#this too is girl dinner

[thechills]

SATURN | CRONOS DEVOURING HIS SON

(just like your father, just like his before)

hesiod's theogeny · peter paul rubens · francisco goya · dead letter by jude d rosso · giovanni francesco · giuila lama · saturn by sharon olds

[alnilaem]

*heavy sigh* ……. Price

[everotten]

Promise?

[999999999inadream]

toby fox needs to add like a bit of narration in deltarune abt kris like "they themmed they/themily down the stheirs" cus i cant go on seeing them constantly get he/himmed in yt comment sections

[petorahs]

perfect killer / easy revenge.

[that-sarcastic-writer]

No because the day I find a man who is gentle and patient with me, protective of me, and matches my freak like Simon, that will be the day I find happiness.

[rexscanonwife]

Uhm uh uh...I have no excuse for this 😔 PPG self insert who is secretly an alien! I imagine her intro episode would have her having a little romance with the professor when he comes into a bookstore she works at/owns and the girls being (rightfully, given the prof's dating history) suspicious of her. Wacky capers ensue where they try to prove that she's up to no good, only to find that she genuinely is just chilling and wants to live a normal life on earth!

Well, normal as she can, now that she knows this family! I think she'd fit right in 😉

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[livwritesstuff]

Every day, when Steve gets home from work, he always asks his and Eddie's daughters what they did while he was gone.

One day, they surprise him with an answer he hasn't heard yet.

They tell him, “Daddy taught us how to pick locks.”

The girls are immensely proud of themselves and want to demonstrate their newfound skill, so they put on a whole show of locking themselves in the bathroom and breaking each other out while Steve watches on.

Much to his chagrin, all three of them can successfully unlock the privacy lock on the bathroom door from the outside – including three-year-old Hazel.

“That’s…that’s great,” Steve says when they’re done. “Uh, where’s your dad?”

They tell him that he’s upstairs and, indeed, Steve finds Eddie up in their bedroom folding a massive pile of laundry.

“Seems like you all had fun today," Steve says to him.

"Did they show you the door thing?" Eddie asks with a grin, "Yeah, they had a blast with that."

“Okay, you do realize that the lock on our door was our ticket to any kind of a sex life, right?”

Eddie blinks, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Oh…yeah. Shit.”

“Yeah,” Steve repeats, “Nice going.”

[allyriadayne]

Aegon II Targaryen, top 5 most pathetic moments. (Ranked by me in order of how close he is to crying, how much blood he has on him, how dirty and disheveled he looks, and how much he is NOT enjoying the situation at present)

[zuntoshere]

QSMP 149 was like:

[lesbianrey]

we need to denormalize ‘meal prep’ of one big dinner that molds in the fridge over the week and normalize more non fussy meals like just eating some nuts and fruit and bread

[lowrezbonuslevel]

Susie's Super Star Repair Service! (coming eventually...?) ft. new side blog, just dropped

"When strangely-familiar stars spark to life across the universe, Susie sees a chance to rescue her father from the byte-sized boundaries of his digital purgatory (and turn a profit, while she's at it). However, her developing plans evince an undesirable yet ultimately inescapable side effect—in piecing together Max Haltmann's soul, Susie will simultaneously restore functionality to the Deus ex Machina, Star Dream: the destructive, numb-hearted computer that has held him and his memories ransom for years.

"Still, no good businesswoman is afraid to take strategic and potentially-catastrophic-on-a-universal-scale risks when majority shares of her dreams are at stake. The biggest glitch in this technological operation, as a matter of fact, has nothing to do with her father, nor the not-even-half-baked Clockwork Star that became his tomb. No…

"The greatest risk is prolonged exposure to the trademark antics of a beguiling wizard extraordinaire (which roughly translates from Magolorese to 'least agreeable person in existence'). Susie knows he can't be trusted—but his understanding of ancient technology can't be beat and his long-suffering Starcutter can't be outpaced. If only she and her insufferable 'captain' can follow their begrudging agreement to the letter… maybe they'll both come out of this with only minor injuries and moderate insanity.

