#like idk how to explain it well?

[sweet-as-kiwis]

The guitar can hold a tune :D

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[barghest-land]

ata tu corazón, mi amor, y arrástralo por la tierra

[zarnzarn]

TW: jumping on the manwhore au but aftermath, discussion of S/A, read carefully.

Three weeks pass.

Odysseus is carried through them with ecstasy and joy, reuniting and grieving and laughing and rearranging.

But then everything settles down, and-

It was him who'd ordered it. Ordered owls to be carved into every free inch of Ithaka, coveted shipments of the secretive birds for his personal menagerie, sold trinkets in the market. Made no secret of who favoured them, when he had half the houses painted blue.

But now every step he takes in his own home haunts him.

He cannot so much as look to the side before feeling the urge to flinch away, shame growing inside of him until it chokes him up. Cannot look at any owls. Cannot look at any of his men.

("Well, if our captain can't think his way out of it, at least now we know talking filthy works just as well!" One of the men chortles, unaware of how Odysseus' blood had run cold, standing with his hand raised to knock.)

("This day, you've lost it all, consider this as my goodbye-")

("Come on, she's a beautiful, powerful lady! How bad could it really have been, Captain?")

("Captain?" Eurylochus whispers, as Odysseus wipes the blood off his mouth and reaches for his cloak. The ships are silent, even though the roar of the waves has left. Eyes stare at him from all directions, wide and-

Pitying? Horrified? Odysseus can't really tell.

"Full speed ahead," He says, voice ruined, and keeps his chin high as he hobbles back to his room.)

(When the sirens come, all he sees is Penelope. It is nice, at least, to know that he can discard the intrusive thoughts creeping in about natural reactions and forced pleasures.)

("Please- please don't do this, don't make me choose, I'll do anything-")

("Leave me the fuck alone, both of you. If Penelope does not take me back after all of this, it's her choice. But I have to get all of us off this island and it's better me than you.")

"Ody- Your Majesty!" Odysseus reaches into his robes, pulls out the whittling tool and the wood, busies himself as he walks. It's one of the younger men, the ones who'd barely been boys when they left. "Listen, we were wondering if- if you'd come join us at the festival! The- all of the men, really, we've been- heh- missing you since we now have to share you with the rest of the kingdom. We could- we could sing together? Like we used to?"

Athena's prayers.

"You go ahead," Odysseus murmurs, eyes on the carving. "Next time."

"But you didn't come for the last one either!"

"I have-" He hears his own sharp tone, stops and swallows to soften it. He was terrible to all of them, he knows, those last few days aboard the ship, rude and sharp and brutal like all the other royals, where he never was before. "I have work to do. Have a good day. I've heard the new hound stock is coming in today, you should see if you want a pet."

He ignores whatever is said in response, walking on. He wonders, darkly, what they think of him. Do they still think he enjoyed it? That it was a privilege to be had by gods?

("He won't speak to us!" One of them hiss that night, when the lad comes back sniffling and downcast, like all the others. They'd grown up with Odysseus, almost like younger brothers, and all of the younger ones were taking the sudden frigid silence hard. They all were. Somewhere they had lost their friend, left him behind without noticing, until only their king returned. "He cannot possibly think we think less of him for sacrificing so much, for- the gods are impossible to hold up against, he can't think we blame him for-"

"We don't know what he thinks," Polites says, pulling his head out of his hands and wrapping his arms around himself. "He doesn't even look at us."

The men around the fire are all silent.

"He has to know, right?" Someone whispers. "He has to.")

"What did happen on the trip back?" Penelope says, voice quiet, sitting next to him. He jolts. When did he reach their bedroom? "Something did. You have barely touched me since that first day."

Odysseus opens his mouth, but for the first time, he has nothing to say. What can he? She had known, the first second he had turned his eyes from her in shame, and yanked him back in anyway with eyes blazing like a lion, growling that she didn't care what he had to do to come back, as long as he had.

Odysseus doesn't feel like he has.

Penelope carefully takes the whittling knife away from him, as well as the spear he'd carved. "And you have not prayed, after your return."

(He had tried. Had walked right upto the temple steps when everyone was asleep, and then turned around and thrown up in a bush.)

"Have you heard the story of the high priestess Medusa?" He murmurs, staring at the wall. Watches the shadows dancing across. "Athena used to tell me about her. One of her favourite devotees. I never understood why she cursed her, when it was not her fault."

