#it's too late

[anbaisai]

It's not even actually their birthday

(Based on a conversation I had with a friend + Jamil's 2024 birthday present to the player)

[silver-dragonborn]

Dead ass watch the hardcore Alicent Stans drop Aemond like a hot potato once he stops acting like their perfect Mummy's Boy and starts questioning Saint Puppy Eyes Alicent's devotion to Aegon's cause because she won't stop begging him to make peace with the sister she's been raising them to fear and hate for YEARS. Watch as they get mad at him for rightfully calling Alicent a fool, calling her by her government name, talking about her behind her back, and just slowly pulling away from her. They'll call him an ungrateful child, talk about how Alicent SUFFERED to bring him into this world, and just rag on him for having LEGITIMATE concerns instead of kissing his mother's ass.

[respectthepetty]

It's Wayu and Jao in Knock Knock, Boys! I mean Sean (Chon) and Jumper!

I don't care if they are supposed to be an item or not because I'm already shipping them. They are already doing everything together liking eating and working out, so let them take the extra step, and be in love!

Sorry 'Mond. You can get another man because this one is taken!

[geneva-con-2021]

yeah that's right.

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 1 Match 59

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[windsweptinred]

Behold! A Dionysus x Orpheus part headcanon/part mini fic ‘thing’ that has been haunting my brain.

They reunite with much joy and relief. In a world where chaos slowly gains ground and everything is changing around them, they're the one constant left to each other. Orpheus, the last remaining connection Dionysus has, that hasn't been brutally ripped from him. Dionysus, the one steadfast presence left in Orpheus’s life now Riddy has gone. The old order is dying, the future is uncertain. But they have each other and they find solace and comfort in that. 

Dionysus’s faith in Orpheus never shirks, Orpheus’s support for Dionysus never wavers…Feelings form. They're both men of extremes, they fall fast and they fall hard. But his time in the Underworld has left Orpheus plagued by self-doubt. He berates himself constantly for being obsessive, selfish and suffocating with those he loves. He swears to be better for Dionysus. So despite it being completely against his nature, despite his overwhelming desire to prostrate himself at the god's feet and worship him with every fibre of his being. He instead holds back, tries to love Dionysus subtly and quietly. At a time when Dionysus, a naturally exuberant diety, needs loud and consistent shows of affection more than ever before. 

Dionysus watches his friend withdraw and questions if his love is reciprocated. Orpheus sang for Riddy, as if he couldn't keep all that love for her within himself. Yet he receives nothing but shy smiles and careful touches from the musician. Perhaps his father was right? Perhaps the love he craves is forever out of his reach, held at bay by the divine ichor in his veins. 

Orpheus watches the one he adores wilt, watches this vivacious, glorious being dim like a smothered flame. Knows it is once again somehow his fault. And hates himself all the more for it. 

Until one day, Orpheus, in an attempt to heal whatever he has wrought, presents Dionysus with a watch. A gift, he calls it. A replacement for the one the young Olympian nobly sacrificed on his behalf. And Dionysus, with a rare solemnity for the god of frenzy, offers it back to him. Says he's gifting it in turn to Orpheus, and asks, ‘Would you wear it?’ It's a pivotal moment, they both know it. A test, though the mortal doesn't know the hows and whys of it. And in that moment, high on nerves and adrenaline, Orpheus lets his control falter, and lets slip in his most devoted manner, that Dionysos may as well brand it permanently on his skin, as he'd never take it off. 

Kicking himself, Orpheus instantly goes to apologise, retract his fumble. Until he sees the golden fire alight in Dionysus's eyes. And a hopeful smile play upon his lips. The god takes his wrist reverently in his hand, before pointing to the base of the inked titan Atlas, hefting his mighty burden and questions in a frenzied whisper, “Here?” Orpheus smiles brightly, offering his wrist in willing sacrifice and declares earnestly and adoringly, ‘Anywhere you want.’ He watches with exhilaration as the blue veins under the god's digit darken, spread and begin to form a design. 

