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Memo 78: Regarding human psyche
Recorded by Galactic representative pharoadosh of the echelonions
As some of you are doubtless aware, many species feel very uncomfortable around cosmic defender 349728, particularly members of the intergalactic community who utilize telepathic communication or sub telepathic scanning. All of you report bursts of emotion from seemingly no source that do not match the situation and/or body language presented by cosmic defender 349728. This is normal and not any cause for alarm. Humans have at least 3 psyches, emotional, logical and the subconscious. The subconscious runs information through simple thought processes and cross references those against similar situations and then will present a subset of that information to the conscious mind whenever it feels like it. It may only pick out this relevant data point weeks later in an entirely different situation. The emotional mind may react very oddly to the situation picking out something particularly amusing or sad or some other emotional response but the logical mind suppresses the outward reaction. Hence the inappropriate burst of emotion coming from nowhere.
Some of you have noted a sustained period of emotion that doesn't match cosmic defender 349728's outward reaction. Humans frequently have to adapt to situations that they find unpleasant but must pretend that they enjoy. They learn at a young age to modify their body language to present different social cues while internally they feel differently. Please ignore these situations as acknowledging them will only make the problem worse.
A few of you have noted long periods of time when cosmic defender 349728 just stops thinking. These periods can even occur during prolonged activity that should require some level of consciousness. We don't know how or why he does this. He might legitimately be dead during those periods, I simply don't know and neither does he. Yes I am aware that this is a completely terrifying fact and no I don't know of anyway to make it less scary.
Sometimes the human, while fully conscious, will engage in elaborate mental scenarios. He generally only does this if there is nothing else to occupy his attention. Sometimes those scenarios are unusually violent. This isn't any cause for alarm these are merely mental exercises. Cosmic defender 349728 grew up on a super-toxic death world and his species has a natural inclination towards violence as part of their predatory biology. He is a hyper aware predatory species, with extremely developed visualisation and mapping skills designed to help him track his prey. In absence of of external stimulus his predatory brain will self stimulate. Presumably this is done to prevent his violent tendencies from making him attack his packmates.
A final word of caution, there are aspects of the human mind that humans themselves maybe unaware of so venture in at your own peril.
#cosmic defender 349728#humans are space australians#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#daydreaming#head empty#no thoughts head empty#laughing at inappropriate times#boredom#human minds are weird#we're the weirdos#predatory behavior
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I laughed so hard at "I died, thrice"
I should not be laughing. It's not funny.
But who says "I died thrice?!"
#laughing at tragedy#laughing at inappropriate times#inappropriate laughter#athenacykes#athena cykes#I have trained athena on this scene twice and it was entertaining both times#it is not an entertaining scene#it's very sad#but the reactions it offers up are just so deadpan sometimes#kneejerk reaction
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#relatable#funny#funny shorts#dark humor#stygian humor#laughing at inappropriate times#jim carrey edit#dr robotnik edit#dr robotnik#jim carrey#actually neurodivergent#warringsaint#have an awesome day!#inappropriate laughter#laughing at the wrong time#whoops#actually autistic#have an awesome day#thanks for watching
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Someone once asked me what my toxic trait was and it was honestly only until a week later that I instantly came up with three
#if anyone is curious the three are#laughing at inappropriate times#biting people who piss me off#my favorite tolkien characters being nobility with pure intentions who end up obsessed with the resident Evil Shiny Thing and then dying#which reminds me#i need to get my roommate to watch the lotr movies#extended of course#so i can rant to her about the characters and lore
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I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️
