#there are some things I don't like but I'll still eat them

[skydemonizark]

Tbh I think these stories just aren't for you guys. Cause I actually fully agree "cozy" stories tend not to have tension, and I like that. I read them because they have low or no tension. I like just following people through their peaceful fantasy life.

I also agree the point of them can be just their aesthetic, which I don't think is a bad thing, sure it might not work for long stories, but that's doesn't mean it's not worth it. It's like a painting that was made just to be pretty.

Like the appeal of these stories for me is that when I'm super exhausted tension just makes it worse, and if the tension is too high it can straight up make me feel sick (I think this is because of my cfs but I can't be sure) but I'll still wanna read something, so low or no tension stuff is like a balm that lets me relax. I've read stories where the whole concept is a girl living in a little cottage in the woods making food she either eats herself or shares with her neighbors, and her pet baby giant spider. And while there were some moments of tension most of it was super chill and I loved it.

I could read stories about people just exploring a fantasy environment with nothing happening and no danger for hours cause I just love that sort of stuff.

And I love romance stories that are mostly just the main couple flirting or getting along, which might actually be considered a type of tension? I donno but it's so rare to find.

Cozy Fantasy and Why It Doesn't Work

I think I am among many who feel like they should love cozy fantasy and have found it an incredibly lacking genre.

This newly branded "cozy fantasy" genre that has taken readers by storm since 2020 and while it is new that books are now marketed as cozy, the genre itself isn't new. Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones is a great example of the genre before it was labeled and also how to make it work.

Cozy fantasy is defined by many as fantasy with low stakes. Fantasy aesthetic but less sword fights. On paper, it sounds great. But the execution has been less than stellar for readers like me. The lack of physical stakes has also impacted the emotional stakes of these books, creating forgettable characters with boring problems. As a romance reader, I find this frustrating. Romance is known for being a predictable and formulaic genre, the now defunct Romance Writers of America defined romances as needing happy endings, a term romances have continued to follow. Yet these romance texts manage to have low physical stakes (how to date your neighbor, how to confront your toxic friends, etc) while still maintaining high personal stakes that keep readers invested and begging for more. So I was initially confused why cozy fantasy authors struggle to write texts that connect to readers like me.

I think I have found the answer which is the genre is just here for vibes. It is all about aesthetic, not even worldbuilding that fantasy is known for as most cozy fantasy I read have so many problems as soon as you ask one question. It is hard to acknowledge that a genre that is pitched to work for readers like me doesn't work for many of us. Especially because occasionally there is one that works beautifully to my taste.

I often say my favorite cozy fantasies that are more contemporary are short and visual, which I plays into the idea of the genre being an aesthetic. The Bakery Dragon by Devin Elle Kurtz is a good example because it is a simple story that is given the perfect amount of pages and gorgeous visuals without dragging on when the message is very clear and easy to understand. Books like The Phoenix Keeper and Legends and Lattes have absolutely nothing for me, their very clear message hitting the reader over and over so the readers don't miss it and focusing on the aesthetic of worldbuilding rather than the reality of the fantastic elements within the world.

I guess my point is. . . I realize this genre isn't for me since I have realized it is more of an aesthetic than anything. .. .but I want it to be. Should I let it go and put my efforts elsewhere? Or should I keep exploring this new trend and find the hidden gems?

[kyunniebuns]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 056 - Lover! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader: Drabbles ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Winter Blues ] ¡! ❞

Curse Winter.

As lovely as the season is— It's stretching on for far too long and now you're in your room bedrotting the hours away since somehow you feel your body extremely heavy as of late.

You know you should be doing productive things instead of procrastinating, but what can you do if your body feels as if it has a ton of weight placed on it?

So screw it and just stay in bed.

That's the best way to deal with this issue, just screw it all and rest peacefully.

꒰ .... ꒱

"Jagiya?" Jinwoo calls out as he enters the pitch black room and turns on a lamp— To which he hears you grunting and whining the moment the soft yellow light flashes around.