Penelope puts a hand on his shoulder. Both of them are shaking. She has seen the scars, the ones that glow beautiful and bright, left behind by each god who touched him.

"A gorgon, snake-woman, capable of turning anyone she looked upon to stone, gods and humans alike. No eyes upon her, ever again."

The breeze blows in.

"At the time, I thought it to be a curse." He whispers. Remembers the story of the way she had screamed in the temple bower for Athena's help, insane, at the feeling he knows now is violation of self and celibacy both; Athena's chosen, ripped away from one of their ways of worship by force. "Now I know it was a blessing."

"But-" Penelope swallows. "Perseus-"

"Was a mercy." He looks at the ground. "She was pregnant. She did not wish to be. Athena granted her so."

"The shield is to honor her," Penelope murmurs. "Not a trophy."

He hums.

"I-" Penelope starts, voice thick. "I remember when you asked. When we first got married. If I was fine with not being joined with you in bed often, as long as I was satisfied. Was it-?"

"Only her priestesses can have true celibacy, her devotees less, me lesser. I had a crown to continue, so Athena accepted a more lenient vow, when I became her student." He stares out at the sea, the sky. "But I had vowed. I had sworn." A half-sob escapes him, some delayed noise of grief. It feels far away now, and the scars have all healed, but he cannot move past the violation, the stares, the whispers. The shame of betrayal. "I had an oath, Penelope."

"It was not your fault," Penelope whispers, taking his hand like he will shatter like glass. "Poseidon seems to target all of Athena's people. If anything-"

"We fought," He says, turning his head to press his face to her shoulder, shuddering as he confesses it. Abandoned by his own god. "She left. Maybe this is her punishment, all the eyes, all the time. Paranoid that another Olympian will jump out of the shadows, do it again."

"Or," Penelope says after a long pause. "She does not know. Only one way to truly find out."

Odysseus considers.

"Could you," He swallows, throat clicking. "Could you get me- the things from my shrine?"

-

He does not expect her to actually arrive.

He shakes in front of her, for the first time, feeling small and foolish and broken. Wishes he could go back to being twelve, do it all over correctly. "Lady Athena," He says, as formally as he can. "I beg your forgiveness. Please- please, is there anything I can do to-"

"About time," She interrupts, bored. "Finally willing to concede that I was right?"

Odysseus feels bile rise in his throat. "Yes, goddess. I was- stupid, to ever consider otherwise."

Penelope's hand is clenched tight in his robes, kneeling with him.

"Good," Athena says, pleased. "A war well won, all things considered. Our glory will go down in the history books." A pause. "Why are you on the floor?"

"What?" He chokes out.

"You've never kneeled to me once, even when I've taken you out at the ankles, you impudent brat," She snorts. Odysseus feels his pounding heart freeze in his chest at the- fondness in her voice. Fondness. She is not furious with him, not unforgiving. "What, do you want something else-"

She knocks him on the head, flicking him on the forehead playfully- then freezes as he looks up at her. Goes completely still, and he knows she can see what they did to him.

Penelope's hand reaches out to steady him.

"Only your forgiveness, goddess," His voice breaks. "Only that."

-

After, Penelope holds him, crying silently herself as she wipes at his cheeks. Athena sits with her head in her hands, helmet removed, anger finally under control but completely silent. Just sits there at the edge of their bed, bent over, face buried in her own palms.

Finally, she straightens, inhaling. Turns to look at him. "You may not be alive to see it," She tells him, quiet and furious. "But this is their last transgression, I swear to you. I will find a way to get revenge. They will die."

"I do not-"

"They will die. And no vows have been broken." She hesitates, hand hovering over his ankle. Odysseus crumbles, nodding desperately, and nearly passes out at the relief of the familiar touch, sharp and cleansing, godly and unlike the chaos of all the others. "You need not apologise to me about that."

He sniffs, turning his face into Penelope's shoulder. It feels freeing, some latent relief that Athena finally sees him, understands, forgives. She is not the terrifying goddess so far removed, cold and cruel, that he was starting to think she truly might be; bowed over in grief and horror for him, like a friend- he just wishes this was not the reason why.

Her eyes are gold at the edges. Crying. Nauseated almost, at the fact that- her uncle. Her father.

