#you will be met with resistence

[jontheketeld]

oops lol

[arrronia]

It’s so funny when guys want to seem tough and start to make excuses when the signs of ticklishness accidentally show up🤭

[mortiscausa]

i can't stop thinking how funny it would be if gareth's brothers did in fact recognise him and were just like 'well clearly he has his reasons so let's all be good big bros and pretend we don't know him' and then spend the next few weeks before he goes off on his quest pretending extremely badly that they have never ever met this kitchen boy before nope not at all even while other knights are looking at them and looking at gareth and going 'hmmm'

[dykedvonte]

You wanna talk about House and Benny? Let’s talk about House and Benny. Let’s talk about how House says he saw Benny as a son figure ans a rightful successor to the strip. Let’s talk about how Benny was so charmed by House’s offer that he literally killed a man to get the position to agree to it. Let’s talk about how House was intentionally priming Benny and regrets not doing better, not for the wasted time but of Benny’s wasted potential, how it was misplaced. Let’s talk about how Benny didn’t question House’s leadership until the guy started going radio silent. Let’s talk about House and Benny:

[ladychlo]

"Palestine Cinema Days" Around The World : 2024 Screenings

''Eleven gruesome months have passed since the devastating genocidal war on Gaza, and Palestinians continue to suffer from ongoing human rights abuses. Yet, international media outlets and social media platforms often distort or ignore the Palestinian narrative, further dehumanizing the population.

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[specialagentartemis]

I like the version of Odysseus’s story where he was not actually interested in marrying Helen. He showed up to Woo Helen and try to win her hand in marriage less because he actually wanted to and more because as the unmarried crown prince of Ithaca it would be an insult to Helen, Helen’s father the king of Sparta, and Helen’s future husband to publicly not care. But he knew he wouldn’t be chosen and was not trying. Vying for Helen’s hand was a diplomatic duty he was tolerating for politics.

Of course when he got to Sparta he met Helen’s cousin Penelope, fell head over heels for her, and when Helen chose Menelaus he went ohhhh nooo I’m so sad, what a loss, truly, I am being so honest about my disappointment right now, anyway now that I’m officially single hey Penelope :)

Which I think adds an underexplored element to attempt to get out of participating in the Trojan War. The thousand ships were launched not out of personal feelings of righteousness by all those Greek kings, but rather, because before Helen announced her choice of a husband, her father made all the suitors swear a sacred oath that whoever she chose, every man would accept that choice and defend her husband and restore her honor if anyone tried to kill her husband and abduct Helen for themselves. It was intended to stop Helen’s choice from immediately becoming a bloodbath, because there was a real threat that whoever she chose would immediately be killed by another jealous suitor who was rejected. But of course, Helen was not abducted by an unsuccessful suitor right then and there—she was abducted by Paris like nine years later. And Menelaus called on that oath that all the suitors made.

So you can imagine Odysseus, who never particularly wanted to marry Helen and was not trying that hard to win her hand and had no intention of abducting her to be his wife and was happy marrying Penelope and going back to Ithaca, getting called up by Menelaus, saying you swore the Suitors’ Oath! You need to go to war for me!

Odysseus who never even wanted to be a suitor in the first place, who never particularly wanted to marry Helen and did not care who she chose as her husband… I can imagine him staring at Menelaus’s messenger, going, what does this have to do with me? I never wanted to be part of all this in the first place!

[utilitycaster]

The reason why fans of Fjord are so great is that we came into the two-shot like “FUCK YES. Maybe we’ll see Sabian, finally. Maybe we’ll get more Vandran. We’re going to see the boy KICK THAT SNAKE’S ASS.” And then Travis was like “actually, Vandran isn’t here, Sabian isn’t here, and Fjord is going to be having a full-blown trauma-induced mental breakdown” and we were like “FUCK YES.” Anyway don’t talk to me unless you can enjoy characters in this way.

[aenslem]

so so normal about them

hnnnnng

screaming crying

throwing myself out of the window

[sforzesco]

Do you think Cassius haunts Caesar's line ?

yeah, the escalating paranoia about conspiracies is really revealing (especially when you reach Caligula and the Cassius Incident) but I also think Cassius and his legacy haunts any tyrant. Caesar just happened to be the guy who climbed his way to the top in a place where Cassius could do something about it

Plutarch, Brutus (trans. Scott-Kilvert)

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Hey! I love the gg rivals au, it has been rolling around in my brain for a while (<-that’s positive). I was wondering what the relationship other characters have with the ranchers / the role they have.

Thank you and have a nice rest of your day/night! :D

Hello!

