#having fun laughing and smiling

[pnt03prcnt]

eucalyptus man it appears i have grown quite fond of you ..

[charles-simmons]

Btw, that "no" that Neil told Todd was more romantic than all the love poems I've ever seen

[persimmonbread]

i struggled so much with drawing arthur normally that i completely caved and went in the opposite direction. bam. buck pajamas.

[zu-is-here]

Run

Aftermare Week by @bluepallilworld

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare by jokublog

[reineydraws]

this ask got me thinking about the body swap au again lol here's a wip for what is eventually going to become a sketch dump post for the au aha. whenever i finish that.

[beccawise7]

Wishing all of you a fantastic weekend!

~beccawise7💜🖤

[serenadeofsunshine]

CERTIFIED MOOSEBUNNY MOMENT VIA MY WONDERFUL FRIEND FREDDIE @cupiidzbow AREN’T THEY JUST THE SILLIEST. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🐇🌼🌈☀️🎉😁

[hamletshoeratio]

"I want x spinoff, I want a book about y"

I want to meet the woman who had not one but TWO kids with Hermes. Two kids so close in age and are so alike people just assume that they're twins, two kids who are chaos personified, who singlehandedly run the camp shop, who are in charge of the biggest cabin at camp and look after their equally chaotic gremlin siblings plus every unclaimed kid at camp like Lou Ellen a daughter of Hecate and another being of chaos who learnt it all from them, and who take every opportunity to fuck shit up, to prank their camp mates or to steal shit. Their last name, which they get from their mama? Stoll by the way. Neither child notices the pun.

I want to meet Mama Stoll, who saw the chaos, who saw the bullshit Hermes brought into her life the first go around and said tonight's the night let's do it again. She is either the world's greatest cat burglar who enticed the god of Thieves or the messenger god was enchanted by the best god dam delivery woman on the planet. There's no in-between. It was just a bonus that her surname was the perfect pun. Her and Hermes laugh about it. In my head, it's all canon. Regardless, she unleashed two agents of unlimited chaos onto an unsuspecting world, and I love her for it. I take my hat off to her, I kneel before her.

Oh, and the oldest kid, Travis? He's dating a girl called Katie, who is the daughter of Demeter. Her last name? Gardner. Fucking Gardner. She has a sister called Miranda Gardiner, by the way. Mama Stoll finds it hilarious. Her sons still don't get the pun, but at least she gets on with her future daughter in law like a house on fire.

[gingermintpepper]

I saw it in your tag game post that you're also fond of the Apollo-Heracles conflict 👀 for a myth that appears in only a couple of sources, it sure has a lot of presence in the vase paintings (no seriously, everytime I think I've seen the last of it, I find ten more)

SO do you have any favorites among the paintings that represent this story??

OMG OMG THIS ASK IS A GIFT. IT IS A GIFT THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THIS

I also think it's extremely interesting that it's a story so popularly portrayed by vase paintings and in such a variety of ways!! It's certainly one of the stories that gets left out of written compilation of Heracles' legend a bit (which is a shame, I think it's a fantastic story) but Apollo had a very peculiar relationship with Heracles in general that I just kind of find amazing (and very, very funny).

Apollo is not a god with any legitimate grudge against Heracles, but he does argue with the mortal a bit like he argues with his favourite brothers 😂Part of why I love the story of Apollo and Heracles fighting over the tripod so much is that it is such a little brother thing for Heracles to be upset with the proclamation his elder brother has given him and so, he throws a great fit, taking up the chair and declaring that he'll just give himself a better prophecy! And Apollo, instead of being a marginally professional big brother, decides to fight him for it until their father has to break up their cat-fight. Like was that not just the plot of the Homeric Hymn to Hermes? Is this not exactly how Apollo treated Hermes when he was a child and now those two are inseparable? 💀

Because of this, my favourite vase paintings tend to be the ones that highlight the personal squabbling between Apollo and Heracles the most. There are some very elaborate ones that have the full host of them - Athena, Heracles, Apollo, Artemis, usually a dog and a doe, I've even seen a couple that had birds and plants etched on them, but the simplest ones that show Heracles about to bonk Apollo with his club out of frustration or depict Heracles nyooming away from Apollo while Apollo (presumably) yells curses about how he's going to fling Heracles head first into Tartarus for daring to take his things? Yeah, those are the premium big brother/little brother things I'm looking for.

