#the motivation proclamation

[kellymagovern]

Good Charlotte - “The Motivation Proclamation” [x]

[ortegavi]

good charlotte is so real. “motivate me... i want to get myself out of this bed.”

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

ughhhh i need to clean the kitchen. they should let me kill people

[cosmetictherapist]

Aromatherapy, physical therapy(including massage), unofficial “retail therapy”(varying degrees of self care practices through take home regimens), and degrees of psychological understanding are components of specialized care that can be offered by a licensed cosmetologist, nail technician, esthetician, hair stylist, colorist, or barber.

A simple haircut offered in a clean, well maintained, comforting atmosphere can increase confidence in individuals and treat issues like dandruff, lice, scalp hygiene, tension, stress, and insecurity.

Learning how to properly care for one’s hair, nails, and face is essential in daily activities.

A cosmetologist is trained to offer knowledge through the mastery of these skills and connect with others in a way that may inspire positive results within their community.

Massage, which may or may not be offered by an operator, can locate tension and stress in the muscles of the face, hands, and feet through consultative efforts and process of service. Especially working individuals can benefit from treatments to offered relief from tension and may learn tips and tricks that can prevent over exertion by practicing some of these techniques or stretches learned on their own.

A cosmetologist may be the first response to recognizing a potential condition that may require further analysis by a recommended specialist. They study a range of hair and skin conditions that they are able and unable to treat. Some of those may include cancer, cuts, abrasions, bruises, various types of acne, fungal infections, and others.

Everyone wants to feel comfortable in public. Your cosmetologist, nail technician, esthetician, colorist, hair stylist, and/or barber should be a trusted source of personal care knowledge and treatment within their field of expertise.

[the-big-picture-bible-blog]

Preaching Christ: The Heart of the Matter

In Philippians 1:14-18, we find Paul reflecting on his imprisonment and its unexpected effects on the spread of the gospel. His captivity has emboldened others to preach with greater courage, but Paul notices that not everyone does so with pure intentions. Some preach out of envy and rivalry, while others preach out of goodwill and love. Despite the mixed motives, Paul’s remarkable conclusion is…

[90s-2000s-barbie]

Good Charlotte’s first Self Titled album was released today: September 26, 2000

Good Charlotte - Motivation Proclamation (2000)

“Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed.”

[strwbrrykthv]

pt 2 to this story, but can be read alone. sorry it took so long i have a full time big girl job. and i need like a crazy amount of motivation. this ones big cheesy bc theyre drunk. not proofread!!!

cw: alcohol, sexual tension if u squint

katsuki assumed the group was going to one of those karaoke bars with the private rooms where its just your friend group cheering each other on, so imagine his surprise when sero and denki lead them to this american style bar with a bright led sign that reads ‘open mic karaoke night.’

“you have got to be kidding me” he grumbles as he pushes the door open to reveal an almost filled bar. “theres just a bunch of drunk middle aged people here.”

“katsuki be nice. denks said he really likes this place,” you scold him from his right, still connected to his side.

“yo guys theres a couple of tables up front by the stage. im going to go order a round of shots if you want to head up there and start warming up your voice,” sero winks which causes katsuki to groan again, even louder. as you make your way to the tables, mina pulls you towards her the table she’s sat at leaving katsuki to sit beside denki… again.

as the night continues and drinks are ordered, you finally get the courage to request a song. its a duet and luckily sero agrees to do it with you. your friends are cheering you on as slur through the lyrics of neva play by megan thee stallion.

the only line you say fully is “three things i don’t play about, myself, my money, or my man,” as you point at katsuki who just nods at the proclamation that he is, in fact, your man.

the song ends, and you make your way down to your seat that is opposite his as his eyes follow you. they don’t leave you even as izuku and ochaco sing some love song. he doesn’t care if youre not looking back at him, his favorite thing to do is just watch you, especially when hes got a few drinks in his system. which, honestly, makes him sound like a creep, but you know the difference between feeling his gaze on you and feeling a sleaze balls watching you.

you’re pretty much at your limit when mina orders another round of shots for both of your tables, and instead of being happy you feel your mouth instinctively fill with saliva.

