#someone will be mad about this in the morning

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Percy was left as the long guard of the creek boarder. One week into camp, barely any weapons training, and he was given the important job of stopping Red Team from crossing the boarder.

Something was off.

Studying the tree line, Percy discarded his shield - heavy, burdensome thing, it was more likely to get Percy killed than protect him - only to hear the sharp snap of a dead branch. He whirled towards the noise, back to the stream and hand on the pommel of his sword.

Someone was watching him.

But who? Percy's thoughts raced. He had very few allies here at camp; Grover, Luke (but he was going after the flag despite a loud argument with Annabeth that he overheard), maybe some of the other Hermes cabin kids? But he had made far more enemies than allies so far-

Unless... his eyes turned upward as he searched for a sign of an owl.

Percy always had weird dreams. Dreams of a breathtakingly sad woman he called Mother, a dark man in red he called Father, and a woman in armor who taught him to fight. For a long time, the dreams were vague, like he was peering through morning fog off the ocean. Then he reached camp, and the dreams were clear. He could see his Mother's face now, and dreamed about her chatting with his mom in the after life. He knew his Father's love, a father who'd been lost at sea for years before finally coming home. He knew his friend's name.

Athena.

There were no birds in the branches, nor any feathers on the ground. But he wasn't alone, because he could still hear the soft swish of fabric against fabric. Percy tightened his grip. "Show yourself," he demanded. The noise of the forest faded in his mind as Percy tried to triangulate the sound. "I know you're watching me. Show yourself!" A sharp gasp, quickly muffled. Percy glared in that direction. "I can see you..."

"What!?" Abruptly, Annabeth appeared. It wasn't like she jumped out of the trees, or a bush, but she literally wasn't there one second, and was there the next. Annabeth stormed over to Percy, scowling. "What do you mean, you can see me!? How did you do that?"

Percy stared back at her blankly, then snorted. "I was lying, and you fell for it." He held back from laughing in her face, but just barely. She wasn't his friend, but when she was angry like this, her eyes looked just like...

Annabeth reared back, a ruddy flush blooming over her cheeks and down her neck. "Well, good job! Liar." She sneered, slapping her baseball cap in her hand. "You're supposed to be guarding. What were you even doing, looking for me?"

"I wasn't looking for you- Actually, why are you here? I thought you'd be too busy micromanaging your plan to win-" Percy stopped, thought, and reassessed, coming to an unfortunate yet obvious conclusion. "...That's exactly what you're doing. I'm the plan. You're using me as bait." No wonder Luke was so mad!

Annabeth crossed her arms. "I am not!"

"You want those Ares kids to focus on kicking my butt instead of capturing our flag! You're practically sacrificing me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you're being dramatic. I'm not going to let them hurt you."

"You're not the one they want to kill!" Percy snapped.

Through the brush on the other side of the stream, five Ares kids, led by the big bully herself, Clarisse, crashed into their argument. Clarisse's ringing "Cream the punk!" signalling of his and Annabeth's very unfortunate team up.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Which op yan do you think would be the most annoying texter in a modern au?? I think sanji would drive me insane, I know he'd be texting nonstop. I also think buggy would ask his romantic interest if they'd still love him as a worm. Many times.

Sanji would be so excessive. You have to put your phone on do not disturb just to have a moment's peace. It literally never ends.

Sanji: Good morning, my love! It's another beautiful day of being able to call you mine 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

*pic attached*

Sanji: Here's the breakfast I'm making you! I'll bring it over as soon as it's done 😋😘

-

*sends a pic of any two things next to each other*

Sanji: This is literally us 🥺

-

Sanji: I just wanted to say again how much I love you💞❤️🩷💕💞💓🩷💕💞 (he says this even though he saw you in person three minutes ago and said the exact same thing then)

-

Sanji: Where did you go???? Are you mad at me??????? Have you been kidnapped?????????

Sanji: Oh wait never mind I see you now

Sanji: I'm calling your name why are you running the other way?

Buggy is someone who needs constant reassurance, and he uses having your phone number as a means to constantly get that from you. But like he's also very dramatic about it.

Buggy: do u hate me now? say it to my face at least

You: literally what are you talking about?

Buggy: I asked you a question and you ignored me!

You: I was gone for like 2 minutes????

Buggy: AND???? Why were you gone???

You: I was ordering some food for us but nvm I'm gonna go home and eat it all myself 😒

Buggy: ...

Buggy: I'm sorry please don't hate me for real now 🥺🥺🥺 I love you so much baby please don't leave me 😭😭😭

Zoro is on the opposite end of the spectrum because he doesn't text excessively, but you are lucky to get more than a one word response out of him. You could send him a several paragraph long text spilling your guts to him and all you'll get from him is a "k" or "alright" or "👍". If you send more than two texts in a row, he'll tell you to just call him if you're going to yap that much.

