#on some level

[lobster-lover]

some recent stuff!! ive been spending my time adventuring, and timing

[planetlongjourney]

I feel like quark would draw odo things in his jail cell

Ft. The drawing i did on a post-it note and then redrew on ibisPaint 😲

(Oh yeah and the outfit comes from an OC I did a few months ago-)

[weewooooweew]

curled on the floor sobbing my eyes out and crying so hard i'm choking

[vetenarishitposting]

2 things I've learned about the batman fandom:

1. Don't ignore canon

2. Except the canon I personally want you to ignore

[mswyrr]

Whether it's intentional or not, a woman's meaningful rejection-- usually a marriage proposal, often on moral grounds--is a romance trope. And it's not a "fixing him" romance trope either: my two favorite examples, Lizzie from P&P and Margaret from North & South, are ones where the woman's objections are a combination of valid and invalid points.* And the rejections lead these male characters to intense soul-searching and reevaluation of what they're doing, to "fixing" themselves. They make demonstrable changes in their lives, simply because her opinion means that much.

It's a romance trope. And it's one that 1x07 plays into. Everything stops when Sydney walks out -- and Carmy appears shattered by this rejection. He is not reacting the way you do to an employee leaving or even a friend. And then he does what Darcy and Thornton do, which is that he reevaluates everything in light of why she felt she had to do that. And commits to not driving her away like that again - a commitment that--despite him flaking and being increasingly ill and dysfunctional in S2--he keeps trying every means he can think of** to live up to.

It's delicious. It centers the heroine as someone who, even when she is not perfectly in the right, has things to say that matter more than anything else. Her words carry weight, her decisions too. She's not a patient, suffering saint or meriting consideration in that way; she's a human being with dimensions and complexities, and yet incredibly important. This person will reshape his life to repair the damage between them. He'll even reshape his life not yet knowing that she will return -- just because she said so, and her word matters that much.

*people (hi reddit) have been too shitty hammering on 1x07 as somehow Sydney's fault to go into detail about exactly who did what. I see Sydney as being majority in the right and *absolutely* in the right to walk out, so I'll say I don't see her as being forced by the narrative to be flawless, and that I like that, and leave it at that

**except therapy and meds. bro! bro. bro. DUDE. get some fucking therapy

[episims]

Erika "Have you heard Tristan playing, Elise? He's quite good at it, too."

Elise "I know!"

Darius Would be weirder if I didn't invite him, so whatever...

Esther "Got the invitations handled, pup?"

Darius "Yeah."

Esther "I'm glad that you changed your mind about having a party. It'd be a shame to leave this kind of big steps uncelebrated!"

Darius "Ugh, just—no speeches. And I already invited everyone I wanted, so-"

Esther "You won't see me even glancing at the phone, that's a promise. Even though Will might get upset to not see you growing-"

Darius "Mom."

[saints-helen]

:333

More crepic making out! With even MORE angst this time! :D

Implied human cross and epic, but feel free to ignore the like, three lines that reference that😭

All the cw and tw are in the past btw, because epic would NEVER, so dw about that, it's just cross thinking about the past

Heed the tags, enjoy!

Cross felt his breath knocked away, his eyes fluttering closed and open as epic gently kissed him, he reached out his arm by instinct, to grip, to pull, to- Anything, but epic stopped him, gently yet firmly grabbing his scrambling wrist, calming him for a moment, squeezing, before he interlaced their fingers together and cross Breathed.

Cross settled on having his eyes closed, his hand squeezing epic's here and there for reassurance, and it was always met with a steadying squeeze back as he slowly yet surely relaxed, as epic hasn't gone any deeper yet.

Yet.

He squeezed his hand yet again, Tighter this time, more insistent, and epic squeezed right back, thumb tracing over his hand's back in circles as he tilted his head, gentle, soft,

Patient.

Cross willed his eyebrows to relax, willed his shoulders to untense as they broke away a moment to breathe, only to get right back to it, the nerves alight in his head calming, smoothing beneath the slow, warming heat.

He exhaled through his nose finally, relaxing, and he felt epic smile against him, as if he couldn't help it, and it made his breath stutter all over again.

God he likes this but God he hadn't done this in so Long, not like this, at least, and never for this long.

