#i wish this was a joke like how does that even happen

[sporadicallyanenthusiast]

It's interesting, because I'm reading a Brazilian Portuguese translation and I've been finding some differences from the English one, which I suspect may be truer to the original Greek. For example, in Portuguese, Menelaus is described as a blond instead of a ginger, and Athena is described with green eyes instead of gray. So I think that's the reason there might be a misconception on my part, since in the scene when Menelaus tells Telemachus what he knows about Odysseus, he says Proteus told him so after Menelaus captured him, instead of it being a dream.

I mean, if it had been described as a dream, it'd be very understandable why he wouldn't say anything! That's not trustworthy information you just go sharing out of nowhere, indeed. But since it was a prophet God that told him that (in the book I'm reading, at least), I thought it was a bit jarring he didn't try to warn anyone, you know?

Especially after he told Telemachus he liked Odysseus so much, he'd empty the island of Ithaca and relocate all of its inhabitants to Laconia, make a whole new kingdom for Odysseus there, just so they could rule nearby each other. Which is why I made the gay joke, by the way haha It's my first time reading Ancient Greek mythology and I admit I was caught off guard by such an earnest expression of Menelaus' love for his friend. Honestly, I get it, I would do the same for my best friends! Haha And I agree, I don't ship them either (even tho I haven't read the Iliad yet - yeah, I know 🥲) and I think it should be more normal to express how much we care about our friends the way Menelaus does.

Regardless, you are right the poor man had enough on his plate already.

And when you put it like that, indeed it's an awkward letter lol

Still, maybe I'm projecting too much here, but if I were in Penelope's or Telemachus' place, I'd like to know something, anything. As useless as the information may sound. They knew Odysseus didn't die in the Trojan War, so what happened? I'd find some semblance of comfort in knowing someone heard my loved one is still alive and he wants to get back to me. I can understand where Menelaus would be coming from, if he thought knowing wouldn't help Penelope of Telemachus at all, but if it were my husband or my father, I'd be furious no one told me.

And maybe it's wishful thinking on my part, but who knows, Penelope might have had some leverage to hold the suitors back in that scenario. It would be extremely disrespectful to try for the Queen's hand if there's a chance the King's still alive. And maybe then Telemachus would have had a chance to prove himself earlier, to show he is already a man and capable of taking over the throne, if he had traveled to look for his father sooner. I mean, Athena herself goes to Telemachus and essentially asks him "Why don't you finally kick those men (the suitors) out of your palace? Why don't you go try to get information about your father?". So maybe having a lead earlier on may have had saved them some of the trouble. At least that's what I was thinking when I read that scene.

And yes, you're right! There is a chance Menelaus did try to send a letter and it never arrived. And maybe he thought he ought to "repeat" the whole story to Telemachus, since the poor boy went through the trouble of getting to Sparta and asking him about Odysseus in person.

Well, at the end of the day, you are the scholar here, I'm just reading those myths for the first time hahaha. To be honest, I wrote the og post as a silly joke when I was half asleep, I didn't expect it to get any attention at all. So I apologize for any misinformation I may have spread on accident!

Telemachus is so much stronger than me for real. Cause if I had traveled for days, by sea AND land, arrived at the palace of my father's friend and my mother's cousin to humbly ask if they know anything about my missing father and instead of just fucking telling me already, this mf started a monologue about how gay he is for my dad and about the time he captured a God that granted him wishes three, I'd already be telling him to Hurry The Fuck Up. IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY.

But if the same motherfucker then turned around and told me that he had known FOR YEARS NOW that my dad is trapped on an island AND THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T TELL ANYONE!!!! NOT A SINGLE LETTER!!! I would have already strangled Menelaus with that fucking blond hair of his in front of his wife and children, unhelpful son of a bitch.

[hug-me-hard-so-i-dont-forget-you]

Plot points I hope to see in season 8b/9

(this is long because the writers have a lot to make up for)

• Airport scene

• Eddie gives Buck his St. Christopher necklace

• Buck's coping mechanism of briefly turning into slutty Buck 1.0 after Eddie leaves. Only this time it's with guys that resemble Eddie but he doesn't notice. Maddie does. And she wishes desperately that she wasn't pregnant so she could drink

• Buck actually uses the word bisexual or bi to describe himself

• Finally getting to see Eddie's sisters. And maybe while he's in Texas he facetimes Buck and they come into frame. And in true little sister fashion, they embarrass him: "Oh, Edmundo! Is this the Buck we keep hearing about? He IS cute!"

"I never said that!"

Buck: "...you don't think I'm cute? 🥺"

• Maddie, Sofia, and Adrianna meeting and bonding over their dumbass brothers

• Everyone else finds out that Buck is in Eddie's will and they all just stand there, mouths agape cuz how THE FUCK do they not know they're in love?? Everyone else can see it!

• Buck tells literally everyone at the 118 about his feelings for Eddie because he needs advice. And Chim makes a joke like,

"He already has everyone crushing on him! Why can't someone have a crush on me for once??"

"...dude, you're my brother-in-law."

"So?? We don't have to tell Maddie!"

• Buck admits his feelings but Eddie ends up not leaving so Buck avoids him out of embarrassment like jk pranked ya!

