#i need the box set Right Now

[stephofromcabin12]

I saw this headcannon somewhere I forgot it’s somewhere on here but

Pollux breaking mirrors because he doesn’t want to look at castors face

:(

I see this headcanon and raise you:

He doesn’t because he wants to see his brother again, and this is the closest he gets to being with him.

Castor would not want him to hide away in grief. He’d be horrified at the idea of Pollux being unable to look himself in the eye.

Dionysus is tied to the afterlife in quite a few ways. There’s a distinct aspect of facing your own mortality tied to his revelry. You must celebrate because every day could be your last. If you haven’t experienced the highs and lows of human emotion, have you really lived?

If you travel into the underworld, facing the worst of the worst in terms of despair and loss and tragedy, but never crawl out to compare it to life, what’s the point of your suffering?

And if there is no point, then why stay there just for the sake of giving up hope.

Pollux wouldn’t stay that deep in grief. Maybe at first. But he’d circle around. Look at him in The Last Olympian. He’s the exact opposite of avoidant. He breaks his arm and offers to fight with the other. He’s not going to give up. He’s going to keep going, because that’s what Dionysus would do. That’s what Castor would have done.

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[absolutelyzoned]

screaming crying pounding my head against the floor im gonna throw up AAuhUGH ..ROACH . .. im so NOT normal over this mid ass videogame!!!!!!!!!!

[mariyekos]

Decided it's time to let go/donate some of my books since my bookshelves are overflowing. Goodbye, parts 1-3 of JJ/BA. You were a great interest when I was 17-18, but those days have passed... Hopefully someone else can enjoy you!

[ducktollers]

sorry ive got more spideryapping to do i gotta get it out of my system

[keeps-ache]

well! that project's out of my brain now :) now what

[majflodder]

The start and end of every day should be narrated by Rod Serling like an episode of The Twilight Zone

[avatardoggo]

THIS MAN MADE ME A WEBSITE FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥹😫😣😳😭🥰

[dark-twist-fairytales]

New fidget toy unlocked: Rubber duckie.

[hxneylavendxr]

dragon dan heng. tomorrow.

i have not played in so long but i have updated my game and WILL find time to grind for his ass

tomorrow...?

[little-eye-guy]

does anyone else ever feel (mentally) like your hands are still dirty after washing them

[dravidious]

Step 1: Be able to click a thing and drag it around

Step 2: Create my own Trauma Center from scratch >:D

[windownextdoor]

THE NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR

plot + sfw + nsfw + slightly!insecure!reader wc: 794 reader has never had a reliable man in her life, so she's learned to do stuff on her own, until simon. pt. 2

when your landlord said that simon was a 'piece of work'-

you had no clue what he meant.

simon was a gentleman through and through. he wasn't an asshole, nor did shady shit.

and, he was a good neighbor.

after he had put up your groceries for you, you exchanged names and numbers. in his own words to, "call anytime y'need help. landlord doesn't do shit." you and him exchanged 'good mornings' about everyday after that because he smoked in the mornings and the week after that, you baked him cookies.

he seemed like a chocolate chip kinda guy, a guy with a secret sweettooth. you may have burned yourself once, maybe twice trying to get the pan out of the oven but it was worth it once you could see his reaction.

if he'd open his damn door.

"simon? hello?" you knocked a couple times, no answer. you walked to the corner of your conjoined sidewalk that led to the parking lot in your complex, hm, no sign of simon's car.

you chalked it up to shopping. or going to work. even though, you hadn't seen him leave his house at all when you knew he was over there.

maybe he was a shady neighbor.

please don't be a serial killer, please don't be a serial killer-

your concern deepend the next day, when your knocking got the same response.

silence.

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two weeks had passed until you heard a grunt and curse outside of your door. you immediately sprung to open it, leaving your dinner on the table, finally catching simon about to open his own door.

"simon, where-" you stopped yourself when you saw what he looked like as he turned to face you; exhaustion painted over his face, eyebags, his hair greasy.

a frown set on your lips, questions ran through your mind, you exhaled a small breath, "...i have some extra dinner, you want some? you look like you need it." you asked, a softness in your voice that he looked like he needed, pushing all questions to the back of your head.

all you got was a slump of the shoulders, so you turned around and left the door open for him to follow you.

simon closed the door behind him, you could see him visibly relax as he inhaled and exhaled, getting himself situated at your dining table.

you pushed a takeout box in front of him, "eat. you want some water?" you asked, simon's eyes flicking up to yours. you could see the silent thank you in them, and a nod of the head.

you walked over to your fridge and opened it, grabbing an ice cold water before walking back over to simon, putting it in front of him.

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"i made you cookies about two weeks ago."