It was a precursor before everyone else's favourite event, and it never seemed to matter whether cross wanted to indulge in it a bit more before moving on, so he'd simply stopped asking.

But he never had to Ask with epic. Well, he Did, actually, but it was moreso to get Rewarded for asking (usually with extra kisses) than it was for keeping himself.. safe, as epic had put it.

It still seemed Weird, that he has a choice in this, that he has a choice in any of this at all and wasn't just expected to do it to fulfill some unseen, unsaid quota of their relationship, that he wasn't "failing" by "depriving" epic of what he so surely "deserved".

(He's the one that scoffed, He's the one that insisted cross put quotation marks around those words, and as miffed and annoyed as cross was about it, he's never been one to disobey. So, he obeyed, and he did it)

Epic never went too fast with him, and the most shocking thing is, he didn't even seem to Want to.

He seems Delighted in it, actually, each time cross asked him to be patient, asked him if they could go slower. He seemed to Revel in it, that hesitant question, and he seemed to find it even More enticing to tell cross that yes, of course, that Is what they'll be doing, usually while adding some incredibly stupid nickname at the end to make him blush even More, as if how flustered he was already wasn't enough.

Cross was used to being rushed, being stringed along, having to pull himself out the daze kissing put him in and hastily take off his clothes for the next part, lest the other party get impatient or Worse, disinterested.

But it didn't even seem like epic was being Nice. He was patient, sure, kind, incredibly so, gentle, moreso than cross thought was possible, but he just- he didn't seem like he Wanted to go faster, rougher, get to the "good" part quicker,

(Again with the damn Quotation marks)

("Any time i spend with you is the best part of my day, bruh, whatever we do during that time doesn't really matter to me.")

He just.. he just seemed to like this, like it like this, like it the way cross did. And cross knew he'd done it in other ways, Many other ways, epic was not shy about telling him how much fun he had with random people, but its just- why? Why was he also like this? He said he'd like it any way cross liked it, and cross had said he's fine with anything, so epic should pick right? But he Didn't.

And that's the thing, he Never Picked, and it was Infuriating.

Cross. Hated. Things he couldn't understand. Moreso about himself, moreso about other People, more and more about Epic. He Hated it he hated it with a burning passion. And one think he could never understand, was why epic just- let him have his way with him. Any way he wanted. Always.

It felt unfair. It felt Disgusting, and more than anything it felt Wrong, like cross was committing some horrible, horrible sin by making him "wait".

And epic insisted that it was fine, Insisted that cross could take his time but how long until he got sick of him, too?

How long until his smile began straining around the words? How long until he looked at cross like he was- defective, Wrong, god forbid Needy, for not wanting this like everybody else did,

For not wanting this as Often as everyone else did.

Epic pulled away slightly, murmuring something to cross that he couldn't hear as he gently pushed him to lay down on the bed, and instantly cross felt that familiar panic, that rush of adrenaline and tv static in his head as epic adjusted his position to sit on top.

Hesitantly, before be could stop himself from thinking about it, he pushed his hand against epic's chest, weakly willing him away, an excuse on the tip of his tongue, maybe tomorrow, he was tired, really, Really maybe let's try again tomorrow night- before epic had it clamped back shut again by grabbing his hand and pressing it to his cheek, his eyes contently closed as he nuzzled it, voice soft.

"Nothing more, promise. Just kissing, nothing else. Yeah?"

And pressing soft kisses to his palm, cross swallowed, voice suddenly feeling so very stupid.

"I- yeah, yeah okay i- yeah, yeah."

"Alright."

He sighed, straddling cross's waist as he leaned down to press their chests together, and cross couldn't even think if the position was comfortable for him or not before epic was sighing again, speaking dreamily.

"You're so Pretty cross, so good with me"

And oh, oh did That get him to shut up.

Then came his common question, a lovestruck look in his eyes as he cupped his cheek, thumbing at the soft skin beneath his hand;

"May i?"

And, of course, he got a bashful nod.

And they were kissing again.

Stars above, okay-

And that's another thing, they hadn't had sex yet. It was... Fine, he supposes. But it was more weird than anything that Epic found it fine, too.

Granted cross would be happily content in never doing it, but he knew that wasn't how it worked, he knew that wasn't how Any of this worked, and he really, really liked epic, loved him, even, and he really, really wanted to keep this going.