Luffy doesn't text, he sends voice memos. Not only does he send an absurd amount of them, but they're also all stupidly long because he gets distracted and rambles to his heart's content. What was supposed to be a simple voice memo asking if his jacket is at your place comes to you with a 31:46 time on it because he saw a cool looking beetle outside and just had to tell you about it in the memo. Half the time he forgets that he isn't actually on the phone with you and will ask a question several times before he remembers.

Doflamingo sends a lot of texts, but all of them are voice to text and are almost entirely unintelligible. The voice to text function wasn't designed to interpret his weird inflections and maniacal laughter. He also has a tendency to talk to other people in the middle of sending a text to you, so you have a whole ass random conversation smack in the middle of the text. He then has the audacity to have an attitude with you when you didn't catch the important thing he told you.

With Ace, you're going to feel like you're communicating via hieroglyphics because of how many of his messages to you are just memes/reaction images. He won't elaborate and lets you figure out what they mean. Did he just find that meme funny, or is there a hidden message in it? Who knows.

And then you have all of the old men (Sengoku, Garp, Whitebeard, etc) who can't text for shit and will send a series of unintelligible and confused texts before sending a very defeated "please call me"

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 355

summary// strike of joy, fix me, oh sun.

"H—"

"Don't get mad"

"That you're in Florida? Nah." You go back to writing, humming quietly as Matt goes quiet to observe you.

"Something wrong?"

"I'll get over it in the morning." You puff out your cheeks.

"You met with someone."

"Yes." You pause. "Were you stalking me?"

"Maybe."

"I'm not any better, actually." You mumble. "I was stalking you too."

"Yeah, mutual stalking or whatever."

You tap the back of your pen against your diary, and you huff. "I'll be fine."

"You want me to sing for you?"

"Matt, I love you, please don't." You grimace. "Not tonight."

"You wanna talk?"

"I'll be fine. Isn't it late for you too? Didn't call me for three days and next thing you know, you're in Florida."

"Yeah." Matt mumbles. "But you're visibly not okay."

"Realizing that I'm growing up, maybe." You sigh. "That people around me are growing up. Ugh, that's so grim. I swore I wouldn't burden you with my stuff."

"A burden shared is a burden halved. T.A. Webb." He hums.

"Okay, Doctor Spencer Reid." You laugh, humming. "I'll be fine. I promise. Tell me about your day?"

"I went wandering around the area." He hums. "Wanted to explore a little. It's super cold in New York right now and all I really wanted was a little bit more of sun."

"After I made your welcome back sign?"

"You already made it?"

"You didn't hear that from me." You mumble, looking to the side and whistling. "Nope. Not at all."

"Must've been the wind."

"Yep." You hum. "I get anxious that we'll stop being friends one day."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be officiating the wedding, and then you'll be seeing me as your children's godparents for the rest of your life."

You blink at him, raising a brow.

"Don't give me that look. I'll live til a hundred."

You laugh, lips curling upwards fondly as Matt beams.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." You hum. "I gotta sleep, Matt. But, thank you."

"Rest well. Text me in the morning. Or call. Maybe I'll wake you up."

"Yeah, go ahead and do that." You hum. "See ya."

"'night."

[michanvalentine]

I still have to ramble about the bite scene—I just can’t resist! xD I feel so silly because I’m new here, while these things have probably been discussed a billion times already. But how shocking and terrifying must it have been for Astarion to encounter someone who was genuinely well-disposed toward him? How fake and scary it must have seemed. It can’t be real, right? After all, he’s a monster; after all, he has nothing to offer; after all, he doesn’t deserve anything. Because he’s worth nothing. Surely, there’s a catch, a price to pay for this sudden kindness. It can’t be luck—he’s never had any. If I let my guard down, something terrible is bound to happen to me.

And yet, that person, after 200 years of hunger, feeds him without asking for anything in return. With real "food." The first gift and glimpse of happiness in so long.

Even more, because that person trusts the monster. They offer their neck within reach of his fangs, despite the very real risks (since Astarion could genuinely lose control and take it too far), and the next morning, they even defend him from the suspicious companions! I imagine Astarion in the forest after his swaggering exit, with a trickle of blood running down his mouth and a satisfied look on his face... only to get just out of sight and start sprinting like mad before diving into the first bush he can find, curling up with his hands in his hair, thinking, What the hell just happened?! Am I dreaming? Oh gods, what now?! What happens tomorrow morning? Are they really that stupid, or are they messing with me? Meanwhile, the local squirrel pelts him with acorns.

Forget “I need something more filling!” Forget “attempted tooth-assisted assault (Really?!?!).” Forget “oh, I conned a sucker and now I’m full!” Am I the only one who imagines him freaking out in that bush?

[candlesnuff404]

AH FUCK IT! why not. ask our system anything. alter makes us uncomfortable so please use headmate or sysmate or whatever fun nickname you got festering.

system ask game!

🦋 - How many headmates do you have?

🍋 - How many are near the front right now?

📖 - What source do you have the most introjects from?

🧹- What role does the system have the most of?

🍟 - Most surprising alter?

