#kneeling waiting for you

[shesthe1fourme]

She's the 1 four me

[laxibbeb]

what if you kissed your mate in the misty autumn morning while you're both dressed in impeccably matching attire

[aishespoeticmuse]

tomorrow, my life will be different, tomorrow, i'll leave, tomorrow, i'll stop being in love. however, today i won't, today i'll let you eat at my heart until i don't have one, today i will be the subject of your torture one last time and tomorrow i will leave.

[skitskatdacat63]

"What do I do, scale the wall and enter her window?" rhaenicent Romeo and Juliet AU when??????

[zarnzarn]

(check the tags for more and also the tag for other fics in the story!)

athena, scowling as she gets bullied into marrying the people she pined over for the last 1000 years, suddenly realising something: wait a minute

odysseus: what?

athena, frozen: wait a damn minute you know what this gives me rights to do

penelope, also realising: oh fuck yes

odysseus: I don't like the sound of whatever's happening here what are you two fucking talking about?

athena, grabbing the marriage wine and tossing it back, then kissing her new wife and husband and handing penelope a spear as she picks up a mace: we'll be back shortly, you can start celebrations without us.

penelope: do u have anything that can start a fire

athena, pulling out an old contract and scanning it before throwing it over her shoulder: yes. are you scared of heights or can we fly.

penelope: fucking bring it I've waited years for this moment

zeus: where are they going

hermes, picking up the contract: they're going to... Ogygia? Oh fucking shit they're going to fucking kill Calypso- hey, hello, WAIT-

[ascesabo]

helmeppo, absolutely plastered: hhey. hey coby. i would be such a good “dead wife”. can’t you just imagine how good i would be in a dead wife flashback sequence? i should be someone’s dead wife

coby, on the verge of tears: Please Do Not Ever Say That Again

[oceanatydes]

THE NEW MARRIAGE PROPOSAL SCENE???

[idkaguyorsomething]

me tryna explain the shipping implications of the missy comic to anyone who’ll listen

[ayasenisan1713]

After being annoyed by Cheon Inho’s group in orv, Gehrman wants to beat up some people.

Gehrman: *putting on gloves to not get dirty (Error Uniqueness)*

Gehrman: *pulling out a cane (coincidentally the Door Uniqueness)*

Gehrman: *also putting on a mask (Fool Uniqueness)*

Cheon Inho: No, why are you putting on a mask??

Gehrman: To not be recognized.

Cheon Inho: We already know your face.

Gehrman: To hit you with style.

Cheon Inho: That’s murder.

Gehrman: …

Gehrman: I’ll hit you 'lightly' then.

Cheon Inho: That’s bullying.

Gehrman: *reflecting on his behavior for two seconds*

Gehrman: It’s basic courtesy.

Cheon Inho: ???

[jrueships]

babygirl please leave the elderly alone

[shesthe1fourme]

She's the 1 four me

[tswwwit]

Had a very funny thought in my head of bill successfully getting a cult started at some point between reincarnations just bc he’s bored. By coincidence dipper gets reincarnated into a kid who grows up in said cult and bein all culty n stuff. When it’s finally time for bill to pick up his human he’s low key annoyed that dippin dorks all culty. Problem is immediately fixed when dipper remembers everything and goes back to normal.

The experience becomes a very funny story at dinner parties where dipper cringes and bill thinks it was a wacky time. I imagine the cult gets broken up by dipper bc i want to give them a happy ending too.

Oh boy, poor, poor Bill. It's one thing for Dipper to pretend to be subservient - that's all fun and games, not real. But a version of Dipper where he's actually, sincerely, bowing and kneeling before Bill? That gets a full on 😬 Sure, he likes weird! This is certainly that!

But it's like. The flipped version of Dipper watching Bill cheerfully working at a soup kitchen, or tenderly nursing a baby bunny back to health or something. Not what he should be doing. Bad. Just so wrong. Man, he's gonna be glad when his feisty little guy gets his brains back

Also contains: One confused Dipper, whose 'god' is actually really... annoying?? And for some weird reason, it seems to make said 'god' happy when he finally gets fed up enough to be bitchy about it.