"The bottom line: it'll take patience, prowess, and persuasion for Executive President Susie Haltmann, the universe's greatest powerhouse of pink-haired persistence, to finally make her dreams reality—and with everything between a shrouded suitor, a cosmic jester, secret keepsakes, long-forgotten promises, clandestine coronal plots, and Star Dream itself threatening to send her off course… it might take just a little bit of magic, too."

some cover thumbnails. still not sure which one i'm going with, if any. but i did like the top middle so i gave it some values. (i wanted to incorporate magolor since he's unfortunately an important character, and the lor and star dream/haltmann of course... and, yup, that's it. nobody else along for the ride. no murderous stowaways or anything.)

this might be the last post about my fic on this blog (unless i make some particularly banger art based on it or something), so if this interests you, check out my other blog, dedicated to this and any future fanfic endeavors, fresh off the Gryll (btw that was a Kirby joke, based on the Kirby video game series, very few will get this!!!). and feel free to send in asks i suppose? i will try not to spoil TOO much

[martyrbat]

18/04/24

[hunterintheice]

The first part of today's episode really was like:

Everyone: screaming, crying, throwing up

Saintshin: 🥰🌺💕 *saint deciding to paint shin* *rolling around on the rooftop* (the most recent confession is giving you goosebumps? Really Shin? But you were definitely happy the 50 previous times when Saint declared his love for you, you ain't fooling no one) *making shin's friends live slug react to them again*

Totally forgot about them taking "couple's" photos which Saint will 100% print, frame, and hang in the living room so that every time his dad and him are having dinner he's looking at Shin.

[skyrim-forever]

[bookshelf-in-progress]

I know you've retold these before, but if you want to do one in the form of a flash fiction... My request would be The Goose Girl or Twelve Dancing Princesses.

I've pondered over a few possibilities for this prompt. This morning, I came up with an idea for a Twelve Dancing Princesses retelling that had me bolting out of bed to start writing. I don't know how to end the story, but I like the setup, so for the sake of sharing something, I thought I'd at least share what I have here.

*

The Unseen Soldier

Edmund slipped through the city streets, nimbly dodging around the people who couldn't see him. His pay jingled in his pocket--a gift from a generous shoemaker who'd been grateful for the invisible help--but no one heard. No one looked his way. No one ever did.

At the corner sat a ragged beggar child. Edmund was careful with his money now--he could never be sure of getting more--but he dropped the largest of his coins in her tin cup. She looked up--astonished at the miracle, confused when she couldn't see her benefactor--but didn't meet his gaze.

Edmund always noticed beggars now, after the one who'd cursed him. He'd been young and thoughtless then, newly released from the army with a pocket full of pay. A night in the tavern--celebrating the war's end--ate of most of it, and he stumbled into the streets at sunrise wondering how on earth he could make his money last.

He'd stumbled over the beggar woman, then pretended he didn't hear when she asked for a coin. He had none to spare; he had to look after himself.

Then she proved herself a fairy in disguise and pronounced his doom.

Because you have made yourself blind to the needs of others, this is your curse: to wander the world unseen until you give yourself entire to another.

An unbreakable curse, he'd found--a princess might marry a man sight unseen, but people of his own class liked to see their husbands before they wed.

So he wandered, scrounging where he could (never stealing--a fairy who cursed a man for ignoring a beggar would undoubtedly do much worse to a thief), sometimes doing odd jobs for men willing to arrange his hire and payment by letter. Doing unseen good where possible--at first in the hope that he might be observed by another fairy who'd reward him by lifting the curse, but then because he could--he could see the invisible problems, and give his help without shaming those who received it.

A hardscrabble, desperate life. Sometimes a satisfying one. But--more and more as the years went on--unbearably, unspeakably lonely.

The sun rose higher. The crowds increased. Edmund slipped into the doorway of an abandoned shop and considered waiting out the morning rush. Then he noticed that the entire crowd was drifting in one direction.

This was too much for an invisible man to resist. Edmund drifted at the rear of the crowd until the mass of people pooled around a fountain in the middle of a city square, where stood a royal messenger making a proclamation.

So declared the king: his daughters were wearing through their shoes every night, though the doors of their bedchamber were locked and bolted. The princes set upon the problem had all failed to solve the mystery. So the king decreed that any man who, in three nights' time, could solve the mystery of where the princesses went at night, could have his choice of one to wed.

The crowd gasped. Murmured. Chattered. Shared gossip and rumor. Wondered who'd be daft enough to take the challenge--princess or no, the men who'd tried to solve the mystery before had died.

But at the edge of the crowd, unseen by all, Edmund smiled.

He'd found the way to break his curse.