Jimmy is friends with Scott and knew him when they were both children, as mentioned in this post. Despite his relationship with Scott, he doesn't really have much of a relationship with either Impulse or Gem. He's met both of them maybe once or twice in his whole life.

He had actually never met Grian until the year that he and Tango joined the resistance. He and Grian don't get along very well, mostly because Grian finds it funny to mess with him and Jimmy finds it frustrating/annoying. However, Jimmy also finds the teasing endearing in a way, and he would most likely miss it if it ever stopped. Not that he would ever admit this, though.

He and Tango supply Bigb with flour and other products for his bakery, so they are pretty good friends with him; which was actually how Grian got into contact with Bigb as well.

Tango used to be friends with Skizz and Impulse. He grew up in the capital with them and trained alongside Skizz to be a medic, but they have grown apart over the years; mostly as a result of Tango disagreeing with their choice to work in the royal army and a lack of any time to hang out with each other. He hasn't spoken to them in years, despite the opportunity to do so due to Scott's connection with them.

Tango has sensed that there was something rotten within Wintertide since he was young. A dark aura that surrounded the kingdom and the castle which only brought suffering. He fully disagreed with the war and the constant fighting and was never silent about his distaste for either. In fact, he was quite vocal about it to the point that he almost got himself in trouble several times. That was how Grian found him. He was causing a ruckus in the town square, having a very loud argument with a Wintertide solider.

Grian pulled him away from the fight and told him all about the resistance and about how well he would fit in. It was only natural that he jumped at the opportunity to help when Grian offered him a place in the resistance.

I have said in the past that the ranchers mostly only help out with supplying food and the occasional intel, but that's only really true for Jimmy, to be entirely honest. Jimmy is a bit clumsy and easily injured, so he voluntarily chooses to stay away from active fighting and missions as much as possible. For Tango it is a bit different.

He's hot headed and quick to get himself in trouble, so Grian doesn't really let him participate in most things, despite heavy protest from Tango (this will cause problems). However, if they need another person for whatever reason, or need intel from somewhere they wouldn't be able to get it otherwise without being suspicious (say, from a shopkeeper who would know and talk to Tango but not them) then Tango is their go to.

Jimmy is happy with this arrangement. Tango is not.

Scott and Tango have a bit of an odd relationship. Tango doesn't like him very much by virtue of him being a Wintertide knight, but he knows that Scott is an important person to Jimmy so he keeps his mouth shut whenever Scott comes around for Jim's sake. Scott knows Tango dislikes him, but he also tries his best to keep the peace. They mostly sit in an awkward, slightly hostile, silence around each other.

Tango used to not like Etho and was very suspicious of his intentions, but they very slowly grew close over the years and bonded over a hate for the Wintertide army and its corruption, as well as a love for creation. Tango invents as a hobby and occasionally helps Etho and Mumbo out in their workshop.

You have a wonderful day/night as well!!💚💚

[imgonnagetyoubacktv]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[cosmic-ships]

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Ship: Kylo Ren x Kaden Reese

cw: They fight but no one gets hurt.

words: 1,169 (oh damn shocked myself!)

summary: Something unexpected happens after a heated battle.

In a place where the balance of power constantly shifted, Kylo Ren, known for his strength and allegiance to his own personal causes, found himself wandering the remnants of an ancient temple. The whispers of the past echoed through the ruins, a place where the energies of the universe intertwined in a delicate dance of shadows and light.

As he moved deeper into the labyrinth of stone and secrets, he sensed a presence unlike any other. It was neither engulfed in shadow nor bathed in light but it existed somewhere in between, a perfect balance that seemed impossible.

That's when he saw them, Kaden, standing calmly amidst the ruins, their eyes closed as if listening to the silent music of the cosmos. Kylo felt a tug in his chest, an inexplicable pull towards them and he swallowed thickly. The feeling was intense and it made his heart race. Never has he felt something like this before.

"Who are you?" Kylo demanded, his voice echoing off the ancient walls. He knew but he needed confirmation.

Kylo's hand instinctively went to his side, but he did not draw his weapon. Something about Kaden's presence disarmed him, not physically but emotionally, peeling back layers of anger and conflict he had built around himself. It was off putting in a way, nothing and nobody could achieve such a thing but all this person was doing is just merely existing in his space. He hated it. He inhaled deeply.

Kaden opened their eyes, their gaze following the echoing voice to land on the man now in front of them. "A person of no importance" they replied simply, their voice calm. "And you who are you?"

"It need not matter to you" Kylo retorted, in his own way throwing their words back at them.

"I know who you are. Kylo Ren" Kaden stepped closer, their presence commanding. "So I'll ask. Why are you here?"

