#he will never be good at it

[softquietsteadylove]

3rd...

But the plan is just to see her from afar, not to talk to her or have any forms of communication with her. But it was her who went in to her favorite shop to order something and he had no choice, he didn't hire any crews to take her order. He stumbled when Thena walked to him like nothing, it felt like meeting her for the first time. She asked that maybe they had a list of what she orders in that shop because she doesn't remember it anymore. And that's how Gilgamesh knew that she has an amnesia because of the incident.

It scared the shit out of him, seeing her...just there. He almost wondered if she was a ghost (an angel, maybe). But she just stood there, tilting her head at him behind the counter.

"Can I...do you have a menu?"

No, he didn't. He didn't even know how to make half the shit they used to make. He hadn't bothered to learn. He'd bought the building just to see her again, then he was going to gut the building and sell it.

"S-Sorry," he mumbled, putting his feet on the floor and standing up. He walked over to lean against the counter closest to her. "New menu isn't, uh, ready yet."

"Oh," she nibbled on her lip, toying with her purse strap. She seemed so unsure and anxious.

"You okay?" he asked before he could really stop himself (he really had no self-control at all when it came to this woman).

"I," she paused, her eyes sinking down between them. "I had a regular order here but...I can't seem to remember it."

Gil tilted his head at her. She hadn't seemed to recognise him when she walked in. At first he thought maybe it was because she had heard that the accident was targeted--that maybe she hated him now. But then why come in here? "Can't remember it?"

She sighed. "I...I was in an accident. They said that lapses in memory is...normal."

Amnesia: she couldn't remember it. He didn't know how much she could remember, but it didn't seem to include him. And it hurt almost as much as not seeing any recognition in her eyes when she walked in.

"Cappuccino?" he suggested on a whim. The memory of her leaned over that little white mug, hands clasped around it, hair fluttering around her was too strong. Too vivid. "Maybe?"

Thena smiled, small and hesitant as it was. "That sounds lovely."

Great. He didn't know how to make those.

"Uh," he stuttered again, and he briefly thought that if his boys could see him they'd piss their pants laughing. But he offered Thena a smile, gesturing to the table he'd left in the window. "Have a seat. You might have to be a little patient with me."

"Believe me, I have had no choice but to develop a propensity for patience."

That was his little bookworm. He peeked at her through and over the pastry case regularly as he looked up a video of how to make a cappuccino with the fancy espresso machine he'd kept. It turned out fine, although he couldn't make the pretty design on top. But eventually - after eight long minutes - he got it made and brought it to her.

He watched her take a sip, as if his whole life were riding on that one sip.

She smiled. She smiled and she looked just like she did before, just for a second. She turned to him, with that bright smile showing off her teeth. "It's perfect!"

She was perfect--is perfect.

"Y'know what?--wait right here." He had just made her drink, of course she would be there. But Gil still ran to the back, pulling out the pie he'd practised making while at the shop by himself. He cut out a slice, bringing it on the fanciest plate he'd kept with a cute little dessert fork and a little dollop of whipped cream.

"What's that?" she asked, having seen him coming from the window.

"Today's special," he smiled, setting it down in front of her gently. He could do this much, he resolved. He could give her a nice new memory of the place, unattached to him as Gilgamesh. He was just...some barista, who was slow at his job and made blueberry pies.

Thena took a bite and started glowing from the inside. She looked just as excited as she had when she had told him all about early models of Athenian legal systems. She looked like his Thena.

"It's amazing!" she exclaimed, turning those sparkling green eyes on him that made him feel like she'd shot him right through the heart.

"Oh," he breathed out a nervous laugh. He hadn't even tried it himself, having only thought of bringing her something to pull that frown off her beautiful face. "Good!--I'm glad it turned out."

"You haven't had any?" she asked, immediately pushing the plate over on the tiny table, as if it were a natural reflex. She even put her fork down, turning the plate so it faced him. "Try it."

He will never know why he did end up sitting down across from her. He was supposed to be keeping his distance. He was supposed to be letting her move on with her life. But instead he was sitting down with her, again, and eating desserts and talking and laughing, again.

Thena tilted her head at him as he took at bite of his hard work. "What's your name?"

He nearly choked on the bite he was chewing, but she naturally offered him a sip of her cappuccino to wash it down. She didn't seem to realise how natural it was for her to do it. Certainly she didn't seem to wonder why it seemed like something she had done a million times before.

"Gil," he answered after a long minute of debating whether or not to lie to her. He could have, of course, but...but he couldn't--of course he couldn't. "You?"

She smiled at him again, and goddammit if he didn't fall in love with her all over again. "Thena."

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Pit bonnie considers himself a great dad!

[pbnmj]

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

[everwalldigan]

I love the idea of all the robins kinda being clones of each other with just a few differences and a concussed Bruce not being able to tell who he’s squinting at so he just says generic statements and avoids saying any names

Bruce (sitting at the breakfast table): so… how’s the weather… dick?

Jason (grinning): you do know I’m gonna hold this against you for like, the next 2 months right

Bruce: (groans into his hands)

Bruce (walking into the living room): hey have you read through the files I gave you yesterday?

Dick: (confused cause he took a day off to surprise Bruce) ?

Bruce: so?

Dick: er… no?

Bruce: Dick?? What are you doing here?

Bruce (walks into the kitchen with a fresh concussion): Jason? I thought you were on a mission with the outlaws?

Tim: (frozen through mid fridge raid, having assumed they were past Bruce calling him Jason since yk. He’s a shit brickhouse now and Tim is, well, obviously not): uh?

Bruce: *turns around and leaves*

Bruce: Oh hey Cass, when did you arrive from Babs’?

Damian: (slowly turns around in the black hoodie he’s wearing) we’re not even the same gender

Bruce: (under his breath) yeah but the same height

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.

[utterdrip]

few clips ive gathered of astarion being worried/protective

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

AND BUMBLEBEE !!!!!!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Sun reviews Michael Afton’s art,,

[gaybuckybarnesss]

MANNY JACINTO Star Wars: The Acolyte UK Premiere

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.