#holy cow I can’t deal with it

[spiralingdowwn]

I’m screaming

I’M SCREAMING

I ’ M S C R E A M I N G

#blue lock #kunigami rensuke #shidou ryusei #nagi seishiro #I seriously can not wait to watch this episode #istg #I’m so excited #I’m gonna go full feral #nagireo #the Nagireo moment is gonna kill me #the longing in his eyes😩😩😩 #holy cow I can’t deal with it #and they’re still not back together yes #I’m so excited to see the others too #this is gonna be a good end to the season #but then I’m like what will I do with myself #my Saturdays will be lame again

[thatoneluckybee]

School Bus Graveyard Episode 61 Thoughts

Okay thoughts time cause HU!HG?!?Q>?

The logo was altered!! Not by much but I love the detail that some falling rubble was covering the edges of the logo at the beginning of the episode.

Ben holding/protecting Tyler under the (table? desk?) is everything to me. Ben Clark is a golden retriever in all the best ways. I am dealing with the after effects of the Ben Fever we all got a few weeks ago.

Same goes for Taylor protecting Ashlyn! It’s so cute and Taylor has been coming in CLUTCH lately. I’m so excited for this development with her after Tyler’s injury. I just hope she’s able to target her (rightful) anger at the right people and not at the rest of the group. (Also ASHLYN CRYING BABY NO)

“Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?” Aiden, no, we do not, put your eyes back in please. (Also—I LOVE the shading and dramatic effects on this panel.)

Okay, the parents are DEFINITELY being affected by the rift and Phantom Dimension. Mike was dizzy when the kids all came back!! And I love how responsible both of Ashlyn’s parents (as well as everyone else so far) are being—Immediately jumping in to help when it sounds like someone is in trouble. I just hope this serves as a wake-up call for Aiden’s mom and dad.

We’ve seen Ashlyn scared before but… holy cow I don’t think she’s been pictured as this terrified before. And rightfully so! I want to give her a hug and a chocolate milk. Also, I adore how Logan immediately noticed and rushed to help. He’s really grown in his emotional maturity over the series and I’m loving the payoff.

Yes, honey, you are becoming phantoms. Is this confirmation of the theory? I’ll take it as confirmation of the theory.

…The parallels between the earlier panel of Tyler “waking up” vs Aiden now is…. oh my. And the altered text was DEEPLY disturbing. But I had to try not to laugh at imagining what he sounds like right now. Probably like he’s a 40 year old man who’s smoked a six-pack ev’ry night since way back when.

LILY BABY NooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and Aiden IMMEDIATELY being concerned about Ashlyn is everything. In all honestly the ship concerned me at the beginning but I am ALL ABOARD and ready to set sail now. They both have grown so much and while it would have been iffy at the start it’s becoming a really sweet and wholesome relationship, regardless of whether it stays platonic or divulges into romance.

The flashbacks were INSANE. But also, let’s take a moment seeing these to appreciate HOW MUCH THE ART HAS IMPROVED!!! Supersupersuper proud of Red and her entire team. This was like a short montage of the growth and I love that so much. Also…. could this potentially count as an “oh” moment for Ashlyn?? And the immediate jump afterwards to Aiden’s maybe-dead-maybe-not body was such incredibly timed and perfected formatted whiplash!!!!!

Ashlyn initiating the contact was huge for her. We know she isn’t a fan of touchy-feely stuff or close contact so this is big. I thing there was a “some people are worth being uncomfortable for” comic with the BTW and TBH creature that sums up my thoughts on this? But yeah, I loved this. She’s growing more comfortable AND this was entirely respectful of her boundaries while also allowing her to push past her comfort zone? Amazing.

”So this is what it feels like” uhhhhhhhh I need a seperate ramble post for this cause I don’t want to trigger tag this one and have it filtered but I have… a lot to say. Very relatable and makes me appreciate these characters more. I love how this whole short scene was pulled off though. Definitely a lot of emotions for this one, I had to pause for a moment to process.

“I don’t like how much she’s shaking” MY HEART

Aaaaand THANK YOU RED FOR ANOTHER AMAZING EPISODE!!! I’ve got so many longer thoughts and theories and ideas and rambels and AUGHHHHHHH I can’t fit them all!!!

#school bus graveyard #sbg #rambles #logan fields #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #ashden #aidlyn

[qarl-grimes]

Little Secrets: Three (Final)(Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader)

A/N: absolutely shooketh at the feedback i’ve gotten to part one and two of this little story. i can’t thank you all enough. alicent may be a little ooc, but for the sake of this story, she is. here’s part three!

Synopsis: She’s his sisters handmaiden, Highborn, but not high enough. He’s a Prince of the House of the Dragon, destined to marry someone of higher birth than her. This, them, can be their secret for just a little bit longer.

Warnings: 18+.

For the purpose of this story, the Readers House has been entirely made up by me. In the ASOIAF books, highborn handmaidens sometimes also serve as handmaidens and companions to noble ladies in the household of their overlords or at the royal court. It is important to note that the Readers House is fairly low.

Reader will be female, but her physical appearance will not be described.

I have tagged that who wanted to be! :)

@moonmaiden1996 @ateliefloresdaprimavera @snixx2088 @alexameliamg @wasntpriscilla @demure-doll @m1ndbrand @tea-effect @novazoldyck @thesadvampire @hangrymama @holy-minseok @highexpectationsgurl​ 

Parts One and Two here.

Your palms are sweating.

It’s to be expected, really, with the way the Queen is looking at you. There is not surprise on her expression, no, but a cold fury that curls into disappointment when she turns sharply to face her second youngest son. 

‘I had hoped this dalliance would have ended by now, Aemond’.

You breathe in sharply and look to the floor. She knew, then. For all your sneaking and pleased little smiles at evading the Queen, she had known all along. 

‘I will marry her, mother’. You look at him, chest fluttering at the determination set into Aemond’s tone. ‘With your and fathers permission or not, Y/N will become a Targaryen and, in turn, Princess. We will flee to Dragonstone on Vhagar and return only where this a babe-’

‘Aemond!’ The Queen snaps, finally, her hands flying to her forehead in frustration. She glowers at her son. ‘Your father will fade soon enough. Your brother is a menace to the Red Keep. Not to mention the issues with the Driftmark Throne. Do you not think this family has enough to deal with?’ She hisses. 

Aemond opens his mouth to speak again, not even slightly cowed by his mother. You, of course, speak when you are not supposed to. ‘I will be loyal to your son, your grace,’ you begin, voice cracking just slightly. You swallow and hold her gaze when she turns to you, brown eyes impatient. ‘I may be from a minor House, but I will be as good a wife as any to your son. Better, even. I love him’. You mouth lifts. ‘And not a childish love. A true love. I would die for him, and he for me. In such times,’ you add carefully. ‘Is such loyalty so easy to come by?’

The Queen stares at you for a very long moment, her lips pursed and her breaths short. With a sharp sigh, she waves Aemond’s way. ‘Leave. I need to think’. You go to leave, whereas Aemond reminds unwavering. ‘I will call you with my decision, Aemond. Go’.

You look at Aemond as you turn and, judging from the smirk on his face, you guess that you look white as a sheet. You had stood up to members of the Kings Guard, but it was the Queen who made you sweat with fear. Ser Criston allows you leave, pulling the door aside for you.

‘Seven Hells,’ you breathe, once in the safety of the corridor. 

Aemond’s hands finds your forearm, and he turns you to face him. His lilac eye glints. ‘Yes,’ he muses. ‘Mother can be quite a force. Aegon all but cries when she unleashed her terror on him’.

You scoff at the image, before tugging Aemond toward the archway, where the Queen’s private courtyard opens. It is a small garden, barely larger than the room you had just been in, but it was quiet. ‘She does not seem as if she will agree, Aemond’. You sigh. ‘It looks as if a visit to the Free Cities is imminent’.

Aemond scoffs, hands sliding up your arms to rest on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. ‘She will agree,’ he murmurs, intense in his own way.

You frown. ‘That was your mother being agreeable?’

‘No,’ Aemond speak softly. ‘That was my mother realising that she has lost’.

Exciting twists inside of you, but you narrow your gaze all the same. ‘You’re sure?’ Aemond nods with a smirk. ‘Thank the Seven. I think watching my throw up the entire ride to Essos would have put you off the idea of marrying me at all’.

Aemond smirks. ‘You seemed well enough last night’.

You open your mouth to reply, but suddenly realise the position the two of you are in. Anyone could walk past, including Helaena. You wanted to inform the girl yourself, not have her find Aemond all but caressing your face-

‘Prince Aemond, Lady Y/N’.

You wrench yourself away from Aemond out of habit, finding Ser Criston standing beneath the archway of the courtyard. ‘The Queen is ready to see you’. The Knight looks from you to Aemond, the man he had all but trained to be a fine fighter, and his mouth lifts just slightly. ‘Come’.

The Queen faces you when you enter, her expression pinched and her gaze watchful. She speaks only to Aemond, and her voice is anything but joyous. ‘You will marry, Aemond. I have no doubt that you give me little choice. I will not have a handmaiden sully your sisters honour with her own lack of-’

Aemond pulls you back just slightly, his lips lifting into a slight snarl. ‘Careful, mother’.

You bristle but fight down the need to defend yourself. You had given yourself to Aemond fully, but always with the intention of making him your only. Who was the Queen to condemn you for that? Well, you suppose. She is the Queen.

‘I love Helaena,’ you say, despite yourself. ‘I would never want to sully her honour, your grace’.

The Queen turns to you. Jaw clenched; she dips her head. ‘I have no doubt that is true, but that does not deny the danger you put yours and her honour into. Who do you think the courts would believe, should your honour come into question?’

Aemond straightens up. ‘Do you believe me the kind of man who would not defend her honour, mother, since I am the one who took it?’