katsuki could read your body language like book, so as they were handing out the shots he quickly took his and got up to go to you. “hey, mama, how about i take this shot, then sing that dumb song with the guys, and then we go home? how does that sound?”

he may not be slurring, but hes very close to being more drunk than hes ever been in public. he knows your shot plus his is what will probably throw him over that edge, but he doesn’t want your night to be ruined by throwing up in the bathroom.

you blink up at him and nod slowly. in your drunken daze you are just so mesmerized by him. his soft red eyes, his spiky hair thats fallen just a little, the scar on his face that only you get to touch, his shoulders…. yeah you really want to go home.

he grabs the glass from the table, but you stop him, “wait, can i give it to you?” you ask as you’re reaching for the glass. he doesnt respond, just lets you take the glass from his hand.

he knows all of your shared friends are watching because they can sense the shift in energy between you two. you stand from your chair as katsuki sinks to his knees in the grimy bar. you hold his jaw with one hand as he opens his mouth for you to pour the shot, never breaking eye contact.

he returns to his full towering height after swallowing the shot and turns to look at all of your friends who just watched the interaction with wide eyes and mouths open in shock. you reach up to swipe away a drop on his chin that managed to miss his mouth with a smile too innocent for what just occurred.

“thank you, suki,” you say as you drop your hand. “now go sing me a song!”

he pats your hip as he moves past you to stand on the stage next to kirishima, sero, and kaminari who picked the song. he feels a little more buzzed than before after standing up and moving, and he’s almost positive he’s going to slur around the words when it’s his turn.

youre halfway paying attention, just watching katsuki as grabs a mic when you hear the first notes of mr. brightside and burst into laughter. you cannot believe they got him up there without bribing him.

the song continues and you drunkenly wolf whistle after the end of katsuki’s turn. he sends you a middle finger that holds no meaning by the way his ears are red.

the song finishes and he makes his way to where youre seated, reaching a hand out to you. you gladly take it and spring out of your seat stumbling into him causing katsuki to instinctively wrap his free arm around your waist, holding you to him.

“you did amazing up there,” you whisper, “you shouldve been a singer instead of a hero.”

he scoffs as he looks down at you. “yeah? then i wouldve never met you.”

your body buzzes when he talks to you like this. “oh yeah. we wouldve found each other some way. were, like, soulmates.”

katsuki closes his eyes at your words to try and keep his heart from beating so fast. he knows you mean more than just friends soulmates, but he also knows right now the only label the two of you can have is “just friends who sometimes cuddle, sometimes kiss, sometimes do more, and are always together if one of them has a break” type of friends in order to keep you safe.

“mhmm, we are. now, whaddaya say we go home and go to sleep?” he hums.

“yes i would like that a lot. we have to talk everyone bye though.”

“no we don’t. they know youre leaving with me itll be okay.” he says still holding you by the waist but moving to your side to guide you outside to call a taxi.

youre already snoring by the time you arrive at katsukis apartment. he carries you from the car to his door before having to regretfully put you down.

“mama, you awake enough to stand up? i gotta get my keys out.” he asks setting you down beside him near the wall. you just hum with your eyes barely open, watching him.

“i had a lot of fun with you tonight ‘suki. and i know denki only came over to me earlier because he said something to you. i like being with you any way i can and i dont care what our friends say.” youre slurring your words and speaking softly during to sleep threatening to take over.

“and what do our friends say?” he asks opening the door and guiding you inside his apartment and to his bedroom.

“that its dumb to call ourselves friends when we dont do anything just friends do.” youre kicking off your heels and removing your clothes as hes digging in his dresser to find you a shirt to sleep in. “but i dont think its dumb…..”

katsuki just shakes his head as he walks over to you and helps you put the shirt on over your head. “its not,” is all he says.

“no!” youre a little more awake now. “its not! because i know you love me and you know i love you and thats all that matters because everyone else can kiss our asses.” you say with a small smile wrapping your arms around his neck.

“yup. thats right mama. youre all mine and im all yours. now, are you ready to go to bed yet?” he asks while leading you backwards to the bed.

you release him crawling into his bed and waiting for him to follow. he strips down to his boxers while you watch before getting under to covers next to you.

he pulls you in to lay youre head on his chest as your starting to close your eyes.

