#this was exactly what I needed

[ygodmyy20]

Guess who is hella late to the party and just read Reigen Manga?!!! and SOMEHOW wasn't spoiled for the whole thing??

ME

I DID

[cam-strong]

Active Rest Day 😌

I went for a little walk today after work, and then spent some time soaking up the late afternoon sun with a book.

Finished the day with a little mobility and stretch session. 3 days til race day!

[moripartylove]

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[egophiliac]

c. can i ask what's happening with idia during the whole tsum thing

Idia gets into a fistfight with his tsum and loses

[muppetfreak]

Mr. Riordan, it is truly a pleasure getting to experience your second draft.

[respectthepetty]

I LOVE YOU!

requested by @respectthepetty to do my doki doki kali style for this scene.

i can never say no to petty, petty's wish is my command

everyone that wants the star here you go 😂😭

[ikpwecanfly]

Something I haven't seen discussed yet is not only did buck and Tommy kiss, but they JUST kissed. Tommy kissed him once, just communicating that "okay is this what you want us to do?" And then he set up a real romantic date where he's going to pick buck up at 8 and everything.

Buck who has a shit load of trauma from partners wanting him for nothing more than his body. From always having to be the person adding the romance into every relationship to convince people there's more to him then sex.

Baby boy just got asked on a wholesome date and got promised romantic helicopter flying lessons and he won't even have to drive and goddddvdhebusjabsjsjdnxns

[catharsistine]

The scene in the Barbie trailer when Barbie is skating around with Ken and asks "Why is everyone staring at me?"

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE AN ADOLESCENT GIRL.

Living in Barbieland (childhood girlhood) but then suddenly you're all grown up in the real world subject to scrutiny and sexualisation (the guy slapping Barbie's ass) and feeling like existing is a crime?

Being forced by adult men into a box (which leads to the not like other girls syndrome) and exploring the 'real world' (being forced to grow up too quickly) while fighting the realisation that maybe the world sucks and being a woman is so difficult while hoping with all your heart that it's not always going to be this way.

Losing touch with the very things that made you happy because they're considered immature and girly? (The group of teens that said they hadn't played with Barbies since they were five.)

Older women telling you that you have to learn the truth about the world and that you can never have your old life back (Kate Mckinnon's Barbie) despite it being the only thing you yearn for, but also older women being a bright spot and support (the old woman on the bench) in the endless slough of life.

And this is just the trailer!!! I'm so excited for this movie I can't breathe, Greta Gerwig the woman that you are 😭

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[chronalshifts]

i think a lot of people are calling viktor’s reaction to waking up changed and then almost immediately leaving for zaun unrealistic and like… yes it would be. for someone whose mind has not been affected by the hexcore. he speaks differently, he hears sky’s voice through its influence, he can no longer feel the cold, or the warmth of jayce’s hug. he walks away from jayce because he can no longer feel the affection that kept them together, and he sees no logical point in remaining when they have no common ground anymore. he might not be a machine externally, exactly, but his mind certainly isn’t human anymore.

[brewed-pangolin]

Me after finishing a 4 hour drive and reading this absolute beauty...

his vehicle with the oversized tires that you could hear a mile away.

AKA 4Runner Soap's mating call...

Thank you for this, darlin. My psyche needed it

-💛

I need cbf!Johnny to swoop in and remind me of the blissful years of my youth while dicking me down into the mattress. Just to reaffirm the importance of friendship for reasons that I can't think of.

You know who this is from...

-💛

What if he reaffirms the importance of y'all's friendship after picking you up from a date?

And by pick up, I mean interrupt.

See, someone had managed to get you to give them your number.

Surprising, honestly, because you were a bit picky with the men you let into your life. That the guy had hair the color of damp soil and the Caribbean Sea in his eyes was merely coincidental.

It was all going well enough, until you went a dinner date with him, and Johnny seats himself at your table.

John fucking MacTavish.

If looks could kill.

You reached over and pinched the cartilage of his ear with your nails— twisting it until he gave a pained yelp.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be across the world on a mission or something?" you hiss.

As Johnny responds to you, his unwavering gaze remains fixated on your date.

"Obviously not, hen. Went home t'find ye missin'. Was worried somethin' happened t'ye. Wha's the lad?"