‘Aemond!’ you snap, wide eyed and warm with embarrassment. ‘Seven Hells, must you?’

Aemond’s glances sulkily at you with his one eye. ‘I apologise, my love’.

The Queen watches you with a queer expression. ‘Leave us, Aemond,’ she says suddenly, turning sharply toward a small table stacked with goblets. ‘Seven Hells, Aemond, leave us for a few minutes, would you?’ she snaps, when her son makes no movement.

Relenting, he casts you a glance and slinks from the room, Ser Criston pulling the door closed behind him.

‘I never thought my son would want to marry, Lady Y/N,’ the Queen begins, handing you a half full goblet of red wine. You sip it the moment it is in your hand, desperate for something to numb your nerves. You swallow and nod.

‘I can understand why, you grace. Prince Aemond prefers the company of swords to most, I am aware’. The joke falls flat, and the Queen considers you over the goblets she twirls between her fingers.

‘Hmm,’ she hums. ‘But you are sharp, aren’t you?’

You snort before you can quite stop yourself, sobering to say, ‘Apologies, you grace. Aemond has said the same in jest before’. You look at her, willing her to speak, but the silence stretches. ‘I understand that I am lowborn, Queen Alicent. My House is small and meaningless, and my Lord father offers little in bannermen and coin. But I was not lying before – I will be loyal to Aemond. I will bare his children and I will love him. I won’t let anyone hurt him’.

The Queen smirks, and you understand where Aemond gets the look from. ‘When he was born, I swore the same, as I swear when all of my children were born’.

You think of Aemond’s long scar, the skin puckered and sitting where his other lilac eye should be. You have never known him without the scar. ‘Were we women permitted to pick her weapons, your grace, I would be quite tempted to return the sentiment to Aemond’s nephews’.

She looks as if, for a split moment, she might smile. ‘That is a treasonous statement, Lady Y/N’.

‘It is the truth,’ you return simply.

She dismisses you soon after, and you all but deflate into Aemond’s arms on the other side of the door. ‘Congratulations are in order, my Prince,’ Ser Criston remarks, but to Aemond’s amusement. Aemond scoffs and leads you away, his chin dipped to look at you.

‘Well?’

‘We will marry,’ you breathe, mouth stretching into a grin as you look up at him. ‘We will marry, Aemond. I must tell Helaena before word breaks, of course-’

‘I have not wanted to tell you this, for fear of you smacking me as you often do when I lie to you, but I believe that my sister is very much aware of us, Y/N’. Your grin turns to a gape, and Aemond smirks. ‘She is smart, my sister, you know this’.

‘I-I know that! But how-’

Aemond kisses you soundly, his smirk solid against your mouth, and laugh into the kiss, palm smacking lightly on his back until he pulls away from you. ‘We will marry,’ you grin. 

‘We will marry,’ Aemond agrees, a smile a little less lethal and a little more content gracing his sharp features. 

#qarls talking shit #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #prince aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #hotd #hotd fic

[poseidonsdaughterthesiren]

The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Five

Chiron dismisses everyone to their cabins for the night. Piper looks like a hostage as she follows the Aphrodite cabin. 

Soon it is just Della and Jason. Della glances up at Jason whose eyes are examining her. 

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks. “You were pretty out of it earlier.”

Della smiles at him. “Yeah, I’m alright. I see I wasn’t far off with the Hercules bit…”

Jason laughs and runs a hand through her hair. Gods his laugh was a rich melody similar to the sea on a summer’s day. “Yeah, I suppose so…I guess that's what makes you Ariel?” 

Della lets loose a cackle. “I’m surprised that made its way through the amnesia.”

Jason scratches the back of his head but his smile gets bigger. 

“But I’ll let that nickname slide,” she giggles. 

“And I’ll let Hercules slide,” Jason says. He holds a hand out to her. 

“Deal,” They say in unison. Holy sea cows his eyes are spectacular. 

Someone clears their throat in the distance. Annabeth stands with her arms across her chest and just a hint of a smirk across her features. 

“Coming Beth!” she calls. She glances at Jason one more time. “Sorry, girl's night especially now that I’m leaving.”

“I get it,” he says, “have a good night.” 

“You too Wonder Boy.” Della smiles and rushes off toward Annabeth.

Annabeth reaches a hand out to Della. The girls make their way towards the cabins. They reach Cabin Three and make their way inside. Della plops down on her bed and buries herself in her blankets. She lets out a content sigh. 

Annabeth settles herself in Percy’s bunk across from her.  She nestles in Percy’s blankets and takes a deep breath in. “So…how’re you feeling?” Annabeth asks. 

“I told you I’m fine.” Della sighs. “I’m more worried about you.” 

“I didn’t have a vision and almost die today.”

“Beth–”

“No, don’t even. Del, you slipped out of my grasp and smacked your head–and then Will said if he didn’t catch you, you might’ve actually drowned, you were so out of it.” 

“I know–”

“And then,” Annabeth sucks in a breath, “and then if that weren’t enough, you said you could see Percy…what’d you mean by that?” 

Della stills in her bed. What did she mean by that? “I don’t–I don’t really know. I don’t know if it was real or all in my head.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“It felt so real Beth, I could see him Riptide in hand and he was running, running by what looked like a freeway. Then–then…”

Annabeth seems to ponder her words for a moment. “Then what?”

“I-I had a “dream” of sorts. It started as a memory. A memory of the summer before Percy and I came to camp. Then Hera showed up–”

“Hera?” 

“Yeah, she told me to “free her” again.” Della thinks about telling her that Hera revealed she took Percy. No, she won’t take that well. Besides she’s probably already put that together. 

“Hmmm…and you’re sure you saw Percy?” Annabeth looks over at her. Concern glimmers in her eyes. 

“I don’t know. I think so, but how is that possible?” Della feels tears prick her eyes. 

Annabeth slips out of Percy’s bed and dips into Della’s and wraps her arms around her. 

This is usually Percy’s job before they go on a quest. But Percy isn’t here to comfort her this time. 

And just like that, Della can’t hold it in anymore and just sobs into Annabeth. She sobs for her missing brother. Sobs that she has to do this damned quest. Her first quest without Percy anywhere near her. She sobs because she’s terrified to do it by herself. And to make matters worse these three demigods will depend on her knowledge to survive. 

“We’ll find him Del,” Annabeth whispers, “We have to.” 

Della sniffles and begins to drift off to a (hopefully) nightmare-free sleep. 

⬳

Voices and images swish around Della. 

“Now, now guys. That’s what we’re here for. Welcome Percy, Della. Percy, you can have that spot on the floor over here, and Della you can take that corner.”

Luke? Gods, Della nearly forgot what he sounded like back then. He was handsome back then in her twelve-year-old mind. She’s whisked away from Luke. 

“Not bad Heroes,” called Annabeth. She removed her Yankee’s cap and became visible again. 

“Were you here the whole time?” asked Percy. His voice was so squeaky back then. Still sassy but squeaky. 

“You were here the whole time and didn’t help us?” Past Della said. Disbelief is laced in her tone. 

“Yes,” Beth said like it should be obvious. 

Ah, yes the moments before Dad claimed them, moments before their lives changed forever. 

Annabeth shoved them both into the lake. Her and Percy’s shouts are inaudible, but the symbol of Poseidon was clear. 

Then Della is thrown forward once again. 

“Peter and Danny Johson are here!” Mr. D? 

Della warps once again. 

“You shall be betrayed by one that calls you call friend,” Percy said, “The reason Clarisse is still here is because you never said anything to Chiron about her, did you?” 

Della’s eyes widened in shock. It was Luke. Luke had stolen the masterbolt. “Luke….” 

A ringing overtakes her senses. It’s a dream, Della, wake up. Della–

“You shall serve as their guide Daughter of Poseidon. Beware Eros’s sting for it might just be your undoing.” Hera…

The ringing fades away and is replaced with squawks. Seagulls. Della moves a hand to feel damp sand. She’s drifting in the ocean. 

Where the hell is she? She sits up and glances around she’s–she’s at their cabin again. 

“Hey,” says an all too familiar voice, “Hey, are you alright?” A sandy-haired boy emerges from the cabin. He rushes toward her. 

“Percy?” she groans. 

“Do I–I know you?” He tries to hide his bewilderment. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m your–Della. My name is Della. We knew each other.” She tries to hold in the tears that he doesn’t recognize her. 

“Della?” He rubs his chin for a moment, “I feel like I should know that name…do you know an Annabeth?” 

He remembers–he remembers Annabeth? Now Della really tries not to cry. “Ummm…” 

“Never mind,” he says. He clicks his pen revealing Riptide. “We gotta move.” Percy holds a hand out to her she reaches for it but her hand doesn’t actually make contact. 

“Okay…that’s weird…are you like a ghost or something?” Percy says. 

“Last time I checked, no. If I’m dead that’s news to me,” she quips back. 

Della?!? Del, you need to wake up!

“Annabeth…” Della whispers. 

“Annabeth, you know–”

Della’s vision spins until darkness takes over, and just like that Percy and the beach house are gone. 

⬳

“Della! Wake up!” 

Della sits up her hands grip at the blankets around her. Someone is screaming. Who’s screaming? Oh…oh it’s her, she’s screaming. Della slaps a hand over her mouth. 

Silence spills in the cabin. 

Annabeth is right next to her. Her eyes were wide and her chest heaving. “Was it–”

“No, it wasn’t my usual nightmare. What happened?” Della croaks. Her eyes are super dry and gross. She’s been crying…weird.

“You were talking in your sleep,” Annabeth says. 

Okay, at least that’s normal. Percy drools in his sleep, and Della talks in hers. 

“I woke up and you were thrashing around. Then…” 

“Then?”