• Buck NDE because I NEED to see Eddie lose his shit

• Or they both have a close call and later have a serious 'spousal' discussion about what would happen to Chris if they both died. And then they share a moment of comradery, trash talking Helena & Ramon and hoping they never get custody again

• Speaking of Shitty Parents 2.0 (Shitty Parents 1.0 being the Buckley's) we need more screen time hating on Helena. Ramon got multiple scenes showing how awful he is and Eddie calling him out on it. But Helena is a selfish woman that keeps trying to manipulate Eddie into giving her Chris. And even when Eddie tries to keep in contact with his son while he's in Texas she just brushes him off and doesn't try to get Chris to talk to him. All because she got her way so she doesn't care, pushing Eddie further into his pit of self-hatred. And for that she must be punished

• Eddie talking to Bobby about his Catholic guilt in relation to his sexuality. And then going to Michael for advice about the transition of believing he's straight and having a heterosexual marriage and family to where he is now. The 3 of them need to go on a fishing trip or something. They'd have it all sorted out within the weekend

• Eddie and Maddie having ANY kind of interaction on screen. The writers know that if they teamed up they'd be besties instantly and they're keeping that from us!

• Chris needing dating advice but as soon as his dad tries to help he cuts him off like: "Not from you, you're obviously gay and all of your straight relationships sunk like the Titanic. But thanks anyway. Hey Buck!"

"Wtf? His relationships weren't great either!"

• Eddie having more discussions with Hot Priest™️ about his guilt and he just smiles fondly at Eddie, "I don't know about you, but my god doesn't judge. Not when someone lives their truth. I think you're more afraid of your family's judgement. If I were you, I'd go back and think of every time I thought God was judging me and consider the possibility that I was putting Him in place of my parental figures." and Eddie just blue screens for many minutes as Hot Priest™️ patiently waits for him to catch up as if he hadn't just changed his entire fucking life

• A scene where either Hot Priest™️ or Bobby or Buck asks him: "Would you judge Christopher if he questioned his sexuality?" "What? No." "Would you tell him to go to confessional or try to pray it away?" "Of course not!" "Would you ever discourage him to be anything less than who he truly is? Or stop him from doing something that makes him happy?" "No!" "Then why do it to yourself? Why set that example? Even if it turns out your parents or Abuela aren't comfortable with you exploring your sexuality, you can always do better than them. Break the cycle for the one person who matters most to you. Be happy, be yourself, be what you want to be, not what others expect from you. And I know you, you won't do it for you. So do it for Christopher. Show him that it's okay, great even, to be you."

• Josh getting all giddy while talking to Eddie like he did when Buck asked for gay dating advice

• Eddie talking to Hen and Karen about how they coped with their foster kids leaving. Like, how do wake up every morning to a quieter house and empty bedrooms, knowing the breakfast table is going to be lonely? They exchange bittersweet looks and hug him

I will accept no less than 80% of this becoming canon. Thank you and good night.

[rhyrhy]

Slut me out - series ˚ · .˚ ༘🦋⋆｡˚

Football! Fuckboy! Abby Anderson x female reader!

Cw: toxic relationships, language, college/ modern setting Abby!, no talks on body or race specifics! Player! Abby.

MDNI - mlist for previous chapters

Chapter six: overtime

(Flashback) November 15th, two months ago

“gross, grab a napkin” Abby teased, watching you accidentally make mess with your ice cream. A goofy grin spread on her face.

Yes, that date you went on? was totally one of those cheesy, ice cream dates, with wandering around the city hand in hand. The kind of date that would make you cringe if it weren’t happening to you. You both giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. seeing that side of her had your stomach flipping with butterflies. It was a complete contrast to the heavy flirting you guys had been doing. It felt so real. So, for a moment you really thought,

this is someone I could really fall for.

Present, January 22nd, 11:40 pm

You’d been in bed, mindlessly through Instagram, your chest tightening as you skips past photos of the party from the night before.

It was a shit show, you two couldn’t seem to keep your hands off each other.

‘Just this once..please’ Abby plea from the bathroom filled your thoughts. Damn it, why do you keep doing this to yourself. What is her goal, to confuse you? Keep you as a booty call? ugh!

Your finger hesitates over one post—a shot of Abby with her teammates, beer in hand, smiling like nothing is wrong. Smiling like she hadn’t been tongue deep between your legs, a few minutes before the picture. Her carefree grin that used to draw you in, now only makes you feel bitter.

Setting the phone down, you let out a frustrated sigh and leans back on your fluffy pillows. Your eyes wander to a small photo stuck to the corkboard above the desk. a candid from November. Abby’s arm hanging down, fingers laced with yours. The memory floods back, uninvited but vivid.

Why did you have to ruin this, Abby? You mutter to no one. You closes your eyes,

You close your eyes, and the past begins to take over.

——-

(Flashback) November 15th, two months ago

“You’re telling me that’s your go-to flavor? Strawberry? That’s so basic, abs.”

“Basic? You’re literally eating (your fav flavor) . That’s the flavor of someone who couldn’t make a decision.”

“Excuse me? This is a classic. Yours is…pink. What does that even say about you?” You roll your eyes

.”It says I have taste And, clearly, better judgment than you.” Abby grins and shrugs nonchalantly.

—-

“Ah, it’s dripping! Quick, grab a napkin or something!”

“Gross, grab your own napkin. You’re the messy one here.”

You fumble attempting to clean the ice cream with the tiny napkin you’d got from the shop. Abby laughs again, shaking her head before offering her own napkin

“Wow, what a hero. You’re really saving the day here.” You chuckle

“You’re welcome. I’ll add it to my list of good deeds.” Abby smiled wide

You both laugh again, but there’s something softer in the air now. You glances down at the hands laced together, still loosely connected from when Abby pulled you over.

“You’re kind of full of surprises, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to maintain.” Abby joked

——-

Present, January 22nd, 11:40 pm

and now all you could do is wish you would’ve taken her warning.

You bit your lip, that bittersweet ache spreading in your chest. It was almost cruel how happy you both looked in the photo, as if nothing had ever gone wrong. As if Abby hadn’t spent the weeks after that night pretending you didn’t exist. As if her apology at the party wasn’t just a fleeting moment of guilt before she reverted to the same hot-and-cold game you’d been trapped in since.