(Photo. Marie-Lan Ngyuen)

(Photo. Museo Claudio Faina)

Also the one in the Theoi.com archives is a real classic - perfect energy.

[wildsaltair]

now that the seven busiest days of the year are FINALLY over, I can get back to my Maximus insanity. here have a close-up of the hands and arms that make guest appearances in every daydream I have ever had

[sunfloweraro]

Writing requests! Anything that involves Legend getting tickled by Wild, really. (Or the other way around!) 🤭 Perhaps Wild wants to try giving Legend a massage like he’s had done in Gerudo town… only to find out having had it done for him before does not mean he’ll be good at giving one? 😆

Thank you for the request! The silliness is perfect. I decided to combine all elements of your request and have Wild trying to give Legend a massage to help him relax, only to discover Legend is extremely ticklish. Legend gets his revenge >:)

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” Wild insisted. “I know what I’m doing.” To a degree, at least, but Legend didn’t need to know that. He was meant to be relaxing, after all. And Wild had had a dozen massages in Gerudo Town before, knew his session like the back of his hand. How difficult could it be to replicate?

Legend hummed, still uncertain. “You don’t have to do this. I’m not that—”

“You snapped at Wind earlier. Wind. He was just checking in on you.”

Legend offered no answer, though his face fell. “Right… I still owe him an apology.”

“And you can give it later. Wind understands. Now relax already and lie down. This will help, I promise.”

Legend breathed a sigh, but acquiesced, settling down on his front, head resting over folded arms. “Fine. If only to stop your incessant whining.”

“I’ll let that slide because I know you’re stressed. And you’re meant to let your arms hang, otherwise your back will be tense.”

“Tenser than it already is?”

“Legend.”

“Fine, fine.” Legend shifted so his arms now hung from the edges of the makeshift massage table Wild had set up—a few quilts spread out over Time and Malon’s dining room table.

“Good. Now just relax and let me take care of you. The goddesses know you need it.”

Another sigh from Legend, and he began to relax into the quilts. Giving his trust to Wild. Where he would normally take the opportunity to tease their Veteran, today he let him be, knowing doing so would only make Legend more tense.

“Okay. This will be warm,” he warned, before grabbing the saucer of scented oil, heated by Hyrule’s magic earlier, before Wild shoved everyone else out of the room. He dimmed the lantern alongside it, hoping Legend might drift off while he worked and get some proper rest. He always looked so exhausted these days, and sleep would do him good. Carefully, he poured a little of the oil over Legend’s back, lips twisting when his friend stiffened. “Relax.”

Legend grumbled something to himself that Wild didn’t bother trying to process. He shoved his sleeves back and set to work massaging the oil into Legend’s terribly stiff back. At the touch, Legend stiffened, holding his breath, and Wild rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how you intend to relax like that,” he grumbled. Legend said nothing, letting out a shuddering breath instead.

Wild continued to work the warm oil into Legend’s back, turning his attention to his shoulders when he felt how tense the muscles were there. “Breathe,” he had to insist several times, only to be met with a shuddering breath, before Legend tensed up all over again.

As he was working the tension from Legend’s lower back, pressing down and gliding to the side as his masseuse did for him, an odd, choked sound escaped Legend. Wild paused. “Everything okay?”

A shuddering inhale. “Fine.”

Wild took him at his word, continuing, only for Legend to flinch away from his touch, that same choked sound escaping him, muffled this time. “Vet?”

“It’s—fine. I’m fine.”

A third time, Wild attempted the action. This time, Legend failed to stifle the giggle that escaped him as he flinched away from Wild’s touch.

A devious idea formed in Wild’s mind. Something that would help relax his friend faster. “Hey, Vet?”

“Yes?”

“I’m not sorry about this.” And then he attacked. Legend’s sides seemed the most sensitive, though he had been stiff and trying not to laugh the entire massage, Wild now realised. A shriek escaped Legend as Wild attacked his left side, and he tried to jump away. Wild latched onto his waist, held him close as he tickled with a fervour he hadn’t felt since he was a child, a similar delight sparkling within his insides, golden and warm.