A small smile only tugs at the corner of his lips, shaking his head and sets the takeout food he ordered on your desk before approaching the bed.

"Jagiya, you know you shouldn't be in bed all day" He cooes lovingly, rubbing your back to soothe you. "Are you sick?"

"No, winter is just making me so lazy" You complain, shuffling over to his lap and nuzzling his stomach.

"Mn... I guess it's extra cold today, huh?" Jinwoo smiles. "Come here"

He lifts you up to his lap, settling you on his thighs while pulling your head to hide on his neck.

"There, there" He hums lovingly, peppering the side of your head with gentle and lingering kisses. "I can't have you get too lazy, but for now I'll indulge in you."

He had always been spoiling you ever since the both of you started dating. Honestly you don't even know how you managed to pull a hotshot like him. People are always intimidated by him, specifically the men, the girls? —Oh they have a fat crush on him.

Can't blame them, Jinwoo is hauntingly so handsome after all.

With pretty grey eyes like his and a deadly good looking face with a body tall and lanky but muscular— Why wouldn't you fall for him? He's like an idol himself that made you feel very self-concious about the fact someone as mediocre as you is dating such a good looking man.

But somehow you managed to date him because you to met by a friend of a friend, became friends yourselves, and then he courted you somewhere down the line.

If Jinwoo ever finds out about your insecurity— You'll be in for a long scolding session and making you tell yourself you're absolutely prety in front of the mirror.

Yeah, he has a very... Unique way of scolding you.

So now you're here, being babied by Sung Jinwoo. Never spent a day without having him spoiling you one way or another.

May it be cuddles or kisses— You'll always have them and he make sure you do.

"Wanna eat some noodles? I bought some home?" He reaches out to the food he bought home and opened the plastic bowl. "Come on, you can't be lazy in eating too, sarang"

And so, he started feeding you as if you're a child.

It's embarassing to be treated like this but Jinwoo himself seems to be enjoying the fact that you are this reliant on him. He made sure to blow on the noodles before feeding them to you of course, he can't have your pretty little tongue burnt since he intends to kiss you until you're breathless later.

"Heh..."

"What?" You perk up at his little chuckle after gulping down the soup on the bowl.

"Nothing, you just look especially cuter as of late" He wipes the excess soup on your lips with his thumb before bringing it to his lips. "Still feeling a bit fatigued?"

"I feel a little better now" You mumble, nuzzling against him like a clingy kitten.

"Mn..." He hums, kissing your forehead affectionately. "I guess I should baby you more for now, huh?"

"My lovely sarang."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: A short fluffy fic because I want to heheh~ I'm planning on posting another fluffy fic before a lovesick one because hehhhheeh!!!!~~ Are you guys excited for another lovesick fic :D? ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[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"

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg | divider by @fictive-sl0th

Biker!Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader | No Outbreak AU

Warnings for this Chapter: none, really... some curse words, alcohol, Merle being Merle

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: Since it's my birthday today, I thought why not give y'all a little gift and post two chapters of LITRM this week. 🤗

I'm a lil' insecure about this chapter, though... I hope you are going to like it! Also, we have small cameos of two well-known TWD characters, hehe. Oh, and Merle, of course.

《 M a s t e r l i s t 》

《 Chapter Three 》 《 Chapter Five 》

Chapter Four...

... in which Daryl takes on a destiny changing job and you desperately try to forget the stranger who had conquered your heart so surprisingly - without success?

It had been two months and two days since Daryl's motorcycle trip through America with the gang and three months and eight days since the night he had spent with you. Now he was back at work; things bouncing back to normalcy.

A grunt left his lips as he realised that his break was over. He took a last drag of his cigarette, before he let the stub fall to the ground; stubbing it out with the heel of his boot. Then the biker returned to his current workplace in the motorcycle shop his brother, Merle, owned.