🧠 - What's the headspace like?

🌹 - Any relationships within the system?

⭐️ - Average age of headmates?

🤝 - First alter you discovered?

💕 - Most recent alter discovered?

💬 - Does anyone have an accent?

⚔️ - What does the system disagree on the most?

🍃 - What can everyone agree on?

🐟 - Which alters are the most similar within the system?

🍿 - Who just can't get along?

anti-endos, sysmeds, etc DNI. people have the right to not answer any questions that make them uncomfortable!

[shiongenkai]

Absolutely losing it imagining Haru flirting with Ed in his own Haru way and Ed responding in his own Ed way only for Towa to materialize behind them with the steel chair labelled 'For that old bastard's knees'. Just unparalleled potential hidden in there

[gifti3]

What if Asmo got gum stuck in his hair, like really in there and somewhere he cant see easily

But MC helps him get it out and they manage to without damaging or cutting his hair

[gemharvest]

Hate thissss I feel like I haven't been properly productive today (somehow posting two art things Doesn't register properly in my mind) so I wanna stay up to get as much as I can down, but I also need to go to sleep in case I'm called in tomorrow because fuuuuuck going to work on little sleep that shit sucks. But also, the possibility of being called in makes me wanna stay up even more, so I can finish art in case I don't have time tomorrow. So now I'm sat up at 12:30 tired as shit but unable to draw or go to bed. The never-ending cycle of hell.

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Rewatched the episode of House MD where Kutner dies and I honestly think instead of killing his character off, they should have said that Kutner got a job as physician to then President Barack Obama and that's why he was leaving. Objectively funnier since his actor did leave the show to work for Obama and I know it would have driven House nuts that Kutner was ditching to go play doctor with the President instead of getting verbally abused for House's amusement.

[ilkkawhat]

turns out i'm incapable of making a mistake and coping with it like a mature adult

[throwaway-settings]

biting. biting. biting.

[insanechayne]

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[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

something about seeing a character with your pronouns and being so excited about it because they're hard to come by, but then you suddenly feel every good feeling stripped away from you the moment you go online and see said character getting he/him'd (or in rare cases, she/her'd)

[aeide-thea]

an impulse i don't get—

or rather, so as not to be disingenuous, an impulse i get perfectly well but strongly dislike when i'm faced with it, which means i need to reexamine it in myself when i generate it—

is the impulse to sit in judgment about What Counts As Queer. like. yeah, okay, i do get it really, we're all disempowered by hegemonic culture and setting ourselves up as petty kings shores up our egos! but if there's anything i've loved about discovering queerness in and for myself, it's been the realization that there were worldviews beyond my own—and that there still are, almost certainly! that the world is a firework show of exploding possibility, and that i and my current understanding of myself and everyone else are just one bright spark in a whole connected series of them, and that more will come after me, bringing new colors and configurations to my field of vision, if i just keep my eyes open…

and so i just always feel. god. how close-minded, to shut your eyes to someone else's vision of queerness, to say not just 'that isn't a version of queerness that i recognize or feel represented by,' but to say categorically, 'that isn't queer'! if someone's saying in all sincerity, 'this feels alien to the framework i grew up with, and exciting or comforting or both to me'—i want to hear them out, and make space in my own understanding for a multiplicity of queernesses. i'm not always perfect at it! but i want to.

because what's the alternative? join with the biphobes and transphobes who would've said my gq4gq relationship with my transfem ex was really just straight, or at least enough of a union of opposites for government work? join with the aphobes and arophobes who are constantly insinuating that if you're not actively sucking or fucking, you're a square—never mind those of us who are isolated, or traumatized, or anxious, or any of the thousand other reasons why our queerness might not be siting itself in sex or romance, right now or ever! join with the people who sneer at poly and flinch from kink, as if reexamining those relational conventions were somehow cleanly separable from reexamining all the other ones—as if we should want it to be?

anyway, this is about a lot of things, really, and at least one of them i pretty actively don't want to talk about in specific; but i just think, god, i wish we could all learn a little more generosity, and a little more humility. we know the world, and the human heart, encompass more than is dreamt of in kyriarchal philosophy; why then are we so resistant to the idea that they might also encompass more than is dreamt of in our own? movement after movement of queers have come, and built, and been built upon in turn; our personal convictions are not, i feel certain, the final course to be laid down on the great work of enlightenment and liberation—and how depressing it would be, if they were!

[gifti3]

I think one con of dating asmo would be his fans

I like to believe that most of them are decent but theres always gonna be fans who dont know or care about healthy boundaries (some of his fans have to have a parasocial relationship with him!)

And ik asmo can defend himself but im sure it can still be upsetting at times

[shyshyshyshy0]

my blood is boiling. i hope whoever stole my fucking spotify account this morning explodes in a multicar collision that miraculously everyone else involved walks away with minimal injury from. i hope you perish. i hope your mother knows and is ashamed of you i hope you rot and burn i hope you have no friends. fuck you. years of music saved on that fucking account.