“You called out for Luke.” 

Luke? Oh right, she was being thrown around like a ragdoll in her dream. 

“It was a dream or a memory, I don’t know. It was when Percy and I realized that he stole the bolt.” 

Annabeth nods, “Then you started crying and called out for Percy.”

Della nods. Should she tell Annabeth that she saw Percy for real? Well, maybe real, like she was in his vicinity and talked to him. Was that real? Regardless, he doesn’t remember Della but he remembers Beth. No, she’ll wait to see if this is a recurring thing or not. 

“Are you sure you’re okay to go on this quest?” Annabeth asks. She places a hand on Della’s shoulder. 

“I don’t have a choice,” Della sighs. She rubs at her crusty eyes. “The prophecy called for me to be the guide.” 

Annabeth doesn’t say anything. She sighs. “You should get ready, it’s early, but you should pack and make sure you have everything.” Annabeth rises out of Della’s bunk. “Beth–”

“I also, need to get moving. Don’t worry I won’t leave until you do,” she calls. She’s at the door now. “See you in a bit.” With that, she exits and closes the door behind her. 

Della sighs and rubs a hand down her face. What did Hera mean by “Beware Eros sting, it may just be your undoing?” What does the assistant to Aphrodite have anything to do with this damn quest? 

 She slips out of her sweat-stained covers. The cold floors meet her bare feet. Luckily, her shark slippers are right by her bunk. She slips her feet into the plush shoes and walks to her little dresser. Her backpack leans against it. She packs three days' worth of clothes, some leftover ambrosia, and an extra pair of sneakers (after Santa Monica she can never be too careful). 

She pulls on a pair of light-washed Levi’s and a Little Mermaid crewneck. She swaps her slippers for her navy blue Converse and pulls on her tan Carhartt jacket. Della makes sure to pin her duck pin on her jacket. Backpack in hand she steps towards the door and pauses in the doorframe. She looks around the cabin, gods she hopes she survives this quest. She has to see her brother for real again. 

The cool morning air hits Della’s face. She takes a deep breath in. Annabeth makes her way to Cabin Six. Weird she’d left a while ago. 

Two Cabins down, a door opens. It’s Jason he looks over and sees her. He gives a little wave and walks towards her. 

Della meets him halfway. “Morning Wonder Boy.” She shoots him a half smile. 

“Morning Mermaid,” he says. He looks her up and down. “Even got the sweater and everything,” Jason laughs, “You ready?” 

“No but it could be worse,” she jokes. 

“How–” His words are cut off by a metallic screech. 

The mechanical dragon they’d been trying to capture the last few days. It hovers above the cabins. The most startling bit, Leo. Leo sits atop it with a maniac’s smile. 

“Leo?” calls Piper. She emerges with the rest of her cabin. 

Older campers rush out of their cabins. The Apollo cabin has their arrows nocked pointing straight at the dragon. Some of the Aries Cabin have their swords and spears out. 

Della unpins her duck brooch. She taps the beak and unleashes Leda, her double-ended sword, which like Jason’s weapon can be a sword or a spear. Though her weapon is not nearly as grand as Jason’s. It is an artifact of the hero Theseus. She calls it Leda because the duck head on the hilt reminds her of the legend of Leda and Swan. 

Surprise paints Jason’s features at how her brooch just turned into a sword. Interesting coming from the guy who flips a coin and it is either a sword or projectile weapon. 

“It’s cool don’t shoot,” Leo shouts. 

The warriors back away, keeping their swords or spears at the ready. Hesitantly, the Apollo Cabin lowers their bows. Half the camp runs out in a mixture of pajamas and armor. Others hide behind the doors and windows of their cabins. No one is too anxious to get too close. 

Della lowers her Water Bird just a tad. 

“It’s beautiful,” Piper mutters. Everyone stares at her like she’s nuts. Della does agree with Piper but she’s still weary of it. She’s seen some of the creature's damage around camp. 

The dragon rears its head and shoots a column of fire into the sky. Della jumps a bit and once again points Leda at it. She’s not alone. Other campers were on high alert again. 

Leo calmly slides off the dragon’s back. He holds his hands up like he was surrendering, except he still had that crazy grin on his face. 

“People of Earth, I come in peace!” he shouts. 

He looks like he spent the night rolling in the remains of the campfire. His army coat and face are smeared in soot. His hands were grease-stained, and he now wears a toolbelt around his waist. His eyes are bloodshot, his curly hair resembles porcupine quills. And–and he smells strongly of Tobasco sauce. 

But he looks absolutely delighted, “Festus is saying hello.”

“Stand down,” Jason says behind her. He shakes his head in amazement. “Leo, what have you done?” 

“Found a ride! You said I could come if I found a ride. Well, I found a class-A flying bad boy!” Leo grins even wider. 

Nyssa and Annabeth appear out of the crowd. Nyssa stares up at it in awe. 

“It–it has wings.” Her jaw looks like it might drop off her face. 

“Yeah! I found them and reattached them.” 

“But it never had wings. Where did you find them?” 

Leo hesitates, “In the woods.” 

Della taps Leda’s beak again. She pins him back in place. That was not the whole story. He continues talking before anyone can question it. 

“Repaired his circuits, too, mostly, so no more going haywire.”

“Mostly?” Nyssa asks. 

The dragon’s head twitches. It lurches to one side, and a stream of black liquid, maybe oil–pours out of his ear, all over Leo. 

“Just a few kinks to work out.” 

“How did you survive? I mean, the fire breath…”

“I’m quick and lucky. Now am I on this quest or not?” 

Jason still in shock, scratches the back of his head. “You named him Festus? You know in Latin that means ‘happy’?” 

“Mmm, kind of cute actually,” Della admits. 

“You want us to ride on the back of Happy the Dragon?” 

The dragon twitches and shudders and flaps its wings. 

“That’s a yes bro!” Leo exclaims. “Now I suggest we get going guys. I already picked up some supplies in the–um woods. And the welcoming committee is making Festus nervous.” 

Jason frowns. “But we haven’t planned anything yet. We can’t just–” 

“Go,” says Annabeth. She doesn’t look nervous. Not a bit. Her smile is sad, wistful. She, like Della, is thinking about old times. 

“Yeah,” Della says, “This is certainly a good omen. Besides we’ve only got three days until the solstice. Let’s go.” 

Jason smiles at her, Piper, and Leo. “You ready partners?” 

“Absolutely,” Della smiles, “We’re burning daylight Wonder Boy.” 

Piper’s smile falters at the nickname. 

“Della,” Annabeth calls. She wraps her arms around her and whispers, “Good luck, be safe.” 

“You too,” Della whispers back. She lets go and heads toward the others. 

Jason, Piper, and Leo were all abroad Festus. Jason extends a hand out to her,

“Time to trade those gills for wings Jackson.”

#heroes of olympus #oc character #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #percy jackson #percyjacksonxsister!reader #jason grace x jackson!reader #jason grace x reader #fanfic

[pianostrings]

Rebel Moon Part Two: The Scargiver Spoilers!!

- I AM HURT

- Really liked the camaraderie moments between the team, particularly with Tarak and Titus, and with Milius. I feel like there could have been more. Tarak was definitely carrying those moments.

- Nemesis my love!!! I was not expecting to be so emotionally affected by her backstory and performance! The parts with that little Aryan kid were so cute 🥺

- There were so many shots of them harvesting the grain lol. They really got their worth planting that field of wheat.

- But also they really could have dropped the grain talk at some point. I don’t think that dreadnought really needed it... They could have just sacked one of the other planets they recently visited if they needed food? Or stopped by one of the other planets on the way back to the Motherworld? This wouldn’t have bothered me at all if they didn’t keep bringing it up

- The five days deadline really felt like it could at least have been two weeks or something. They really needed more than a few days to teach the villagers how to fight.

- Some of the dialogue was a bit stilted. Like. “Remember when I told you all these things from the first movie, well, here they are again in case the viewer hasn’t seen part one?”

- Sam and Aris. Heart eyes motherfuxker!!!

- Kora’s tragic backstory!!! I knew it was a let’s stab Caesar situation but I was really hoping it wouldn’t be Kora involved in actually killing anyone. Issa 🥺

- “I forgive you.” “Don’t” 🫠

- The hurt on Kora’s face when Balisarius and the senators are screaming at her. AND I just worked out why they made a big deal about her being an offworlder. Balisarius needed the assassin to be an offworlder to continue invading other worlds

- Ok but why was there a live orchestra at the assassination… shouldn’t they want fewer people present as possible?

- I don’t know why I didn’t realise Jimmy was short for James 😭 But when Kora kept calling him James, it was giving parent calling child by their full name vibes

- Gunnar and Kora ❤️💔

- I’m getting vibes from Cassius and Noble… like gay vibes. Cassius feels a little too devoted to him?

- Noble not falling for Aris’s charade at all lol

- I didn’t get the Noble doing an Olivia Colman accent in the first movie but it’s really obvious here.

- Those woven blankies Sam made for everyone were so cute

- Everyone in that village was indistinguishable from each other. I really felt nothing when those peeps were getting shot down

- I did breathe a sigh of a relief when Sindri oop I meant Hagen Sindri got bonestaffed in part I was shown to be OK though. Can’t shoot the old guy.

- Den just got yeeted off a ship after an admirable admiral-killing attempt 😂 RIP. No back-up love interest for Kora.

- That last hour of action was so flipping good

- Jimmy’s entrance & stare down moment 😏😘

- The moment between Kora & the Kali when it’s eyes opened.

- I didn’t mean to laugh when Gunnar went sliding past Kora when the ship was tilting but I kinda did lol

- Also when Noble said “fucking farmers” I was like lol are they allowed to swear in this cut. I swear that was the only swear word.