He picked up where he left off, exchanging the bike's chain, as he suddenly saw Merle approaching him in the corner of his eyes. "Got a job for ya, baby brother," Merle came to stand beside him; a piece of paper dangling between his pointer finger and thumb. Daryl looked up at his brother. With a grunt, he stood from where he was squatting beside the vehicle and wiped his greasy hands on the light blue, baggy overall he wore. "A job, huh?" Daryl said; taking the piece of paper.

It was an offer from a few different motorcycle dealer, who wanted to sell some of their customised bikes. "You wan' me to check 'em out?" Merle nodded; crossing his arms over his chest. Daryl scoffed and shoved the piece of paper into his brother's chest. "Nah. Got better stuff ta do. Go check 'em out yourself or send T-Dog or someone else."

Merle laughed out loud at his little brother's words. "Ya really think I'd send someone like T-Dog? Lil' piece of shit can be glad that I'll still let 'im work here." "Then ya gotta go yerself," Daryl shrugged his shoulders and focused back on work.

Merle stood beside him for quite a few more moments in silence; just watching. At some point, it got on Daryl's nerves and he looked up at his older brother again; "Wha'?" noticing that he had a shit eating grin on his face. "Ohh, baby brother... You should really give this another think, ya know... 'Cause all of them dealers are in Montana - and from what I heard 'bout your last trip with your lil' friends, you had a lotta fun there, right?"

Daryl scoffed; already disliking this conversation. "Righ', fun."

It wasn't a lie. It was the truth and he couldn't deny it.

Merle's dirty grin widened. "So yer goin'?" Daryl grunted, but nodded; not having the nerves or want to continue this 'discussion'. "Fine. 'M goin'." The older Dixon laughed once again; "Thought ya couldn't resist." giving Daryl a rather harsh clap on the shoulder. "Hope yer havin' just as much fun this time, baby brother. Jus' make sure ya don't get too caught up, eh? I want dem bikes." The biker grumbled under his breath, while Merle walked away; amused by his brother's behaviour.

A few days later, Daryl was on the road again for his almost thirty hours ride to Montana with a stopover in Sioux City, Iowa, where he stayed the night in a motel and continued his journey very early in the morning - until he reached his (first) destination... Miles City. The moon had already replaced the sun, when he threw the keys to his motel room on the bed; angel-winged vest, sunglasses and helmet following. The biker was tired from all the driving and travelling, but he didn't feel like going to bed. Not yet.

He quickly paid the tiny bathroom a visit, before he searched his backpack for his beloved cap, grabbed his run-down wallet and the keys again. Then he made his way to the bar he held very good memories of... 'The Rowdy Raccoon'.

Being way closer to the establishment this time than a few months ago, he could walk and didn't have to drive - which was fortunate, in case he decided to have a few more beers or drinks.

The bar hadn't changed. It was still the same. Nice people, good music and excellent alcohol. Daryl immediately had a good feeling - just like last time. Like a déjà-vu.

His eyes scanned the area; not finding a single familiar face in the crowd, but he didn't care. He was here for the drinks, a round of pool and perhaps to find some company for the night. After getting himself the first beer of the evening, Daryl joined a group of three men, who had just made their way to the pool tables. They were open and friendly; letting him join the game, of course and welcoming him in their circle.

'Start Me Up' by The Rolling Stones was blaring from the old jukebox as Daryl's cue hit the white cue ball on the pool table.

He was definitely in for a long night. That much was clear.

You didn't know why you had decided to go in town this evening. Perhaps it was the urge to escape the same four walls around you and with that your mind - which had become more and more a trap for you the past days and weeks... Tess told you to get over it. Over him. And you tried. God knows you did, but you just couldn't. You felt utterly stupid for holding on to this, but your heart acted on its own will. One night was enough to make you a fool for man, who you barely knew and you'd most likely never see again.

You sighed; grimacing as you stopped at the bar.

