#or something else idk

[lilislegacy]

“honey” is such an ‘old married couple’ nickname. i usually hate pet names, especially for percy and annabeth, but i’m not gonna lie guys…. i kinda love the thought of them sometimes referring to each other as honey?? like, i can just hear it. “honey you know i respect and value your opinions so so much, but can you shut up for like 2 minutes?” “honey you know i love you and your great plans, but can you not get us fucking killed?” “hey honey can you use your sword to cut the tag off my dress?” “wise girl, honey, why is nico asleep in our guest room… again?” peak romance? i think yes. also annabeth is from the south, so it actually makes so much sense.

it’s so unexpected, but also so fitting?? idk for some reason i love it. just me? send help

[evilstalks]

remind me to make a supernatural verse

[unch4rtedwxters]

i swear if i forgot someone AGAIN-

[she-anemone]

im almost done with metaphor. almost. allllmost

[tujhse-raabta]

have you listened to the Odyssey Musical Concept?

do you mean Epic? cause yeah, I've heard that - love it<3 odysseus my dumdum babygirl<3

[pikachu-deluxe]

i notice i tend to laugh when i'm nervous.

was feeling lightheaded for a while and ended up crying a little

felt a little better after that but it wouldn't go away. so i got off bed to see if it would go away, and it's sort of working but i also ended up worried that it might be something Bad

still feeling some stuff but hopefully it goes away

[flowercrown-bard]

I can't move on

I walk through the house and I scan         CAN

every piece of it for a trace of you.            YOU

I tell myself to stop, but i don't adhere            HEAR

to my own rules. I fold like crumpled origami      ME? 

When i think of what i lost. They say it's overdue       DO

that I move on, as have you.                                YOU

I know I'm talking to myself, there's no      KNOW

One else here. Yet every chime              I'M

Of the doorbell makes the hope persevere  HERE? 

That after all this time you're coming home. Hope melts like snow,  NO

turns into madness. I think I hear a hum or    MORE

feel a cold touch. If there are tiers            TEARS, 

To grieving, I've climbed them all, of     LOVE. 

that I'm sure. For I know it is a lie.           I

There is no touch, no voice, no damn     AM

Sign that what i feel is real. Lonesome       HOME.

and loathesome has this home become. Insignificant  CAN'T 

Is what i imagine. It is not true.                                  YOU

When i turn to look, there is only vacancy.         SEE

I cannot trust my dreamy                              ME? 

state or mind. I should say goodbye           I

And accept you're never coming back   BEG

to me. I don't know if i can do                       YOU! 

such a thing. Tell me, love, are you still here?   HEAR

I cannot see with solemn eye                          MY

Rhyme or reason. Once apart              HEART

From you I cannot stop my rising   SING

Fear. Nothing's as it was before.        FOR

I fear I merely dream the hue                  YOU!

Of your voice when I am lonely.      ONLY

A fool's hope is my legacy.         SEE

My own heart's my enemy.             ME

Is crying a betrayal of                           LOVE

Your memory? I have yet to understand     AND

That you are not here on this day.                 STAY!

My hand, my heart, our bed - how cold is        ALL THIS

It without you. Again, those phantom voices       IS

Have returned. I should not rue                      TRUE. 

Indulging them, yet shall i transcend           DON’T

my longing. It hurts my heart to believe    LEAVE! 

In the impossible. It brings more harm than bliss     PLEASE

My hollow ghosts I will defy and                             FIND

Choose to finally walk away.                         A WAY

I'll quiet now, and stay so too.                   TO

There's no reason to speak, when there's no one there to listen

[lilacwriter07]

I sometimes think they have brain damage in hell bc of the fall, but that's perhaps just me ofcourse 👀

Why he blink like that tho?

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[ccherrycolouredfunk]

hurricane milton is headed our way and of course now i’ve come down with some sort of upper respiratory infection

[chloesimaginationthings]

Doggo will haunt FNAF series forever

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[strze-lec]

"Can't ya just make me a normal picture?"

"Trip, this is going to be in the engine manual and probably a couple of history books," Archer scolded his Chief Engineer playfully. "You need to look presentable."