“if you throw up on me in your sleep im going to kill you” he warns.

but its too late. youre already asleep and you werent going to pay attention to him anyway.

DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE.

hope you guys liked it and it wasn’t cringe!

[heavenbloom]

🇵🇸 BEFORE YOU READ: BOYCOTT TLOU • DONATE

⚔︎ — 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲

song: candle prayer — mia joy

warnings: 18+ mdni. fluff, angst and suggestive themes. mentions of blood, injury and scars, violence and non-explicit mentions of sex. bottom right picture depicts blood also. headcanon style of writing. not proofread.

a/n: not motivated to write full-length fics atm but knight abby is on my mind. loved doing smth outside of the box, so if you wanted to request this type of post for other characters (tlou & arcane)/aus, i’m all for it 👀

fealty; because she has spoken a vow that tethers her to the art of war and servitude. you watch on the outskirts of crowds - woeful wives and wide-eyed children - as she bows with other knights before a man dripping in the blood jewels reaped from their gruesome work. her pale armour glints in the noonday sun, polished to a point by your steady hand. she can feel the burn of your eyes on the side of her neck, a silent plea, to glance in your direction, just this once. in the presence of her lord, she keeps her gaze anchored to the ground.

the night; because the lightened hours are for duty. when the moonlight pours through the windows of your little cottage and the fire crackles sweetly in her ears, that’s when she feels most at ease. in the hushed, liquid-dark, she makes flowers of pleasure bloom from within. here, you are her cause and reason. here, she worships only you.

hesitant touch; because her heart is a battered thing that has rarely felt the warmth of a lover’s rays upon it. calloused hands slide like phantoms against the grooves of your fingertips. even when she knows every part of you by heart, she still skims your sides and cradles your body with whisper-soft intent. so gentle, as if you were made up entirely of smoke.

correspondence; because there are so many hours spent without the other. the urge to know each other’s souls is stronger than anything you’ve ever known so you write to each other regularly. you store her letters in an overflowing, hollowed-out music box, paper bound together with a piece of silk ribbon that she used to tie her hair up with. she can’t carry all of your letters in the midst of long expeditions, much to her dismay, but she always keeps the one where you first professed your love to her on her person. it’s now crinkled and slightly faded, but she rereads its contents often. her letters are always lovesick and longing after she does.

love-drenched gazes; long, unblinking and tinged with something all too tender to comprehend. sometimes she will stare and stare, mapping each expression that ripples over your features. she singes everything into the forefront of her memory because sometimes she can’t quite believe you are real. to her, you are love in a corporeal form. and you do the same. you remember the new gash at her cheekbone, now another stroke upon the canvas of her face. there are so many more, now, new and old coming together as one. your heart sinks with each new etching that appears.

blood; because you know what her duty entails, despite it being swaddled in proclamations of glory. you have watched her wake, a scream wilting on her tongue and sweat on her brow at the nightvisions that she could never unveil to you. you have seen her draw her blade before her own breath, fiercely ready for protection and violence. you feel it settle and chill your own bones, the possibility that her own death is a matter of luck and nothing more. you’re a fool to care for somebody who reveres the blood of the empire above her own, a woman who has only known the gnashing and hysterical devotion of a dog being tossed a bone.

but you love her nonetheless, don’t you? in spite of it all, you love her.

[bloodstainedsapphic]

Brat tamer! Theo Nott has taken up my headspace for quite some time now. I hope I captured half the feralism the very idea of it has evoked within me in this short excerpt. warning: a brat/brat tamer dynamic is a well-laid-out kink relationship between two consenting parties. don't claim i didn't warn you, and you are responsible for your sex education/consumption. enjoy! MINORS DNI | f! reader implied | consent is everything

Brat tamer! Theo was captivated by you from the moment he discovered how well you matched his banter. When it came to verbal sparring, you kept him on his toes, your fiery attitude bewitching him. This captured his interest and made the cat-and-mouse game of your relationship more exciting.