- Kora killing Noble again was so satisfying

- “Why can’t I have this one thing?” Nooooo how dare you 😭😭😭

- (Someone should wellness check the Michiel Huisman blogs btw)

- Devra rocking up. Yes girl thank you 🙏🏻

- Gunnar’s burning heart flag at the funeral. It hurts.

- Kora owning up to her identity and Titus just being like, yeah.

- That reveal was. Holy cow. Does that mean Balisarius is keeping Issa in a room somewhere? 🫠🫠 Is her life force being used like the Kali??

- The soundtrack. Phenomenal. 10/10. No notes.

- I need the extended cuts

- I NEED PART THREE!!!!!

- And yes, I know we probably aren’t getting it but please Netflix 🙏🏻

- (Have I mentioned I am hurt??)

#rebel moon #rebel moon the scargiver #rebel moon spoilers

[yami-yomiel]

Redrew that one Joel image from .. a long time ago.

Including a whole extensive story i did while working on this mid wip. Warning- it’s long as BALLS and i don’t recommend reading it on a phone /hj

I mean he’s distracted - by theory you can just grab what you need and dip.

He HAS been missing some socks

Mostly pairs

But thats just a ‘rumor’ so to sayyy. I mean , SURE he’s dealing with demons everyday so im sure a few missing socks wouldnt be a huge deal- Not if he sees you at least. he’s probably getting off the phone , he can’t leave all that stuff laying around ya know 😏

Although him catching you is .. a little unlikey imagine if he did. Joel to me is the type to scream like a girl sorry - and that would probably give you enough time to run back under his dresser [twirls hair]

BUTTTTTT there’s also the chance of him just grabbing you. And he might be a little .. rough with it~ not trying to kill you but you get a little winded. Perhaps the fear and shock in your eyes is mutual - but you don’t know that because you’re trying to comprehend the fact you’ve been caught. Imagine his surprise when he finds out you’re a human - or a least a sentient creature thats not a mouse or a rat. You think he’d feel guilty for scaring you half to death. I don’t think Joel would be mad about the whole ‘I’ve been living in your walls for a while ‘ thing - he would be weirded out though YES. But maybe he warms up to it. Like think about it like a sort of symbiotic (is that the term?) relationship - you help me and i help you sorta deal. I’d beleive he sorta.. forgets to put you down and sorta fidgets with you. The fact you’re so small and YET alive and lived for this long is fascinating to him. Sure he has an interest in the dead -i mean he has an ouija board and all - but the living also interests him.

Semi related but i feel like he’d be a biology nerd - and knowing that small things are more fragile he’d probably take that into account when handling you - assuming Joel would anyways. Maybe he gently pressed a finger into your ribs feeling your heartbeat, and that sets a glimmer in his eyes. Your own heart is almost the same size as his finger nail - holy cow. But it frightens him. Shoot, one wrong move and you’d be a little splatter on the ground. And right now he doesn’t want anyone else around him suffering anymore;

To call back to another headcanon i made - I said he likes to imagine himself as a borrower - or at least a small tiny guy. So seeing you would be like a childhood dream come true. He chews his lip trying not to ask incredibly personal and difficult questions. ‘have you ever been caught before?’ ‘Have you fallen from a high place before’ ‘How did you learn about borrowing, did someone teach you or was it sort of like an instinct’ Those sorts of questions. I don’t think they’d be easy ones to answer given your skill level (if you can measure it anyways). If Joel thought about it for two seconds he’d probably ask about what you took from him. Not in a rude way but more so what you did with them , what did you use those socks for? You know while this is all going on he’s poking and prodding at you - probably not in an invasive way (you can always tell him to stop) but right now you’re in awe. You’ve heard so many stories about humans being big and scary and wanting to harm your species but .. for someone whose just been caught by one - you seem to be alright. Even if you’re going though a very extensive look over or whatever.

Joel is probably internally freaking out at this whole thing. I mean he’d always wanted to BE a small person, but seeing one right in front of you is a different story. His look of wonder turns into a silly grin as he scooped you up, . You know noted how oddly soft his hands were, given all the equipment you saw him use you’d think they’d be a little textured, but nope, they were quite plushy. Ahem anyways. He scoops you up and plops you right onto his desk. It seemed to be neat, a laptop and some recording supplies , quite minimal. Joel at down right infront of you, given his look it still seems like he’s in awe over the whole thing, you can tell he’s holding back from bouncing or pacing around but he’s gotta keep his composure. You’d try doing the same but, him leaning forward and getting a full few of his face made you squeak. “Sorry , I’m just.. I’ve never seen someone like you before - ya know?’ He said. His voice was deep, so deep in fact it vibrated in your bones and brain.

Hot Dog.

You nodded but really you’re trying to shake off the warmth that spread from your face and down your back, causing goosebumps.

[It’s now 11:09 i need to go to BED]

#ghosttrickanon #ak mystifying oracle #Joel Hayes #mystifying oracle #giant/tiny #g/t art #sfw g/t #g/t community #g/t related #g/t #Ibispaint #lasso tool #illustration

[livewildlivefree]

Desolate Paradise July/August Update

Hey another monthly update, but it isn’t a good one...

You see I’ve been dealing with a lot bad luck during these last few months trying to tackle my life issues, it’s like a roller coaster that I can’t get off of.

Like holy cow, it’s never ending...

Anyways during the beginning of July, I’ve been working really hard on finishing Kane’s character reference and making a lot of headway through the first half.  

Of course just when stuff is going well, my unlucky streak has to ruin it yet again.

Around the middle end of July, this happened...

Yeah... 

Basically my body kinda gave out on me. Nothing seriously wrong, but I had a horrible pinch nerve that stopped me from continuing on with Kane’s bio or even getting any drawing content out. The best way I can explain it, I couldn’t sit down or even stand for long to do anything.

It sucked because I was hoping to finish him in July, but I was able to finish at least this much.

The whole half end of July I was forced to be bedridden and rest a lot to heal my poor back and hips.

I was really annoyed because I was hoping to get him out of the way by the end of the July deadline I set for myself. Sometimes it makes me feel like I’m a failure and disappointing you guy’s with more delays. On the positive side I do see the massive progression I’ve made in 2023 compared to the last four years since I’ve started. I feel that I’m getting closer to my biggest goal for the Desolate Paradise project.

I’m just rolling with the punches with the bad luck in my life and it won’t be discouraging me anytime soon.

Now with that out of the way.

I can thankfully say that in the beginning of August I was able to finally finish Kane’s character bio!

Yay! Whoopee for me!

Meaning that I’ll be taking a break from writing for a while and turn my focus on making drawings and overall content for this blog for the next couple of month’s. I’m quite excited to start drawing the many ideas I have and using the new tools I’ve been experimenting with...

So stay tuned!

Now what will be going on in the future?

Well I can’t really say at the moment, due to what I’ve experienced in the last few month’s. A lot of stuff is going on in my life and important stuff that needs to be addressed before anything.

Which is stressful for me but I know it needs to be done.

All I can really say is that I’ll be drawing for the time being as promised but the pace might be slow and having longer pauses.

Once I get these stressful things out the way, hopefully things will get back to normal again.

 I’m sorry about this guy’s, but sometimes I can’t control the curves that life throws at me. I’m doing my best to my abilities to keep going through these rough patches to accomplish my goals.

Just give me time...

Thank you for listening and have a good day!

#Creator Talks #motorcity #MotorcityXWolf rain #wolf rain #blog update #life update #comic #julie kane #mike chilton #Chuck #my gifs #Don't Steal #don't repost #reblog is appreciated #july/august months update #the burners #see you all later..... #credits to Titmouse for Motorcity #credits to Keiko Nobumoto for Wolf Rain #desolate paradise #desolate paradise blog #desolate paradise Au #my fanmade au

[afreakingdork]

I feel like I’m being a little risky sending this so I hope you won’t hold it against me- I just noticed a lot of parallels in what was going on and could not get it out of my head without mentioning it and seeing what your thoughts were.

I kinda feel like the rut chapter was bad for everyone involved in it. Everyone’s autonomy and free will gets taken away at some point. Reader (obviously the most out front) has to deal with Donnie forcing himself on them. Repeatedly. But reader also took away SHELLDONs autonomy as well, overrided all the safe guards and basically turned out all his lights upstairs so to speak. And Don clearly had protocols in place to protect everyone, they got overrided, and I can’t help but think even in his feral state of “wanting” to mate, he can’t give his consent to it either. He wanted the POP protection before he went under. He didn’t think reader would completely shut down the system.

It’s one giant cluster of everyone messing up at some point that makes it feel so real, and also gives me hope that their relationship can learn from it. It was a really hard chapter to get through, but I feel like it hit the nail on the head on everything I’d “want” to be addressed, whether intentionally or in the background.

Misplaced trust (that reader wouldn’t override the system) and too much trust(that don wasn’t completely spaced out) and silent trust(in one another despite that), if that makes sense.

🦝, not so fearless this time.

My dear racoon, can I tell you how proud I am? You've come so far in so many ways! It's an honor to have you message me. Always. You truly have become so fearless. Yeah.... I'm just so damn proud.

That said, let's DOUBLE IT UP BECAUSE HOLY COW!!!!

When I tell you that you are on the right track, I am not exaggerating one bit. While I don't talk about this specifically, on Monday there'll be the outline drop for this chapter and I really pour my heart out because the chapter had to be the way it was. Actually specifically, I have multiple upcoming chapters that will explore this topic in more depth AND expect the next rut to be something special all its own because of it.

Ah, truly. What a pleasure. Thank you so much for reaching out. You did amazing! ✨

#ask

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: “The Houses of Healing”

And now, the “comfort” segment of our hurt/comfort story, because Tolkien just Gets Me.