"Don't I always?" Trip rolled his eyes, turning sideways to hide his reaction from the captain.

"Maybe go sit on the engine?" Hoshi chimed in, the camera loosely hanging in her hand. She pointed to the ladder leading to the top of the construction. "Right there."

Trip pushed his tongue in his cheek for a second, stopping himself from further complaints. Dutifully, he made his way to the place Hoshi asked him to and climbed up the ladder. When rungs ended, he turned around and looked to where the ensign stood a moment before, only to realize she was in the process of climbing a ladder herself - this one leading up to the second floor of engineering.

In a couple of graceful movements, she closed the gap between herself and the railing securing the edge of the floor. She crunched, then placed the camera back at her eye level.

"That's great, sir. Now, just try to look natural," she encouraged in a cheerful tone.

Trip grimanced - all of a sudden, he had no idea how his regular expression felt like. It would be easier if he had a mirror.

"That's definitely not the one, Trip," Archer quipped from below.

This time, the chief engineer didn't hide the eyeroll.

Yet, to make up for his less than enthusiastic reaction, he tried to remeber how the captain posed for the pictures taken of him previously. Trip took a deep breath, straightened up, and did his best to look... decisive? confident?

"Hmmm," mused Hoshi, her face back in the view, "that looks really forced. Maybe just smile? You're often smiling."

Trip consciously relaxed his posture and moved a couple of face muscles in a comical way - at least for his audience, which consisted of captain and communications officer watching him openly, and the rest of the goddamn department working up a cross-eye, pretending to be busy in this area and peeking at him at the same time.

The streching didn't help to loose him up, so Trip tried remembering something at least remotely funny, hoping that the expression in his eyes would match the other part of his face.

"You look like you're trying to enjoy watching paint dry, but failing miserably," unmistakably British accent sounded up from a place opposite from Hoshi. Trip's head whipped automatically, spotting a very content Malcolm Reed leaning on the railing with his arms closed.

"Ya too? Don't ya people have actual jobs to do?" The last part Trip spoke while catching gazes of a couple of his engineers, who hurriedly moved along back to their assigned tasks.

"And we could go back to them if you would just give it a good shot," captain commented, patting Trip on the shin as he moved from his previous position. "I hope to hear good news soon," he added, sending Trip one last glance before he stepped out of the department.

In the meantime, Malcolm walked closer to Hoshi and put his hands behind his back in a way that - against all odds - was probably comfortable for him.

"Okay, I have an idea," security officer announced, earning focus from both of his friends. "Commander, lean slightly forward and clasp your hands, but loosely, don't hold on for your dear life."

Was it the third eyeroll in five minutes? Probably. Not that Trip counted.

Eventually, he followed Malcolm's guidance and placed his forearms on his thighs. So far, so good.

"Okay, now look down."

"What?"

"Oh, just look down."

"Malcolm, ya'r not helpin'-"

"For queen's sake, Commander, just humor me," Reed shook his head minutely in reaction to Trip's antics.

The chief engineer made a ya'r-so-annoyin'-me-now face at Malcolm, but hanged his head down obediently. He waited for further instructions.

"Okay, now, when I tell you a command, you'll look at Hoshi and make the face I will ask you to make and hold it for three seconds, so Hoshi can snap you a picture."

"Ya've been waitin' to give me a command f'r a while now, didn't ya?" Trip raised his voice slightly to make sure his friend heard him.

Malcolm kept the thought - that run through his head in return - private. "I'll tell you what face to make on three," then, he corrected himself immediately, "I'll say one, two and then you look up."

"I know how 'on three' works, Malcolm!"

"Okay, okay... Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Great. So- one, two-"

Trip held his breath as he redied himself to look up.

"Give me your best T'Pol!"

Commander Tucker

[wormspoodle]

something something personal hell paved with good intentions

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

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[curfewplugs]

Maybe it’s high time I realize that my instinct to goosechase a constantly shifting “theory of everything” just to locate my place in it isn’t a healthy way of coping and is something I need to de-program myself out of.