(He'd never met anybody else so Nice, so kind, so patient with him and all his stupid stupid bullshit. And he really didn't want that to go away) so he knew he'd have to suck it up eventually and just get it over with.

And then.. keep getting it over with. For what would presumably be the rest of.. the rest of his life.

..

...

....

Yeah he just- he just really didn't want to keep thinking about that and- God why couldn't his brain just focus on the fact that they were Kissing-

And regarding that thing from earlier, his brain oh so Helpfully and Lovingly supplied, why did epic never rush him? Why did he never get sick of waiting? He told him he'd be content waiting, he told him he'd be content waiting for him Forever, but he just- cross knew he didn't know what he was talking about, he knew he didn't understand what he was getting into, how long forever actually was, because if he did, they wouldn't be here right now, with epic straddling his waist, yet somehow not putting too much weight on his body, and his hands roaming over cross's cheek and neck and carding through his hair.

Making out.

Like it was All epic wanted to do.

He wonders, then, if he didn't put his hand up what would've happened, if he didn't stop him (stop him, ha, like cross had ever actually stopped anyone in his entire life) would he have initiated? Would he have just started? Who's clothes would he have taken off first? He knew epic would go slow, hopefully gentle, but slow still always eventually got Somewhere, got There.

There's Always a destination, and it seems cross is the only person not wanting to go.

Maybe there really is something wrong with him, his inability to understand what people mean when they say "forever" has led to one of his first relationships just- going really, really badly.

He'd been relieved, content, even, Happy, when his partner had told him with a smile that they loved him so. That they would wait forever.

Honeyed words, and he was so Happy, so, so happy.

Until it all turned to impatience, because "taking it slow" always meant getting there eventually, cross just- hadn't realised that "eventually" and "forever" apparently had basically the same meaning.

He'd said no, multiple times, and yet the nagging never stopped.

Well, it wasn't exactly "nagging" he supposes, that's kind of unfair, it was more... The air.

Everywhere.

Flinching away from every touch he'd lean into before, because he knew if he leaned into lt, they'd Always try again.

The compliments slowly ever so slowly shifting to only how he looked, how body, how his voice was so very Lovely, and cross wasn't stupid, he knew what this meant, for all his stupid, Stupid inability to read between the lines everyone else saw, he knew what this meant, he just pretended not to, he Didn't Want to, he didn't Want to understand, he didn't Want to Do this, and be hated this song and dance so, so much, how it all came down to- how the Entire relationship came down to whether he could suck it up and do it or not.

And.. of course,

He did.

Didn't last long, disappointing really, over somehow after what felt like hours and yet also felt just like a few minutes, or seconds, who was sure, the people there maybe, He certainly wasn't, and if he was, he couldn't remember it all that well.

All that he Could remember, however, was the fact he was broken up with less than a week later.

"We're just not compatible", they'd said, voice clipped and arms crossed and looking away, all while cross tried to catch their eye for something to cling to.

"But i.. i did it, just like you wanted right? I set the mood and everything" he said, his voice slowly growing weaker then stronger "so why are.. and anyway you'd said you'd wait forever, so what was the problem?? You didn't have to even though you said you Would"

"Stars above cross do you just not understand!? "Forever" isn't real, it just means- ugh, whatever, you wouldn't understand anyway" they said, with a hint of hurt in their voice, as if this was all somehow Cross's fault, for believing what they'd told him.

And it just- it wasn't, right? He did everything right? He did, he Knows he did. Maybe he made them wait a bit too long or- or Something but he Did Do it!! And not Badly may he add, he did it, he did it and he did it Well so-

So why wasn't it enough?

He'd do it quicker next time, surely then, but no, dumped again.

Okay, um, maybe that was a fluke? No, dumped Again.

Okay.. maybe the first date next time? No, ghosted, and left in bed cold and alone even though he was promised company the next morning (and oh.. oh god had that hurt more than Anything).

Over and over and over again he'd been Perfect, he'd been good, and listened, and did as he was expected to and yet it was never, Ever, enough.

What was he doing wrong? Was it him? Was it Him that was the problem? He didn't really enjoy it yeah duh but maybe if he faked it better this time and No, no no no dumped Again.

He didn't understand. He didn't Understand, what kept going wrong? Was he truly that unlikable? That even when bending over backwards (sometimes Literally!) for other people he still wasn't Good enough? Did he Have to want this? Was that the only way?

