#if you saw these tags in a different post no you didnt

[demigods-posts]

i think it's incredibly interesting to see how easy it would have been to recruit percy. if luke omitted the shoes from his initial plan. then percy would've returned to camp angry at zeus for being a neglectful parent and king. angry at hades for encasing his mother in gold and trapping her near-dying soul in the underworld. angry at hephaestus for designing a trap to encase other demigods in gold as a test of faith. and angry at athena for leaving annabeth to die over something that was his fault alone. not to mention that hermes and poseidon are the only gods percy would tolerate because they've expressed remorse and longing for their mortal family. and i think that is where percy and luke would have clashed had luke been successful in recruiting him. luke insisting the gods will never change. and percy over the years learning that maybe they can. and then annabeth telling percy about the great prophecy. and he has to decide if he wants to follow destiny or create his own.

[eldragon-x]

is this anything

[entropy-sea-system]

I didn't make this meme but I found it very objectum

[mirroredmemoriez]

Alongside some of the tags from these last two posts!

Things to consider are obviously the screen time we get for both characters- We never for example see Lynn actually interact with Corbett, her daughter. My own assumption when it comes to let's say school? It's Jeff taking Corbett there. There's also how responsible we believe Lynn and Jeff should be for one another, not just their child. It isn't Corbett's job to tell either one of her parents that they're neglecting her or creating a bad home environment... It's both Lynn's and Jeff's job to hold the other accountable and I know they argue and have a fractured marriage- But whether or not they’re bad partners isn't the question, it's about them as PARENTS. I'll also state that I am at a general middle ground for now, I just like pushing things like this out to see other peoples opinions and make discussions.

[airborneice]

saw this post and felt inspired

[an-theduckin]

Wait shit people might actually care about me

[kayzero]

someone should convince me to put unposted chapters of zwg on tumblr for a limited amount of time and then kill the post after like two days

[gibbearish]

anon im not gonna post that one, not bc of anything you said dw, im just not 100% sure if we are thinking of the same person bc i havent been paying attention if the posts i saw all came from the same op, and even tho there's no names in either of our things i still wouldnt feel comfortable spreading that w/o having seen it firsthand. that being said, in the event that we are: jesus fuck???

[lightfulonion]

hii @pierogish-side!!! thank you for tagging me!! <3

Last song: This could be us by Rae Sremmurd

Favorite color: mmm really feeling brown rn

Currently watching: OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH WOOHOO!! its so fun (everyone is going through it)

Last movie: The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar dir. Wes Anderson

Currently reading: im currently studying for uni so im stuck at Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and The Course of Love by Alain de Botton :(

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet forever and always

Relationship status: uhhh im dying and rebirthing from my ashes 👍

Current obsession: .....kiribaku..... im back at it again OTZ

Last things I googled: wes anderson (so i could find out what the above movie was called lmao), werewolf (singular), boku no hero academia wiki episodes (this is a call for help)

Currently working on: im in my last year of uni (lmao pierogish... 😭) and i need to finish it so im studying really hard!!! (and trying to not give up) but itll probably be a while until i get my degree. also i bought an old polaroid from a thrift shop and im thinking of making it work

tagging: @skijjiki, @livingonyoghurtandspite,@peachybeesplease, @horson, @mars-matrix

[nomaishuttle]

the way i balance staying true to my tumblrina nature while also having a job and bills and rent is that at work while cleaning a room ill think of something id like to post and then repeat it over and over in my head and refine it until it sounds right and then i either post it as soon as i get a second to Or i forget it bc i think of anew post to make. and they always get 0 notes but its ok

[nothoughtsnoya]

decided im literally never going to finish the fic this is supposed to be part of but i still really like it so. here is an excerpt wherein noya talks to his mom after briefly coming back to visit from his travels.

Yuu woke up at a godawful hour and immediately needed to go for a run. It was kind of stupid, actually, just how much he needed to get up and move, considering how brain dead the jet lag made him. But old habits die hard, and as he stumbled through the dark past boxes and half deconstructed furniture, he wondered if it wasn't the spirit of his younger self stuck in the house guiding him towards the door. 

He'd barely gotten one shoe on when his morning haze was interrupted. 

"Yuu," his mother called from the kitchen. "Yuu, come here, I want to talk to you." 

He bit back a sigh, knowing she'd somehow hear it even two rooms over, and complied. 

Nishinoya Shouko was, in one word, intense. Even at the disgustingly early hour, she sat prim and proper, her focus glued on the stacks of paper in front of her even as Yuu bounded his way into the room. She clutched a stark black mug full of equally stark black coffee. With every silent, deep sip, she never quite fully set it down. 

Yuu hoisted himself up onto the counter in one smooth motion. He knew she hated when he sat up there, and she knew he knew she hated it. But whether due to the morning’s influence or simple acceptance that this was a habit he would never break, she side eyed him but ultimately kept her mouth shut. 