#f1#formula 1#formula one#max verstappen#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#brocedes#like niki lauda had to try multiple times to literally parent trap them to try and get them on speaking terms it never worked#because one would arrive they'd see the other and the other would leave#& if i remember correctly the garage crew would swap around from race to race as a like see we aren't favouring anybody gesture 😭#and thats no shade to nico because it was both of them contributing to that environment#his comment re max is just making me laugh#like if i was a part of the pr/media team - which is a part of the degree I'm working on irl - at merc that year i would've lost the plot#like its insane reflecting on it nearly a decade later but the poor souls just trying to do their job in the eye of that storm#truly gods strongest soldiers#ngl the professional comment irks me a bit because its not like max is engaging in inappropriate work place behaviour#he's engaging in another aspect of racing that his involvement raises awareness of & that makes racing more accessible#& we all know how inaccessible not only getting into racing is but also to continue to pursue the further along you go#theres so many stories of 1 sibling giving up racing so the other can keep going because the family can't afford for them both to race#its a huge financial strain & we only see a handful of drivers talk about that & try to do something to change it#and nicos fellow sky sports commentators are routinely unprofessional on so many levels#additionally max had a lot of valid reasons to be annoyed at his team today#but alas he's not english so he's ungrateful#i hate that drivers can't criticise their teams or car without immediately being branded as bratty & ungrateful#ESPECIALLY WHEN THEIR JOB IS TO GIVE FEEDBACK#you can see the double standards from sky when say Lando or George have complaints with their team/car v the likes of Max and Yuki#especially Yuki my god the things i would do to get the British media to leave him alone#this was a jokey post at one point and then became a rant whoops lmao#I'll leave it that before i write an actual essay here 😭✋️
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Finally got to see A Different Man tonight, and I'm still reeling two hours later. Even with all the stuff I read about it, all the interviews I've seen, I still wasn't prepared for how much of a trip it was or how absolutely BRILLIANT Sebastian is in it. He's just mesmerising, honestly incredible. And of course the other performances are all amazing too, fantastic work all around. Gahh, it was just such an interesting and weird and funny and touching and thought-provoking film!! And a gorgeous sountrack too, my friends and I have been humming the main theme ever since we left the movie theatre and I'm pretty sure we'll keep humming it for the remainder of our trip lmao
Anyway, I REALLY enjoyed this one, definitely one of Sebastian's best performances to date, and I hope everyone gets to see it for themselves very soon! ❤️
#gonna be thinking about this one for a looong time#also there was a lady next to me who kept laughing the whole movie and at very inappropriate times too#and one of my friends thought that it was me who was laughing#and she was like 'yeah I thought it was a bit strange but I figured love can make us act in unusual ways'#😂#sebastian stan#a different man#minnie talks
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neurotypicals dont want you to know this but laughing can just be a happy stim
#saying this as someone who smiles when anxious and gets told it laughes at inappropriate times#but i had a realization the other day that laughing also is just a happy stim for me#or id count it as one#im experiencing a strong emotion and its a positive one but still it needs a release. laughter works as self regulation!!!!#just like jumping or flapping my hands!!#and dont nt people use laughter like that too? like isnt the whole thing that its good for your brain chemicals? or something#but then theyll go and frown at it. like you are not supposed to just laugh to yourself! thats showing emotion and thats bad! even worse if#they consider it as you stimming. you are not supposed to stim publicly or somthing i dont really get it when i think abt it#actually autistic#stimming
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@\hecatesbroom (not tagging so I don't annoy you lmao) has been teaching me how to make gifs, and I'm happy to report I've been using this power for the greater good (to make gifs of beautiful women)
Bonus under the cut:
Three little Elizabeths because I couldn't resist her charm 💙
#these are not very well made lmao but i dont really care all that much. im having a great time#actually ngl im having the time of my life#nothing better than staring at beautiful women for hours <3#im noticing now i've only picked gifs in which Dorothy is not smiling. criminal on my part#but in my defence i've been captivated by her hands#that gif where she crosses her arms... i would like her to...#no... i shan't say...#rose is *so pretty*. so pretty!! good heavens!!#(as is elizabeth lmao betty white really was that girl)#literally incredible how she manages to make confusion look so beautiful she's magnificent#and blanche. oh god. where do i even start.#her smile is. agh. how do i even tell you all i am literally in love with her#look at her in the top left and tell me you're not DESTROYED like#she makes an inappropriate joke. waits to see rose's reaction. and then brightens up in the cutest laugh in the world#i would literally unironically do anything for her#(to say nothing of bottom center. ooohhh that nightgown. the poise. i am but a wee lesbian and she's everything)#ok im done rambling in the tags. thank you alys for giving me this power i shall not misuse it#the golden girls#life with elizabeth
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seward looking over at van helsing during lucy's funeral - right when arthur is giving a harrowing euology - and silently begging Dr. VH with his eyes Do. Not. Laugh!