You locked your phone and threw it onto the bed with a sigh. Leaning back against the headboard, you stared up at the ceiling, replaying the memory of that night like a movie you couldn’t turn off.

It wasn’t just the ice cream or the silly teasing. It was the way she looked at you, the way she laughed at your bad jokes like they were the funniest thing in the world. The way she had leaned in closer every time she spoke, like she couldn’t get enough of you.

For a moment, you had let yourself believe it. Believe her. You broke those rules.

That night felt like the first real glimpse of something more—a side of Abby that wasn’t all bravado and charm, but warmth and vulnerability. It was enough to make you think that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t just another girl she’d forget about the moment she got bored.

But then you woke up the next morning to a cold, empty silence. No texts. No calls. Just radio silence.

You shook your head, trying to push the memory away, but it clung to you like a shadow. A knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, you alive in there?” Layla’s voice called from the hallway.

“Yeah, come in,” you said, your voice hoarse.

Layla stepped in, a concerned look on her face. She glanced at your phone on the bed and then back at you. “Still thinking about it?”

You shrugged, avoiding her gaze. “Not really. Just…you know, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” Layla said firmly, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Look, I know she messed with your head, but that doesn’t mean what you felt wasn’t real. And it doesn’t mean you have to beat yourself up for it.”

“I just don’t get it,” you admitted. “That night felt…different. Like, for a second, I thought maybe she actually cared. But now? I don’t even know what’s real anymore.”

Layla sighed, nudging you with her shoulder. “Maybe it was real. But that doesn’t mean she’s capable of giving you what you need.”

You nodded slowly, her words settling like a weight in your chest. Layla gave you a small, reassuring smile. “C’mon, let’s do something to get your mind off it. Movie night? Or we could cyberstalk her and leave anonymous hate comments on her posts?”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Suit yourself,” Layla said, standing up. “But seriously, don’t let her mess with your head any more than she already has. You deserve better than that.”

As she left the room, you picked up your phone again, staring at the frozen image of you and Abby on the screen.

…Maybe Layla was right. Maybe it was time to stop letting Abby take up so much space in your head.

And like the devil herself heard you…

You stared at the screen, torn. Layla’s words from earlier echoed in your mind—You deserve better than that. And you knew she was right. You did deserve better.

But another part of you—the part that still remembered her goofy grin as she teased you about the ice cream, or the way her hand felt in yours that night—couldn’t let go of the idea that maybe, just maybe, this time she meant it…? No, no.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long moment before you typed (see second photo)

You needed to choose yourself this time.

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Taglist cuties: @deadbolted @grey-jedi12 @ceylnisgone @evabby @abby-anderson-wifey @icedsimpsayo @elle-girlylesbian

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Last episode next! don’t jump me for the ending chat 💞😭

[leschanceux]

Gordy's been at that age where he feels like he doesn't need to discuss things with his parents very often for a while now. Some kid at school making comments? He can sort it by himself, doesn't need adult intervention ( at least not from home ). Issues with his homework or a teacher or a grade on a test? He can deal with it, doesn't need to delay going to bed in order to talk things through. Maybe it's a shame, but it doesn't feel like a major issue; he still talks to his parents about things, but when he does, it's because things are serious and / or he genuinely needs help to work something through.

Dad's always heard him out, no matter the issue, the time or the place --- Gordy's never not been able to talk to either of his parents, but especially his dad. This, though? This is uncharted territory for Gordy, anxiety-inducing on just how quickly the situation in the park had escalated to the point he'd just needed to escape and come home to the familiarity and safety just stepping through the front door could bring.

His eyes flick over to Dad's laptop and work pile when they're indicated, but he's too cried out by now to feel bad for interrupting; he's too cried out to do much more than slump down onto the tabletop, head resting on his arms as he watches his father pour out a glass of lemonade. Now that his emotions aren't running so high, he'd like nothing more than to crawl into bed, pull the covers up over his head and just sleep for a year, especially at the thought of returning to school to face those boys again tomorrow.

The disappointment of being denied homeschooling is, for the most part, for show; Gordy hadn't really expected anything else ( it's not the first time he's asked over the years ), but there's still some part of him that wishes that just this once, Dad would agree and he'd never have to go back to confront the reality of the afternoon. "But the foreign exchange is still on the table, right?" A joke that falls a little flat - Gordy takes a sip of lemonade and a couple of breaths, turning instinctively into the hand on his shoulder ( he hates to be the cause of Dad's serious expression ).

"I just really don't want to go back tomorrow," he admits quietly, running a finger absently around the rim of his drinking glass, "even if Howie and Chloe are going to be there, and I'll see Josh and Sami after." The offer to have a word with Gordy's teachers is met, again, with a strong no! Christ, all he wants is one day to himself, one day to get his head straight and stop the sickening feeling of dread from taking over completely. Telling the teachers what had happened would only lead to more issues later on; the only way through this was to keep his head down and get good enough grades to go away to uni, really ( and it was shaping up to be a long couple of years ). "---Living room, please."

A SMALL NOD; accepting silently that Gordy would tell Kate at his own time – and there was nothing he could say against that. It wasn’t his story to tell, and he had always left the children the freedom to talk about whatever they wanted to talk about at whatever time they wanted to talk about it. Sometimes it ended in a very long night because the topic, picked surely just as distraction from the bedtime, turned into something actually serious. But he listened. He didn’t discourage the children by telling them to stop, just because it was getting late. TRUST was the keyword, wasn’t it? Sure, he wanted the kids to love him as their father, but wasn’t TRUST an important part of it, too?

