#omg a convo !?

[cobaltfluff]

wait, who's getting married??

[passionartx]

Reminder of a Starline themed BumbleKast Q&A where Ian Flynn as Starline talks about what he would have done with Sonic and Tails bodies after the events of Issue 50: [ Tw! Child Death + Taxidermy ]

Starline is such a genuinely terrifying character (who I miss everyday ahh) and his disregard for children and his willingness to mentally and physically manipulate them for his own evil purposes (especially in the context of this answer) is genuinely chilling. It’s something I think even Eggman would be semi disturbed by which is saying a lot.

The idea of him using Sonic and Tails preserved bodies as trophies and as an example to others is so insanely horrifying, and the “well then I’ll just have to start a gallery won’t I!” in response to the idea of other hero’s trying to rise up against him somehow finds a way to make it extra disturbing. The mental image of Amy, Knuckles and all their other friends seeing what Starline has done to the brothers… to their family ��

The thought of Surge and Kit having a constant physical reminder of what they’ve done… that while Sonic and Tails may be out the way, the two unwilling doppelgangers will forever be in their shadow, unable to truly fill the roles they were forced into and the bond the brothers had. Them getting everything they thought they wanted, yet still feeling empty inside.

Long story short: Ian Flynn did not need to go this crazy with this answer but gosh am I glad he did.

[zarnzarn]

Epic post canon fluff for the soul!

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"Athena, help, help!" Odysseus hisses, darting behind her. Athena tenses up, grabbing her spear. "Your wife is after me!"

"She is your wife," Athena rolls her eyes, relaxing and letting the weapon dissolve. Odysseus presses himself between her stature and the wall, arranging her robes around him to make it seem she was sitting on the settee alone.

"As are you," Odysseus says pointedly. The delusion never fails to make an odd rush of emotion go through her, something both bashful and giddy and embarrassed to be feeling both. "And speak softer, she's going to hear you."

"What did you do anyway?" Athena sighs, leaning back against him and stifling a grin as he squawks at the heavy weight of her. "Penelope is a calm, rational woman- she's not one usually to send you running like this."

"What are you talking about?" Odysseus says, outrage muffled behind her. "Calm and rational- do you know she once made me fistfight a merchant who she thought was giving us low quality carpets for our wedding? Carpets, Athena!"

"I don't know how you two keep this kingdom running," Athena sighs, shaking her head as she picks her weaving back up. Two arms sneak around her waist, and she shifts downwards with a soft smile no one can see, letting him hug her tight as if he can squeeze his affection into her body. She does not know how it continues to feel like this, even ten years later, like every day is filled with nothing but satisfaction and content and happiness. "What-"

"Athena!" Telemachus crashes into the door as he loses grip on the marble flooring with his old sandals that really need to be burnt. He shakes his head and turns to run at her, throwing himself at her side like intends to crawl behind as well, like he is not a lad of twenty-six summers now. "Mom is- oh, hi, dad!"

"Hey, Tele," Odysseus says warmly, and Athena begs for patience as they both try to adjust themselves behind her. "Did she see you?"

"No! But-"

"What," Athena slams her hands down on the loom. "-did you two even do? And why am I collateral in your foolishness?"

"Because we're your favourites," Telemachus says shamelessly. She regrets the day she and Penelope decided to leave the sweet child alone with his insufferable brat of a father for that holiday they took together around the island. He was never quite the same ever again. "And shhh, she's gonna hear you!"

"Let her," Athena says mutinously. "And you're wrong- Diomedes is my favourite. The calmest, quietest one of all of my students."

"Then stop sending him away to guide youngsters on magical quests!" Penelope snaps as she storms in. Athena is ashamed to admit she quails back at the furious entrance with wide eyes. "Maybe then I'd get someone else in this house who isn't an absolute fool!"

"Penelope-" She says, as if she's done something wrong and she is also not an ancient goddess of war who fought the Titans themselves.

"Athena," Penelope says dangerously. "Where are those rascals?"

Said rascals are frozen still like deer behind her, so much so she barely remembers she's there. "What... rascals?"

Penelope wears a look of incredulity at the terrible attempt at a lie, something that Athena also shares in vague disbelief at her own self, before suddenly changing her tune, looking for all the world a weary, middle-aged, fond woman.

"My darling Athene," she coos, sweet as honey. "Beloved husband mine. Where are those annoying brats, please tell me?"

Athena's heart skips a beat and her fingers stutter on her shuttle.

This nonsense had all started some accursed months ago when she had woken up one morning beside Penelope, Odysseus already gone ahead for the morning to bathe, Athena pressed into the warmth he'd left behind after a particularly bad migraine the previous night.

"I am- not your husband," she manages, trying not to blush at the words. "I do not why you insist on calling me so."

