#he's a beautiful man

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Artwork belongs to @neal-illustrator

Notes: This was partially inspired by The Island of Sea Women by Lisa Lee, a historical fiction depicting the history of the haenyeo (women divers) of Jeju Island during World War Two. A very good read, 10/10 would recommend! Considering of making this a small series :3

Context: (Name) comes from a lineage where all the women in her family are sent out at the age of 18 to live on a island far from the mainland for 15 years to learn to nurture and sharpen their skills for survival. When it is time for them to come home, they can either 1) be married off or 2) choose their own path of life. (Name) has been on the island for a total of 13 years, she is 31 years old.

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Pain. That is all he could feel.

Gods very much can't die–only fade away–but in his mind, Poseidon very much guesses this is how dying would feel. Every breath he took, every twitch, every splash of salt water against his open wounds—pain exploded throughout his nerves. Wave after wave, it didn't stop.

The sound of waves crashed against the rock he was left upon as the splash of the salted water sprayed upon his limp body, his trident not far from him—covered in his own ichor.

Stabbed by his own weapon and left to wallow in his humiliation and broken pride. His defeat was surely spreading rapidly across the realms, no doubt would he be faced with murmurs and jabs from those atop Olympus. Especially from his brother Zeus. He can already hear his annoying laugh from above.

Damn that Odysseus.

He strained to sit himself up, heaving painfully as his wounds pulsed and throb with protest. Ichor gushed from his wounds, covering the rocky surface with even more of the shimmering liquid.

In the many years he has lived, Poseidon never thought it was possible for a mortal to touch or better yet harm a god. Though, he never really tested this theory, did he? The only reason why mortals never dared to upset the gods was what the consequences may have been for them.

But what was he to do with this mortal? Anything he does to his island or family, the more does he risk the man hunting him down and stabbing him repeatedly. Scared, of a fucking mortal. He weakly scoffs, immediately regretting it when his lungs and throat flared with pain, a cough threatening to wrack through his wounded body.

He watches as the stormy clouds were slowing beginning to float away, transitioning from the almost black grey to pure white, rays of light peaking through and shining unto the glittering ocean. A drastic difference from what it was minutes ago.

A sudden thought crosses his mind, swirling, processing, and finally settling as he continues to watch the sky–blue eyes tracing the clouds various outlines.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, willing his body to cooperate.

They wouldn't notice his absence for a bit, right?

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Some believe living in isolation for long periods of time would drive even the strongest of warriors to insanity. And for most cases, that may be true. But that's not the case for your lineage.

Your head breaches the surface of the water, air rushing out of your lungs, making a short yet sharp whistling sound for all around to hear. Oxygen rushes back into your lungs, filling them with much needed air. Today has been another successful day of harvesting, swimming towards your small boat with what you caught flailing in your hands, attempting to escape.

Octopuses are quite tricky to catch to say, since you need to knock them out quickly before they rush away. Though it seems you didn't correctly knock this one out–no matter–with a swift hit from the hilt of your curved hook like tool, the octopus stopped it's flailing. Limp, but not dead.

You should hurry before it wakes.

Crawling into the boat, you place what you have caught in the wicker basket attached to the side of the boat–part of it submerged in the water that way whatever you caught stays alive–tightly securing the lid with a complicated knot before grabbing the paddles that were tied down to the floor of the cramped boat. Your goggles and equipment was unceremoniously thrown down in place of the paddles. That should be enough food for the next 3 days, you think, beginning to row back towards the island's shore.

Though, it would be a good idea to start preserving of what you caught, that way you're not over harvesting whenever you go out into the ocean... But you couldn't help yourself, constantly drawn to the water whenever the ocean called out to you, everytime you jumped into the water and are embraced by the soft pressure, marvelling at the beauty that lays hidden beneath the surface.

"The ocean is better than any mother," Recalling what your grandmother has once told you, "-for it will be here until the day you enter the fields of Asphodel, as it shall provide for you and comfort you, long after your own mother has passed on."

...

Longing filled your heart.

How much longer will it be till you see your family again? Thirteen long years it has been since you said your tearful goodbyes, yet everyday you still felt the absolute longing to be with your family once more.

To laugh without a care in the world with your siblings as you prank yet another one of the clueless villagers, collecting little pieces of small beauty alongside the sandy shore with your best of friends, enjoying the comfortable silences you have with your father as you both watched the sun rise over the horizon, teasing and chattering with your mother as you both roamed the halls late at night, and listening to the stories your grandmother told you whenever you were restless on certain nights.