I need a drink, you convinced yourself, but deep down you knew that you just went there because it reminded you of him. You weren't able to escape it. It was like an invisible string pulling you in. So, you did what you had already done nth times before... Stepping inside the 'rowdy Raccoon'.

The by now familiar smell of alcohol, cold smoke and a trillion different perfumes hit your nose. Without wasting another thought, you stepped directly over to the bar counter; sliding on one of the stools. "Hey, Y/N," the bartender greeted you with a smile. You became quite good friends over the last few months. "Hey, Magna." "Same as always?" You nodded. "Yeah, please." The woman with inked skin wiped her hands on a towel and immediately went to work.

"There you go, honey," Magna said; placing a glass in front of you. "One Whiskey Cola." "Thanks."

You did some small talk with Magna; trying to not get too lost in your own thoughts - and it worked. In your eyes, it was a success. A step in the right direction - but only mere minutes later, you got thrown off track once again; harder than ever before...

Returning from a visit to the restrooms, Magna placed a second glass of Whiskey Cola in front of you, causing you to frown. "Magna, I didn't-" "I know," the bartender interrupted you immediately. "But that guy over there insisted on buying you a drink. Guess you got a secret admirer." Magna winked; jutting her head into the direction of the pool tables. Still frowning, your eyes followed her gesture - and what you then saw made you question your sanity for a good minute...

Beside the left pool table stood none other than the man who had managed to turn your whole world upside down within a few hours; a cue in his right hand, a beer in the other. He was talking to some other dudes he was playing with - all of them unfamiliar to you and not his motorcycle gang. The signature angel-winged vest, chestnut brown curls and black baseball cap was unmistakable... It was Daryl.

"No fucking way..." You mumbled underneath your breath; still trying to grasp this. You were quite a bit afraid that you were drunk already or dreaming and therefore hallucinating - but when your eyes met those endless blue-grey orbs, you knew it was real. Your thundering heart inside of your chest was enough proof. The world seemed to stop turning around you. All you could see, was the handsome biker across from you - and the beautiful, cheeky little smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.

Like in a trance, you slipped off the bar stool; legs carrying you over to the man in leather and jeans.

"D-Daryl?" You breathed in disbelief, as your hand twitched beside your body; desperately resisting the urge to touch him and see if he was truly real.

The man kept on smirking softly; nodding at you. "Hey, cowgirl. Thought I was never gonna see ya again... 'N yet here we are."

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[elianzis]

Do you have any tips for beginner artists dealing with art block?

ah, good old art blocks...

In general, you probably need to understand what it was that drove you into this state.

Lack of inspiration, dissatisfaction with the results, exhaustion, etc.

Inspiration is unlikely to come on its own, you have to look for it. Pinterest, movies, games (someone recommended dnd and I think it can really help), music.

Sometimes it's possible that you're just exhausted and only a break from drawing and a change of activity will help you, this also applies to finding inspiration. You don't know if playing a game will give you :D (doesn't always work with burnout) If you're comparing yourself to other artists, you need to take it a little easier on yourself. Don't say to yourself “he's so great, I'll never be able to do that”, you can just analyze how the person achieved such a result, what he did and what you did. Plus we often have a tendency to compare ourselves to artists whose skills are MULTIPLE times superior to us. I know its hard, i still doing such mistake when i look at my friend's artworks.

OKAY, SORRY, SO, TIME FOR SOME TIPS i will write in text, but also will attach videos with it ( some of them in russian, but auto generated subtitles are good enough)

1. Don't draw a picture, but put it into words.

There is a few different approaches to that. The first is when you create a blank canvas or taking blank sheet of paper and just cloud draw the location of different elements and label them. Smth like that.