Kylo found himself at a loss for words but he didn't show that he was actually a little intimidated by them.

"For you" he finally said, though his conviction wavered.

"Now why would that be..?" Kaden replied, their voice echoing around them, as if the very air carried their words.

"Let me guess.. because you caught wind of a person who could find the perfect balance between dark and light?" Kaden glanced over to him and gasped softly.

"ah- I am sensing hesitation, perhaps you were here to take me by force?"

Kylo felt a shift within him, a crack in the fortress he had built around him, they could read him as easily as a book and he loathed it, never had he met someone like them. He took a step forward.

"How?" The question escaped him before he could hold it back.

"You're conflicted?" Kaden said tilting their head a little, blinking, a man teetering between light and dark as well?"

They took a step forward towards Kylo but he backed up, igniting his lightsaber.

"You're scared"

For a long moment, Kylo remained still, his thoughts clashing like waves against a rocky shore. Then, slowly, he spoke. "You know nothing of me." His voice was hardly above a whisper but it held anger, it was clear that Kaden's words had upset him.

Kaden half smirked "Well, you're not the first to try and get me" Kaden reached behind their back pulling out their own lightsaber. Their eyes never broke from the man in front of them. "Well come on" They ignited their lightsaber and it shined a vibrant purple. "Unless you've changed your mind~"

Kylo made the first move, driven by a desire to test Kaden's rumored skills and a mix of anger. His attacks were fierce, a series of slashes and thrusts that had felled many opponents. Yet Kaden was graceful and precise , their purple blade a blur as they parried and dodged with such agility. The clash of red against purple illuminated the area, a visual of light and shadow.

Kaden, understanding combat as if it were a language, began to weave a counterattack. They used the environment to their advantage, leaping from fallen stones and swirling around Kylo with movements that were as much about art as they were about defense. It was clear that Kaden wasn't just fighting; they were teaching, showing Kylo the depth of skill and understanding that true balance rewarded.

Kylo, fueled by frustration and fascination, increased the intensity of his assault. Yet, for every blow he aimed, Kaden had an answer, their lightsaber meeting his with a clash that sang of metal and might. It was a battle not just of strength but of philosophies, each strike a question, each parry an answer.

As the duel started to reach its ending, Kylo attempted a powerful overhead strike, channeling his anger and determination into a blow that could end any confrontation. Kaden, anticipating this, stepped aside at the last moment, allowing Kylo's momentum to carry him forward. With a swift, elegant motion, Kaden tapped the back of Kylo's knee with the flat of their blade, a move that spoke volumes of their control.

Kylo stumbled, caught off balance, and found himself kneeling on the ground, his lightsaber deactivated by his side, Kaden stood over him a small smirk gracing their features before they powered own their own weapon. There was a moment of silence except for the sound of both of them breathing heavily.

Kaden rounded Kylo and offered a hand to help him up. "Good attempt"

Kylo went to push Kaden's hand away by grabbing their wrist but the moment his hand made contact with them they both froze, a jolt went through them both and they both gasped in unison, eyes staring at one another. A feeling? Memories that have no yet been realized in reality? They saw a future- together? It was fast and only lasted a second.

Kaden quickly pushed Kylo's hand off their wrist and stared down at him in shock. Even though they could anticipate most things the future holds this… this was unforeseen.

Kylo stood to his feet and looked at Kaden. "What was that?" His body had chills and his heart raced in his chest. It all flashed so fast but one thing was for certain.. Kaden was there, next to him.

"You have to leave." Kaden blinked a few times, snapping out of their confused daze.

"I told you I was here for you"

"And you failed! Get out!"

"No"

Kaden snarled, taking one more long look at Kylo before bolting off into the ruins. Kylo was quick to take pursuit of them but unfortunately for him Kaden knew these ruins like the back of their hand and was easily able to evade him.

Kaden panted heavily, doubling over to catch their breath. They grabbed the spot where Kylo had touched, the feeling of his hand on them still felt fresh as if he was still there. "What was that?" They whispered to themselves. They looked back to see if they were still being followed. the fight was intense, then that touch.. those flashes.. a mix of light and laughter and anger and bloodshed.. what did it mean? Kaden had no time to ponder it, they needed a new hiding spot.

No pressure to read right away!

@dragonsmooch || @kylars-princess || @heatobrienswife || @ama-ships || @roboraindrop || @mahitoslittlebird ||

If anyone non-self-ship finds this post I kindly ask you not to interact! Sorry, its the anxiety for me.