“Chloe made the lemonade – I don’t reckon your mum did owt but stand there and keep an eye on things. But it’s sound. I had a glass earlier to get me motivated, y'know…” He nodded towards the abandoned paperwork and the laptop; a smile blooming again on his lips. Always trying to ease the tension – and the situation had brought a lot, making the air thick enough to cut with a knife. And even though it was slowly getting better, they were still a long way away from it being WELL again.

Gordy’s eyes were still red from crying; clearly visible even from the distance that Ed had brought between them, simply to get his son something new to drink. Hard not to sigh at it again. Compassion for his son as well as anger towards the boys who had done this to him, fighting a battle beneath a calm surface, while he had turned around to get a glass out of the cupboard. Another moment later, he took the jug of lemonade from the fridge and filled the glass, before returning the jug to the fridge and moving the glass over to the kitchen table.

He sat down again, just as Gordy tried again. COULDN’T HIDE THE HINT OF HIS SMILE THIS TIME. “ – Gordy, I can’t just keep ya off school. Your mum’s gonna be askin’ questions, an’ I doubt we’ll manage all that paperwork to get ya sorted for a year abroad in the next few hours – especially when we can’t reach anyone at yer school any more. An’ your mum’s clever enough to homeschool ya, but the school you’re at is proper good. You’re a smart lad, learnin’ loads more than I – maybe even your mum – knows. So homeschoolin’ ya's not on, nah.” Placed a hand on Gordy’s shoulder and shook his head gently as his expression turned more serious again.

“I get it. Must feel like I'm askin' you to jump off a cliff tomorrow, right? But I promise ya it won’t be that bad. You’ve got Howie and Josh, and Chloe too. You can ring me anytime, sound? – I could give you a lift to school tomorrow and maybe have a word with your teachers? Part of me thinks that might just make it worse, to be honest, but I’ll do whatever I can to make it easier for ya. But keepin' you home for the rest of the year just ain't on. – An’ now, 'ave a sip of that lemonade. Then we can find summat to take yer mind off things, till I can have a word wit’ yer mum about Howie an’ Josh stayin’ over. Campin' in the garden or in the livin’ room?”

[snzluv3r]

Have you ever had an allergic fit but couldn’t see what was making you sneeze?

oh my god YES this is so embarrassing and it sounds fake typing it out but long story short yes LOL.

i had a falling out with a friend couple years ago but she still had my favorite shirt in the entire world and for some reason instead of mailing it straight to me she mailed it to my gf at the time. my gf and i both kept forgetting about the shirt so it sat in an (open) box in my gf’s apartment for MONTHS until WE had a falling out & broke up, and she had to then mail it back to me.

i got the shirt in the mail after not seeing it for literal months and for some stupid reason i just assumed it was still clean (because i knew my old friend had washed it before she sent it to my ex) and i was so excited to have it back that i just had to put it on right when i opened the package

i feel like a key factor here is that every single one of us has adhd, so the shirt would sit in a box or on a desk waiting to be mailed for weeks and months at a time (we all suck it’s true). another very key factor is that in their two households combined, they had SEVEN cats—and i am extremely allergic to all seven of them.

of course, that thought never once crossed my mind when i was putting the shirt on and actually didn’t cross my mind until the next morning (dumb and embarrassing!!!!!) so i just went to watch a movie with my friends thinking nothing of it.

less than half an hour after putting it on my eyes started watering and getting really itchy so i rubbed them (i thought it was a regular itch, and therefor would be solved by scratching it) and they kept getting itchier no matter how much i rubbed them. i went to the bathroom to look at my eyes and see if maybe something was in my contact, which was when i saw that my eyes were actually Really red (like, allergic, red) and starting to swell up.

i still had no idea what i was reacting to but i figured it was a weird reaction to dust or something around me and just tried to stop touching my eyes so they didn’t swell up anymore. i went back to the movie and my nose started running and getting really tickly, especially when i sniffled which had become almost constant within five minutes of being back. i felt like i was going to sneeze but it wasn’t the worst tickle, just one of those tingly allergic ones that starts in your eyes and you can almost feel it as it spreads down your sinuses. i figured it was from whatever was bothering my eyes and tried not to focus on how itchy i was, but i started to hitch a little and the tickle went from more of a tingling to a suddenly urgent itch. i barely had time to get my arm up to cover my first sneezes, which were fully stifled and almost completely silent but still made me want to disappear from embarrassment.

i stifled tiny fits of doubles and triples for maybe five more minutes before some of my friends noticed and started asking if i was okay, which made it all the more embarrassing, and i could literally feel my cheeks heating up to match my red eyes and nose. i insisted i was fine and tried my best to hold my breath and will the tickle to go away but trying so hard not to sneeze made it 10x worse (shocking, i know)

i started sneezing again minutes later and managed to stifle ten sneezes in a row before the tickle spread into the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, and i knew i was completely fucked. i don’t remember how many unstifled sneezes i let escape before i got out of my seat and out of the theatre but it felt like a million and i was so embarrassed. my eyes were so itchy now that they felt like they were burning, and tears were starting to stream down my face by the time i got back into the bathroom.

i blindly grabbed a handful of paper towels from the dispenser and locked myself in a stall to continue my fit which lasted for the entire rest of the movie and a while after we got home. keep in mind, i was STILL wearing the shirt, but there was still no connection in my mind between the shirt and my seemingly random allergy attack. to make it so much worse, in the car, when i ran out of paper towels, i started absentmindedly wiping my eyes with my shirt. in hindsight that didn’t do me any favors.