Another approach is my friend told me its when you collecting key words for artwork that you wanna draw. For this one like: dragon, two people hiding, caves, adventure, fantasy, gold, dim light. (at least this is how i understood that)

2. Try new things and practice in other directions

Sometimes you just getting tired from everything you drawing. So its good to try new things. For example im getting tired from my usual art, and its good when you trying smth new, like, landscapes, more realistic portrait/animated style, re-draw some screenshots from movies. Yeah, practicing and studies can help too, because you don't need to create smth, you just learning

3. Create smth from chaos (?)

Its more about traditional art, but i believe you can do it in digital too. We used to do this in college when we would paint on glass with watercolors and then put a sheet against that glass getting a chaotic print. After the sheet dried, we would take a liner and try to see some kind of image in the chaos and draw. Sometimes its funny of some sorts. this is not much, but i hope it will help you

Also a few words.

Its okay when art is bad. We are humans after all, and this is important to remember because -> Don't forget you need to rest. Don't forget to eat, drink (GO AND DRINK ON GLASS OF WATER RIGHT NOW) and sleep. (Take this advice srsly from someone who suffers from this). Take days off, you've worked hard for two days, it's time to take a day to rest.

I will attach some videos about art block in general and with some tips how to fight it below the cut for you, its have some more info that i haven include from them, because the post might be bigger... here it is ->

ARTBLOCK // Creative Crisis // 4 ways to beat non-painting

Motivation, artblock, burnout: how to keep creating

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ARTBLOCK

[mari-lair]

i feel kinda embarrassed about skimming over the tbhk stuff for the isat stuff cause like you're having so much fun with it and whatnot and im not choosing to leave it later

and thing is idk when later is

it could straight up be never

additionally idk how to start tbhk so like please help me out >-<

No need Anon, you don't have to like everything I post, if you're here for isat you are here for that! And all is good in the world.

if you are genuinely curious though here is a warning/ how to get into.

first the warning: tbhk got VERY different vibes from isat.

The characters mental health will deteriorate over time and arguments are how most issues are fixes, but i doubt most characters will get a happy ending. A big chunk of their issues will not be addressed or explicitly stated (they are all around 15 yo, they are not nearly as mature as the isat cast). Fond family is not the focus, romance is! And all of the main romances are varying levels of unhealthy and selfish. All of them. For every nice quality someone has, they have an equally as hurtful one (be it to themselves, to others, or both)

Also here are some trigger warnings: allude to suicide, death, sexual harassment, psychological abuse, choking, feelings of dehumanization and lack of hope or even identity (a big part of the cast is already dead and some humans have issues), horror imagery cause of the supernaturals and curses, heavy allude to child abuse (a character is a child soldier but we never go in detail about his past on it), and someone gets eaten alive (not cannibalism cause it was a demon + most of it was censored but still that scene was chilling)

If that still interests you, I suggest the manga cause while the anime is serviceable they don't have art as good as the manga, the lines and the expressions one of my favorites, i love the art style, like LOOK AT THIS:

the scenarios are cool too it's not just the expressions/way they 'move' with their whole body

and if you like isat the lack of colors of the manga very likely won't be a turn off

The anime also make the fatal mistake of not including a very short arc (2 chapters) where it both properly introduces one of my favorite characters, and gives one of the main guys A BIG character development. I don't want to spoil the arc or what character i'm talking so i'll just show the title.

overall the manga have more detail and I personally want to eat up every character quirk and little crumbs of depth that I can.

The manga have a whole 120 chapters and isn't finished though. So if you want a test drive to see if you like the overall vibes you can check the pilot, which have 3 chapters and while it is very different from the main story, the vibes/writing is similar.