[ahollowgrave]

Hiiii do you have any more writings or musings about None? I was in your writing tag the other night and they came up a couple times but I'm not sure if I should be picturing a miqo'te or some sort of service animal/familiar lol

Hello! That's so fair, my Odette writings do not offer a lot of description for them! They do have their own tag [HERE] although not much is in it, currently. Some of the screenshots I'm including here and the writings which you've already seen! I'm very sorry for how rambling this is but None is where a lot of alts and relationships spawn from! None is neither a miqo'te nor a service animal (though I think they'd give a huff at the title)! None is the saddest creature in the whole world, a widower, Odette's favorite lil guy, Gerry's estranged step-parent, and a Lalafell:

A Lalafell ranger who makes their living guiding people through the Shroud. These days they are 'mostly' retired. They're well past their middle age and when they were younger they made a deal with sylphs. To be fleet-footed and quick and the best hunter. It came with some side effects:

They wear a hat to cover the ears. It's a bit silly to have two sets and, frankly, None doesn't wanna talk about it. They are stoic, pragmatic, and a bit of a hermit when they can afford it. None is a widower, their late wife was an duskwight woman named Aloutte, who was a widow herself with a young child; Geraldine. None and Gerry were never close and in the wake of Aloutte's passing that distant only grew. None and Odette met at the Menphina temple she was raised at. The Sisters there offer grief counseling and when Aloutte first fell sick she made them go to make the transition easier. A child at the time, Odette was obsessed from the moment they met. A pale shadow trailing after them. Where None failed with Gerry, they bonded with Odette. After Aloutte's passing None returned to the temple to live long term, some grievers need more support than others, they and Odette spent a lot of time together. They very much fill a uncle/aunt role for Odette; a trusted advisor who isn't the adults who raised her. When Odette took her vows and started to travel it was None who traveled with her, taught her basic outdoors skills, bought her Beauty and taught her how to care for chocobos. When Odette has to leave her flock of karakul to travel it is None she calls to care for them. Also, while Aloutte's loss and the grief that follows is very important to None as a character I feel it is important to note they were the saddest creature in the whole world before they knew the warmth of Aloutte's embrace! Sometimes you're just born with a heavy heart, you know? Because of how important they are to Odette. Odile... fucking hates their guts. Oooh, she hates their guts so much!!! The feeling is mutual and Odile and None have come to blows a few times. Something they both keep from Odette; None because they don't want to make her worry, Odile because she'll use the information to drive a wedge at some point. None also features in Odette's WoL AU, they're an honorary scion and spend most of their time with the other off-screen members. They spend time with Krile and Tatatru discussing lalafell things and I like to imagine that F'lhaminn and None have a lot to talk about. This is... pretty long so I will stop here! But I hope this satisfies some curiosity about None and thank you SO MUCH for asking about them!

[steamedlotusroot]

i love how different red boy and nezha are in LMK and FRZ despite being derived from the same characters :>

[kanerallels]

AHA YOU DID PUT THE ASK GAME BACK UP

I humbly request something with Saville and Galen because my beloveds 🤲

I DID and took so long to respond to this lol. But! Since you didn't specify an AU I decided to explore a concept I came up with in the shower the other day: Valiant Cinderella au (featuring Ever After vibes, The Flight Of Swan characters, and one subtle reference to my liveblog)

I’d only taken my eyes off of Will for a second. We were in the market— he and I and Corbin, my stepbrother who hadn’t been convinced to hate me, despite my stepmother’s best efforts.

Will was family too, after a fashion. I’d found him, just a street urchin fighting dogs for food, and brought him home under the guise of a servant. Really, I’d just wanted to keep him safe, even if I couldn’t protect myself.

He was a hard worker, but too eager to rush ahead. I’d only looked away to barter for bread for a minute— one minute! And then I heard his voice shouting my name, and turned to see soldiers dragging him away.

King Eldin was supposedly a weak king, weaker than his hard-headed brother had been. He wasn’t a bad man— but he was easily manipulated, a fact that had been taken advantage of by Lord Leymonn, one of the top advisors in the castle. And Lord Leymonn had little tolerance for the parentless urchins wandering the streets. Which Will wasn’t— but clearly the soldiers didn’t know that.

Dropping my basket, I bolted towards the soldiers, ignoring Corbin shouting for me to be careful. I couldn’t let them take Will. I couldn’t.

The soldiers were shoving him into a cart as I approached, heart pounding with terror. I hated being scared, and that fueled me enough to shout, “Stop! What are you doing?”

The two soldiers paused, one still keeping a firm grasp on Will’s arm as the two of them looked at me. The older of the two, brown eyed with a beard, lifted an eyebrow at me. “Arresting this thief.”