#this is no time for king laugh#already imagining so many times in the past when seward had to deal with King Laugh at very inappropriate times#jack seward#abraham van helsing#arthur holmwood#dracula#dracula daily#re: dracula#dracula memes#dracula spoilers#dracula september 22#dd september 22#september 22
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single most important screencap in cinema history
#in the apocalypse i want to be in a shelter made of this man’s arms#i am SHAKING who approved this???#who said he could be THIS HOT????#he has completed rearranged my brain circuits#they just spell out MAXIMUS MAXIMUS MAXIMUS like the gladiator chant#i woke up this morning thinking about those big thick wrists and forearms#i am BEGGING him on the floor at his feet#to just.. let me lick him#let me leave marks all over those arms PLEASE#he is so attractive it’s interfering with the time space continuum#honestly this picture gives me thoughts too inappropriate to share#just gonna keep those to myself#HOW am i supposed to live laugh love knowing he looks like this and i can’t make myself his????#get me in this man’s bed STAT#so hot for him today sorry guys#i apologize for anything that appears on this blog today#gladiator#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000#russell crowe
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the fact that craig reacted to his abusive father’s eulogy in which some guy was singing praises about what a “dedicated father” he was by laughing uncontrollably during the funeral and having to be taken outside for some “fresh air”. realest shit ever <3
#possibly the one time i don’t agree with joey’s parenting choices is when he’s like#is when he was like. implying it was wrong of craig to be laugjing or glad his dad was gone#i get removing him from the environment bc a lot of people probably found it inappropriate/it’s not good for craig to be on display like#that given the state he’s in#but like! joey. c’mon. his grief about his abusive father is going to be weird. if he laighs he laughs!#that being said the joey craig dynamic is literally everything to me#<3#degrassi#craig manning
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Do you ever read fanfic outloud?
Not usually to be fair. Sometimes I’ll read it to someone. Or read funny scenes out loud in ridiculous voices to make them even more funny. But usually I just read it in my head. Unless it fan poetry because I read pretty much all poetry out loud so I can feel the rhythm.
#I can’t hear the characters talking in my head if I’m drowning them out with my voice#I’m not a read aloud sort of person#There is a funny story tho#One time I was reading a fic#It was kinda inappropriate#Not like super bad#But there were definitely some spicier things being said#Now I thought it was funny#So I showed it to my sister#And we read the whole thing aloud really dramatically#We couldn’t stop laughing#alchem answers#ippy asks
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actually. hell might be watching a movie youve been looking forward to in a theater with six barely-teens right behind you
#the way i could barely focus on the fucking movie yall.........#literally giggling and laughing the whole fucking time at the most inappropriate shit#could NOT take a hint either.
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Tales From Mouth Othrys
Axel: Into the Lion’s Maw III
A thunderous crack startled Axel out of sleep. At first, he thought Hecate had darkened the Mist into onyx.
His memory kicked in: black marble walls. Jack had moved Pax and Axel to their own room in Mount Tamalpais. Jack attempted separate rooms, but, of course, Pax ended up in Axel’s room within twenty minutes of being split, fifteen more minutes than the Sabotage unit had bet on, leaving Prometheus with a score of 7 to 1 on prediction.[1]
Mementos from the dead scattered and clanged all over their carpet. Axel had left all other decorating to Pax. That was why Praetor Julian’s medallions, a centurion’s unicorn necklace, and other items clattered onto a pink shag carpet with paint splotches. Axel hoped they were paint splotches. Pax had, allegedly, found the carpet dumpster-diving with Matthias.