If don't want a test drive/have patience for slow build ups, here is the first chapter of the official tbhk manga

[httpslotus]

Headcanons for my lil sillies !!!! (a lot for Dusty)

Even if he's really patient, Killer is like Dust, a sour looser (he just don't show it directly)

Dust likes to draw when he's having a seizure or a schizophrenic episode (helps him calm down and vent a bit), or when he's feeling really down

Dust likes to stay around warm places or objects when alone (like a fireplace, or a heating device, Horror, jk jk or not)

Nightmare's tentacles act on their own when he's tired or asleep, they tend to wiggle around and gather what they found around Nightmare's bed (often wake up pissed or freaked-out by it)

Horror doesn't like vegetable when they're not prepared into dishes , like he dislike carrots by themself but a corrot cake will be welcomed in his stomach ( after he healed from starvation)

(this one is too well-known) Horror, Killer and Dust haves a siblinds like relationship

Horror loves the sun, he loves lazing around under the sun heat

Horror garden a lot, it's like therapeutic to him, Nightmare encourages him a lot (fresh vegetables and fruits are the best to his taste)

Nightmare haves manic episodes, when under heavy feelings, thoses episodes changes his behavior drastically: he eats rotten things, become very hostile to everything and everyone and act like an animal (thinks of a ferous canine mixed with a snake)

Killer has multiple cats, one is called "Rainbow" (when he decided to follows Color to be better)

When with Farm, Horror is more talkative about his past and himself and how he hopes one day to become better (do it sometimes with Dust too but only when they're alone together)

Dust can bake, but he dosen't show it often, he feels really timid about it, Killer is aware of this so when they're together they bake, to "protect" Dust from self-shaming, Killer often says he did it)

Killer know wood carving and did lil sculptures of his mates (Dust, Nightmare, Horror and Color), he even did an inkwell for Nightmare's quill

Horror with the help of Dust and Nightmare, is learning how to read again and to deal with his dyslexia (traumatic du to his broken skull)

Nightmare is a tea-alcoholic, Dust a coffee addict, Killer a cappuccino addict and Horror is a cranberry juice / water addict

Dust, du to his time spend alone with no one to talk to (since he's trying his best to ignore Papyrus) became mute, only expressing himself through body language, onomatopoeias or sometimes (thanks to a lot of magic) wingdings. But maybe one day he'll be able do talk verbally again, stay tuned !

Nightmare can play instruments, specifically piano and violin, he tends to not show it too often because he sees it as a weakness because it makes him remember his past self playing with Dream

Well that's it for now, maybe I'll do some for the stars sans too but I'm not gonna lie I'm more stranger to them than to my sillies but I still got a lot for them too !

Anyways if anything comes to your mind, don't restrain yourself and share it with me, I'll be glad to read what you think !!

[dootznbootz]

dootz. dootz i read an into on the odyssey and it said that penelope enjoyed attention from the suitors. the 108 men who kept harassing her and eating her son’s whole inheritance. bc she had the sudden urge to walk past them and was upset by the bird dream. what—

Okay, so a lil confused on whether you mean "an Odyssey article or post" or read the Odyssey itself and are worried about the fact that "she enjoyed the attention of the suitors".

In general, anyone who ships Penelope with the suitors has a screw loose.

The whole "sudden urge to walk past them" was caused by Athena.

Then goddess Athena with the glittering eyes put an idea in the mind of wise Penelope, Icarius’s daughter—to approach the suitors, so she might truly stir the feeling in their hearts     and acquire more honour from her son and husband than she had before. With an unnatural laugh she spoke out and said:  “Eurynome, though my heart has never once desired to show myself                               before these suitors, it does now, shameless though they may be. And I’ve got words to say to my own son—he would be better off not mingling with those arrogant suitors. They may say nice things, but they’re making plans for nasty schemes in future.”

(Book 18, Johnston)

Personally, I've always kind of seen this as Athena wanting Odysseus to SEE how the Suitors are when they see Penelope in order to make him angrier. He's seen how they treat Telemachus to a degree. Now he can see how they are about his beloved wife. It's also a way for him to see how she's still his lil schemer wife :3

The suitors in their hearts felt immediately overwhelmed, consumed by sexual desire. Their legs grew weak. Each of them prayed that he could go to bed with her. 

Long-suffering Odysseus was pleased that she was getting them to give her gifts, with charming, soothing words, her mind on other things.