“He is not a thief,” I protested, glaring at them. “Do you arrest all children you see because you suspect they may be thieves? He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household. Let him go.”

“Lord Leymonn has ordered that street urchins—”

“Hang your Lord Leymonn,” I spat out, and was surprised to see a look of amusement cross the older man’s face. The younger looked affronted, and was opening his mouth to respond when a third voice cut through our conversation.

“Orion, Hayden, what’s going on here?”

I turned, ready to fight— and the words shriveled up in my mouth.

Fine Coat. Sky above, it was Fine Coat— the noble who I’d met six months earlier on the road to Reggen, traveling back home with my father. Before he’d remarried a witch woman and then fallen ill, leaving me in her hands.

He wouldn’t remember me. He couldn’t. No matter how much I may have annoyed him at the time.

“Lord Verras,” the younger man said, straightening a little. “We’re arresting this street urchin. Lord Leymonn’s orders— we’re to keep the streets as free of thieves as possible, sir.”

“He’s not a thief,” I broke in, my fear for Will overwhelming my fear that Fine Coat would know who I was. “He’s a servant in my stepmother’s household, and he wouldn’t steal anything.”

“He’s a street rat,” the younger guard said.

“He’s a child,” I snapped, glaring at him. “Or is that an instant sign of guilt in the eyes of your precious Lord Leymonn?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lord Verras and the older man exchange a look that I couldn’t read. Hardening my heart against fear, I turned towards him. “He’s just a child. He hasn’t done anything, you can’t arrest him. Or have the nobles already forgotten what justice is?”

The younger guard gaped at me, as shocked by my audacity as my pounding heart was. Lord Verras regarded me, with eyes that almost seemed to look through me. I held myself straight, refusing to look away. I wouldn’t back down.

“You have such a low opinion of our royalty?” His voice was calm, curious.

“I have a low opinion of anyone who would lock up a child,” I told him, and he nodded.

“Fair enough. Release the boy.”

“But Lord Leymonn will—”

“I will deal with Leymonn,” Lord Verras said, and I didn’t miss the look the two guards exchanged. The older one nodded to his companion, who let go of Will’s arm.

He scrambled free, tumbling into my arms, and I pulled him close, trying to hide my trembling. “Thank you,” I told Lord Verras.

“You were right,” he said simply. “If the boy hasn’t done anything wrong, he deserves to go free.” He paused, frowning a little. “It’s rare to see someone around these days who’s so willing to speak up against one of the king’s advisors. Particularly among the nobility.”

I almost snorted. “I’m no noble.”

He didn’t seem surprised, just curious. “Really? You mentioned your stepmother’s household.”

Internally, I cursed. I was supposed to be a nameless servant, not the daughter that witch didn’t want. If I let anything slip about her, or her plan, Will and I were done for, to say nothing of my father. And despite our differences, it was my responsibility to protect him.

Though if it came down between him and Will, I’d hand him over in a heartbeat.

Lord Verras was still watching me with those keen eyes, waiting for an answer I didn’t know how to give. “Um. I—”

“Saville!”

Corbin was heading my way, holding the basket I’d dropped, his frown deep. For a brother who wasn’t blood, he was plenty protective, and his scowl deepened at the sight of Lord Verras. Glancing between me, him, the guards, and Will, he seemed to put together the pieces. “We should get home,” he told me. “Mother won’t be pleased if we’re out too late.”

“Saville?” Lord Verras’s voice was quizzical, and I saw a furrow appear between his brows. He’d realized something was off, or familiar, and my heart lurched.

Time to go.

Grabbing Will’s arm, I said, “Thank you for your help,” and forced myself to walk away, not run. Despite the urge to do so, twisting in my chest. It was time to get away from this nobleman and his eyes that saw far too much.

I didn’t breathe easy until there were several yards and a few turned corners between me and him, and Corbin gave me a confused look. “Who was that?”

“Someone who met me on the way here,” I told him. “Someone who could find out who I am, and destroy your mother’s plan.”

Scowling, Corbin muttered, “If only he would.” A heartbeat later, remorse smoothed away the scowl, and he shot me an apologetic look. “Sorry. I know you’re as stuck as I am.”

“At least I don’t have to marry any princess.” Breathing deeply, I glanced at Will. “Are you alright?”

Nodding, Will said, “Are we in trouble, Sir?”

Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t think so.” As long as we don’t bump into Lord Verras again. With any luck, that would be the last I saw of him.

[dinosaurwithablog]

Darth Bader looks odd to me in a Mets uniform. I like him as a Yankee. I thought that the force was strong in that one. 😊 Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I like Star Wars humor. Silly me. 😁