Penelope pouts.

Then Penelope had stretched and thrown an arm and leg over her, and suddenly she was wide awake as the other nuzzled into her neck and murmured, "Good morning, husband."

Athena had burned for that one brief moment, then abruptly teleported out of there to Odysseus in their bathhouse, wading into the water with all her clothes on, babbling apologies and awkward explanations to the bewildered man, while fighting the sudden mortifying realisation of Why have I been sleeping in their marital bed? followed shortly by WHY HAVE THEY BEEN LETTING ME?

And after Odysseus had gotten the whole story out of her- she had not been hysterical, fuck off, Odysseus- he had almost laughed himself sick with mirth. Then after she'd bellowed at him to take it seriously, he'd chuckled and swam closer to her.

Athena had not slipped into the water in shock.

"I won't lie, I do like the sound of it, though," Odysseus had purred. Swam closer and placed his hands on her hips, scalding hot and real. "Penelope would look good with two husbands, don't you think? What say, Pallas Athena, will you be my wife too?"

It had hit her like a sword to the gut, the realisation that he was teasingly seducing her, and it hit like a second sword to the face that even if he didn't really mean it, she wouldn't mind, which was a horrifying development to suddenly be aware of, and the result of that was-

"CEASE!" She had shouted and splashed the entire floor in her mad scramble to get away from him, Odysseus cackling behind her. She had promptly gotten as far away from the entire mad island of Ithaka as she could, and then picked a fight with poor Eros, who was probably the only innocent party in this whole situation.

But after that, they had not stopped, the bastards that they were- went about calling her that all the time, introduced her to people with the title they felt like inflicting on her that day, held her close with the same casual possession they used with each other.

"Are you worried about being the second?" Penelope says brazenly, bangles jingling as she puts her hands on her hips. "Don't worry, love, once I get my hands on Odysseus, you will be my one and only, and we can replace that donkey I call a son as well. Now, I heard you talking to them, where are they?"

"Aw, how come I don't get the title of donkey?" Odysseus says as he peeks out from behind her, and Penelope's face becomes full of rage.

"YOU-!" She hitches up her skirts and chases her laughing husband around the room, shouting insults and curses.

Athena sits there silently, still trying to recover from what Penelope had said so casually to her.

Maybe- maybe it wasn't a joke after all? Were they actually serious-

"You know they are not joking, right?" Telemachus says, sudden sharp knowing in his voice. She looks over at him, and he smiles softly, lifting himself to his knees as he makes his way past her open hair to press a fond kiss to her cheekbone. "They really love you, ma."

Athena makes a truly undignified gurgling noise. Then narrows her eyes. "Manipulation."

"It can be manipulation and truth!" Telemachus says as he reaches out and straightens out the threads of her look that had gotten tangled in all the mess. "I am the product of your intellectual labour, am I not?"

"Are you?" Athena grumbles darkly, and he laughs high and sharp. He has dozens of suitors of his own now, children of heroes and gods alike- and he has every last one wrapped around his finger as easy as breathing, toying with them all so gently they can't do anything but enjoy it as he lazily chooses between them, all father's charm and mother's beauty and smile as sharp as any wolf's.

Athena is so incredibly proud of him.

"Yes," He says, then slumps against her as they watch Penelope pull off her sandals to throw at Odysseus. She misses, and a vase goes crashing to the floor instead as Odysseus slips past her once more. "Mom really is in love with you, though. I can tell."

"I-"

"She knows that too. But maybe come for dinner more often, that's enough to make her day." Athena turns to look at him, raises an eyebrow. Telemachus smiles sunnily. "And there isn't a mortal or Olympian alive who knows what the hell kind of insane dynamic you have going on with dad, so I'm not going to bother asking."

"You used to be such a sweet child," Athena says despairingly. "Why were you tainted so."

Telemachus guffaws.

Another vase crashes to the floor and Athena sighs.

"My most beloved," She calls out, words fitting awkwardly in her mouth. Still, it's worth it to see them both freeze and whip around to stare at her with wide eyes and red cheeks, strangulation and excuses forgotten. She snorts, Telemachus giggles excitedly. "Please. May we forget these petty squabbles and go to lunch? I find myself hungry today."

"Yes!" The two of them practically teleport to her side, looking up at her with adoring, worshipful expressions. Telemachus gestures something encouraging in the side of her vision, and goes on ahead to get the cook ready, successfully escaping his mother's ire.

Athena smiles. Builds up her courage and leans down once on either side to peck them both on the lips and pushes down a smug smile at their stunned expressions as she straightens back up, relishing in the satisfaction of getting one over them after weeks of teasing.