Oh, oh, Merry, my poor boi. I remember that his nightmarish walk through the City made me so mad when I was a kid. Poor thing just helped to slay the Witch King and here he is, passing out on someone’s doorstep.

PIPPIN!! AAAAAHHH! Boy am I glad to see you!

“It’s not always a misfortune being overlooked.” Yeah, no kidding…

Just thinking of the Witch King makes Merry swoon again. Holy cow. The thing is dead, and yet just the thought of it is still so powerful. 😨

“Are you going to bury me?” Aaaaahhhh Merry nooo 😭😭😭

BERGIL!! BERGIL I LOVE YOU! Bergil help a hobbit out!

Pippin holding Merry’s hands and letting him sleep in his lap. I am soft, but my heart hurts.

Gandalf restates exactly what I’ve been saying all along. If either Merry or Pippin hadn’t joined the Fellowship…well, the world might still have been saved, but there would have been far more grievous casualties in the meantime.

It’s interesting that those who are wounded by Ringwraiths in any way tend to sleep-talk. Frodo did it after his wound at Weathertop, and now Faramir, Eowyn, and Merry are doing it too.

Hey hey, it’s Ioreth! I’ve heard about this lady. I’ve been told she’s hilarious.

“The hands of a king are the hands of a healer.” FOOOOORESHADOWINGGGG!

It’s good of Aragorn to show his humility and political savvy by not riding into Minas Tirith as a conquering king—at least, not without having the support of its people first. But it’s nice that he has Eomer and Imrahil to back him up.

“Not a beggar. Say a captain of the Rangers, who are unused to cities and houses of stone.” And that is why I think Aragorn as king would be prone to hecking off into the wilderness on regular occasion.

It’s nice how lovingly Theoden’s funeral bed is described. Makes this part seem all the more like a historical epic…and also shows a great deal of love and respect for a good man and a great king.

I love the budding friendship that’s happening between Eomer and Imrahil here!

Imrahil: “Dude, your sister isn’t dead. You didn’t know that?” Eomer: “0.0 She’s ALIVE?? I gotta go see her—” Imrahil: “Hang on a sec bro I’ll go with you”

In which Aragorn gets a DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!!

I love how they stand around negotiating who’s in change before moving forward. This is why Imrahil is important in the books, so that Gondor isn’t without a leader while Faramir is convalescing.

Gandalf to Aragorn like “dude there are people to save here, and also it would be a great political move for you to heal some people and fulfill the old prophecies, so crack at it bro”

“And there at the door were two guards in the livery of the Citadel: one tall, but the other scarce the height of a boy; and when he saw them he cried aloud in surprise and joy.” EYYYYY PIPPINNNNNNNN

Imrahil like “dude isn’t it rude to talk to a king like he’s your bro?” And Aragorn like “nah man it’s cool, he’s my homie”

Eomer looking out for Aragorn. Such a good bro.

I love the hilarious annoyance of all the various people coming to Aragorn like “ah yes, athelas, we know all about it and here’s some useless information but no we do not have any” and finally Gandalf just snaps and voices everyone’s collective frustration with “THEN IN THE NAME OF THE KING, GO FIND SOME OLD MAN OF LESS LORE AND MORE WISDOM WHO KEEPS SOME IN HIS HOUSE!!”

BERGILLLLL

“Then looking at Faramir [Bergil] burst into tears.” Aww bby noooo don’t cryyyy 😭😭😭

Aragorn smiling at Bergil!! And telling him he did a good job and he can stay and watch!! I just! Aaahh! Good Dad Aragorn!

Faramir wakes up and immediately knows Aragorn!! And calls him his king!! DUUUUUUUDE!

“And [Aragorn] left the chamber with Gandalf and Imrahil, but Beregond and his son remained behind, unable to contain their joy.” Dude this is so cute 🥹😭💚 I can’t wait to draw this ahahaha—

Dude why are y’all standing around Eowyn’s bed talking instead of healing her

Eomer is learning a lot of things about his sister today

Aragorn pointing out that Eowyn loves her brother the most 🥺

EOMER IS THE ONE TO CALL EOWYN BACK FROM THE DARKNESS!!! AAAAAHHHH!!

Eowyn wakes up and immediately starts talking about battle again to the point that Gandalf has to tell her “yo sis chill out for a bit”, LOL

“But to hope? I do not know.” Oh, Eowyn, hon… 😭

Merry!! Poor Merry!

I love Tolkien doing his best to describe the scent of athelas each time. “You don’t get it, guys, this plant smells AMAZING, I have to emphasize again how good this frickin’ plant smells bro”

“I am hungry. What is the time?” YAAAAAAAAYYYY ROFLOLOL 🤣🤣

CLASSIC HOBBITS

This is why Tolkien put Merry last of the three. He’s the punch line. Everyone else has these beautiful speeches when they wake up and the second Merry’s eyes pop open he’s like “ey yo you got snacks?”

Aragorn roasting Ioreth AND the Herbmaster AND Merry all in the same breath is PEAK

And then he leaves after giving Merry a thorough verbal thrashing and then acting all sweet and Pippin’s like “DUDE. D**K. He’s the worst. Your bag is right here, stupid.” 🤣🤣🤣

Friendship goals: if you can’t call your friends “my dear ass” then what are you even doing

Merry getting all poetic and then going “LOL where did that come from??”

And at the end of it all, Aragorn still goes and sleeps in his tent, even as the people of the City are whispering that the King has returned. Good stuff.

#meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #bergil #gandalf #ioreth #aragorn #theoden #king theoden #eomer #eomer of rohan #imrahil #faramir #eowyn #eowyn of rohan #beregond #mention of: #frodo baggins #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #assorted thoughts #there are a hecking TON of characters in this chapter what the heck

[beatrice-otter]

Signal boost: "Be more democratic, be more autocratic, OTW" by chestnut_pod

Holy cow, you guys, go read chestnut_pod's amazing meta about democracy, infrastructure, the OTW, and anti-racism, it is incredibly insightful and is making points that are really important about the OTW's internal structure and how it works against any change (even changes everyone agrees are good and right and necessary). chestnut_pod has a ton of practical experience in organizing community groups, and it shows. For some background: the entire OTW was started by Astolat and her friends. They were (and are) a group of very competent and dedicated people, and that's awesome! but none of them had experience with managing large groups of people, or organizing groups at a large scale, and holy cow it showed. When AO3 started growing beyond what their small cadre could reasonably handle, things started getting dicey behind the scenes. None of the policies and procedures scaled up very well, they didn't listen to people outside their own sphere, there was huge burnout among volutneers, incredible lack of transparency, and a whole host of other problems. This led to major conflict over elections in 2011 and 2015 (the 2015 election was pretty wild), the latter of which ended with the entire existing board flouncing in a huff which allowed a whole new cadre to come in, and many of that completely-new-board had experience with large nonprofits. Things have been better since. But, and this is the crucial bit, there was no restructuring of the organization. The people running those structures knew way more about how to competently administer large organizations than the previous group had. But the structures were still the same ones that had been fine back when AO3 was tiny and just getting started, but really need to be updated and modernized. And that's never happened! There is no transparency, there is almost no accountability, and if Astolat-and-company didn't foresee something as being a potential problem back in 2008 there's no way of making sure it gets handled unless it is some volunteer's pet project and something they can do by themselves with minimal support. chestnut_pod does a great job of laying out why this is a problem, why it's getting in the way of anti-racism initiatives and everything else the OTW wants to do, and what could be done about it. Here are some of my favorite bits:

(when dealing with large groups of people) It is impossible to have really free and fair elections without proper representative structures. Those representative structures will sometimes mean that the people you elect are going to make decisions in the moment that you don't like. But those same structures will ensure that, when the next election rolls around, there is something you can do about that. In the absence of representative democracy and structures that channel a large base into smaller, more nimble, but inherently rotating, core of decision-makers and buck-stoppers, "direct democracy" ends up just looking like an equally small group of decision-makers undemocratically decided upon via inertia, a group who can't be easily ousted, but who also can't make decisions quickly when called for. The worst of both worlds! It is my impression that this is absolutely what happened within the OTW wrt the 2020 statement. (For what it's worth, I think it has happened in the past with things like "podfic streaming" and "dealing with certain spam works" -- it's just that those were far less consequential problems and so didn't gain this much traction or attention when the OTW failed to quickly and adequately address them.) Again, credit where it is due: the OTW has a very complicated job which they never really expected to grow to this scale. It was founded by a small group of people who all knew each other and had similar positions on most matters. It was the late naughts. All of this is true, and also, it's now 2023, the AO3 specifically is enormous, and the world has changed! It is simply not workable any longer to have some committee chairs who are not elected and have no term limits, no easy onboarding for new volunteers, and no clear hierarchy between the Board and the committees and between the committees themselves. ... In short, each of the broken-down problems begs a certain number of questions, the answers to which we do not know, because the OTW has either not seen fit to try to answer them, or has never shared their answers broadly. This is a major problem either way, and I think it is the first thing that needs to happen, because having accurate knowledge is the first step to solving any problem, much less one as complex and multifaceted as the multiple facets of racism as they appear in OTW spaces. Having a good grasp on what the problems really are, whom they most affect, and how, is fundamental to enacting solutions that actually help, and, at the very least, proceeding with the knowledge of how these solutions are incomplete and imperfect, as they inevitably will be. ... I think where the OTW has fallen down most is in not making that space to hear and listen. A lot of the solutions people propose out there in the wide Internet -- most notably anything about new mandatory tags of in-fic content moderation -- get shot down immediately as impossible. As I argued in the previous section, I don't think we actually know what is or isn't possible, because the OTW has done a terrible job telling us clearly what the impediments are to a variety of proposed fixes. Moreover, the discussion around those suggestions easily becomes acrimonious. Moderation isn't a dirty word; it's vital to having constructive conversations. Just like how having representative structure makes a space more democratic, moderation makes speaking out more democratic, because in an unmoderated space, the loudest voices drown out the rest.