Your date uneasily clears his throat. "I'm uh—," but Johnny briskly flicks his hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Dinnae answer tha'— was rhetorical. Ah'll be takin' my bonnie now, aye?" Leaning in, Johnny's hand firmly clasps his shoulder, eliciting a wince from your date. "Fer the sake of yer health, delete'r number."

You didn't dare interrupt as he bullied your date out of the restaurant nor resist when he dragged you to his vehicle with the oversized tires that you could hear a mile away.

And that's how you ended up in this position— thighs pressed against your sweat-slick chest, his rough hands keeping you in place, and your feet positioned near his ears, as he split you open with his cock.

"All ye needed t'do was wait fer me. Ah'd give ye anythin' ye want— just gotta ask." His deep voice rolled over you like a wave, leaving you breathless.

Your eyes crossed when he bottomed out, a toe-curling blend of pleasure and pain setting your nerves ablaze.

Gently, he leans down and captures your lips with his own hungrily— swallowing a moan that came from the back of his throat.

All senses but touch dull when he begins to move. The drag of his length along your swollen, tender walls. The coarse, dense hair on his chest brushing against your feverish skin— awakening every nerve ending. His warm tongue curling with yours, peppermint on your taste buds.

It's quickly becoming too much.

Johnny breaks away with a groan, strings of glistening saliva connecting you both, and gazes down at you—his eyes shimmering with an ethereal luminescence under the moon's soft light.

He grinds down, his trimmed pubic hair brushing against your slippery pearl, and a high-pitched keen slithered from behind your teeth.

"Tha's it, hen, take yer pleasure from me. I'm all ye need. Tha's wha' ah'm fer; To give ye what ye need, as yer best friend, aye?" he purrs.

There is no fighting him. There is no want to fight him, either.

He's all you need.

"Atta lass," his lips brush the shell of your ears as he breathes, "Ahm' all ye'll ever need."

Any words that sat on your tongue turned to ash when he began to thrust.

"Til death do us part, bonnie."

he would chain the very heavens and drag them down if you asked it of him.

[be-it-so]

My favorite headcanon about gods and the mortals is that gods never understand how fragile humans are and don't understand how deep god's touches go through mortal's skin. (or simply don't care)

Athena will make Diomedes's grip on his spear stronger pushing his fingers tighter and almost breaking his bones. She fixes his position making his stance perfect, but human's body was never able to get into position this perfect so his muscles will be tearing and his bones will be cracking just to be instantly healed. When Athena removes her hands, his body will be covered in bruises.

Odysseus will always feel burning and at the same time freezing gaze on his back while Athena watches him across the battlefield. His ears will be filled with her breath and whisper, that will ring in his head long after she ended speaking. She will help him shot an arrow, and he will feel his joints moving in the way they were never supposed to move.

When Apollo turns all the spears and arrows away from the Hector he will still feel them digging into his flash. Apollo will raise him from the dust again and again, and Hector won't be able to stand without hearing god's voice in his ears and feeling god's burning touch on his shoulders. He closes his eyes and still sees the light.

Helen will stand tall to speak up to Paris, and Aphrodite will place her hands on Helen's shoulders to remind her of goddess's presence and this flaming grip will weight as heavy as ten years of war. Aphrodite will wash Helen's face so her skin will shine brighter and eyes will haunt every man in the room, and the only thing Helen feels is her skin freezing from the coldness of Aphrodite's hands.

And those touches won't end with battle or even with war. Every time Diomedes fights he will feel his body taking the exact position Athena once made him in, his limbs will come into shape they were never meant to be in, without deforming cause Athena already fixed them, once she already designed him according to her vision. Every time Odysseus lies his words will echo in his head just like Athena's words did before, every time he uses a bow, arrow in his hands will feel like a burning torch or like an ice, and his joints and tendons will sing in a perfect copy of the song Athena made them perform inside his body on the battlefield. Every time Helen will square her shoulders to feel herself more confident she will feel burning touch on her chin pushing it up and freezing breath in her hair. She will look at her husband and shadow of tight grip on her shoulders will become shadow of sharp nails digging into her skin, holding her in place.

Even dying at Achilles's hands and falling to the ground Hector would still hear an order in his head telling him to get up and fight, his own blood running down a neck will feel like Apollo's hands forcing him back to his feet.

No mortal ever forgets a god's touch.

[hinamie]

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