"was on deployment." simon had finished his food and almost two entire water bottles. your eyes widened a fraction, but then you pieced it together, the physique, the demeanor-

"oh." was all you could say. of course, he was a military man. "had no clue."

his eyebrows raised lazily, "that all?"

"thought you'd be meaner."

that made him chalk up a raspy, deep laugh before silence settled over you both. for a man that you'd known for about a month, the silence wasn't uncomfortable. even though, most of the month you were worrying about where he was.

before you could ask continous questions, he spoke, "y'still have those cookies?"

a small grin spread across your face, "no, simon. they'd be hard and crunchy if i kept them."

a huff of air came from him, like, like- was he pouting?

"simon- are you pouting right now?" you asked, covering your mouth to keep a laugh from bubbling out of you. you got a muttered response.

you giggled before standing up, "did you...want to make some more?"

"yes."

"that's all you had to say." you smiled as you got up and went to your kitchen to get out another chocolate chip cookie mix.

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simon and you moved in tandem with each other as you worked around your kitchen.

flour, water, eggs-

you were mixing the bowl when you felt a hand grasp your hip.

you stopped. completely.

you couldn't turn around, so you looked up, the cabinet above you; opened. simon grabbing something, because you were not focused on that. until he looked down, your eyes locking.

you could feel his breath hitting your forehead, the world felt slowed down before he shut the cabinet. a tiny tilt of his head before squeezing your hip and letting go. leaving you to keep doing whatever he was doing.

you looked back at your bowl, starting to stir again.

he was going to stay a friendly neighbor, right?

wrong.

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pt. 3

note: did not mean to make this so fucking short, but ya girl is on a time crunch and this is all i could do. promise youll get a longer one on pt.3!

[444venicebitch444]

Something something TF 141 gets a new secretary because their old one decided to finally retire, and you show up.

A sweet little thing, no military experience, all shy smiles and nervous chuckles, punctual and neat.

You take care of their paperwork, their mail, schedule their meeting, bring them coffee, and most importantly it’s not half bad to have a good set of legs and a pretty face to look at.

Price was a right gentleman, a nicer boss than you could’ve ever expected from a military man, and Soap and Gaz really had your confidence going whenever they made their flirtatious quips (which was everyday, really).

Ghost, though? Ghost was exactly what you’d expected after hearing the stories: a stoic, intimidating man who spoke in grunts and monosyllables, and who was, in your opinion, quite rude.

Did the man have no manners? Had his mother not taught him to say ‘thank you’?

You tried making an extra effort with him, your need to be liked overpowering your annoyance towards the lieutenant, because you intended to keep this job; the pay was great, it was a short drive from your apartment and you weren’t going to let a guy who wore a bloody skull balaclava everyday ruin this for you.

So you smiled more, made your good mornings and good afternoons sweeter, same as the tea you’d leave on his desk everyday at 4 pm sharp, and the little squiggly hearts you’d draw on the post it notes on top of his files. 

And when Simon’s grunts started mutating into full fledged sentences, and he actually told you a joke, you found yourself grinning, more out of self satisfaction than because of whatever ridiculous pun he’d said in that deep, rumbling voice of his.

For you, it was over, your plan had worked, and now all your bosses liked you, getting rid of that lingering uneasiness in the back of your head. 

For Simon, on the other hand? You’d unlocked Pandora's box, if said box contained the lieutenant’s affection (obsession) for you.

It was true, he hadn’t liked you at first: you disrupted the routine, the practised flow of the office, and gave Johnny and Kyle an excuse to be fucking insufferable in their working space instead of only in the shitty pubs where they’d drag him after shifts. He was going to lose his fucking mind if he had to hear another “can’t walk into the office looking that good, darlin’. won’t let me get anything done”.

The worst part was that they weren’t wrong; you were pretty and Simon couldn’t deny that. I mean, what did anyone expect, for him to not shoot a look at your arse in those tight trousers? He was but a man.

But when you started your little routine, it sent him down a spiral. What the fuck was your problem? Why would you draw a bloody heart next to the note that reminded him about his debrief? 

What you hadn’t understood, though, was that with a man like Simon Riley, that wasn’t just being nice, it wasn’t getting him to like you. it was an enablement of his ugly heart, something that fed the flames of his desires, because why else would be making him tea? that was practically a wedding vow, love. 

So he decided that you were his, that he didn’t need to discuss it with you because you already worried your pretty, little head too much with work and what future husband would he be if he didn’t try to make your life easier?

That included tellin Kyle to fuck off when he flirted with you, giving you a lift when your car broke down (which had absolutely nothing to do with simon messing with its battery), and helping you find your cat when it ran away (the fucking thing had scratched the hell out him when he’d taken it to that alleyway). 