[themyscirah]

Wait omg..... Jessica Cruz probably did rifle... my specialized sports knowledge coming in CLUTCH

Okay so I barely practiced and made it to regionals like once so im NOT the expert here but uh headcanoning that Jess did air rifle when she was a teen. Like idk if it would be as part of a team like with a high school (what I'm familiar with) vs like an individual thing vs like a travel/competitive team (it depends on the sitch in her area growing up) but she definitely went to some national matches (probably including JOs/JO quals like i think she was GOOD). I think she probably would have quit competitively following a bad shot at nationals (relatable) along with anxiety about competition (ALSO relatable) but still kept up with shooting casually for fun and relaxation and to hang out with friends etc.

She definitely would have shot smallbore competitively too but I never did that bc I was lazy so idk to much abt it competitively

[direwombat]

wip it's still wednesday for me so here's to posting!

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still working on chapter 2 of kneeling at the crossroads so here's some syb starting the liberation of falls end. (for context this starts with her and grace scouting the town from the water tower)

Grace hums, peering through her scope and turning her gun to a better look at Sybille’s suggested path. “I’m gonna lose sight of you once you cross over Third and Grand. You sure that’s how you want to play it?”

Sybille loads another clip into her assault rifle and gives it a once over. “The only way you won’t lose visual on me is if I go guns blazin’,” and she doesn’t need to elaborate why that’s a particularly bad idea. She pulls her gear together. Slinging her pack over her shoulder, she crawls back towards the ladder. “You stay here.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Grace starts. She pulls herself from her scope to level Sybille with an incredulous look. “And what happens when I can’t see shit and they start shootin’ at you?”

Sybille’s gaze flicks from Grace, to her rifle, and then back to her face. “Reposition or start shootin’ back. Preferably both. It ain’t that hard,” she says simply, giving her shoulder a small shrug. “You hear gunfire, that means the stealthy approach ain’t workin’ no more.”

Grace shakes her head, but the faint smile on her lips betrays her. “You’re a crazy bitch, you know that right?”

Sybille flashes her a toothy grin. “Yeah, but you like it.”

Grace rolls her eyes and scoffs, but that smile lingers. “Don’t get shot,” she says, turning back to peer down her scope.

Sybille gives her a mock salute and with a small, “Yessir,” she slides down the ladder. The last thing she hears from Grace is the quiet muttering of crazy motherfucker under her breath.

The second her boots touch solid ground Boomer is at her side. She looks down at him and presses her finger to her lips, and like the good boy he is, his ears flatten against his skull and he crouches low to the ground. Every muscle in his body is tense and his nostrils flare — the keenest of his senses sharpening. “Good boy,” she whispers, and the two of them stalk off towards the south end of town.

It’s laughably easy, picking off the Peggies patrolling the edges of town. So many peel off on their own and she makes damn sure they never make it back to rejoin their buddies. She hides in the bushes, slowly pushing her way towards the church.

Every time a Peggie approaches, Boomer warns her by letting out a low growl. An upward twist to the head and she’s snapping spine after spine, carefully hiding each corpse she makes. She falls back into that cold, calculated numbness as she does. Them or me, them or me, them or me, repeats through her mind with every kill.

There’s no room for emotion; this is survival, pure and simple.

Her progress is slow but methodical. She tracks the movements of each patrol and waits for the perfect moment to strike. She creeps through the bushes and tall grass like she belongs there.

One by one, the Pegggies fall. The lights in their eyes are quickly and quietly snuffed out. Nothing more than a soft exhalation of breath before she’s catching dead weight and carefully laying them on the ground.

Merciful, she tells herself, and she ignores the harsh whisper of honorless that hisses on the wind.

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[chuuyanaurkahara]

holy shit i just realised that azrael is so tall in comparison to dani, he could literally kneel down and still would be some centimetres taller than them😭😭