"Would you-" Odysseus wheezes. His heart hurts still, for their fight, for what happened after, for how hard he knows she will take it. "Can you-"

"Anything, champion," She says softly, strained. Gives him a half-smile. "My friend."

"The wings-" He whispers, feeling stupid, but-

"Slow," Penelope murmurs, reaching out to steady Athena as she climbs in close. Her voice is wrecked. She does not say anything more.

Owl wings fold around him, not white or blue or pink, patterned and brown like the mud; home. Home.

"No one will see you," Athena murmurs, and her voice is wretched, but caring. "No one can see you. Peace."

"Peace," Odysseus repeats, and leans into them both, letting the darkness shroud around them like an embrace. Peace.

Home.

[weinzapfel]

🤫

[kug-the-carrot]

After thinking about it, I can think of nothing more powerful than Alexander Skarsgard's Murderbot pulling the most disgusted face and bluntly stating it has no gender and does not want one. New viewers who do not know Murderbot and will be expecting the typical white male power fantasy "robot marine" are going to have to come to terms with that and I for one think it is a delightful notion

Would I have liked a non white cis man casting? Yes, but I'm also ready to see people tie themselves into knots over a masculine appearing character say it has no gender or sex and also wants neither

[sluttyimpala]

moderation - florence + the machine

[sweetsuo]

Chiika is a very odd character to me so far since we know so little about him and what we do know is from Endo’s POV so we don’t rly know how reliable it is. BUT I do have very specific head canons about him like a voice SO HERE YA GO

 [slaps fic like an old car]

𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥

Chiika Takiishi x fem!Reader

Cw. Crying. Sex work. Rough sex. Emotional conflict. Blood. Mention of birth control & period (blood unrelated to this).  Genre & Synopsis. [ SMUT! ] Taming the beast that is Chika Takishi. wc. 1.2k

Chiika’s hand slides along your throat, grazing the sensitive flesh with a shocking amount of care. You’ve seen those same hands break bones, yet he touched you now like you’d break under the slightest pressure. He had you pressed with your back to the hardwood floor, right hand caressing the curvature of your body. His expression was blank, but you could see the slight crease between his brows as he focused on you. 

His fingertips grazed the slit between your thighs. Long, pretty cock twitched at the slick forming at his fingertips. He played, stroking up and down to his leisure. Within his left hand, he felt the heave of your chest through the palm of his hand and the way your heart fluttered by the pulse under his fingers. When he inserted his middle finger and you arched your back at the flame that singed you from within, he let slip a satisfied grin. 

He's come a long way from a few days ago, when his tender touch was nothing more than rabid rutting between your legs: 

Endo bought your time in the hopes that getting laid would be best for his dear virgin friend, Chiika. He even acted as mediator the first time in case something was to go awry. From meeting him, you understood what the brunette meant when he said Takiishi was ‘a tough nut to crack.’ His expression barely changed, he seldom gave reactions to what was going on around him, and even the slightest issue resulted in someone breaking or bleeding. He seemingly had no interest in nearly anything aside from fighting and destruction. 

Taming this monster of a man was no easy feat, either. The redhead only fucked you initially because Endo promised him something or another in return. After, it was obvious that he had a sex drive. For about a week straight, he fucked you like a wild animal. Frightening as he was, you couldn’t deny how much of a turn-on it was. The mix of desire and curiosity melded, resulting in your extended stay with the two. Chiika kept with his routine. No foreplay. No Prep. Just a quick, rough, session until he was satisfied. It would happen whenever, wherever. You practically had to keep lube on-hand for when the act could happen.

He was rough. He didn’t stop even if you were spent. He truly only cared about his own needs, treating you nothing more than a doll to satiate his needs before a prowl. He didn’t emote and he barely made a sound past grunting. It was always doggy, no eye contact. No intimacy. No interest in you. He’d finish and leave Endo to take care of the aftercare when you were left overstimulated.

It wasn’t until you cried did he stir from his shell. His cock was nestled deep within you, tip bottoming out painfully. You bit your finger hard and sniffled, body entirely too tense for comfort and legs trembling from underneath. You had your head bowed and your shoulders shook as tears dripped down your cheeks. With a pitiful hic, you steeled yourself for more. You were determined to see this man crack at some point. And crack he did... just not in the way you thought. 