my sneezes started to slow down once i was in the car and didn’t feel as embarrassed or compelled to stifle but i kept rubbing my eyes (dumb!!!!!) which triggered the itch and made me start up again. none of us had any idea what i was allergic to so my friends were more concerned than they normally would be while i was just frustratingly confused as to what i could possibly be reacting to. it wasn’t pollen season and i only ever react this badly to hayfever or cats, but i hadn’t interacted with a cat in forever.

my friends went out to get some tissues and allergy meds while i showered, and i didn’t really stop sneezing until i fell into my benadryl induced coma and went to sleep for the night. the next morning my eyes were still considerably swollen and ridiculously bloodshot (my nickname for the day at work was fucking sn**p dog because i looked permanently stoned). after about the 5th time of explaining what was wrong with my eyes and why i was wearing my glasses, i had one of those epiphany moments where i literally stopped speaking and my jaw dropped.

both of the girls who had the shirt before me have 3+ cats. both of them left the shirt (freshly washed and clean) in open boxes in their rooms while they procrastinated mailing it. cats love boxes, especially to sleep in, and what’s a better cushion than a soft, clean t-shirt?

i wore a shirt that had been sat on by at least half of those seven cats, touching it with my hands and at some point accidentally touching my eyes. i was quite literally wearing a shirt covered in my biggest allergen for HOURS dumbfounded as to what could possibly be making me so sneezy.

the craziest part is that there really wasn’t any visible cat hair on the shirt, at least that anyone noticed. you’d think someone would point out if there were 5 colors of cat hair sticking to my shirt while i was actively having a mystery allergy attack. my theory is that my ex lint-rolled it before mailing it back to me, which got rid of the fur but not the dander. (i guess that answers the question of whether i am allergic to just the fur).

i was so shocked that i reacted THAT severely to secondhand allergen (one that i couldn’t even see) that i reached out to my ex to ask if the cats had been hanging out near the box before she sent it. the answer was yes by the way, it was all four of their favorite spot to sleep 🙃

side note—this was all during early-ish covid, so when i was sneezing the movie theatre it was all in a mask, which made the whole thing somehow a million times more humiliating. i kept stifling into elbow forgetting my sneezes were technically already covered

[vaguely-concerned]

obsessed with what we're meant to read out of rook's expression when taash starts to walk away in this scene. it feels like such an emotionally dense response from them, especially since they've only known taash or anyone else involved in these scenes for all of five minutes

sorry about the abysmal gif quality one day I'll learn how to make gifs properly yet that day is not today. but hello. rook. rook hello. what is this about. what's up with that. what are you thinking about. (also taash seeing that reaction and turning around to clarify that it IS what they wanted before they leave because they're upset, not unkind. aww.)

also flashback to this set of expressions rook makes later on, after the fangscorcher fight, if rook tells taash they're actually a lot like them beneath it all. taash apparently just consistently brings out some very tender rueful rook faces I guess haha

[glindyupland]

I just think it’s silly that so many people complain about Villain Amaya as “wasted potential” and that “we were robbed” like-

My pals, post canon fan fiction is right there. The desire to free her husband is right there. Either by touching an evil book while being too eager to remember the obsidian oil, or being possessed by contact (ie what she believes is true loves kiss) when trying to reason with him in the dungeon.

We don’t need a rewrite, we can have a continuation. Both can be true. Amaya is a complex character, she can handle it.

[losergender]

the more i read the faster the torture will end (yes im aware im choosing to do this and can stop when i want to)

okay back to titan attacks

"the truth of my life was becoming depressingly obvious: people didn't like me" alexis i know i said that i feel bad for you and stuff but you are also so unlikeable my dear. you never talk to anyone and your only 2 interests are mathematicians and classical music and you don't even bring them up when talking to people

stop guys she's wearing a black hoodie with a skull holding up a middle finger in the front

alexis this is why people dislike you.

alexis is on the pink press everyone

she keeps saying fluck instead of fuck

"the great war killing all our race was really bad for friendship" miss,,, miss do you hear yourself,,,

the one thing that annoys me the most about this book is that alexis cannot go two sentences without mentioning how she is suicidal and how she wants to die and straight up off herself and how despite having so many chances at it she never does it (WHICH IS COOL. DONT KILL YOURSELF PEOPLE) but she also never gives any explanation as to why not? like there was one chapter that in which she was at corfu w patrochilles and she was like "the best thing i could do was drown myself." cut to 3 paragraphs later, she's swimming with her pet because "she loves swimming." she's going through physical torture in the military thing they're at? "i wish i would die" "it's easier to die" "i'm gonna kms" "the moment i got a sec i was gonna kms." she gets close to death once and she's like "thank god i didn't die." which is a thing that happens. many people myself included who have experimented a near-death experience or real fear of death after/during suicidal ideation will come to a realization that maybe they didn't want to die and the cognitive disonance of "i wish i could kms but i dont want to die" is, i feel, a not all that widely explored topic in YA fantasy. and i think it's interesting, and it opens so many doors in terms of character development, and it could have make this book so, so much better. and instead not only is the chance not taken, but also, it turns sucide into a joke for 36 chapter and it makes is so that any mention of actual risk of death/suicide goes as a joke even if its serious.

(bonus points -> she has two very clear reasons as to why she can't die. one is that she's technically immortal which i dont really get bc shes meant to be in military school as a trial to see if she deserves immortality but also she and her classmates can already not be killed. except for the fact that. they can because 3 of them died. so whats the point idk. and i can only imagine how distressful it would be for someone who has suffered so much and is actively facing torture every day of their life that and who is suicidal to be suddenly told that she is never gonna die. and she doesn't mention that whole dilemma AT ALL. then, theres the fact that her little brother doesn't know where she's been the past months and he's still facing homelessness, this time by himself yes i still think he's dead. see, she brings up charlie like once every 3 chapters when she remembers to which i guess is a good amount. the idea of charlie is there either to make her feel guilty (when she has the wet dream) or to motivate her, because she wants to go back to him. BUT IT IS NEVER THERE TO MOTIVATE HER OUT OF HER SUICIDAL IDEATION? WHICH,,, AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THIS A BIT RANDOM? like how come charlie is good motivation when you are being forced to run after weeks of starvation but he is never once mentioned when you are wishing you would kill yourself? why is it "i gotta survive this for charlie" and then immediately after "i should kms" and no mention of charlie? like it feels so,, idk. whatever. sure.)

back to reading

speechless

"at this point, i didn't care if carl gauss thought i wasn't accomplished in the after life (i cared). carl can suck on my... stuff."