(Book 18, Johnston)

(one thing I love about Homer, is that like, despite something being sexually violent in nature to any degree, he's never explicit but still makes the point across of what's happening. It's like, a breath of fresh air because it's not really used as "shock value")

Like, it's for Odysseus to get angry about how they're looking at Penelope most likely, AND to show how these men don't really respect Penelope. A lil bit of contrast I believe as well to show how the suitors see her verses how HE sees her: Suitors see a hot woman and behave disrespectfully while Odysseus sees a intelligent woman playing these idiots like a fiddle to get her way.

And the Bird Dream? Someday I'll write up that essay about how Penelope knew damn well that was her husband under that disguise (still cautious ofc. but she knows that's Odysseus. I'll fight everyone on that. I'm so tired of people downplaying Penelope's intelligence.) But the sum of it, whether it was a real dream or not, or some scenario she came up with on the fly in order to test this beggar some more.

In general, the geese that were killed in her dream were the actual PETS she has. She has like, 20 geese as pets. THAT'S why she's "sad". Like, I'm a pet owner, if I got an omen of something that involved something I wanted but also included my pets dying?? I'd be a lil torn too.

I find it reallyyyy fascinating with how Penelope's name basically means Duck/Goose (usually duck, but they're both water fowl sooooo), and while I don't think it was any symbolism for her there. I think it's something interesting :3

Either way, don't get too worked up about it, Dear Anon. <3 I think Penelope wanting the suitors is honestly not too common of a belief, that it's like, something you gotta worry about. It's all good :3

[born-to-lose-writing]

Cheering Up

Pairing: John Entwistle x trans male!reader

Requested by @johnentwistlesbassguitar

Summary: You've been feeling insecure, but John does what he can to cheer you up and make you eat.

Tags: fluff, some angst, implied eating disorder, implied transphobia

Words: 849

A/N: A quick emergency fic, hope you like it! 💖

You had been feeling sad and insecure lately and although you stopped whining to John as much because you knew he already had a lot on his plate at the moment, it was no secret you weren't feeling good. Some days you felt like a burden to him, but whenever he noticed, John made sure to reassure you that he chose you and taking care of you during your bad periods wasn't exhausting.

Today was one of those days and soon after the dog started barking excitedly, John came into the bedroom where you were staring at your reflection in the mirror, huffing at the features you didn't like – or rather the features you would have liked if it wasn't for other people perceiving you the wrong way.

You didn't realize he had come upstairs until he tightly wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek and neck. “You're so handsome,” he murmured and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“You think?” You didn't believe him, even if his compliments were always genuine.

“Of course, why else would I feel the need to show off my gorgeous boyfriend on any given occasion?” John replied, spinning you around and pulling you close by the back pocket of your jeans. You hadn't felt like smiling the whole day, but his adorable toothy smile was contagious.

“Speaking of showing you off, there's a record label event happening next Thursday. Karen, Heather and Annette are going too, so will you be my plus one?”

“If they're taking a group photo of the ‘Who girlfriends’, no thanks,” you sighed and plopped down on the bed, angry at the memory of the last formal event you had attended together. “That reporter congratulating you on the pretty girl on your arm was enough.”

John didn't let go of your hand and sat beside you, combing your hair back to look at you properly and giving you a sympathetic smile. “I verbally kicked that guy's ass after you ran off. And I'll do the same with anyone else who ever makes you feel like shit, though I can't promise I won't beat them up.”

You appreciated his offer and now that he mentioned it, you did remember John immediately switching to his spiteful tone when you had excused yourself at said event. One of the many things you loved about him was that he wasn't afraid to stand up for you when the situation required it. You really got lucky with him.

Not knowing how to respond, you shifted to lie down and rest your head on his lap. You loved using his big thighs as a better and softer kind of pillow. In this moment of silence, your stomach rumbled.

“You shouldn't starve yourself, you know?” John pointed out, raking his fingers through your hair.