Rather than continue, Chiika slid out. 

“Fuck’s wrong?” 

You blink away newly formed tears as you stare bewildered over your shoulder, “Wh- huh?” 

He shifted on the bed, roughly pulling you onto your back to face him. His hands were at either side of your head on the bed and his frame hovered over you, reminding you of his size. Your body went cold and you feared you’d be the next blood pulp for his fireworks. It was then you noticed his eyes. The dreadfully dull honey hues now seemed to have a shred of concern. They betrayed the flat-pressed line of his lips. 

“What. The fuck. Is wrong?” His voice is cold, flat in affect, but forceful in its question. 

“You...” Your mouth opened and closed, searching to find words through the frenzy of your thoughts. Your chest rises and falls. He grabs your cheeks roughly, squishing them between his forefinger and thumb. He examines your expression thoroughly and then looks down. There was a very light spotting of blood on the sheets. You already knew from the pain this was going to happen. 

He didn’t flinch, just tilted his head. It took him a moment to piece things together. You’d been on birth control to skip your period. There was a bit of color on his cock, too. “I did that.” His hand loosened on your cheeks. Takiishi sat upright, hands pressing at your thighs to separate the thick of them in investigation. His nose scrunched and the corner of his lips twitched ever so gently downward, “Yeah?” His eyes are on you again. The intensity of his stare was startling. You couldn’t quite place what his expression was telling you but his voice -

Was that... concern?

“Y-yeah,” You sniffle out, “Usually can prevent it but,” You revisit how he grabbed your wrist to bring you to the bedroom as soon as he got home. You didn’t have the time to grab the lube this time. A wave of irritation overcame you, overtaking every other step of preservation in your system, “You always just go in without any prep work! Like yeah, sure, you have a nice dick an’ all, but I barely have time to use lube and this time I didn’t even get to grab it!” You rub your eyes, a roll of hics shattering your scarlet voice, “A-and you’re ramming your cock into my cervix so hard it hurts.Like fuck’s sake, did Endo not even tell you what to do? I get you were a virgin but forreal? The hell were you expecting?” You’re still on your back, palms pressed to your eyes and you wait for whatever is to come. At this point you didn’t care what he did. Not that he ever laid a hand on you for anything other than sex. The risk was always there.

“Oh.” He mutters dryly. You don’t know what he’s doing, but the weight shifted on the bed. Large, warm palms wrapped around your wrists, puling your hands away from your eyes. He licked the tear form your cheeks, calming your crying via sheer confusion. “What do I do?”

“Uh...” You blink, crying nearly stopped, “For me not to bleed?” 

“For you not to hurt.” There was novel warmth in his words. You feel a flush to your cheeks.  

“A little hurt is fine,” You noted, “I guess start with foreplay? Go slow?”

“Sure. Not tonight. Tomorrow.” Chiika nodded, flopping back onto his pillow. It wasn’t an apology, but probably the closest you’d get to it for right now. You’d take this as a win. You broke through. 

You’ve begun to train the beast. 

[lazylittledragon]

right now i'm very torn between "taking critique is important as an artist and it's not an attack on me personally" and "people commenting about my same face syndrome under my posts upsets me an unreasonable amount and i wish they would stop doing it"

[lilyblossom-art]

I came up with this idea for an AU and it's been occupying my mind for way too long lol My brain kind of already created a main trio for it too-

Anyway, here's all the main characters ig

The designs are definetly still a work in progress. Also I completely forgot about Lana-

[mari-lair]

Thinking about the Sif is Out AU, and would Bonnie eventually be a boss fight for Siffrin where they try to prove how much stronger they've gotten so 'Stupidfrin' doesn't treat them like a kid anymore?

How long until Bonnie wins?

Bonnie wouldn't go out of their way to hurt Siffrin, they always resort to verbal attacks when they get angry not punches, (they had a GIANT crisis about siffrin losing an eye for them + the guilt of giving Sif pineapples in this au) even when they snap they only attack when you try to approach (like the memory of promise fail) but I do find your question very intriguing.

So let's assume the kid is on their equivalent of ACT 5, the family is too busy with their own issues to give them enough attention, and it all comes crashing down, they don't want to hear Siffrin's "everything alright bonnie?" again since Siffrin is stupid and will forget everything, they want to 'explode the world'! In that scenario, it wouldn't take long for Bonnie to beat Siffrin in battle.