Brat tamer! Theo couldn't fathom how so much fucking sass could emanate from someone who effortlessly shifted their expressions from wide, devious grins to alluring doe-eyes, coupled with a saccharine-sweet voice that nearly drove him to the brink of delirium.

Brat tamer! Theo continued to be enthralled by your wit every time you told him off or teased him. Once, you scolded him for gawking at your ass while strolling past the library shelves, and he had to covertly readjust his trousers to conceal his raging erection. He knew he was a goner after that. Ever the romantic.

Brat tamer! Theo's biggest dream was realized the night you finally dragged him to his dorm with a hand latched onto his loosened tie after a night of partying. 

Brat tamer! Theo quickly realized he was in for more than he bargained for when your hookups became regular. A handful of times in, he cooed assurances in your ear as he thrust inside of you, wanting to know if he was being too rough. In response, you guided his hand to your throat and told him to be rougher.

Brat tamer! Theo discovered between those hookups and day-to-day banter that you enjoyed, no, not just enjoyed, but you really wanted him to let his frustrations out on you during sex.

Brat tamer! Theo is astonished by this shocking motivator behind your attitude. He is more turned on than he could articulate when he finally realizes you're nothing more than a brat begging for punishment. 

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Brat tamer! Theo always has his hand on the small of your back as you walk together, reminding you to go where he guides you.

Brat tamer! Theo gifts you a necklace with the letter 'T,' a romantic gesture to the unsuspecting eye, but a silent proclamation between you to indicate who you belong to.

Brat tamer! Theo places a strategic hand on the back of your neck to warn if you're beginning to step out of line or run that mouth of yours a little too fiercely. He smirks when you clench your thighs together, knowing the small show of power was enough to make you aroused.

Brat tamer! Theo knows precisely when to weaponize his dark-blue eyes to send a shiver down your back. You learn which expression serves as a warning and which means you're already in heaps of trouble.

Brat tamer! Theo is an expert in dirty talk. He constantly switches up his language, knowing the back-and-forth is a key player in the fun of a brat dynamic. Still, he has a few old, reliable favorites that weaken you in moments. 

"Is that so?"

"You should watch yourself."

"You wanna finish saying that?"

"I'm going to take care of that attitude of yours."

hoooo. breathing break. okay.

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Brat tamer! Theo's extra tie becomes incredibly handy once he discovers they could double as your personal set of restraints. They're highly versatile, really. He uses them to tie your wrists behind your back, sometimes to the bedframe, or even roped over your mouth as a gag when his cock isn't an option.

Brat tamer! Theo's biggest kink is impact play, and it shows. He is liberal in his judgments of what calls for a spanking because he loves to watch the recoil of your ass after his hand lands hard against it. He loves to see the marks form because they prove you have learned your lesson and serve as a branding to show you belong to him.

Brat tamer! Theo likes the traditional route of using his hand to spank you, but he doesn't mind getting creative. He'll use a paddle, a ruler, and his wand if he sees fit.

Brat tamer! Theo tends to switch to speaking in Italian when extra frustrated, the switchover becoming a tell that you won't be able to walk after he's done handling you.

Brat tamer! Theo has no problem punishing you during class, making you sit with him in the back while his fingers tease your cunt.

Brat tamer! Theo warns you not to make a sound, or you'll get it ten times worse at his dorm. But he always knows how to expertly maneuver his fingers to coax the noises from you, guaranteeing he'll be able to exact that rougher punishment.

Brat tamer! Theo loves throat-fucking that spitfire mouth of yours and ordering you to thank him for the opportunity to gag on his dick and swallow his release. 

Brat tamer! Theo fucks every last bit of that back-talk out of you, one hand maintaining a bruising grip on your waist while the other keeps your face pressed into the pillow as you babble muffled pleas for him to allow you to cum around his cock. 

Brat tamer! Theo is merciful and, in the end, cares about your pleasure as much as, if not more than, his own. So he grants you permission to cum. And then he makes you cum again. And again. For good measure.