Panic hadn’t set in yet. Axel sat up, clutching something to his chest: the Triple A Chimera helm. A hiss erupted from the top of the plumes, something far too weak to be the helm’s gravely tones.
Honey, the weasel, appeared quite distressed by the movement, hissing and squirming to find comfort.
Above Axel, he could see Pax peering over his bunk, his amber eye glistening in their room’s night light. Matthias had installed it at the same time he installed Pax’s bunk. Axel had replaced the original cover: a British aristocrat’s glowing ass, the monocled and top-hatted man peering over his shoulder while mooning them. Now, it was a winking dryad. Still inappropriate but a massive improvement.
“Baller is upset,” Pax said, his voice trembling, “Was that an earthquake? Like, did Poseidon just take a massive shit? Imagine if that is what took out the titans—”
“Axel! Pax! My boys!”
Their door flew open.
The scene was a flashback overlapped into real time. Jack stood in his pink, monogrammed PJs, the back of a toilet seat raised like a baseball bat to attack potential intruders. The only difference from the first time was that the walls and toilet seat were black. Prometheus often quipped that Kronos might have an aneurism if their new camp didn’t have the right SS aesthetic.
“You’re okay!” Jack exhaled, lowering the lid with a thunk. The effort had made his arms shake. “The room next door collapsed. I thought—”
“You were going to dig us out where a toilet cover?” Pax asked, voice quivering.
“Yes, next best thing to a shovel—”
“Jack,” Flynn’s snap quieted Jack. He took a step back.
The Leader of Assault and Battery was mid-tugging a shirt over her chest as she came into view. Axel averted his gaze. “Luke is hurt,” she said. There was a faint jingling noise, signaling that she must have been wrapping her bun. She’d taken to wearing the goofy hair trinkets Pax made for her. “Ajax with me. We’re mobilizing to dig Luke out. Axel, with Kampe. She’s decided she’s leading the charge to camp Half-Blood while Kronos is occupied under rumble.”
Axel’s gaze shot up. “She’s what?” Her command was already taking effect. Axel sat up fully, careful to assure the helm and weasel stayed safe against his chest.
“She thinks they might be able to beat Percy Jackson back to his camp—”
“He was here?!” Pax yelped. He, too, appeared under Flynn’s command. He scurried down from the top bunk, only pausing to collect Honey from Axel’s helm. She squeaked indignantly. Axel appreciated it: a battlefield was no place for a newborn Mistform, no matter how fierce.
Flynn glowered. She liked to be interrupted (especially by children) as much as the soldiers of Mount Othrys liked doing Monster Laundry Duty.
Fortunately, Jack had no such reservations. He picked up one of their newly minted Orpheus Metal shirts from the ground and slipped it over Pax’s head. As if he were five years younger, Pax obediently lifted his arms to make it easier. Jack’s motion was frantic, and Axel had to wonder if Luke could get hurt after receiving the Curse of Achilles. “Well, kiddo, unless some other demigod’s parent has earned the title of ‘Earthshaker,’ then that’s our perpetrator—”
Someone’s words overtook Jack’s. It was Luke’s voice, but not. A second voice reverberated under the first, the same way Kouta, Axel’s older brother, made announcements for the circus, but maybe if Kouta was hyped up on some demonic energy drink. It was a two-toned cacophony, rusty and vile. As it roared, the building shook again, a hateful scream of, “Percy Jackson! After them—after them—”
Everyone froze. Even Flynn’s hold on the boys snapped.