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[stygicniron]

@kallistcs || [cont.]

If Apollo had holy cows then Hades had... hella cows? How had Nico not known before now that Hades had hella cows?

Well, it’s something that Nico’s definitely not going to forget now, standing stock still in the middle of a field surrounded by giant black cows. They don’t eat people, right? He distantly remembers some of the animals kept at the Triple G Farm that ate people. Or maybe these breathe fire? Nico thinks he remembers some of the horses that pull his father’s chariot breathing fire. Gods above and below, why do these things always seem to happen to him? He can’t help but feel like someone must be playing a trick on him, or maybe it’s just the Fates having some more fun with his life at his expense.

That goes to show the risks of shadow traveling without napping, he considers vaguely, hands in front of his face as he tries to ward away the slowly approaching animals. Nico had just hoped he could swing by the Underworld quickly after doing several other jumps, only to end up here rather than the House of Hades itself. And then he fell unconscious, or as he sometimes called it, forced nap time, in order to recover some energy. He’s pretty sure the cows weren’t there before he fell asleep, but he can’t fully be sure. There’s probably some other life lesson in all of this, but Nico hasn’t had the time to figure it out.

The sound of non-cow movement draws Nico’s ears and he calls out for help, unable to see much around him besides very large cow, and he holds his place as the voice draws closer. Most animals don’t like him, Cerberus and the hellhound Mrs. O’Leary being the exception, and maybe he’s lucky enough that hella cows would also fall into that exception, but Nico has rotten luck. So all in all, he would rather not start a stampede.

“I wasn’t trying to be here,” he answers the voice, fingers dropping slowly down to curl around the bottom of his jacket rather than move how he shouldn’t. “I was trying to get to the House,” he explains weakly.

An uncertainly beat passes as he looks down to stare the large hooves for a moment, definitely not the most reassuring thing to look at but it isn’t an intentional glance either. He swallows. “I don’t know how to deal with animals?” he says uncertainly. Blinking, he finally sees the way open up and the figure standing in the path. “Oh, hello, Adonis.”

#kallistcs #hella cows #☠ ▌ ｏｆ ａｐｏｌｌｏ ( toa. ) #i love this thread already!!

[theneonsanctuary]

Dust and Hoofbeats

Chapter 1: Cowboy Planet

Summary: Your name is Frank Lee.

When you are thirty-six years old, an angel appears. It touches down on the rock in the center of the oasis pond, awash in blue flames, and beckons you to it.

Life is complicated on Cowboy Planet.

Content Warnings: Parental death mentioned in backstory. Heights. Dehydration in the desert. Guns.

Your name is Frank Lee.

When you are thirty-six years old, an angel appears. It touches down on the rock in the center of the oasis pond, awash in blue flames, and beckons you to it.

"...Nah," you say, and turn your mule around.

You don't put as much distance behind you as you would like. You're driving cattle. Only two of them, but they're tired, and you know better than to push multimillion dollar cows to exhaustion. You ride for three hours, and then make camp in the limited shade of a towering rock face.

When the angel appears again, you are ready. Remembering what your father taught you about how to act around these creatures, you remove your hat. The angel approves of this, you think. You can't read its face. It is unlike any face you have ever seen before.

"The Glow Has Need Of You," the angel says, an apparition looming half the height of the red rocks and casting no shadow.

"These cows have need of me," you say, clutching your hat in your hands—and clutching, behind that hat, the pistol your father passed down to you. It can't really kill angels, but Pa believed it could, and magically speaking that counts for something.

"Worry Not About The Cows, For I Will—" says the angel, and you fire the pistol through your hat.

"Ow, Holy Fuck," says the angel, and you swing up into your saddle, shouting for the cows to move. Your mule and faithful companion, Finger, wastes no time herding and nipping and braying at them to speed things up. Finger does not like angels either. The cows bellow and groan their protests, but soon enough you are a small cavalcade thundering out the other side of the canyon, and across the plains.

"I Was Saying That I Would Look After The Cows," you do not hear the angel say, as it clutches the hole in its middle with many hands. "Why Do They All Do That Here? Ugh."

"Why didn't you just take him?" asks the shadow of a passing bird.

"I Told You, Mother, We Must Let The Mortals Wrap Up Their Unfinished Business First. This Is His."

The shadows grow long, and they whisper to you. You do not look at them.

God loses patience.

"FRANK!" screams a burning bush as you race by. "I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU! SLOW DOWN!"

You do not pause.

Your hat is gone, and you are too warm. You drive the cattle hard and the mule harder, knowing that one more stop is inevitable, and any extra lag might spell death for the little herd. If the angel catches you, the animals will be on their own.

In your haste, you have become careless. Finger is not careless. She slams on the brakes and turns to block the cows from going any further. You look down, and feel sick. You are staring down a 400-foot drop. The same one that took your father from you when he was too warm and too tired and in too much of a hurry to be careful. Horses are more trusting than mules. A horse will trust you right over the edge.

After Pa died, you and the other cowboys petitioned to erect a fence or a marker or anything at all to stop other people from going over, but Jack Lawless, who owns the land, refused. Said it'd ruin his view.

You are still looking down. You quell the fury and the fear rising in your chest like you've done a thousand times before. You mime doffing your hat to the memory of your father like you've done hundreds of times before. You thank Finger. Now you move on. Out of Jack Lawless's territory, into Joe Liberty's.

At the next oasis, you slide off the mule and drop to your knees, crawling deliriously to the water's edge. You didn't get to fill your canteen in the last pond, and you forego it now, thrusting your hands directly into the water. Roots spread from your fingertips, slaking your thirst much faster than drinking ever could.

It was dangerous and stupid to push things this far, but you have a job to do. You don't give a damn about the man paying you for that job, and it's looking like money might soon be the least of your worries, but you're not leaving these animals to wander and starve. Not here. Not in the Dead Lands. No one should die here.

"Aren't you tired, Frank?" says your reflection.

"AHHH!" you reply.

You stagger to your feet, and twine long vines around a large rock, hefting it up and slamming it down into the water. The cows make noises of approval as the spray comes down.

You take several steps back from the water and sit, shaking. Waiting. The orange grass at the oases is nutritionally balanced for horses and mules, and you left Finger's feedbag behind in your rush. You can't leave until everybody's eaten and drank their fill, or you'll be killing them to save them. The oases dotted across the planet are just barely close enough to keep you and the animals going—this is the last one on the route. Extra rest stops would be a waste of money, of course.

(And green grass would be an eyesore. The orange blends in better with the red sands, so the picturesque landscape is not interrupted by safe harbors you could actually see from a distance without knowing exactly where to look.)

The angel does not appear. Your reflection does not rise out of the water. Nothing happens at all. Less than an hour later, you're on the move again, driving the cattle a little more conservatively for this last leg of the journey. Getting to the final oasis was the really vital part. Finger could probably find her way back to town from this side of it, and the cows would follow. She's made this run so many times that you barely use her reins anymore. But Finger has two eyes, and you need at least four watching out for danger in the Dead Lands. Hence why most ranchers send out more than one cowboy on jobs. But Joe Liberty prioritizes cost savings over survival.

Joe's priorities are also why these cows would be no help to Finger at all. Beauty and size are more important than survival instincts to ranchers here. Keeping them alive is your problem.

Movement catches your eye in the sky above you, and you glance up just in case it's a new divine problem. It's not. It's just an atmospheric advertisement. They play every four hours on Cowboy Planet. This one's new. You recognize Joe Liberty's grinning face right away.

"Introducing Liberty Bucks, the best darn payment system this side of Mariner Valley! Worth five times more than universal dollars at Liberty owned enterprises! Get paid in Liberty Bucks today! Liberty Bucks are now a mandatory form of payment from Liberty owned enterprises."

You sigh heavily, but you will deal with this later. One problem at a time.

Your last three hours as a cowboy are relatively uneventful. You pass a few other herds and riders, in the far distance, hazy across the plains. Joseph Liberty's ranch is a ways past town, and he doesn't blink when you ride up nearly a full two days before he was expecting you. He always expects the quickest service for the cheapest price.

"Fast," is all he says as he stands. He barely looks at his 7 million dollar rush delivery. "Any problems?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle," you say, scratching the side of Finger's neck.

"Hm," says Joe Liberty. He hands you a bag of coins. Normally you would count them, because Joe likes to play tricks on tired cowboys, and Pa taught you not to trust rich men playing pioneer. But then Joe says, "Think you dropped your hat. That gal by the gate has it. Friend of yours?"

You turn. There is a person standing at the front gate, dressed in the traditional gear of a horse courier. There is no steed in sight. She is staring at you with piercing blue eyes, and holding your hat in one hand. There is a hole through the crown.

"No," you say, and sigh, and turn your mule around. "But I reckon she's here for me."

#tns: dust and hoofbeats #writeblr #science fiction #cowboys #original fiction

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #274

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re building one of the most well-off of Zeus’ consorts, Europa! She avoided getting turned into a cow, getting immolated, getting turned into a constellation, turning into a bear and a constellation, and getting thrown into the ocean in a locked box. You really dodged a whole armory of bullets, and came out of the ordeal with a sick giant, ox, and javelin.

If you want to get jiggy with a god, the best way to do that is to be a bard, and a Creation Bard can send out your bull and Talos at the same time. Then we’ll pop over to Storm Sorcerer for a little electricity.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Consort... 2!