YOU HAVE A NICE GUY GREETING YOU WITH A SMILE AND BEING FRIENDLY TO YOU IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU HAVEN'T TALKED TO ANYONE BUT 1 GUY IN MONTHS, IN SPITE OF THE FACT NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW SHIT ABOUT YOU, IN SPITE OF THE FACT YOU'VE BEEN COMPLAINING ALL CHAPTER ABOUT HOW PEOPLE DISLIKE YOU?? AND YOUR REASON IS THAT HE IS TOO GRATEFUL AND CHEERFUL?? ALEXIS IM TRYING TO BE NICE TO YOU BUT MY GIRL I CANT

a titan just attacked in the chapter called titan attacks who's surprised

"ice covered" you're in a greek island in autumn why is there snow.

okay so. the titan attacked while they were running (they've a circuit they have to do often around the island) and most students went to hide but she stayed behind to help one who had fallen (and who now is dead) and then she started to attack the titan herself with a stone and stuff until kharon (the predator) came to finish him off. and now. i think he's gonna kiss her. which. to quote finn mertens, i nono wanna.

btw in case anyone's lost, there's two guys pursuing alexis, kharon (the predator) and augustus (the evil teacher slash pokemon sword guy) (and theyre lovers)

alexis youre stupid

c-ptsd flashback okay

oh and now kharon mister "she's prey",, mister "i'm gonna kill her", mister "i'll be your sworn enemy", miser "i wanna torture you" is like "nooo alexis :( i didnt mean to trigger you by threatening to beat you up"

"can i touch you" BROTHER YOU WERE HOLDING HER BY THE JAW SECONDS AGO AND HAVE BEEN TOUCHING YOURSELF TO HER FOR AGES. WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN 1 MINTE AGO AND NOW FOR YOU TO LEARN CONSENT

augustus' whole thing is that he's overprotective of women to the point he wants to control every single one of their actions and he's so controlling of alexis that he threatens to torture/actually tortures everyone who touches her including doctors im gonna scream

also can i just say they go through all this intensive physical training just for their weapons of choice to be. Guns.

welcome to sunny reacting to stuff in which sunny reacts to stuff. in this tumblr post, we're dealing with blood of hercules (the i'm a girl and as it turns out i'm hercules book) because i'm doing So Bad Mentally that i am in dire need of something that will make me laugh.

chapter 1 reaction below

montana?? out of all states?? okay go off

"kids at school called it apocalytic core. i called it hell" already laughing. i love my life decisions.

SUPERSEED I'M SORRY WHAT?

"if you wanted to live (i didn't)" you and me both bestie

does the author know verb tenses

i'm saying so little bc otherwise the post would be huge. every single sentence is hilariously bad this is so silly

summary if anyone is interested -> pretty unclear dystopian setting, 10-yo befriends an echidna named nyx and then gets a foster brother delivered to her room the next day. the titans are like superhumans killing normal people and the "spartans" are 12 protector families (8 are olympian, 4 are cthonic and those are dangerous murderers or something).

[ambreiiigns]

if dazai's smart he locks up chuuya in jail and makes sure fyodor doesn't even Look at him if that mans gets his hands on corruption we're Done. not that chuuya would make an attempt at killing him after knowing all this ig but still. he might snap you know how he snaps sometimes he gets carried away :)

[chocolate-cream-soldier]

:/

[polyamoryprincess]

My bff’s bf said something stupid and misogynistic and it’s 3am and I’m realizing I should have been angrier in the moment lmao

[p33p33p00p00]

i wish i didnt require as much attention as i do

[our-lady-of-mcr]

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[i-am-the-myrmidon]

I wish I could let go

[snekdood]

me and my boyfriend were having a conversation earlier about how creepy my dad is and how he 1 used to spy on my mom w binoculars in his car across the street after their divorce (she got a restraining order luckily) but also 2 i remember him threatening to kill my mom and her current husband and i said something about how "i used to be scared i'd see him outside of my window watching me, even though he would probably just go after my mom i was worried he might try to kidnap me-"

and then it all clicked for me. the reason zero is the way he is is bc of my dad. the reason my comic is the way it is is bc of my fucking dad!

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hi! I wanted to say I absolutely adore your art and headcannons! I wanted to ask if you would be interested in making a headcannon for our lovely harbingers where there is someone trying to sabotage their relationship with the reader like for example the person is saying that the reader is cheating or is saying mean things about the harbingers and that they have ,,proof" it is if course a lie. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to tho!

(Absolutely genius idea! Sorry to keep you waiting! I’m a slow writer…)

✦ When others try to sabotage your relationship with them

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

(tw: general mentions of violence and blood. sfw) 

Being intimate with a powerful Fatui Harbinger provides the illusory dream of having riches, power, and status. Some watch you with hushed murmurs as you accompany your beloved with linked arms, looking all elegant beside him. Perhaps some people cannot comprehend how such a ruthless Fatuus can even court someone like you. Others simply cannot comprehend that status and money is not a key factor in your relationship.