Before, when Luke and Axel used to meditate together or when Luke had convinced Jack to allow Axel to join them at the Horizontal Monster Mash, Luke had described that voice. Between Luke’s gulps of beers, the color would drain from his face and his eyes would go hazy. He recalled the sublime and awful tauntings that haunted his nightmares, that would seep into his waking hours to remind him he was useless, merely a vessel, a stuffed animal disemboweled of its stuffing. (That last one, Axel knew, would upset Pax immensely.)[2]
That voice made Luke feel small, the way Axel’s father’s voice had for him. He didn’t need to ask why Luke followed its orders. It was impossible to resist when it was in your head all day.
Now it was Luke.
Axel couldn’t help but think of Pax, pitching their cause to new demigods: Have you heard the good word of Kronos? Overlaid with a blasphemous verse from his days at a Catholic elementary school: he has risen, just as he said.[3]
Kronos had risen.
Axel didn’t realize the Luke-Thing was still screaming. Not until Lucille stepped into their doorway.
She wore her battle armor. Her blonde hair was neatly braided back, and she carried a Greek-style helm under one arm and a pilum in the other. With her frail frame, she looked like a costumed Barbie. Their training taught Axel otherwise.
“Flynn. Axel.” Her tone was grave, the same way it always got before battle. “The strike force is moving out.” Her icy blue eyes shifted. “Jack, Pax, I’m sorry.” Giving them a fragile smile. It failed to comfort anyone.
Flynn’s gaze narrowed. “I’m not leaving Jack alone.” Ever again, Axel thought he could hear. Maybe with another faint echo of, Especially not with that thing. “What if the Ol’sissies double back while Luke is out of commission? A child of the Big Three? Maybe two if that earthquake wasn’t from Jackson?”
Lucille nodded. The half-sisters had a respect for each other’s combat intuition.
Despite trembling at Luke’s shrieking and the fear of angering Flynn, Pax whimpered, “B—but Mercedes said—”
That she could make Axel and Pax be part of the Sabotage Unit, away from the main battles. But, Axel knew it would be futile after his second cage match had gone so well, especially after the assault on the lab.
Lucille explained this gently, “I know, sweetie. But, Axel has proven himself over and over. It will boost everyone’s moral if he’s there.” She pressed her lips together. “And gain him favor with any new… changes in command.”
Axel had a gut-sinking feeling Lucille was right. The helm hummed in his grip. Now, more than ever, he needed to be seen fighting along the monsters�� side. If they were to survive assassinating Kronos after the war, they needed the full backing of Alabaster’s monster family.
Axel stumbled to the armor at the base of their bunks. His legs felt leaden. The fingers touching the helmet buzzed with painful anticipation, an electricity that made him lightheaded and eager. The opposite sensations left him disoriented. He needed to focus on one. He unwove a strip of leather from his armor and tethered the helm around his neck. That would need to do for now. He should leave it. They needed to test these in a controlled environment. But, instinct—
You’ll need me, Lieutenant.
Axel wanted to snap that he didn’t need anyone. A glance around the room proved no one had heard that but him. Maybe it couldn’t talk outside of Hecate’s realm.
Lucille had already lifted his breastplate to offer it to him.
Jack tugged at his hair, frantically looking from Axel, to Flynn, to Pax. “Oh, Lucille, keep my boy safe! He’s too young and pretty to die! We haven’t even gotten him a girlfriend or a solo in one of our concerts!”
Lucille giggled weakly. She couldn’t cover her mouth with a pilum in hand. “I’ll do what I can.” As Axel finished strapping on his armor, she turned to Pax. “Can you do me a huge favor?”
Three sets of eyes were intent on her: Pax’s multicolored ones, and the beady eyes of the two weasel kits.
“Go to the nursery and check on Charlie and Ethel for me.” Her eyes softened at the names.
Oh, Fortune bless Lucille. That would get Pax out of harm’s way. Besides, he was an excellent playmate for Charlie.
They walked as Axel finished strapping on his armor. Lucille led him out. Goodbyes—did they properly say goodbye? He remembered ruffling Pax’s hair, trying to ignore how Pax’s eyes welled with tears, the same way they always did before his cage matches—Don’t you dare die—and ducking under Jack’s attempted hug.
