#I blame the ginger

[jude-jespernumber1glazer]

It genuinely makes me appalled to realize that wylan canonically managed to rage bait kaz and succeed doing so

[rotting-jester]

FIXED IT SOMEHOW!!!

I tried to post something and for some reason it disappeared into the void and now I can't post for some reason on mobile

I'm so confused?!?

WHAT DID I DO TUMBLR GODS?!?!

[serenhob]

I could be sleeping but this is what I choose to do instead

[fabuladorah]

Was a bit depressed today but then my friend came up to me and said: "Fine, you can talk to me about Nevermoor" and i have never ever felt so loved.

[eyes-of-nine]

he lived, he served cunt, he got put in a psych ward and probably some other shit but I've been too busy looking at all the domestic fluff to figure out the lore

[gorbo-longstocking]

starting this geta and caracalla x reader fic and realizing with horror that im 2.2k words into the first chapter and not even a quarter of the way done with what i want to happen in it AND THERE ISNT EVEN GOING TO BE GETA AND CARACALLA IN THE FIRST CHAPTER 😭😭😭😭😭

anyway heres a sneak preview

[towost]

i like ginger a normal amount (lie)

gingerbread girl oh how i adore you

here’s the template as well!

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

"Increase the stimulation"

(Eyefucks Mel)

[gingermintpepper]

hey I hope you’re doing ok!! For the ask game, 🌈? Also perhaps ☔️?💧, even?

Hello hello, thank you for participating ☆ Once again, I can't comment on whether or not this extract is particularly fluffy but I do think it's rather sweet and it's definitely romantic so I think it's good for filling out both 🌈 and 💧!! It's an extract from what I've tentatively dubbed my 'Women and Apollo' doc which is essentially just a big running document I have dedicated to exploring themes and dynamics between Apollo and the women he's been entangled with! This extract in particular is from my Melia section 🥰

The night is a cold sheet spread across her shoulders. She wakes in pieces; first, her flesh, bracketed between the raw heat of Phoebus' bare chest and the sharp sting of the night air's fangs, then her mind, pleasure's fleeting haze quickly swept aside by panic then worry then guilt. What would Kaanthos say if he could see her now, bare breasted and stained in a male-god's desire? What would Father? No doubt she would have to cede the seat of the temple to Kaanthos. How could a carnal woman serve the people after all? And her river - oh, her sweet river! Would his waters even deign to soothe her scales when she was so completely drenched in the scent of a sky-god?

How foolish she's been, throwing everything away just because of some sweet words and a pretty face. Maybe Kaanthos truly did deserve the temple after all. Maybe Melia didn't deserve such a treasure if she was so easily seduced.

She sniffles softly, slipping gently from Phoebus' loose grip. His heat wafts off his skin like the warmth of a well-tended hearth, it lingers in her bones as she kneels in the grass of this unfamiliar field. It makes the sear of shame dig that much deeper into her heart. Phoebus had listened well to her warnings. He'd carried her someplace far away from flowing water, somewhere distant where her brother's scrying eyes could not reach. The tears welling in her eyes finally fall as she turns this way and that, utterly and completely lost without a source of water to follow. How could she return now? Even she was not bold enough to have the man she planned to reject take her back to her father's house.

Stupid girl. Foolish. How could she have been so short sighted?

"Melia?"

His voice is laden with sleep's husk, his arm makes little grabs at the grass searching for her shape. She swallows her tears and bids her voice to not betray her, "Here I am, my lord. You may go back to sleep."

The mildest furrow of his brow. When he turns his head, his hair flows like rich golden oil over the dark grass, "Come here," his hand keeps searching for hers, patting the ground, dragging long fingers over the dirt and frowning when he does not find her. "It is not yet morning, why have you fled so far from my side?"

Melia cannot help but laugh at his visage, clumsy and squinty-eyed, less the graceful gentleman who promised her a taste of change and more a bumbling kitten desperate for its mother's teat. She wipes her tears as quickly as she can muster, "If you but open your eyes, I'm certain you would find me."

He makes a grumbling noise, some cross between a boar's grunt and the crow's deep bellow, "Is this another of your games? I'm much too tired for games Melia." Finally, his finger grazes the edge of her ankle and like a child, he lights up, eyes still stubbornly closed but smile positively radiant, "Ah, there you are!" Diligently, he traces the shape of her leg with his open palm, measuring the smoothness of her calf, the swell of her knee, the broadness of her thigh, then he lays his head upon her, cheek pressed close to her stomach, heated back like warm coals against her skin. "So cool," he murmurs and kisses her stomach, throws his arm around her waist and nuzzles further into her skin, "Tell me when you've need of the water -" a dreadfully wide yawn interrupts him. "- I'll fetch it for you."