The most important part of his duties, however, was watching you, making sure you were safe. Because who was gonna do it if not him? certainly not your, in his assessment, untrustworthy friends.

And your locks were so easy to pick, it had only taken him one try.

So Simon watched as you read a book and bought the same the very next day, he watched you prepare meal after meal with the nutritional value of a brick and made a mental note to make you something healthy when he’d finally cook for you, and he watched as you came out of the shower, completely enthralled.

Unfortunately, he had no way of looking into your bathroom but you’d walk into your room wrapped only in a towel so he wasn’t going to be too picky. Especially not when he got to see you rub that vanilla scented lotion that drove him insane into your soft skin, or drop the fluffy towel to the ground only to cover the delicate swell of your breasts with your pyjama top.

His favourite part, however, was without doubt when you’d lie against your pillows, your fingers dipping below your waistband. His sweet bird, not so innocent after all. 

His body would burn as he watched, his hands aching to replace your fingers, his tongue wetting his lips because it couldn’t touch yours.

He held onto every tiny gasp, every quiet whine, knowing that he’d make you sound so much better.

But he was patient and he was going to do things properly, take his time: take you to dinner, buy you gifts, eventually give you the ring he’d already bought. He wasn’t a total wanker, lovie.

So for now he was going to be satisfied with watching you and stealing your panties, offering a gruff “morning, sweetheart” the next day.

[thribby]

If youtube is getting past ublock origin and demanding that you turn off your adblocker, here is a solution from reddit which worked for me: https://old.reddit.com/r/uBlockOrigin/comments/1hir4z6/youtube_filtering_again/m30vhjh/ After you uncheck the "ublock filters - quickfixes" box, make sure to also click "apply changes."

if you recheck the "ublock filters - quickfixes" box and click "apply changes," youtube will be able to detect the adblocker again, so i guess for now don't do that.

Edit from one day later:

They removed the comment, here are the steps they gave: 1. Open uBlock Origin's settings. I click on the shield to the right of the url bar and then on the gear icon in the popup menu to get there.

2. Go to the "Filter lists" tab of the settings page. Not "My filters."

3. Find where it says "Built-in," underneath that it should say " "uBlock filters" with a number out of five. Next to that "x/5," there should be an arrow either facing to the right or downwards. If it's facing to the right, click it so it faces downwards and expands the list of Built-in filters.

4. In that list, you will find "uBlock filters - Quick fixes." Uncheck the box to the left of these words. When the box is unchecked, click "Apply changes" at the top of the page. Refresh any pages where youtube was whining about your adblocker, hopefully the message is gone and you're able to watch without any ads.

Yesterday when I first posted this, reactivating the quickfixes allowed youtube to detect the adblocker, but as of today it looks like they've updated the quick fixes so that you don't need to deactivate them to avoid youtube's detection. So, instead of deactivating and reactivating the quick fixes, you can probably just manually update them by clicking the clock icon to the right of where it says "quick fixes"

[machveil]

HEY IM BACK TO BOTHER UU

OK IMAGINE THIS

simon seeing how you always coo at babies you see in public (grocery store, shopping, park, etc) and he decides then and there that you WILL be the mother of his children. and like maybe he never even wanted kids but after this happens one or two times he is SET on it.

idk just a thought that i had to share!

I am listening so hard

Simon gets hit with baby fever hard, he doesn’t even know what baby fever is - he just sees you with chunky little babies and snotty kids and something in his brain goes off. he just gets the itch to make you a mom, the urge to buy those stupid little baby shoes that look so fucking cute and why don’t you have a baby now—

Simon isn’t subtle either, he’ll silently guide your shopping trips so you end up in baby aisles, little onesies and pacifiers on display. you don’t even have a kid, but Simon picks up a cute little ducky pacifier and sets it in the cart. “Simon? We don’t need tha—”, turning his back to you, he just sets off out of the aisle, “Might.”, he mumbles

Simon who empties your guest your room one day, paint buckets in hand. he claims to just be ‘redoing’ the room, also lovie, if a box for a crib gets delivered call for him - Simon will sign for it! he’s like a man possessed, just mutters something about, “Could ‘ave a permanent guest…”, and it leaves you chuckling. he’s even got the 141 over to help, Gaz helping Simon paint while John squared try to assemble the crib

Simon who acts shocked when you tell him you’re pregnant, pretends to be innocent, “Really? How could tha’ ‘ave happened?”. he’s extremely excited even though he’s keeping a straight face, but you can tell - his fingers are tapping against his thighs and he’s bouncing his leg a little. and what a coincidence, Simon somehow predicted you’d need a nursery! good thing he converted that guest room, right doll?