"Well?" She says as she reaches the door, turning back to see them clutching at each other and staring at her, cheeks scarlet. Such beautiful idiots they are, the both of them. She huffs in amusement. "I'll let whoever reaches first call me their wife in front of Hermes tomorrow."

Odysseus and Penelope both shout in dismay and start tussling with each other to reach the door first and Athena laughs as she shifts into an owl and flies overhead, towards yet another day with her favourite people.

[elysianwayy77]

My favorite horror movie? Probably "I was good. I was really good."

[chlix]

skz as texts from ur evil boyfriend

genre: angst but idk i also think it's funny warnings: cheating A/N: have ya'll seen that tiktok trend where ppl are posting edits of VILLAINOUS texts from their exes? yeah this is that. all these texts are copied from screenshots....thoughts and prayers to all OPs

chan:

minho:

changbin:

hyunjin:

jisung:

felix:

seungmin:

jeongin:

[elenagoeslightly]

Ok but girl asra is so fucking heartbreaking

Imagine losing the person you love bc you left them alone, even if you begged them to go away with you during a plague but being unable to convince them

And they die.

So the first thing you do is search for their body, being probably traumatized beyond belief by the fact that you dig and find their bones so you go and sacrifice part of your heart to bring them back and not only they don't have a clue of who you are, but you basically have to teach them how to be a human again and probably going insane bc every time you try to tell them how you feel about them or who they were to you they have a fucking physical breakdown and you nearly get a heart attack every time it happens.

(someone who can do art pls do a fan art of him and raf trauma dumping on each other over a Capri sun or something like that I need it for my mental health)

[7cfc00]

imagine if your future self told you that his best friend is your further in the future self who is also a cowboy

[peteytheparrot]

He’s fine guys 👍

[racinu]

transfem fret save me

[realtapiocafan]

texts that reminded me of joe'marr 😁 (funny version)

[baeshijima]

designated driver!blade standing outside your office building looking so menacing while coldly asking for you and everyone thinks he's your debt collector or sumn but you come down to meet him and he's just like "you forgot your lunch. i came to bring it to you. don't forget next time. i won't do this again (he will). text me when you're done. i'll come pick you up."

STOP imagine all your coworkers thinking you're in trouble and owe someone something. i mean, how could they not? dressed in all black, a mask, a glare that screams "come near me and you die", a brooding aura much like those exaggerated in the movies, and just an overall sketchy vibe.

so, of course they're going to follow you out when you go to the lobby to meet him! and they're glad they did because he makes a move to pull something from his inner trench coat pocket and—

it's a... cutely wrapped lunchbox? and what's this flowery aura around him when you smile at him? even despite the mask, they swear they can see a blush creeping up his cheeks as you bid him a "see you later!", leaving him to gaze after your retreating figure with an aura akin to that of a kicked puppy. he reverts back to the cold and menacing man they initially thought him to be when he turns to leave, scaring away anyone who walks within his vicinity.

...what is this unbelievable gap moe?

[distorted-prince]

[bylerpining]

i can totally see them doing that trope for the painting reveal where they get interrupted before they get the chance to really talk about it just to kind of tease it for a later scene.

like they're in the middle of doing something with the whole team gathered and mike and el have a brief aside. they're talking and mike casually mentions the painting, el goes "what painting?" and then we just get a second where mike pauses and looks confused before someone interrupts them and they have to get back to the action. then ofc this would prompt mike to start piecing together what it means and dealing with his own feelings about it to build up to a big confrontation scene with will later on

[cuephrase]

if you ever see me being normal about a robin- no you didn’t, that was not me, that was an imposter, file a missing report, send for help

[mizushidokoro]

sukumejaku have this mean girls 2+1 dynamic where sukuna and uraume are the queen bee and her second-in-command, and kenny’s just that weird hanger-on they can’t seem to get rid of.

like sukume are just chilling, kikiing, reminiscing about the good old Heian era like “wait remember when you diced up that one fujiwara guy like an onion lmao,” “yeah and u made him into a stew lol good times we should do that again” and kenjaku butts in like “oh are you talking about fujiwara blah blahblah? I remember that guy from yap yap yapyapyap” and after he finishes it’s just *crickets* “—so anyways you should make that stew” and they resume talking like he doesn’t even exist

[petitesmafia]

seeing bsd 101 and 105.5 get animated one episode apart is kinda funny bc it’s like Dazai’s speech didn’t even marinate for 10 minutes and here comes Fyodor talking about “shallow 7 year bond” bitch I’d be mad as hell too 😭

not to mention Fyodor was throwing Dazai's words back at him but ummm he didn't even say all that shit for you...he was talking to CHUUYA. likeee you need to mind your own business and stay in your own lane dude you could never understand our soukokuism