Melia finds herself laughing again, just a tiny thing as she runs her fingers through the thick waves of his hair. What is she to do now?

As for a fic idea I'd like to talk about since I don't know if I'll ever write it: Among the many, many, many things I'd like to write but probably never will, I really wish I could just sit down and write a story about Tenes and Hemithea. There's a lot of reasons why I have no plans to ever properly tackle anything regarding the Iliad - chief of which being that there's just too much information and the amount of research would be insane - but a lot of what I would potentially focus on have to deal with people and places Apollo loves and his inability to protect those things throughout the conflict starting with Tenes. I absolutely adore exploring Apollo's paternity in my writing and considering how fiersome Tenes was and how both he and Troilus would die protecting their sisters, I've just always wanted to dig into an exploration of their lives and connection with their father and how Tenes' death specifically would've affected Apollo. Like yeah, I know Troilus is usually the point of focus for such works especially because of the manner in which he was killed, but Tenes was also beloved! Also considering he was originally punished for being falsely accused of sexually assaulting his stepmother, I can't help but want to write his wrath when he realises what it is Achilles intends to do to Hemithea. Alas though, I don't think I'l ever get to do more than think longingly about it, at least right now lmao.

[apis-vergilii]

yeah sorry to do fan art discourse (i am counting multiple dead great masters under this umbrella) but blonde blue eyed Virgil is my nemesis and i need people to stop taking my Etruscan/Gaulish/whatever country boy and turning him into some sort of pale Anglo-Saxon cherub because you think he’s an Allegory of Pure Reason and for some reason Reason looks like a bloodless Victorian child.

[yanderethorne]

This is and was super random but i had a dream about you today lol. I opened tumblr and you posted something about having a bad day.

So I replied 'me too, its okay queen we're still cute".

Ans you said "and we have great tits also"

Just thought this might make you laugh

oh 😳 i never normally appear in ppl's dreams, thanks for letting me know!

omg i've had THE worst dreams (nightmares) lately. like consecutively. so i've been having a bad time in the dream world at least :'))

awh sucha cute response :'') thank you ahahah and then me just ruining the pure moment AHSJKHJKDSJ no but my post about my boobs might have brought this on 😭 (i'm sorry)

^ me hyping you up back ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა

[omgheygreta]

the urge to scream "don't make me tap the sign" to so many people on twt and the sign is the whole conversation denali had at roscoe's about how very talented queens can be also very good at rupaul's drag race like c'mon guys can we not? for one time? be a shitty fandom?

[redemn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ so , you still ain't replaced boadicea ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ nah . i miss her , she was quite a horse .

╰ ゜YOU'RE A GOOD MAN .  /  𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 .

[ashmp3]

do you guys remember the mulberry alexa i wanted the brown one saur bed when i was 12 lmfao

[piipaw]

I keep forgetting to eat dinner and end up being too nauseous to eat breakfast (bc I keep forgetting to eat dinner) and again it's late and everything by me has closed and I have not eaten dinner.... the cycle continues u___u

[puckingdisaster]

Hmmm, some more Raff for you, Raff/Scott Laughton and „mountains“?

The sun was just starting to show up behind the mountain range when Michael reached the plateau. The air was crisp and fresh, not a single noise disrupting the early morning peace. Well, except for his boyfriend making his way up behind him, cussing Michael out while trying not to wheeze. "You absolute fucker. Who in their right mind would hike up an entire mountain before the sun even rises? I couldn't see shit for at least the first half of that hell trip! Not that I could've enjoyed it because everytime I wanted to take a break for a second you started to bitch at me!"

Michael laughed at Scott, setting down his backpack in the grass before letting himself drop down as well, leaning against a bigger rock. "I just want to remind you that you wanted to come up here with me. It's not like I forced you. And now shut up for a bit and get down here. The sun's about to rise for real now and I don't want you to miss it because you can't stop yapping." He pulled Scott closer by the strap of his own backpack until the other man let himself fall down onto the grass as well, grimacing when the morning dew immediately soaked through his pants. Michael just smiled innocently before leaning closer towards Scott, putting an arm around his shoulders.

And as the sun fully appeared behind the mountains, bathing everything in soft golden light, Michael felt Scott exhale deeply, relaxing beside him. "Okay", he whispered, to not disturb the tranquility that had settled over them, "you're right. This is pretty neat."