“I just don't feel like I deserve to eat,” you mumbled, ashamed of not eating anything all day despite usually liking food and cooking.

“Could I get up for a minute?” he asked gently and you sat up, letting him stand up and leave the room.

A short while later, he came back with a big plate of sandwiches and a wide smile on his face, still wearing his silly naked woman apron. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight and assume he didn't take it off on purpose. “I’m sure it helps if we eat together, right?”

John got into bed with his back against the headrest and you sat next to him, crossing your legs over his. “Open up,” he said as he held a sandwich up to your mouth and started feeding you, taking turns biting into the bread.

“This is so good,” you said, pouting when he took the last bite.

“Thank you, not as good as your meals, though,” he kissed your forehead and chuckled, “Alright, now we each get our own sandwiches before I eat all of it.”

At some point, he did take off the apron because it was getting too tight. You laid your head on his squishy belly and blew raspberries on it, which made him squirm and laugh, begging you to stop. Eventually, you stopped to continue eating while John used his free hand to play with your hair, twirling some strands around his fingers.

When you finished the last sandwich, you were almost sad they were gone so quickly because they just tasted so good, but you felt a lot better now that you were full and John did his best to make your worries disappear, even if only temporarily.

Still chewing the rest of his snacks as he had stopped eating to feed you, he reached down to rub your tummy and smirked. “Good boy.”

You looked at him and smiled, stretching a little before straddling him and cupping his face. While you loved his beard, it was a pity that it hid his chubby cheeks. “I love you,” you said and kissed his nose.

“I love you too, my love,” John murmured against your lips, putting his arms around your middle as he kissed you deeply.

[gideonisms]

ngl having bad brain times. Can you ever physically FEEL the lack of the get things done chemical

[skwivr]

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[medicinemane]

Honestly a lot of the time, it's not even about people having to agree with me, it's about needing to know that they actually heard and listened to what I had to say even if it didn't persuade them

Just... some basic indication that there's enough respect to give a shit about what I said, and also to make sure that they disagree because they actually disagree and not cause they just didn't bother listening

It's all I really ask

[whysamwhy123]

Any unpopular opinions?

(Sleepover Sunday, I guess, because I'm only getting to this now, whoops!) ALL I HAVE ARE UNPOPULAR OPINIONS, LOL. Seriously, I'm lucky I only have, like, seven followers because otherwise I'd be chased off this website with torches and pitchforks. I'll try to give a mildly spicy one and not to be too much of a bitch...we'll see...

Toni Storm's current character/gimmick is A THOUSAND times more creative and original than anything any man on that roster has done in YEARS. And the fact that she's not on this PPV card is a fucking travesty. But I'm not surprised because TK hates women, and wrestling fans simply do not show up for women's wrestling the same way they do for boring white guys doing the most generic, tired, old Heel 101 bullshit 🙂🙂🙂

Ah, fuck it, one more because I bitch about this every week anyways - that Nigel wanker on Collision is one of the worst commentators I've ever heard. He's so annoying! He spends more time putting himself over than the talent in the ring (literally the opposite of a commentator's job) and he clearly has no respect for the women because as soon as a women's match starts, he immediately starts talking about unrelated male wrestlers. Or just himself! And that's when he's not making pervy comments about them - dude makes JR sound like a feminist icon by comparison. I am uncooly judging everyone on here who thirsts over him. Come on, people, standards! Y'all gonna start thirsting over the Qanon moron next?

[ame-to-ame]

Late night calls with friends that make you feel warm and loved, being complimented by strangers, seeing updates from gfm campaigns where ppl can safely start their new life after reaching their goal, getting progress in things I've worked hard on like nailing down a part of a new song or getting a job offer

[gender-euphowrya]

it's really baffling to me that when i tell people i don't eat veggies they're like "THEN WHAT DO YOU EAT" like. do you not know about the other food groups. have you exclusively been eating carrots and leaves like a bugs bunny

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.