed all the food you had made.

“I’d love that. Do you mind if we have a look at the photos too?” He asked softly.

“I already put the photo albums out on the coffee table,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

His chest rumbled as he laughed, “Am I that predictable?”

You beamed at the sound, poking him in the ribs as he snuck Boy a piece of bacon. Big softie.

“I think I just happen to know you quite well. You’re much less mysterious than you think,” you teased him and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” he said with one last peck on your lips. “Now, let’s eat before this goes cold.”

[hanniedream]

seeing "vernon dicaprio" in the big year of 2025...

[burningcheese-merchant]

Dear merchant, as an Airfryer shipper, please forgive my fellow shipper if they ever attack you for shipping Pitayafire.

Also, *cough cough* "it's dark in my imagination" next chapter?

I have no idea what Airfryer is, but thank you for your kindness anyway 🫡 no one has given me trouble for shipping PitayaFire (yet), thankfully. (Sometimes I wonder why? Never got too much trouble for shipping BurningCheese and Beast x Ancient, either. Maybe it's because I'm pretty unknown? 700-ish followers isn't much in the grand scheme of things. I suppose being such a small fry is a blessing in disguise.) I don't intend to pay them any mind if they ever do. Best not to bother with people like that. "Do what you want and be happy" is the way to go about things, I think. And I've got thick skin and more important things to worry about than internet randos bashing me for wanting the fire man to kiss+fuck the dragon lol

(as for It's Dark In My Imagination... Soon 👀 I'm sorry that's so late, I never meant for it to be. I've had a lot to deal with irl the past couple of months (major crisis of confidence + legitimate emergencies, like the scare with my dog) and it took me away from writing. But I'm trying to get back on the saddle! I'm about 4k words into the final draft, chapter 3 should be posted in the next day or two hopefully! I didn't abandon the fic, I promise! Chapter 3 exists and you'll see it soon!)

[biblically-accurate-dca]

KILL!!!!!!!!!

[mxhirus]

oh my god nobody understands how terribly i loathe hazbin hotel im going to actually kill myself in front of someone GUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

no cause why is this the 7 deadly sins of writing. and dont get me started on vivenne fucking medrano rn

i need this show to get set on fire and then combust

can this even be called a show when its so piss poor written and executed

perchance

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[cookinguptales]

I'm planning on drinking boozy hot chocolate and bingeing s6 of wwdits tonight once the sun goes down. I probably won't put most of my liveblogging in the main tags (they probably don't need the additional spam rn) but I'll probably use my usual "nandermo tag"/"wwdits tag" combo if you want to block it.

in that weird place where I didn't particularly enjoy a lot of s5 but I still have mild hopes for s6 and I do feel a compulsion to watch the (apparently very complicated) ending live tomorrow. for old time's sake.

[mariethefangirl]

Been genuinely tweaking out about all of the new stuff coming out for season 4. I am so fucking hype

[arsenicflame]

i think my edizzy playlist is finally in a state im willing to share it in! you can find it here :)

its mostly divorce era/jilted wife izzy vibes but theres a few other things in there also!

im def still tweaking and adding so if anyone has any feedback on any songs in the playlist id love to hear it! if you would like me to explain why a song is on there i ABSOLUTELY will so many of these i would die on a hill over

theres also a companion playlist for songs that just have one line that is SO them i had to save them somewhere

[runawaymun]

Hear me out:

Baizhu x Dehya