Brat tamer! Theo showers you with praise and tender aftercare once finished. He makes sure you're okay and that everything that happened was as enjoyable for you as it was for him. It was. <3

[fxndxm-axg]

Low honor Arthur HCs? I know he's a big softy but I have needs😭

ִֶָ  𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

LOW HONOR Arthur Morgan NSFW Headcanon’s

     (GN!POV)

Sorry I haven’t posted in awhile, I’m depressed in uni so I hardly have motivation to do anything. But I wanted to write this for you tho ‘cuz you asked so nicely! ^o^  Sorry if these are rather uninspired, I’m not so fond of LH!Arthur but I did my best with characterizing him in bed, as I have many knickpicks with how the fandom does w/ LH in general, especially in smut. So, here’s my take on it >:)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Is much more susceptible to his succumbing to his lust. Whereas Mid-HH!Arthur would practice celibacy unless falling in love once more, LH!Arthur pents up his desires and frustrations so much that, if given the chance, he would buy a prostitute to scratch his itch. In these cases, sex would only be used as such; to get off and (de)spoil himself, reclaiming a bit of agency for himself that he seldom has in his regular life.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Impersonal sex positions are a must. Doggy style, reverse cowgirl/boy, prone bone, anything to not hold eye contact with his lover of the night. Not because he doesn’t want to, absolutely not. Arthur thinks they’re absolutely beautiful, the act of sex itself being as well. But if his guard is let down so much to even allow himself to indulge in such an experience with someone, regardless of if he’s paying them or not- it’s a dangerous game for Arthur. The way his lover surrenders under him, the symphony of whimpers and moans leaving them, and their eagerness of pleasing him back would make Arthur fall for them instantly. The eye contact just being the thing to fortify his impromptu crush further. So, to prevent this for both parties… Face down, ass up, preferably.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Much filthier, and crasser in his dirty talk. Though it’s 1899, LH!Arthur is much less keen to be gentlemanly if it’s to no benefit to him or his time, and that extends to the bedroom. Proclamations of wanting to claim, to take his lover (“I’m gonna take ‘ya, use ‘ya up ’til ‘ya can’t fathom bein’ fucked by anyone else …”) seep easily from his lips. And once he does, his cock sinking into their hole with a strangled moan, Arthur spews a litany of borderline aggressive (“Gonna fuck this little hole ’til you’re beggin’ for mercy,”) borderline body-horror (“Gonna split ‘ya open on my cock,”) levels of promises of the things he wants to do to his lover. He hardly means any of it, though. He’s gentlemanly enough to not put his lover through sexual torture…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a little rough, intentionally or not. He’s much less cognitive of his strength, quick to use it to get his way as it’s been proven to be efficient to him all his life. This manifests during sex in a few ways, like his grip around his lovers hip being a bit too hard, his nails pressing welts into their delicate skin, holding them down against the mattress as he just keeps slamming his cock into them over and over again. His force is unknown to him, not until a cry of pain, or a plea for him to stop or slow down reaches his ears. It takes Arthur out of his state immediately, having to swallow down his annoyance to mutter out half-assed apologies, wanting to move on and get back into the blissful state of pleasure that was interrupted. He pretends to not feel guilt, but it sure lingers, permeating the rest of the sexual experience as he’s forced to face his violent nature during the last act a man would.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

There would be occasions where the weight of the gang, the weight of the world on his shoulders would be too much for Arthur. He can only bottle things up for so long. If he crossed paths with a lover, and they were just so sweet, so persistent in their pleas of letting them take care of him, Arthur couldn’t help but indulge. Or, if a lover so outdo’s his own need for dominance, especially using their physicality to get him to submit… He would without much more of a fight. In fact, LH!Arthur is quicker, almost more eager to submit, if given the chance. He wouldn’t mind being tied to the bed, once the embarrassment wears off, that is, simply panting and moaning out as his lover teased his cock, nipples, asshole, whatever. Arthur would never admit it, but being made to whine and plea for his pleasure, being faced with his own cruelty he does upon others both in his everyday and in bed (smacking, insults, what have you), it’s cathartic. A congenial experience that makes him feel that less bad about what he does to others, at least in the bedroom.

I hope this was a somewhat nuanced take on LH!Arthur. I think he’s so misunderstood (not in an apologist sorta way) in this characterization of him, and I hope to have done it some justice regarding the rather lewd subject matter.