Race and Background

In FGO’s history, Europa was a Human who then became a god later. This is... a little weird. I don’t think we’ve had to deal with that yet, Since you’re a little less holy souly than the usual demigods and regular gods, I think we’ll make you a Kalashtar. This gives you advantage on all wisdom saves thanks to your Dual Mind. We’ll be dumping that later, but just because Europa’s spacey doesn’t mean she’s easy to debuff. You also have the Mental Discipline to resist psychic damage. If you’re gonna sleep with a guy who can vaporize humans with his true form, you’ve got to be ready to have your mind blown. You’re also Severed from Dreams, meaning you can’t have spells cast on you that require you to actually dream- you’ll be spending that time chatting up Zeus instead. Finally, your Mind Link lets you talk telepathically with any creature you can see within 10′ per level, and you can give them the ability to talk back for up to an hour as an action. You like riding on Talos’ shoulders, so it’s important you two have a way to communicate without it blowing your eardrums out.

Europa is, unsurprisingly, a Noble. That’s proficiency in History and Persuasion.

We’re also getting another infusion of klironomia! In a perfect world we could use Keranos’ bonuses with Heliod’s ruleset, but we’ll make due with what we have. For Heliod’s Piety bonuses, you earn points by punishing fugitives (check), exacting vengeance against those who wronged you, and defending cities (double check). Also building temples, but the whole of Olympus is kinda one big temple already, so... eh? You lose points by breaking oaths (check), violating laws (check), and putting others at risk due to your “cowardice” (double check). With 3+ points, you can cast Bless once a day for free, giving up to 3 creatures a d4 to add to their attacks and saves for up to a minute.At 10+, you can cast Daylight once a day. 25+ gives you advantage against being blinded and resistance to fire damage. The man throws a flashbang every time he enters a room, you’ve got to get used to that. At 50+ piety you can increase your Strength or Wisdom by 2. We don’t use either of those, but it’s still nice to have.

Ability Scores

Number 1 is Charisma. You fucked Zeus and didn’t die. I don’t know what you said to Hera, but god damn it must have been persuasive. After that is Dexterity. You don’t really wear armor. After that, Constitution. You like riding on Talos’ shoulder, and the air’s gotta be thin up there, right? Your Strength isn’t that bad either. We don’t use it here, but you’ve got enough core strength to stay on a rampaging bull all the time. That means we’re making your Intelligence pretty low, and dumping Wisdom. You’re nice, but like, worryingly spacey.

Class Levels

Bard 1: I desperately hope you had a chance to live your life before Zeus came into the picture, so we’re starting with Bard. This gives you a better hit die as well as proficiency in dexterity and charisma saves and any three skills you want. Pick Athletics to stay on your mount later, Religion to understand your paramour better, and Animal Handling to keep that bull calm outside of the times you need it to gore people. You can hand out Bardic Inspiration Charisma Modifier times per long rest, giving an ally a d6 they can add to their attack, save, or check in the next minute. You also learn some Spells that use your Charisma to cast. We’ll pick up actual invincibility later, but for now use Blade Ward to protect yourself from melee attacks. It’ll be a while until we get true lightning, but for now use Thunderclap and Thunderwave to stay on brand. You can use Bane to weaken your foes’ resolve, forcing them to subtract a d4 from their attacks and checks if they fail a wisdom save. Once we get your bull, you can use Heroism and Faerie Fire to empower it. The former gives extra HP and immunity to being frightened, and the latter gives it advantage on attacks against creatures it hits.

Bard 2: At second level you become a Jack of All Trades, adding half your proficiency to anything you’re not already proficient in. Maybe that’s why you’re so calm. You also get a Song of Rest, adding a d6 to any healing your party does over a short rest. You’re the mom friend, of course you brought snacks. Your Magical Inspiration means your inspiration dice can also be added to spell damage or healing. I don’t think Zeus needs help, but you can give it anyway. You can also Identify magical effects now. Zeus has a bad habit of shapeshifting, so it’s a good idea to make sure you know where he is at all times.

Bard 3: At third level you get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus. Bump up Persuasion to not die later and Athletics to win every mechanical bull competition ever. You can also create a Note of Potential with your Inspiration, giving it extra effects depending on how it’s used. As an ability check the roller gets to roll the die twice. on an attack roll creatures near it need to make a constitution save or they’ll take thunder damage. On a saving throw they gain temporary HP equal to the amount rolled plus your charisma modifier. You can put on a Performance of Creation, creating a nonmagical item that is medium or smaller. You can do this once a day, and both the cost and size will go up as we level. This isn’t Talos yet, but I promise we’re getting there. Giant death robots aren’t built in a day. Unless you’re Zeus, I guess. Sorry, bad example. You can also use Calm Emotions to prevent fights or suppress an effect charming or frightening a creature. You’re pretty unflappable. Having debuff resists that don’t go away over time does that to a person.

Bard 4: At fourth level you get your first Ability Score Improvement. Bump up your Charisma for stronger spells and more inspiration per day. Speaking of, Friends will gobsmack people with how cool your bull is (he’s coming, I swear) that you’ll get advantage on all charisma checks against them. You can also call down Zeus’ lightning and/or Talos’ big ol’ hands to Shatter obstacles, forcing a constituiton save on all creatures in an area and dealing thunder damage to them, with inorganic creatures having disadvantage on the save. Nonmagical items also take damage, because it turns out chairs are not immune to giant robot fists.

Bard 5: You know what is immune to giant robot fists though? Leomund’s Tiny Hut. It creates a dome around you and up to 9 other creatures, and they are the only things who can pass though it. Spells can’t be cast through the dome, and you can’t leave it without ending the spell. The one problem is it only fits medium creatures, so Talos and the Bull will have to wait outside. In non-magical news, your inspiration grows to a d8, and you become a Font of Inspiration. That means you regain inspiration on short rests as well as long ones.

Bard 6: Okay, thanks for sticking with us, we can finally put on an Animating Performance to turn a larger or smaller item into a Dancing Item. You command it with your bonus action, but you can hand out inspiration at the same time. You can do this once a day or by spending a 3rd level spell slot. This bull only last an hour at a time, but that should be plenty, right? You can also give your bull and the rest of the party a Motivational Speech for advantage on wisdom saves, temporary HP, and hitting them grants them advantage on their next attack against whatever was dumb enough to do that.

Bard 7: Seventh level bards get fourth level spells. I promise we’ll get a more physical form for Talos in a bit, but for now Phantasmal Killer is a good replacement. As long as you’re fighting someone with a deep-seated fear of giant robots. So as long as you fight people who’ve played through Olympus, you’ll be good.

Bard 8: At eighth level, bump up your Constituiton with the Chef feat. This also gives you full proficiency with cook’s utensils so you can prepare the greatest dishes in all of Greece. You can also give your party members an additional 1d8 hp over short rests. Is that enough to make your song of rest scale well? Probably not. Also, once a long rest, you can create a couple treats to hand out to party members. They last for 8 hours, and if someone uses a bonus action to eat one they get temporary HP equal to your proficiency bonus. We’re also hopping back a bit to pick up Heat Metal. Talos can get a bit... heated sometimes.

Bard 9: Ninth level bards get fifth level spells like Animate Objects. You can still only make a large robot with Performance of Creation (and it probably costs more than 180 gold), but if you have a huge one lying around this build’s just about done! Cast it, make a giant robot, have said robot slap the shit out of everything. Plus, your Song of Rest hits a d8 now! That’s 2d8 extra healing per rest!

sorcerer 1: oki, bopping over to sorcerer doesn’t net you any new skills, but you do get new spells. sort of. check your phb to see how your spell slots work now, but you start over with level one spells here. grab up lightning lure, shocking grasp, and witch bolt to electrify the competition, as well as mage armor to not die, sword burst for a neat lil bit of bull horns, and prestidigitation. tbf we kinda ran out of cantrips we wanted. you’ve got 7 now, that should be enough. Thanks to your Tempestuous Magic, you can spend your bonus action to fly up to 10′ after or before casting a spell. It’s not technically something you can do, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t a cool way to hop on your bull.

sorcerer 2: second level sorcerers are a font of magic, giving you sorcery points equal to your sorcerer level. right now that means you get one whole extra 1st level slot. oooooo so generous. it’ll get better in a bit. for now use shield to beef up your armor even more! it’s kinda like the tiny hut, but it’s only for a round and it only covers most of ya.

sorcerer 3: third level sorcerers get metamagic to customize zeusy’s gifts more! you can twin a spell that targets one creature, or transmute an elemental spell to a different damage type! it’s a shame bigby’s hand doesn’t work for that, otherwise we’d be able to heat talos up proper. oh yeah, we’re getting bigby’s hand in a bit, sorry for the spoilers. for now pick up dragon’s breath to shoot out all sorts of energy types as an action, or you can give it to another creature. talos can probably spit fire, and if that bull is supposed to represent zeus it better launch a lightning bolt or two.

bard 10: tenth level bards get a d10 or inspiration, plus some magical secrets! you can pick up two spells from any spell list. bigby’s hand is already on the bard list, but it’s great when you want to summon a giant hand. it can punch, grab, crush, and even block you from attacks! we also get some of zeus’ lightning bolts. it’s like a fireball, but stretched out. and now it’s yours! also u get the light cantrip. everything that’s cool lights up in anime! on top of all that, your next round of expertise boosts your religion and animal handling skills to superhuman levels! it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, a +10 on a roll is always good.

bard 11: eleventh level bards get sixth level spells. we don’t want those. grab legend lore for a little poetry from your daughters in law whenever you want to find out what a legendary thing is. it’s usually a lil cryptic, but if you’re spending a fifth level spell on it it better be useful. it’ll also help you keep track of all your grandkids, you have a lot.

Bard 12: use this asi to bump up your charisma, maxing it out for the best spells and inspiration.

Bard 13: At thirteenth level, your song of rest becomes a d10, and you can use a seventh level spell like Forcecage. You usually call in Talos for more violent uses, but I’m sure he can hold someone gentle like hamburger if you ask nicely.