“No! Stop!” Legend begged, breathless as he laughed. His eyes were crinkled in a way Wild had never seem them before, laughter making him look closer to his young age. “Please!” Wild ignored him, attacking his other side and tearing another shriek from Legend as he tried to flinch away, peals of laughter escaping his friend—and were those tears?

“Relaxed yet, Vet?” Wild asked, a menacing smirk lifting his lips. A little longer, then he would free his friend.

Except he faltered as he spoke, and Legend wasted no time in pouncing on him. The breath was knocked from his lungs as he fell to the floor. Legend was quick to straddle him, still laughing and teary and gasping for breath, though the glint to his eyes promised nothing good. He locked Wild’s arms above his head with one hand, power bracelet glinting in the low light.

Wild gulped. “Vet, we can talk about this.”

“No—no need to,” Legend panted, and then it was Wild’s turn to suffer. Wild wasn’t nearly as sensitive as Legend, but anyone would burst into laughter when a feather was suddenly pressed to their too-sensitive armpit and twisted every which way.

A high shriek escaped him, and then he was laughing. He bucked, tried to kick his way out, but Legend held fast, revenge giving him inhuman strength. “N—no, please!” Wild begged between peals of laughter.

Legend smirked, teeth and all, and attacked his other armpit with the feather. Wild laughed harder, could barely breathe as teared streaked down his face. “Say you’re sorry.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Truce, please.”

“That’ll teach you,” Legend grumbled, though the smirk on his face remained. He shifted back, offered Wild a hand and helped him to his feet. He tossed the cucco feather aside, and Wild kicked it away as he swiped at his still-streaming eyes, taking in gasping breaths as he tried to collect himself.

A beat passed between then, where Legend looked far too smug and more relaxed than he had been in months. Despite his suffering, Wild couldn’t help but smile at the job well-done.

“Feeling better?” he asked, giving Legend a knowing look.

Legend rolled his eyes, if only for show. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Anytime, Vet. But… Perhaps not like this next time. I don’t think my heart can take that again.”

The menacing grin Legend gave him in turn made Wild’s blood run cold, and he knew he would be sleeping with a knife for the months to come.

[fellator]

my favorite thing about that movie is that klaus dying is the happy ending. you wouldn't see me here rn if jesper had died instead. because I would be underwater. the water being my tears

[002yb]

For as rough as his brother's hands can be, they're gentle with him. Even when Ace couldn't return the kindness, Luffy endured him; holding fast to clenched fists and knuckles that were split and swollen. Persistent, stubborn even after Luffy pried his hand into Ace's and grit his teeth through the ache of Ace's bruising grips. Whining because he was a crybaby and it hurt, but never pulling away. Only squeezing just as tight in playful retaliation. Smile wide as he coaxed Ace's fingers out of their vice grip to clasp their hands together - warm and soft in a way that made Ace flinch. Because while there was dirt beneath Luffy's nails, there was blood beneath his.

And in spite of that—in spite of everything—Luffy never let go of him. Whether or not Ace feels worth that love and tender devotion, Luffy holds on to him: hands clasped together as Luffy beckons him on new adventures, a reassuring squeeze whenever Ace wavers, a bruising grip when Luffy is overcome; nails cutting into Ace's skin until Ace soothes him. Lips ghosting over knuckles - swollen and split).

Rough, but gentle with Ace. Always.

[beccawise7]

Welcome to Fuckaroni Friday where we share nonsensical tidbits to get you through your day...😂

1) Men who climb Mt. Everest tend to experience hard ons due to how the extreme elevation impacts blood pressure & circulation.

2) Women have an increased likelihood of orgasm if they leave their socks on during sex. (I call B.S.) 😂

3) The vibrator was invented in 1869 to treat "female hysteria," and was steam powered. (....ummmm.... Thank you?) 🤣

4) On average, Americans in their 20's have sex 8O times per year.

5) 33% of women watch porn to 70% of men.

Have a fabulous Fuckaroni Friday!

~beccawise7💜🖤

[akkivee]

AMAYADO‼️ REI‼️ DOTSUITARE‼️ YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH‼️

[nick-cassidy]

season 11: são paulo