[gingermintpepper]

Okay, let's finally talk about EPIC's Apollo

I feel very compelled to say, first of all, that I do not dislike Epic. In fact, I am very fond of Epic and have been following its production and status very eagerly! I attend all the launch streams, I watch all of Herrans' update videos; I am, at the end of the day, a fan and I want it to be known that my words are spoken out of love and passion as much as they are spoken from a place of critique.

So really, what my problem with Epic's Apollo?

In the briefest possible terms; the choice to have Apollo be defined by his musical aspect in God Games is thematically strange. And not in the 'oh well in the Odyssey, Apollo was important to Odysseus and his family so it's weird that that wasn't kept in Epic' strange, strange in the sense that Odysseus' character arc since My Goodbye has been getting more and more obviously Apollonian and so it is positively bizarre that when we get to meet Apollo, the god seems entirely disinterested in him and his affairs. So much so that he is not even defined by any station that would indicate that he has been watching over and protecting Odysseus and his family.

What do I mean by 'Odysseus has been following an Apollonian arc'? I'm so glad you asked!

Remember Them is the last song in which Odysseus explicitly uses his sword until Mutiny where he must use it to defend himself against Eurylochus' blade. He uses it to help enact the plan to conquer Polyphemus and, due to Polites dying in that battle, Polites who wished for Odysseus to put the blade down entirely and embrace a post-war life, Odysseus also retires his sword. This is an action that symbolically separates him from Athena - and the image of Odysseus as a traditional warrior set for him in Horse and Infant - as much as My Goodbye physically separates him from the goddess and her war-ways - from this point onwards, Odysseus will no longer be leaning on Athena's wisdom or methods to solve his problems. Likewise, he will no longer be able to rely on her protection.

Odysseus thusly solves most of his upcoming problems through diplomacy and avoidance. He approaches Aeolus - a strange and ambiguous god (both in gender and in motivation) and appeals to them for help. Circe too, he approaches not with wishes to conquer or for revenge, but for the safe returning of his men and an alternate way forward. In all of these scenarios, there is some Apollonian element which is subtly interweaved alongside the influence of other gods; it is with a bow and arrows that Polyphemus' sheep is slain (and thus it is this Apollonian element which is at the root of Odysseus' spat with Poseidon), it is a vision of Penelope that warns Odysseus that his men are about to open Aeolus' wind-bag, Circe's peace offering to Odysseus is to refer him to a prophet of Apollo who has since died.

In this way, Apollo is walking alongside Odysseus for all of his journey after Athena departs - even in the Underworld, he is guiding him. It is Tiresias' proclamation that is the last straw for Odysseus, it is by the power of a mouthpiece of Apollo that Odysseus decides to embrace his ruthlessness. It is with the bow and arrow that Odysseus subdues the siren who sought to trick him, likewise, Odysseus does not attempt to undermine or escape the fate of paying Scylla's passage price - he knows of the doom about to befall the six men and quite unlike the rest of the journey until this point, he does not fight against it. This all comes to a head on Thrinacia where it is a blade which sacrifices the sun god's cow and brings destruction upon the crew once more.

My point with all of this is that when I heard the teasers for God Games years ago, it made perfect sense to me that Apollo would be Round One - he is not Odysseus' adversary and has no reason to oppose Athena's wish to free him. From other teasers about what will happen in the climax of Epic, Apollo will still be walking alongside Odysseus - it is Apollo's bow that Penelope will give the suitors to string. Likewise, it is Apollo's bow that will prove Odysseus' legitimacy and identity. That bow will be the power by which Odysseus hunts his adversaries and cleans out his palace - it is Apollo who is the avatar of Odysseus' ruthlessness, not Athena.

So tell me, truly, what was the point of having Apollo raise a non-argument in God Games? Why have him appear unconcerned, aloof and slightly oblivious? Why have him appear in his capacity as the Lord of Music at all?? And if the intention was never to make Apollo an active player in Odysseus' life like he was in the Odyssey, why keep Odysseus as a primary archer?