Their hallway was an offshoot from the main one. The main one had descended into chaos. Monsters and demigods jostled past each other. The Luke-thing’s howls left them panicked, disorganized, and disoriented. Its order was so primal: after them.
“Please proceed to battle in an orderly fashion. Please keep your voices low so you can standby for more orders!” Lucille’s charmspeak was sweet and kind. She never had the projection that Flynn’s snarls had, but all the soldiers within hearing distance slowed, relaxed, and fell more into military lines. The calming effect rippled to the others rushing by.
With the mob partially tamed, Axel could see down the hall towards Luke’s quarters. Part of the ceiling was collapsed. Krios, one of the Titan lords, stood beside the rubble with his arms folded, tapping his left bicep. “If you can’t ask nicely for help,” he said, voice booming, “then you needn’t bother asking at all.”
“Imbecile,” the not-Luke snarled back.
Krios rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.”
At least the Titan Lords seemed unbothered by Luke’s and Kronos’ unholy matrimony.
Something about seeing Krios standing there left Axel confused. “Kampe is leading us?” he asked. Hadn’t Luke mentioned something about Krios leading them through the labyrinth? Axel finished strapping on his old helmet. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it would keep his skull intact. His own confusion at the chain of events—going to Hecate’s realm, Flynn’s charmspeak, Kronos’ screams—was clearing.
Lucille nodded, helping up a demigod who had fallen in the chaos. “Yes.”
The younger camper blushed, thanked her, and darted after the others.
Axel felt skeptical. “But, she’s a jailor.” Did they give battle lessons in Grecian jail school?
“Luke gave her Ariadne’s string,” Lucille said, “The others are going to follow her.” She nodded to the disciplined line up at the labyrinth entrance. Because of newly established order, support was able to come through. Matthias could be seen walking down the line, chest puffed up and shoulders pulled back, as he handed out goody bags of ambrosia and, if Axel had to guess, fart bombs. He and a dracaena checked monster and demigod armor and handed out extra weapons.
Lucille continued, “She’s known to be a powerful entity—like Atlas. Why do you think Luke wanted Atlas when he had the other Titans?”
Recognition meant a lot to mythological beings. Axel clenched his jaw. Just another mythological aristocracy, as Alabaster would say. “Being a famous jailor doesn’t make a good strategist.”
They were approaching the labyrinth entrance. Axel had steered clear of this place, especially after Chris Rodriguez never came back. Selene Beauregard had told Luke that he was alive at Camp Half-Blood, but that he’d been left to babbling incoherence. Chris was the only one who had come out alive.
Another foolish scheme to send a demigod when a monster could thrive in the labyrinth.
Axel could see the mark of Daedalus. Alabaster had explained the symbol to him: a glowing blue D above the labyrinth entrance. Any time he walked in the hallway, it stuck out sorely: an exploitable security risk that had, indeed, been exploited. He didn’t understand why everyone had treated it like a kitty door for coatimundi to wander in. Jack and Pax had given him a weird look the day he’d growled, “It’s like no one else can see it.”
Watching how the others felt along the wall until finding a grip on the door, Axel realized the others really couldn’t see it.
Lucille glanced at him. “Are you nervous, Axel? It isn’t like you to protest so much.” She reached over to squeeze his arm. With Lucille’s status in the Attack and Battery unit and Axel’s recent rise to fame, no one minded how they cut in line. From the queasiness on some of the demigod’s faces, he assumed they wouldn’t have minded either way.
Axel stared at the entrance as they stepped up to it. He couldn’t stop his ears from twitching. Something felt wrong about this place. The strategist in him screamed. They were going underground—underground—chasing after a demigod that could cause earthquakes. “What if Percy doubles back and collapses the tunnels on us?”
“Recent rumor has it, Percy sprinted away from Luke and did not look like he was coming back. He was scared of Kronos. We’re in his army and I’m scared of Kronos….” Her brow furrowed. “I’m glad Pax agreed to check on Charlie. I can only imagine how terrifying those shouts are for them.” She frowned, and reached to twirl a lock of hair that was tucked too far back to reach.
