#i kinda like this though

[reddamselette]

“So,” Thalia started with a smirk that turned into a teasing smile as she approached the table set outside a small, unknown cafe where Jason sat in a chair with sky blue irises looking away from the menu and at her. “What’s got you all glowing and lovesick, little brother?”

Jason laughed breathlessly and folded the menu closed, placing it on the surface as Thalia took her seat across from him and reached for the preordered water, the glass covered in droplets of condensation. As she drank through the straw, Jason scratched his cheek and glanced away. Before he could speak, he heard his sister snickering under her breath. “Shut up. You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

“I don’t need to. It’s all over your face, you know. You’re very vague in your letters and messages so tell me. Who is it?”

“Well, um,” Jason paused with a breath, rubbing his palms together and continued, “it’s a he. And he’s…we’re just friends. That’s all it is.”

Thalia nodded, stirring the ice with the straw. She tilted her head with a small smile, the teasing quality of the corner of her lips disappeared and she asked, “That’s all it is but you want something more, right? Why don’t you talk to him about how you feel?”

“Why didn’t you? With Reyna.”

They stared at each other for several passing, silent moments. The wind blew past with a breeze that rustled the loose strands of their hair and bit at the skin of their noses and cheeks. Thalia wasn’t smiling and the airy, light tone of Jason’s voice was much more harsh than he intended.

Thalia pursed her lips and set the glass on the table with a soft clink. Electric blue eyes found the passing cars that shrunk and disappeared into the horizon, listening to the soft chatter of pedestrians walking past with laughter and smiles or an aura of seriousness and melancholy.

“We never truly managed to say the things we want to say, do we?”

“No. We don’t.”

Thalia picked up the menu and flipped it over, scanning the contents of the ingredients of the meals listed along with the prices on the side in red print. “Tell him, Jay. Before you lose him too. Heartache…is never something I would want for you.”

[inmymagnetoera]

Consider this as a poll: who would you rather have sex with? Charles or Erik

[flowersfortheghost]

oh you really thought that i would keep my happy ending for my ghostflower fake dating au? as if- *changes the plot so there is more angst and a possible cliffhanger*

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[dyke-ass-fujoshi]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[aerequets]

the mortifying ordeal of being known

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I think with Yor being so perceptive, she picks up on little things often (like we saw in ch 103). i believe this would impact loid more so than the usual person, because he is a spy and fakes every part of himself, so to be seen is simultaneously desirable and horrifying. like, it makes him torn between wanting to accept and reciprocate the love, or distancing himself so that it doesn't happen again.

thats mostly what the last panel is about, that dichotomy between 'omg this person noticed this about me, is this love' and 'oh shit this person noticed this about me, is this Doom'

just some thoughts i had🤪

[tanoraqui]

I just love love love that there’s a guy wandering about Dungeon Meshi going, ‘but what are the socioeconomic and geopolitical consequences of this fantasy quest adventure, both while it’s ongoing and after its inevitable completion?! The skillset required to find and kill a Mad Mage is different than that required to responsibly, benevolently and effectively rule a kingdom. I personally must either find a good candidate, somehow make one, or, most likely, take on the whole Mageslayer/King role myself.” Except he doesn’t have the first skillset, and his whole party keeps dying while these highly competent chucklefucks wander past, kill and eat the monster, and save their bodies for the nth time. Kabru would demand to know if Aragorn is familiar with Gondorin tax law. His isekai energy is off the charts, because this is all exactly what I would do if dropped into a fantasy quest adventure, right down to repeatedly dying due to not actually being suited to the genre conventions.

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton winning that “idgaf” award in FNAF

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[isjasz]

[Day 228]

The true way to finding the mending book /J

[zzompi-nerddxd]

i made a vampire girl hehe >:33

(sorry if lighting or smth sucks)

[stars-obsession-pit]

The sound of John Constantine’s incredulous voice entered the meeting room before his body did. “Fight an Infinite Realms ghost? Are you insane?! Do you want to get us killed?”

Zatanna spun and almost snarled at him. “What would you have us do then, Constantine? Maybe you’re okay with sacrificing people sometimes, but we’re the heroes. We can’t just let it keep wreaking havoc. There’s no reported deaths yet, but we don’t know how long that’ll last.”

He leaned against the wall nonchalantly and lit a cigarette. “Well, what’s it yelling about?”

“What?”

He took a long drag before continuing. “Realms ghosts– they’re basically immune to our magic, but they’re easy marks if you know how to deal with ‘em. They all have some sort of Obsession. Just work with that and they’re remarkably simple to manipulate.” His voice turned to a grumble, “Doesn’t mean they can’t be a huge pain in the fucking ass sometimes though.”

Tapping some ash off his cigarette, he looked straight back into the room again. “So… what’re they yelling about?”

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Part 3 of Alastor's really bad awful day~ What's worse than having to go on a fake date with your rival ? Your other rival (one-sided) deciding to play paparazzi, of course.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 (end)

[akanemnon]

It could get worse and it DID get worse

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[astradyke]

also must say i am REALLY fucking with this level of phandom-dan&phil interaction right now. the bits are immense. we are communicating. we are locked in a war of pettiness at all time. dan and phil have had to address several allegations including "we made our sims ugly" and "phil did not literally dox our house". idk. nature is healing and ive never felt so joyous being so annoying <333

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.