Then she took one look at his face and snorted. She held the mug towards him, handle out, and asked, "Want some?" 

Yuu shrugged. He was really more of a tea guy. But he took the warm drink nonetheless, cringing when he took a sip. "Ew. Sugar in black coffee?" 

"Breakfast before breakfast," she replied, as if that explained anything. 

"Shouldn't it be all or nothing? Seems like the only thing you're doing is messing up the taste without even making it sweet." He held onto the warm mug a moment longer without drinking any. Even if it tasted gross, at least the heat felt nice against the cold morning air.

But his mother's well manicured nails tapped an impatient rhythm against the table, one-two, one-two. 

"Doesn't matter if you never liked the taste anyway," she dismissed, taking the mug back with a long sip.

Yuu kicked his legs against the counter, one-two, one-two. She glared at him. 

He ignored her judgmental stare with practiced ease. "You just totally ruined the illusion, you know that?"

"What, the illusion that coffee is good?"

"No, I knew that was a lie, I just thought, you know," he made a vague gesture at the drink, "I assumed you at least liked it if you drank it every day."

She blinked at him, once, twice. Said, decisively, "Stockholm Syndrome. And caffeine addiction." Then, before he could bother responding, "Your roots are growing in."

"Kairi said the same thing," he pointed out, taking a mental note that now two people had noticed and he should really get on that.

"You should really get on that, then," she said, her tone firm and efficient. He didn't meet her eyes as she repeated his own thoughts. Instead, he followed the subtle movement of her own white streaks, accompanied these days by gray flecks set in from age rather than genetics. He wondered if anyone other than family could tell the difference.

She took a sip of her gross black-with-sugar coffee, and he finally remembered to respond. "Yeah, yeah. Just haven't had the time to dye it recently."

"Think you'll ever go for a different color?" 

His bouncing legs paused as he took in the question. She never took much interest in his choices about his appearance, except to quip about whether he might grow out of wanting to look like a feral animal. It didn't really phase him after the first few times, though. No matter how hard his mother glared, she could never take away the electric jolt he'd felt that first time he'd really seen himself in the mirror. Hands stained lemon yellow, hair spiked up in messy chunks, brand new binder tight against his chest—that overwhelming feeling of looking right, like he could signal to the world, watch the fuck out for Nishinoya Yuu. 

But things had changed since then. The shocks had long settled into a calm buzz, a thrum of comfort as he styled his hair every morning. Faded blonde melting into white didn't seem so pressing when he had a dozen piercings and stark black ink against his skin; even less so with stubble to waffle over shaving and a voice that fell easily into baritone. None of it needed to be a statement, a warning, anymore. It was just him.

He watched the way his mom watched him: out of the corner of her eye, expectant, but not accusatory. 

Maybe she saw him now, too.  

Honest, he told her, "I dunno. Haven't thought about it much recently." He blew the streak in question away from his eyes with a soft puff of air. Even if he didn’t bother with the color, he really needed to cut it, at least. "Used to want to grow it out and dye it rainbow when I was a kid," he went on absentmindedly. 

She laughed, piercing in the half empty house. "I remember. No way in hell I was letting you do that."

Yeah, he thought bitterly, that sounds more familiar. 

At his silence, she only scanned over her papers, pursed her lips. Certainly didn't make to continue whatever this conversation was. Yuu kicked his legs against the counter, one-two, one-two…

She glared at him. 

"Okay, seriously, what's this about? I know you didn't call me in here to interrupt your morning routine just to talk about my hair."

She sighed. Took a deep breath. God damn it. He was trying not to get snippy. Things had been going okay, but now she was going to tell him he needed to come—stay—home and get a real job or get a degree or get off the damn counter, Yuu—

"I've been reading your blog." She tapped the side of the mug, looking far off and decidedly not at him. "It's fascinating. You're a good storyteller. And your photos are beautiful."

Slowly, she turned fully to face him. Directed the full force of her stare over her glasses and at him. "I'm proud of you. I'm glad you're happy out there. I just wanted you to know that."

[a9saga]

do you guys know that your likes are appearing on people's dashboards now? not in large numbers or anything. i've been seeing smutty fanfictions on my dash and i mean i'm not judging you, but i do wanna give fair warning that it may just appear on there for other people.

[sexybabystevie]

this is to ONE PERSON and one person ONLY. if you're confused, it's not you!

[alpinelogy]

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[lovely-showtimes]

i feel like sometimes in fandom spaces, people get a little too heated at others for "mischaracterising" a character and i just. i dont know. it rubs me the wrong way sometimes because i think everyone is going to interpret a character differently from each other because of their own life experiences if that makes sense

[valodia]

Rlly uncomfy with ppl on tumblr arguing that Ming//jue was abusive to Yao. Im all for redeeming Yao under normal circumstances but lets not throw Ming//jue under the bus,,,, yes he had a grudge against Yao and Yao against him- their relationship was complicated but it was their business tbh.