The answer of course is that Apollo is inextricable from the fabric of the Odyssey - his influence and favour exudes from Odysseus just as much as Athena's. In Athena's ten year sulk, it would have been Apollo who kept Telemachus and Penelope safe. It would have been Apollo protecting Odysseus from Poseidon's gaze as he travelled the seas (according to the Odyssey anyway)

Forgive me for not being excited about something that I thought was being purposefully set up. I was extremely ecstatic about all of the little Apollonian details that litter the sagas because I know where this story ends up (loosely) but all God Games did was reveal that maybe those Apollonian details were not intentional at all, but merely the ghost of the Apollo who persistently haunts those he favours, even if he cannot explicitly come to their aide in an adaptation.

[myrtlebranch1019]

Some thoughts on Solas’ rebellion

(Disclaimer. This is just my opinion as a consumer of the media. I welcome any analysis & discussion, but rude behaviour won’t be tolerated).

Not to be DA:TV critical again, (It may come as a surprise, but I actually love the game!) but I can’t help feeling that Solas’ rebellion, as narrated in Veilguard, fell a bit flat. Solas openly declared his rebellion against Elgar’nan simply because they proclaimed themselves gods. But it raises the question: if they had continued ruling as kings or queens and still committed the same atrocities, would Solas have acted differently? Was it a matter of terminology? (Personally, I don’t believe so, but there was so much emphasis put on the word, instead of what it entails).

From a storytelling perspective, it feels less compelling to have a rebellion against a tyrannical, corrupt regime without first showing the regime’s tyranny and corruption. Where was the buildup to justify Solas’ actions? This could have been solved by an additional mural between the “proclamation of godhood” and the second one with Mythal. Where Solas confides to Felassan (that might’ve not even been his name, at that point), about the atrocities the Evanuris committed against their own people, and the two of them agreeing to start the rebellion (it would have been such a cool introduction to Felassan as well!).

Another point of confusion is Solas’ claim that the war with the Titans was about "freedom." Nowhere in the game does it suggest the elves had any motives beyond exploiting the Titans for lyrium (which started with them creating bodies from it). That particular line felt disconnected from the narrative groundwork, and was contradicted by his warning to Mythal, as it shows that he was pretty aware of the real cause of the war, from the very start (Could it be cut content?).

Additionally, portraying Elgar’nan as overtly and unambiguously evil from the get go felt like a missed opportunity. It comes across as a convenient narrative shortcut rather than a choice that adds depth or moral ambiguity. A more morally grey portrayal, with a gradual descent into villainy, would have been more compelling. For this reason, I found Ghilan’Nain to be the more compelling villain between the two.

Although the DA writing team seems to have moved on from this storyline, I’d still love to see a novel exploring Arlathan in greater detail. Honestly, I wouldn’t even mind if they retcon a few elements—like reimagining Elgar’nan as a more morally complex character. Given that the memories we encounter are shaped by the Fade (which is inherently unreliable), it would even be one of those rare cases where a retcon would actually make sense. Either way, just because I’m criticising the elements in the story that don’t make sense to me, doesn’t necessarily mean that I don’t find it compelling or interesting enough to want more.

[arcane-ish]

You know a meta is good if you are are still thinking about it days later.

Out of all the things covered in @sorceressofthesky big fat Zaun timeline/chronology meta the thing that fucked with my mind the most is the observation that actually Singed and Silco don't trust each other that much.

There seems to be a distinct lack of trust between them - Singed hasn't told Silco what his true motivations are, per him vaguely telling Silco "I, too, once had a daughter" (S1E8), and Silco tells Jinx that "you're the only one I can trust with this" when she suggests that he give the Hex crystal to Singed instead (S1E5). Thus, I'm inclined to believe it's a purely practical partnership, unlike Silco's relationship with Vander which was much more personal.

I was just so used to the fanon interpretation about Silco and Singed where they are best buds and they are often held up as the two who support each other blindly in contrast to their relationships that come with moral objections (ie Viktor vis a vis Singed, Vander vis a vis Silco).

Like I had always bought into the idea that Silco finds it to be quite relaxing to be around Singed because Singed never has any moral objections to anything.