And if he couldn't, was he just-.. doomed?

He didn't think he could take it. He didn't think he could take it if he woke up alone again, if cuddling turned to fondling again, if gentle turned to rough and he had to just Sit There and Grit His Teeth and Bear it.

Maybe, Maybe, if he tried hard enough but no, they could see it in him, smell it on him, how wrong he was how Defective.

God, stars, he should apologise.

Epic really did get the least fun version of him.

[june-egbert-official]

I don't think you get to dodge accountability for your followers when you don't even tell them to knock shit off.

Like you're not responsible for them, no. But like. If you're not even gonna IMPLY that you're unhappy with their actions, you're kind of encouraging it. At the very least you're turning a blind eye to it.

Literally just "And don't harass her over this shit" is a pretty easy statement.

[slashersteve]

How come everyone is pretending the pjo movies were good ??? I keep seeing people being like “but the movie had *this* and it was Way Better than the series” when the scene they’re talking about was like a scene they turned into a meme and wasn’t actually that good.

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

((...yes. absolutely. but would a new aspect have to come into existence, to accommodate for a new god existing?))

okay. so, Santanak isn't the one who requested the deal, merely the one keeping it. and therefore the one who suffers if it's broken. at least in theory. and if the god of death dies, if it's even possible, then any eternity beyond the final heartbeat is forever changed for all of creation's creations.

that's. not great.

Indeed.

But...

We are destruction, are we not?

-Duke Valefar.

[sleeping-dragon]

I have a confession to make.

This is gonna sound ridicilous, but I have never watched supernatural. My boyfriend did.

Now, he is the most straightest white man ever, and he watched it because it was popular and he loved it. And because he is just a basic straight guy, he never knew about the online discourse surrounding the show. Never heard of the Destiel ship, and he looked very confused when I tried to explain it to him. He's never even heard of ships.

So, when we sat down to watch it, he was very excited to show me one of his favourite series, Supernatural. We watched the first episode. Then came the scene, where their mother (?) was hanging on the ceiling (??) and started burning out of nowhere (????). And I don't know why, but that scene suprised me so much, I got a laughflash. I just couldn't stop laughing. Something about that scene, their mother hanging on the ceiling like some kind of weird humanoid spider, and spontaneously bursting into flames, was just so absurd and inherently comedic to me, I was cry-laughing.

Meanwhile, my boyfriend was just sitting beside me, watching me with absolute disgust. How dare I laugh at such a tragis moment?? He just silently turned off the show and said we will never watch it again. No matter how hard I apologised, he has never attempted to show me his Favourite Show, Supernatural, ever again.

my roommates are making me watch s*pernatural with them and this is basically how its going so far

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

we need more divorcebaiting. how strongly can canon imply (without technically outright stating) that these two characters are bitterly, acrimoniously divorced? essential we explore this

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[ingravinoveritas]

"We've all got to be fighting that fight every day."

Happy Pride, everyone...

[flannelepicurean]

Oh yeah. In retrospect, this might have been one of the things that made me think, "Hm. Ladies. 😳😳😳 ... LADIES. 🫠💫🧠💀🤷🏽‍♂️🌪️☄️❓⁉️🤷🏽‍♂️🔓🔒👍🏽"

😂😂😂 wowzers.

Teen me had no idea it was gonna be more of a ♀️🏳️‍⚧️♂️🥳🤩😎🤔🏳️‍🌈🤔🤷🏽‍♂️... 🤔... 🤷🏽‍♂️🤸🏽‍♂️

😎; 👯‍♀️👋😻🥵🫵...😐👉🏽🙋🏽‍♂️❓... ☝🏽😳... 🧏🏽‍♂️🧏🏽‍♂️🧏🏽‍♂️😳😵‍💫💫🫠🤦🏽‍♂️🥵❓⁉️... 😳💫🤷🏽‍♂️🙃

...🤔... ♀️+👉🏽🪞💁🏽‍♂️❓... 😳😏💫🥴🍆...😳... 🤷🏽‍♂️🤸🏽‍♂️

type of situation later on down the road.

I'm absolutely certain I'm straight for Catherine Zeta-Jones, though.

THE MASK OF ZORRO | 1998

[beepboopappreciation]

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