✧ To crossfire with Pierro is to go against every single Fatui Harbinger. The Director is known far and wide as a man of cold words and power beyond the seven nations. All valuable intel and actions are reported to him first and foremost, as even the top Harbingers bow before him. You, on the other hand, were not meant to bow before him. The Jester shall never let you lower your head, because it is he who shall stoop to worship you. 

However recently, a certain rumor reached his ears. His spies related to him info that certain Fatui soldiers, some lowly commoners at the bottom of the ranks, are spreading uncouth jabs about you and Pierro. Intel states that these fools think you infiltrated the Fatui and The Director’s inner circle by some intimate provocation and seduction; that you’re in it for the money and status.

Pierro’s gloved hands gripped the papers. Nevertheless, his expression is placid as always. 

Thus, the culprit now sat in Pierro’s office, trembling as the room oozed with murderous silence. The Jester never raised his voice, nor did he question the man who “joked” about you. The fellow kept spitting apologies, begging for mercy. He knew it was futile to lie or waste the Director's patience.

And the Jester? It took everything in his power not to get his gloved hands bloodied. To hear someone accuse you - his most cherished, as a shallow harlot? Consequences shall be faced. Calming his boiling turmoil, Pierro continued to conduct himself professionally:

He made sure the man and his entire generation met their oblivion. 

With the recruitment of his best spies, he ascertained that the culprit’s disappearance was not felt by a single soul, his entire family gone, and all traces of spread rumors eradicated. Above all, it was orchestrated so that you would remain unaware that anyone dared to tarnish your reputation.

You carried on with your life, blissfully unaware and undisturbed. Even now, you came in knocking on his office, asking: “Long day at work, honey? I can bring you some tea or coffee if you want.”

The Jester's smile returned, throwing away some crumbled documents into the trash can - “A tea break would be excellent, my divine.”

If it’s blood that needs to be spilled to protect you and his private affairs, then Pierro won’t think twice. 

✧ For Il Capitano, the way of the blade speaks more for its wielder than words. If you wish to prove your stance, you better be prepared to face the First Fatui Harbinger, as his might will test you in a relentless duel of strength. So what do you think happened when Capitano overheard someone calling you “weak”? That his beloved does not deserve an ounce of his attention, because you are a meek being compared to the Harbinger? 

His hand instantly found its place on the hilt of his claymore. He left no room for negotiation or doubt. He marched straight towards the culprit, unsheathed his weapon, and pointed the sharp point of his blade straight at the person.

“If you are so confident to spit such insolence about them, then you must be equally confident with your strength. Let your blade speak.”

The poor fool tried to defend himself with excuses. But his mocking meant nothing to the Captain’s weapon. Before you know it, there is an ongoing duel initiated by Il Capitano. The witnesses know that whoever is on the receiving end of his wrath has no chance of surviving. Not when a single swing of his weapon causes craters on the ground.

The man was about to collapse, accepting his violent demise. But just as Capitano was about to unleash his final lesson, your voice rang out amongst the crowd.

“Hey! Cease this commotion at once!” - you stepped up, your expression stern as you stood in front of your beloved. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the Captain’s already stoic body language shifted. His claymore was sheathed back to its place.

“My beloved, you shouldn’t have seen this…”

“And yet I did. It would’ve reached my ears anyway. What did I say about temperamental duels, Capitano? Morons are not worth it.” 

“He called you weak. I cannot allow it.”

For a minute, Capitano kept his head hung low in reverence. You stood with your arms on your hips, scolding him. Was it not for your intervention, that person who vocally mocked you would’ve been lying dead now. Instead, you spared the offender, and the man was allowed to flee in humiliation. 

The conflict was eradicated, and Capitano's imposing demeanor showed he didn't regret his actions. Considering how even Capitano bowed to your words, the accuser realized - you are not weak. Because if there was one person who made the First Harbinger go motionless then it was you. 

✧ Today was a good day for Il Dottore, but you weren't sure why. He was a tad clingy, his steps laced with a sense of giddiness. Giving you extra squeezes while hugging, smothering you with longer kisses on the cheek. Even as you sat idly in his lab, you watched him as he worked on some paperwork with a grin.

Thus you questioned him, lazily strolling around his lab and observing the countless tools or vials. But he waved off his excitement, tapping his pencil over some papers - “Nothing of major importance, but I did have something interesting happen recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“An idiot made a pathetic attempt at spreading rumors about us.” - You stopped in your tracks, going still as you held some miscellaneous container with what seemed to be tissue samples. The Harbinger continued: “Some fool spoke behind your back; stating that anyone who is close with a heretical scholar is bound to be equally insane. They thought that if their words didn't reach you, then it's of no consequence.”

Your expression fell somber with each word Dottore spoke. He said it with such profound avidity, that his voice demonstrated threatening intent behind them. So he continued. “But you know me, dear. Nothing goes past me. Vile nicknames are nothing new to me. My work is not for the faint of heart, and those pesky cretins enjoy concealing their fear with profane titles. And they can call me whatever they want. However, I won't allow them to call you names. Not because of my work.”

You averted your gaze sadly onto the samples of veins and organs in vials. You pretended to inspect them, but your sorrow was more prominent. You suspected Dottore already did something, hence his unusual giddiness today. Thus, you inquired in a soft whisper - “So… what did you do?”

“I handled it, naturally.”

“...You did? What happened? To the person who said such things, I mean.”

“What happened? Dear, you're holding them in your hands right now.” - Il Dottore beamed, pointing at the vials of organs you held. 

✧ Today, Scaramouche was eerily silent. You were accompanying him during one of his work expeditions, aiding him with certain formalities regarding his Fatui subordinates. The 6th had soldiers working under him, and although he did not care for their training, he did not tolerate any incompetent weaklings.