Later, his mind already a whirl with lyrics, sprung from the taste of wine found upon his new muses lips, Orpheus asks cautiously if this is truly alright? If he's not too much? His divine lover smirks playfully, nipping at his newest tattoo, a clock face encircled by the god's signature vines, emblazoned on his wrist for all to see. “I'm the god of excess Phe.” The blonde declares proudly. “There's no such thing as ‘too much’.”

(I may return to write this out properly as a fic at some point, time allowing. But I needed to get it out of my head and onto paper, so to speak. These two are driving me crazy in all the best ways.) 

[xony]

I'm watching Cabaret with Alan Cumming and

[theriverspath]

The Serpent's Regret

Written for the @aug-kissed challenge and the Good Omens Poetry community. Week one prompt choice: a blown kiss.

I blew it.

I had one chance. And I -

No, I tell a lie. (It is, after all, what I do.) Every single day since the gesture was invented has been a wasted chance.

It's not my fault, though. I was just following my nature, right? A snake waits for the perfect moment. Strike too soon and you scare your quarry away.

So, I sank down into the grass. Kept my eyes on the target. Moved as slow as Sunday afternoon.

See, little bird? I'm no threat. No predator. A friend, that's me. That's all.

Turned out, perfection never arrived. And then he was winging his way upwards, calling back for his friend to follow, not understanding that a serpent can not live in the sky. So I did what I had waited two million days to do.

But like always, it was too late.

I blew it.

[cadmuslabs777]

Lex: Jonathan Kent is a good man, unlike my father...

Me: *holds his face so tenderly between my hands* baby ur so dumb..... the only difference between Kent and your dad is that he is a "traditional values" conservative and your dad is a mega corporate conservative. They're both right wing and hate you bc you're a soft hearted effeminate man and they want you to be either the personification of masculinity stereotypes or a heartless corporate mastermind. Do u understand what I'm saying?

Lex: but his son is so pretty...

Me: *sighs*

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 139

Write something based on this scene:

Whumpee writhes on the ground, clutching his chest.

"What's happening to me—make it stop—make it—"

His words are cut off in a ragged scream.

"It's too late," whumper answers. "Even if I wanted to, I can't stop it now."

[viridislumine]

Why did Dad Lloyd is so liked right now? I get that he is caring for then and let them into a family but aren't they not much younger than him? They may not have any canonical age but I assume the age gap between Arin, Sora and Lloyd is somewhere around like Ninja and Lloyd maybe even a little smaller. Like even around 10 years it still is strange for me. I am into big brother Lloyd. He was always the youngest and now it's his time to be a cool big brother.

Besides Arin's parents are still alive. They are not dead just missing, trapped in one of these strange bubble thing. I am not sure he wants another parent, another family and brother's and sister's but it may feel bad for him to replace a parents. They seem like good parents also.

With Sora I think she isn't ready for parent like parent. Mother figure in Nya sounds nice but it may be something like mix of mother and big sister Energy.

And families don't need to be stereotypical. They are fond family with most of the time terrible parents, It possible non of them wants someone to be like typical parents so they are just siblings

Does it make sense?

[erobuck]

It doesn't matter. It's too late. It's always too late.

That line haunts me. And it's so present all over this season.

It's too late to salvage the ball before it even starts. It's too late to keep Aziraphale out of harm's way. It's too late for Wee Morag

All the way back to the start, before everything, before time, before the beginning, it's too late for the Angel of the Stars who just wanted to ask a few questions.

And ofcourse, after all that time, when one of them finally works up the courage to actually say what they are, what they could be, it's too late

Good Omens is a story about beings beyond time, and yet there is a time, and it is always too late.

[swan2swan]

Jurassic World (2015)

[crimson-lair]

HELPP I was wasting my time scrolling TikTok and- 😭😭

It's your fault I can't look at Zoya the same again 😔 @bunnivez

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 3 Match 28

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[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... morning music ...