I actually pictured their dynamic to be almost more about how how maybe Silco might even wish that he was as cold as Singed? Because he wants to "let the weak man die"; yet we are introduced to Silco being more squeamish when the cat is being experimented on than SInged is.

To me sort of implying that yes, Silco is tough, Silco is cold, but it's something he has to force himself into, maybe has to hype himself up for. (and I think on some level I think Silco also likes his passion and draws fuel from there as well (he doesn't look like he feels guilty when he freaks out at his goons in 1x06, but he does pull himself back into being collected again), but of course he doesn't know it seems how much Singed was motivated by love).

I think most people assumed after season 1 that Singed was keeping what he was doing with Warwick secret from Singed (because we already saw him overruling Silco's autonomy when he drugs him because he thinks Silco can't stay calm when Jinx is in pain), but that maybe Silco didn't care and that it's sort of an agreed thing that they have secrets from each other.

So him not trusting Singed with the crystal is super interesting (and this is before he knows that Vi is back and that his relationship with Jinx is under threat).

Granted, could be due to:

Silco doesn't trust anybody other than Jinx, just look at his various proclamations to that topic in season 1

Silco knows the strengths and weaknesses of Singed and that Singed is more about biology/he thinks if he gave the cystal to Singed Singed would just do more Shimmerlike bullshit with it

Silco doesn't trust him because Singed is still a Piltie

I wonder if there's any chance that maybe Silco is also a bit frustrated with Singed? Like Singed has been working with him so long, but SIlco still finds himself in a situation where Piltover is leaving them behind economically

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

i need to just start doing things

[kokichi-oumagines]

Can you do kokichi x fem! reader who is really clingy and affectionate, in head canons? Thanks for reading my request!

Hehe I waited 2 years again. This is my upload schedule now, I guess? Every 2 years I seem to miss this blog and motivation hits me at the same time. The stars truly aligned for this one.

Anyway, I wrote this whole thing before realizing that it's a similar premise to my last request, so think of it as a continuation? I guess??

Thanks for the request!

- Mod Ouma

- Kokichi has never considered himself a 'good person'. He's not even sure if 'good' or 'bad' people exist! Most people are certainly, just people.

- If good people do exist though, he'd define them as you.

- Loving him certainly proves it. Not even the purest of angels could love him as much as you seem to. Seem to. He says that as if you don't show it every day, every second that you're together. There he goes again, undermining your love for him. You've told him to trust you more, especially when you tell him how much you love him.

- Kokichi, on the other hand, struggles to show you that he loves you just as much. He can tell you he loves you, and tell himself that he's lying, so it's ok for him to say it. He can steal your kisses and rob you of your affections, and tell himself that he's using you. That he's manipulative and a liar and a terrible, terrible, terrible person.

- He's never initiated affection. He's never asked for any love. He doesn't want your love but you keep giving him your heart and pressing it gently against his and he finds both of your hearts beating in sync from within his own chest and he needs it.

- He should thank you, really. Run straight to you this very instant and fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness for being so evil and wrong and disgusting for taking advantage of your fellings like this. Return your heart with delicate, scared hands or hold on to it tighter but give you his this time.

- He won't, of course, he's too selfish for that. Big proclamations of love have never been his thing, either. Or yours. You've always preferred smalls signs of affection provided in abundance.

- Instead, when he sees you later that day, attempts his own, funky version of a hug. You both tense up a little and and a wave of fear and regret washes up his spine. As you always have, as you always will, you hug him back. His arms feel like they're in the wrong place and he doesn't know where to put his head and everything feels a little too overwhelming without you taking the lead.

- It's nice though, in a weird way. There's a strange comfort in this messed up headlock-hug amalgamation that he's initiated, and he wonders if this is why you care about him so much. The additional tightness and vigor that you're hugging back with seems to suggest so.

- He'll forget about this feeling tomorrow but he wants to get better at this, for you, his definition of good. He'll give you this piece of his heart.

[ollyorigami]

im getting real tired of the reading comprehension skills of paper mario fans so im starting a new thing where i will periodically post EVERY translation version of some of ollys lines. heres his motivation proclamation