Axel winced. Them. She meant Charlie and Ethel. Ethel didn’t handle this kind of shouting well, and Charlie was only a kid. “If there’s one thing Ajax is good at doing, it’s distracting people from terror.” And he and Lucille both knew Pax would be a she (instead of a he) if it would make Ethel more comfortable.
Lucille might have been about to thank Axel.
“Move it,” a quivering voice came from behind them. Feigned bravado. Axel suspected the waiting was about the same as waiting for a delayed tooth extraction: sometimes you just want to get something over with.
Axel took a deep breath. “If I lose my mind and forget who I am, promise me you won’t let Ajax convince me I’m a famous weasel catcher on Discovery Channel.”
That earned a real giggle. Axel remembered how cute he thought Lucille was the first time he met her at Monster Donut, before he knew about Ethel. That seemed so long ago.
“Oh, don’t make me promise that! I think you’d make a charming show host.” She suddenly hopped onto the tips of her toes, coming close to his height. She rearranged her pilum, so she could hold it and her helmet in the same hand. With her hand freed, she gracefully lifted it up and lowered it towards Axel.
It took Axel a heartbeat or two to realize she was offering her hand the way she might for a ballet partner to spin her. Or for a partner dance? It was called something in French that Alabaster would have known.
Axel took his friend’s hand, sheepish at how scarred and rough his looked compared to her dainty fingers. The absurdity of it—a ballet pose before battle—made him laugh.
Axel had no delusions. She was holding his hand for his sake. A return laugh for the one his joke incited.
He and Lucille stepped into the darkness, hands held high, into one of the most dangerous places of the mythological world.
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Thank all of you for reading! I think I rediscover my footing a bit better as a writer in the next chapter. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! (AND THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR COMMENTS, ASKS, REBLOGS, AND SWEETNESS! You're making it so worth coming back! <3)
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[1] Jack, “You’re old enough now that you can have your own room where your fanclub will know how to find you alone and, potentially, underdressed—“ Axel, “Ajax and I are still sharing a room.” Jack, “B—but your fan club!” Lou Ellen, “But your fan club!”
[2] Pax, “ARE YOU INSINUATING LUKE WAS ONCE A BABY PANDA--?!”
[3] Mathew 28.
#Tales From Mount Othrys#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olypmus#PJO#HOO#TFMO#fanfiction#Pax#Jack#Axel#Lucille#Flynn#Luke whining under a pile of rocks#Luke#Krios laughing at him#WEASELS!!!!!!#inappropriately timed dramatic dance moves Part I#writing
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guys when they find a disorder that literally describes their enture life experience
#squeaking#last time i tpld a therapist about my#hyperspecific delusions nd magical beleifs#she was like wow ive LITERALLY never heard of that IN MY LIFE#youre SO crazy i cant even assign u one of the premade Crzay Disorders. psychotic disorder not otherwise specified for you!#but like. Erm. Schizotypal is right there#feeling presence of absent people ?check#magical beliefs/superstitions (such as that people can read my mind)? check#other magical thinking#such as that god is real & hates me and that im actually immortal? ccheck#also the flat affect#and the inappropriate emotional response (laughs + smiles when angry and its really fucking frustrating#-brcause it means people dont take me seriously)#i fucking hate eye contact so much#i hate pursuing close relationships#im literally so paranoid like i KNOW people dont care about me. i KNOW they would throw me under the bus at the slightest chance#but i stay silly#Lol!#szpd#schizospec
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Vrains except they're v-tubers
Playmaker is a V tuber
Blue angel is a v tuber
They duel via Master Duel on live stream
Ai is a rogue AI v tuber
Kolter's hot dog van is where Yusaku streams from
#did i think of this au at a completely inappropriate time and had to hold back a laugh? of course i did#ygo vrains
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