Not because of how strong they got (since Bonnie never properly/officially entered a battle, only occasionally giving the team a support hit, they barely gain any experience, 10 levels for the party is one for them, and they are too young to craft. Though they are indeed noticeably stronger.) but because Siffrin will not fight back (in the very hard possibility Bonnie convince Siffrin to attack it would be fake attacks, very light, and non dangerous. Siffrin isn't trying to hurt them) Depending on what Bonnie screams at Siffrin, Siffrin wouldn't defend himself either, just... take any hit given because "they deserves it"

...Bonnie would hate that. Deep down they look up to Siffrin and don't want to hurt him but they are SO BLIND WITH ANGER, they don't understand why attacking Siffrin, one of their biggest sources of conflict in the loops isn't helping! They are just exploding and doubling down. They will eventually hurt siffrin, (not nearly as bad as the eye, but a visible ugly injury) and that's bad. When Bonnie eventually snaps out of it, they would carry that through the loops, feel guilty.

[dear-ao3]

Heyy totally weird question and having never experienced a long term relationship before this is really coming just from a place of curiosity, I'm deeply sorry if I'm stepping over a line. Did your ex boyfriend change as a person as time went by, because I remember loving your posts about him, and everything seemed wonderful and adorable about your dynamic, thinking that even if these complete strangers to me break up one day it will be full of mutual respect and understanding. Can a person really change up like that? Like were there ever any signs that he is a douchebag capable of breaking things of over a text and anything else that he's done or was he never actually like that and a "change" happend over night?

I am not at all probing into your life, please don't think that, nor am I asking for some kind of explanation no, just curious about someone turn up to be a complete douchebag at the end

i mean yea there were signs, generally when youre dating someone in the beginning things seem fine and dandy and then it all falls apart later. most of the problems stemmed from the fact that he broke a lot of bad habits and then gained them back. we were also pretty young and in that weird limbo stage of life where youre figuring out what the fuck you want to do and when youre in that area of life (college) things can change very quickly and you can very quickly realize that you are not as perfect for someone as you once thought.

actually though we were decently mature towards the end of it and knew it was falling apart and were like okay when the time comes we will be respectful and this will be mutual and likely we will remain friends (cause we did get along pretty well, there were just a lot of logistics that were not working) and then he decided to dump me over text (which he didnt really realize he was doing? he thought it was a break he was proposing but he worded it so badly that i was like um no this is a breakup. goodbye. then he tried to be like oh no no no we are still good for eachother! so even though he definitely started it i finished it) and all respect was lost

tho despite all that crap i dont regret it, there was a lot of fun, learned a lot about myself and most importantly learned what it does feel like to be in love. its not my fault it didnt work out, there was a lot of stuff that i was aware of at the beginning that would make it challenging and i knew it wasnt going to last forever, but while it was good it was definitely good.

[32girassoisdevangogh]

Verbs conjugations in spanish are so specific it's not necessary to write the pronoun to indicate if it's first, second or third person.

It would eat you alive = te comería vivo.

Is a very direct translation but without "eso" (it) because is not needed.

However, it/eso generally has an objectified connotation which makes sense as Bill distances himself from the monster so Ford makes no connection.

But in spanish, since no pronoun is used, it feels more like a hint than a cover-up.

[purpurussy]

i’m really glad to see everyone saying that overall the show was amazing. i think because they made the bold choice to really go for it. like the boxing thing or the theories iceberg or the doll humping (can’t believe that’s a real thing i just said oh god) could’ve gone cringe if they hadn’t just fully committed to it. i knew i’d love it regardless but it’s sooooooo great to hear that it really was just a great fucking (heh) time. i’m that much more excited for my show now

Real it was SO GOOD!!! I have to be honest I was mentally preparing for it to be a bit cringe dsdfhkl but it really wasn't at all. My friend described it as having the exact right level of self-awareness, which I think was really accurate. They fully committed to everything, it felt like they were having a great time being on stage too! There were so many moments that made me genuinely laugh out loud, it was an incredible show and I really wanna see it again

[kikithefox231]

YALL. LISTEN. THEYRE THE SAME.

AND SO COMPELLING!!!

[crazy-fangirl2524]

Finally watched challengers and the entire time I was just thinking that’s how exy should be filmed