Therefore, you decided to lend a hand. You helped conduct a training program for his underlings, making sure all standards were met. It’s not the first time you did so, since The Puppeteer often placed you as the second in command whenever he was absent. And the Fatui soldiers did not conceal their thrill - it’s like you were their favorite substitute teacher who was more cheerful and forgiving than their superior.

Either way, Scaramouche saw that the mission was going smoothly. But soon, lightning would strike. A certain Fatuus, an agent in training, was getting too charmful with you. It was during the usual training assigned by you, and this person was focusing more on his conversation with you than his training:

Telling you how you are a remarkably skilled person. How it’s a marvel to see someone so delightful as you working alongside the Balladeer. How you shouldn’t waste your time with someone as aggravating as Lord Harbinger Scaramouche. He’s even leaning closer towards you.

You smiled uncomfortably, your attempts at polite disagreement did not work with this agent. Yet now you felt the static in the air, and that’s when you realized - Your beloved heard all of it.

On this usual, unassuming morning, Scaramouche walked silently and struck a man with lightning. All eyes turned towards the commotion as you stood behind the Harbinger. His fists were clenched, sparks of electro crackling from them.

He may have been silent the whole day, but don’t mistake his silence for impassivity.

“Next time, know your place,” - he seethed, standing over the person who endeavored to sweet talk you. He permitted his subordinates too much leeway, now they dare charm you with empty flirts. Scaramouche would’ve stomped that man’s head if he wanted, but he wouldn’t create such a grotesque scene in your presence. Instead, he turned away, held your hand, and pulled you away.

He gave you a day off, his mind already conjuring plans to deal with his underlings later. At least he scoffed out an apology. Not for what he did; he does not lament that. Just a small ‘sorry’ for giving you a quick fright. The lightning strike was very loud, after all. 

✧ Pantalone often gets invited to luxurious meetings or extravagant galas. Any party that is attended by the richest man in Teyvat is a guarantee to make high-society elites turn heads. However, considering your prolonged relationship with your darling Pantalone, you know he secretly despises these social gatherings. Therefore, he takes you with him. Dressed in your finest, Pantalone proudly shows you off to the pompous aristocrats.

People would watch enviously, thinking to themselves: The Regrator’s sweetheart, spoiled by his riches. Your attire is as glorious as his expensive suit. His arm is tenderly linked with yours, always offering you his hand like a true gentleman whenever you two walk. Even as he conversed with various business partners, he always had to make sure his hand was around your waist or your hand.

This dotting behavior made certain ladies of Snezhnaya jealous. They could see you were not a noble-born, nor were you used to the attention during such gatherings. You just timidly accompanied him, and Pantalone kept rambling about you and your benign achievements. Childish, really. You’re probably someone who just ran after and clung to the Harbinger until he relented to keep you. Therefore, a group of ladies initiated the conversation: 

“It’s a pleasure to meet a man such as yourself, Lord Harbinger.” and “Why, a man of your status is probably seeking some interesting company. Oh? You are with someone? My, my, I did not notice them.” or “Surely you desire connections worthy of your status, sir.”

Pantalone had mastered the art of courteous smiling, yet even his act was about to crack. He noticed the way these ladies tried to stand too close to him, pretend you were not in the picture, or even passively mock you. Their insolence stenches, and noticing your silent discomfort caused his heart to sting. But he had a plan.

“Why yes, you are right,” - Pantalone smiled with his charming looks “I do value my time, and it’s important to not waste it on shallow conversationalists. Oh, but it’s such a shame that the people in front of us are just that. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Pantalone turned to you, his arms encircling your waist while speaking such backhanded comments with triumphant smiles. The ladies’ smiles fell instantly, and you tried everything to avert your gaze. “Um, Pantalone? Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t bore ourselves with such lowly individuals? Hmm, I agree. There isn’t much to do here anyway, only the greedy will seek something in this superficial gathering. Oh well, let’s go so I can take you to dance, dear.” - Pantalone concluded in his usual enamoring tone “Ladies, if you would excuse yourself.”

In this world, the 9th of the Fatui Harbinger doesn’t excuse himself - others do. Therefore, he took you away, scoffing and checking up on you with hushed whispers. Pantalone was offended. Why do they assume it was you who desperately sought out the rich Harbinger? Little do they know it was Pantalone who used to run and seek your attention just to be yours. Honestly, they’re discrediting his neediness for you. 

✧ Should anyone meddle with Tartaglia’s personal life, they are picking up a brawl. Someone dares to flirt with you? His fists are ready. Someone said something unwelcoming about you? Anything in the vicinity can be used as a weapon. Someone endangers his relationship? Their life is now in danger.

Of course, you’re the one who consistently yanked him out of these fights. Usually, it’s nothing serious, as when you scold your boyfriend for such reckless behavior it ends with his heartfelt words and apologetic chuckles. He finds solace in embracing you from behind, gently enfolding his arms around your shoulders, reassuring himself that all is well.

However, Tartagia is still a Harbinger. Away from home, he’d personally search for intel on the culprit who dares to offend your relationship. Names, records, locations, anything to keep tabs on those who think they can drag his family into bloodshedding matters. Tracking is of no issue, after all, when he was still a young rookie, training as a Fatui agent was just the first step.

Once he determines the offender, he’ll pay a discreet visit to them. And this time, without you dragging him away from fights, there is no place for mercy or jests.

At night, Childe returned home, cheerful as the sight of you getting ready for bed welcomes him. Yet in the dim lights, you’d gasp and approach him with concern, catching traces of smeared blood on his face or hands.

Ajax would just smile; he didn’t need to explain. Instead, he would quietly approach you from behind and envelop his arms around your shoulders in quiet stillness.