...oh how you miss them..

Just two more years (name), two more years and you'll be home, you chided, shaking your head to rid of such negative feelings.

The feeling of the boat beaching onto the wet sand breaks you out of your thoughts, hurriedly detaching the wicker basket from the boat and tying it to your back before further pulling the boat ashore.

Well, time to get this day started, yeah?

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It wasn't often that Poseidon reverted to this form of his, since he didn't really have no need to–but he forgot how calming it felt to be in this form, it's such a drastic change from how he usually felt in his physical form. Though that's not the reason why he reverted to this choice.

The agonizing pain he felt earlier was being soothed by the surrounding water, calming the nerves and instead replacing it will dull throbs. A temporarily balm to his wounds and pride. And with a small bit of shame on his part, admittedly a way of hiding from all the prying eyes of the realms.

He looks across his domain, watching as a school of fish passed by whilst being chased by a pod of dolphins. He turns his attention to his hands, familiarizing himself with his now transparent form, turning his hands and arms in different directions.

He has taken on a more watery body, his silhouette clearly outlined with a faint glow of white, but otherwise he was still solid.

How many millenia has it been?

Well, might as well become acquainted once more...

[tlou-obsessed]

#hearteyes motherfucker

[beautiful-bridgerton-boys]

You Don't Understand, I'm Obsessed 🔥🥵

[bumblegumprincess]

So, I watched Charlie's Angels(2000) and Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle (2003) and I'M OBSESSED.

Also, the Dylan/Thin man thing is a bit strange but, I actually am obsessing with it.

And, RODRIGO SANTORO IN THE SECOND ONE.

[michael-the-rouge]

Do I have to say it?

[gongyussy]

MONKEY MAN (2024)

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Also for ppl who don't know da/Dorian Pavus I have to clarify that when I say he 'lashes out in anger' I mean he literally just snaps petulantly, and maybe raises his voice in distress. So like really truly it is compelling to me rather than annoying/upsetting bc he doesn't ever get physical and he never once made me feel afraid or unsafe to be around him when he was upset which is like. the most important aspect of this to me. He has a normal, human response to being angry/upset/scared and he still never once puts another person in danger or in an uncomfortable position. And he still apologises for it. Dorian Pavus <333

I always love when Dorian lashes out in anger at the Inquisitor only to immediately rein it back in and apologise bc it shows how defensive and cutthroat he's had to get to keep himself safe from those who could and would and did harm him and he's been in this survival state for so long that he forgets sometimes who he's talking to when old wounds are picked at. he bites back out of reflex and then blinks and recognises the face of a friend who doesn't want to hurt him so he immediately softens and apologises. God I love you Dorian Pavus dragon age.

[miothle]

anaxa/goras/ 🌌

[tediousmalcontentt]

my favorite scene in all of literature is when Neil Josten wakes up in Columbia after being drugged, hurls an alarm clock at Aaron, dumps his water on the floor and throws the cup at Aaron, stuff his clothes down the toilet and squeezes out through the window, has the foresight to call Matt from a pay phone to protect his shit, hitch hikes back to campus, eyes back to brown?? shows up on Wymack’s door like 😜 and reveals he could speak German the whole time?? CHARACTER OF ALL TIME, that is a protagonist who knows how MOVE THE MFING PLOT ALONG

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[coldblood-gardens]

*holds a nail file* We gotta tidy up those nails

"I take GREAT care of my nails, thank you very much"

Alberich gives an indignant huff and flips his hair back, some ice dust sparkling in the light as he does so.

Fabulous

[bathylychnops]

ithiunk i hauve covid..

[kifaprokumiv]

THE GANG

[thebookbutterfly]

One of Simon Riley’s love languages is just The Stare TM.

Multiple times a day you will turn around and be faced with this giant man, just staring you down. Entirely locked in. Pupils the size of dinner plates.

Sometimes he’s in the corner of the room, other times he’s just looming over you. He’s so quiet it’s like he just appears out of thin air.

The poor man is like a moth drawn to a lamp. He can’t help it, he likes looking at you. :( Doing anything really. It’s an addiction more than a habit.

You don’t mind it. It’s kind of endearing seeing how wide his pupils dilate every time he catches a glimpse of you. ❤️

[kylemaclachlanfanatic]

New photos of Kyle MacLachlan for V Magazine, July 2024. A true silver fox. 😍❤️❤️‍🔥

[suntails]

let me out