Bard 14: Fourteenth level bards get our last bonus from your college. You can create huge items with a Performance of Creation, and thanks to your Creative Crescendo you can also create up to 4 other Small or smaller items at the same time. You’re also no longer limited by an item’s value, so plan “Magic a Giant Robot Out of Thin Air” is a go! You also get two more Magical Secrets. If you want a less jury-rigged Talos, just use Summon Construct. You got a ninth level slot now, so you can create a truly frightening fiery golem, albeit a medium-sized one. You’ve also hung around Zeus enough to pick up a Divine Word or two, dealing a devastating variety of status effects on creatures near you depending on their current HP level.

Sorcerer 4: Use your last ASI to finally bring up your Dexterity for a higher AC. If you’re seriously thinking about riding your bull into battle, you’ll need all the help you can get. You pick up another cantrip we don’t care for and the spell Enlarge/Reduce. Sadly you can’t keep this and your Talos up at the same time, but if you figure out a way to do it a Gargantuan robot on your side would be amazing.

Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get Magical Guidance from their magic source, letting you spend a sorcery point to re-roll a failed skill check once. You also learn to get carried a bit in your old age, getting palmed by Talos before he Thunder Steps you somewhere else, all while stomping on whatever was surrounding you.

Sorcerer 6: Our final level grants you the Heart of the Storm- every time you cast a spell that deals lightning or thunder damage, one of those types novas around you, dealing 3 points of either kind of damage to all creatures you choose within 10′ of you. Of course the bull is electrified, it’s Zeus’. Also, you resist lightning and thunder damage now. On top of that, you’re now a Storm Guide, letting you control weather in your immediate vicinity. Stopping the rain around you is probably a good idea- don’t want any of your friends rusting, after all. We’ve only got one spell left, so pick up Haste to double a creature’s speed, give them a bonus to their AC and dex save, and an extra action (with caveats). If you drop concentration they have to take a turn off to recoup, but that’s what happens when you overclock machinery. That being said a bull that can run at 80′ per round is pretty impressive, so hold onto that.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You come equipped with a lot of friends, and even more if you’re willing to make smaller Taloses. With the action economy on your side, there’s no way you can lose!

You also have a ton of flexibility, with spells that deal damage and tons of ways to boost your allies, you can strategize to have a lot of impact in a fight. Plus, quite a few of your spells and features are either very open-ended or come with several different ways to use them, making you a sort of swiss-army caster.

Bards are good at skills. You have expertise in four skills, half proficiency in the rest, and you can re-roll a failed check if you’re desperate.

Cons:

A lot of your spells assume your friends are humanoid, which is roughin several situations. The tiny hut can’t hold the bull, getting thunderstepped, again, leaves the bull behind. On a similar note...

A lot of your spells are thunder AoE spells, which are really bad for constructs. Like the ones you keep summoning. It’s not the best feeling.

Mixing classes means you miss out on ninth level spells. I don’t think any particularly fit this character but still, ninth level spells are very powerful.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D #DND 5e #Europa #Bard #Sorcerer

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SAM MY LOVE I MISSED YOU SO MUCHHHHH!!!!😭 it felt so weird not being able to talk to you😭 how are you my love?!? How was your break?!?

AHHHH SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON BESTIE!!!

And you’re right we really are so similar that I honestly did not take it in a bad way! If anything I always appreciate your insight! Exams were hell but like it’s whatever at this point lol I have one last round of midterms in two weeks before my finals so I will be ✨suppressing✨ my feelings on that until I’m done bahaha BUT OMG I QUESTION MY FRIENDS CHOICES TOO BAHAHA I have had a history girl…. It’s a lot for sure for another day lol AND OMG SAM HOT PROFESSOR 😵‍💫 he’s sooooo omg I could cry bc he’s so hot and I seriously always spiral in class lol he puts effort in his fits but like still does not look exaggerated anyways idk if I mentioned before but HES A BIKER!!! And he’s so sweet and he always ends class with “see ya later gang” like 😭 THE DILF VIBES THAT HE EMITTS ARE CRAZY😭

Yeah I can totally agree with obsessions and the TOLL that it is lol like I feel so bad for my parents that they wasted so much money on me shopping at hot topic 😭 anyways still was fun though lol I definitely wish I had that energy again bc I simply cannot keep up anymore lol

Bestie I read part 3 and IT WAS SO GOOD !! SO MANY THOUGHTS HONESTLY oh and I read the sun kissed extra!!! So many thoughts!!! I will try to get my main points and reactions bc I feel like I wrote already too much lol

I LITERALLY WAS SO EXCITED FOR SUN KISSED EXTRA!!! I voted for that one and was surprised that it wasn’t voted on too much :( BUT IT WAS DIFFICULT TO CHOOSE BC I LOVE ALL OF THEM! Anyways I MISSED THEM SO MUCH I LITERALLY LOVE THAT STORY SOLEY BC WHERE IM FROM THE BEACH IS A BIG DEAL! Anyways I can’t believe they are moving together and Harry literally transferred to her district 😭😭😭 CRYYYYYYYY I HOPE WE CAN GET MORE OF THEM!

NOW PART 3 WAS SOOOO GOOD!!! You know I love when Harry gets jealous and possessive😵‍💫 and omg TELL ME WHY I HAVE A KYLE IN KY LIFE BAHAHAH but Kyle was so cute and honestly kinda loved he stood up for the MC and essentially was ready to go to war for her🥰 bahah anyways THEY ARE OFFICIAL NOW WHICH IS SO CUTE!!! I LOVE THEM QND IM LIVING THEOUGH THEM RN!!! I have a Kyle and all I need is a Harry 😩

Missed you so much Sam! Thank you for constantly putting out such lovely content❤️-💜

HIIIIII I've missed you SOOOOO much. I hope your exams went well, I'm sure you aced them! That seems so crazy you have midterms and you're already thinking about finals! I feel like the semester just started! I knew you were busy all week but by Friday I literally was like "Ughhh where is she!?" My break was good! Very boring, nothing to really chat about. I finished a book last week and I'm about half way through this one--it's very good. I actually think YOU would like the book I finished because I did not hahahahahahahaha don't get me wrong it was VERY well written and I did like it, but it was so stressful and not what I usually read. The Lost Girls of Willowbrook. Very creepy in my opinion.

ANYWAY.

YOU DID MENTION HE WAS A BIKER BUT I ALWAYS APPRECIATE THE REMINDER. We love a well-dressed DILF. I'm so glad you're able to learn in that environment. I would be a stuttering mess and would probs do something embarrassing like tell him I loved him or write our names together in a notebook. Did you see the pics of Harry at Manchester soccer game? He looked very DILF-y too🤤😍 I was spiraling myself.

HOT TOPIC I'M SCREAMING. I got my Edward shirt from Hot Topic and I wore it every night to bed like a a LUNATIC. (Now much more appropriately, I wear my Harry's House to bed and do NOT feel like a lunatic). But you're right I do not have the energy anymore. The CONSPIRACIES and THEORIES people have I am so overwhelmed, I don't know what to say. I'm not a Swiftie (not an anti-Swiftie either) but HOLY COW. "She wore purple so that means--" "The date adds up to the number 13" "In 2010 on this date she posted this so in 2024 that means this" ?????? THAT'S CRAZY, but like good for them. I'm in awe tbh.

Aw! I'm so glad you voted for them! I have another round of voting coming this week and I feel like it will be VERY split five different ways hahahaha I'm a beach girl as well! I feel like it's one of the only things I have a good grasp on writing about because it was so entrenched in my childhood. I don't know if I have any other ideas for them at the moment (I feel like all the couples I've been writing about lately/voted on are getting engaged this week and next week 🤭 --spoiler/not spoiler: not MFT they're just babies). But I can try and come up with something eventually. I gotta reshare my draft list so everyone can see inside my head, it's getting wilder by the minute.

I'm currently writing the 4th part to MFT and I feel like the first two parts were really good and parts 3 and 4 are very 🤷‍♀️ I'm so glad you liked Kyle! (I wanted to name him Noah actually but I think I mentioned I'm a big Noah Kahan fan right now and it was too coincidental; I noticed when I had his character say "that makes a lot of sense" and I was like "okay, Samantha, that's a literal song lyric, make it more obvious." So I renamed him Kyle). Idk if you read Icebreaker (it was very big on TikTok for a while) Kyle is modeled after Henry a bit. He's a cutie pie 😊

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR KYLE!?!?!?!?! 😍

SO happy to hear from you, hope you had a relaxing weekend after a busy week, sorry for the novel rambling in response but you should not feel bad about writing too much. It's always the highlight of my day when I get a message from you! 💕

xoxo

#💜 #my friend's toyota #sun-kissed

[weirdratblogs]

I've recently encountered an interesting phenomenon over on TikTok.

So, by and large, my use of that app is cute animals. There's this Scottish guy that posts about him tending to highland cows and he regularly finds little babies! It's great!

But, every once in a while, there's someone dealing with discourse I didn't even know exists. And, in particular, I recently saw a thread of videos where this person is just reiterating the fact that you don't actually need a morally superior position to dislike someone.

And the other person - presumably a child - just isn't getting it? Like, they can't fathom the concept of simply... not meshing with someone? They need to hunt down reasons for why it's okay to not like someone? Like, "This guy has to have something wrong with them! I, the most important person in the world, don't dig their vibes! And if I don't dig their vibes, there clearly must be something fucky going on with THEM!"

Is this a new thing? Like, is this one of those "chronically online takes" that people talk about? Cause I'm not that old - I'm only 24 holy shit, I'm 24, and I feel like this is something most people knew by, like, third grade when I was a kid?

#discourse #chronically online #discussion #tiktok