#I don't ask for shit in return

[strawberri-draws]

shuichi posting

[gingermintpepper]

I saw it in your tag game post that you're also fond of the Apollo-Heracles conflict 👀 for a myth that appears in only a couple of sources, it sure has a lot of presence in the vase paintings (no seriously, everytime I think I've seen the last of it, I find ten more)

SO do you have any favorites among the paintings that represent this story??

OMG OMG THIS ASK IS A GIFT. IT IS A GIFT THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT THIS

I also think it's extremely interesting that it's a story so popularly portrayed by vase paintings and in such a variety of ways!! It's certainly one of the stories that gets left out of written compilation of Heracles' legend a bit (which is a shame, I think it's a fantastic story) but Apollo had a very peculiar relationship with Heracles in general that I just kind of find amazing (and very, very funny).

Apollo is not a god with any legitimate grudge against Heracles, but he does argue with the mortal a bit like he argues with his favourite brothers 😂Part of why I love the story of Apollo and Heracles fighting over the tripod so much is that it is such a little brother thing for Heracles to be upset with the proclamation his elder brother has given him and so, he throws a great fit, taking up the chair and declaring that he'll just give himself a better prophecy! And Apollo, instead of being a marginally professional big brother, decides to fight him for it until their father has to break up their cat-fight. Like was that not just the plot of the Homeric Hymn to Hermes? Is this not exactly how Apollo treated Hermes when he was a child and now those two are inseparable? 💀

Because of this, my favourite vase paintings tend to be the ones that highlight the personal squabbling between Apollo and Heracles the most. There are some very elaborate ones that have the full host of them - Athena, Heracles, Apollo, Artemis, usually a dog and a doe, I've even seen a couple that had birds and plants etched on them, but the simplest ones that show Heracles about to bonk Apollo with his club out of frustration or depict Heracles nyooming away from Apollo while Apollo (presumably) yells curses about how he's going to fling Heracles head first into Tartarus for daring to take his things? Yeah, those are the premium big brother/little brother things I'm looking for.

(Photo. Marie-Lan Ngyuen)

(Photo. Museo Claudio Faina)

Also the one in the Theoi.com archives is a real classic - perfect energy.

[nebulations]

Fish, 7 (For your prompts! ❤️)

Hi, anon!! Thank you for the prompt, you were the very first one to send one in! 7 was, again, the wildcard, so I randomly generated a different number to land on Yue Qingyuan (from Scum Villain)! I have no choice but to dedicate this to @bytedykes, because I told her about this prompt and she said “yqy pet fish mental health speedrun” and we went, uh, a little insane about it. Enjoy some yuefang, folks!!!!

“Mu-xiong,” Yue Qingyuan says. “I’m sorry to bother you. Are you available?”

“Yue-xiong is never a bother,” Mu Qingfang says warmly. “And I am, actually, yes. Is everything okay, Yue-xiong?”

“I think I need help.” A bit dramatic, perhaps, and Yue Qingyuan hates to trouble Mu Qingfang on a rare day off, but Yue Qingyuan and impulse have never been the best combination, and he would appreciate a second opinion.

Mu Qingfang’s voice turns hard. “Where are you? I'll come right away.”

“What—?” Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone like the blank call screen will tell him why Mu Qingfang suddenly sounds so serious. “I'm at home, but—”

“I'll be right there,” Mu Qingfang says, and hangs up.

Yue Qingyuan stares at his phone for another second, then lifts his gaze to his sparkling new aquarium. His new betta, white and black and resplendent of fin, stares back. Was his crisis of faith about his viability as a fish owner really so deserving of such urgency…?

—

“So,” Mu Qingfang says. “This was your emergency?” He looks about as unimpressed by the betta as it does by the two of them.

Yue Qingyuan feels obscurely like he’s being scolded. Mu Qingfang is one of the nicest men he knows, but that just means that his censure takes the form of a blunt instrument of mass disappointment.

“In my defense,” he points out meekly, “I didn’t say there was an emergency. Mu-xiong just assumed.”

“That’ll teach me,” Mu Qingfang huffs, but at least he looks amused. “Yue-xiong should get used to asking for help more so this gege doesn’t have to panic every time he does ask.”

Yue Qingyuan’s mouth almost drops open. He can only hope his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. “Er—well, I asked this time, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Mu Qingfang allows, looking something horribly close to fond. Yue Qingyuan swallows and tries to hurry on.

“So—not an emergency, but I do want your opinion,” he coughs out. “I’m having… doubts. About the fish.” Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows contract. Yue Qingyuan rushes it out. “Do you think I should keep it?”

“Yue-xiong…” Mu Qingfang looks politely incredulous. “Why does my opinion matter? The fish is already yours, isn’t it? If you don’t think maintaining its upkeep will be feasible, that’s one thing, but… Surely Yue-xiong did the research before getting it?”

He doesn’t sound judgemental, but Yue Qingyuan feels his cheeks warm. “I did, but I wasn’t planning on getting a fish; I was only admiring the tanks. There was a salesperson who was… very insistent.”

Mu Qingfang regards him doubtfully, which is fair. Yue Qingyuan towers over most people he meets, and his bulk only further adds to the impression of immovability. It’s only when he opens his mouth that it becomes clear how spineless he actually is.

Yue Qingyuan falters. “I had thought… I thought it might be nice.” The bettas had seemed so majestic in their tanks, iridescent monarchs of false grass and plastic coves, and Yue Qingyuan had thought, wildly, that one might be rewarding to keep, might breathe a touch of life into his immaculately sleek living room. The whole affair hadn’t even been expensive by his shiny new standards, forget difficult to physically arrange. It was only when installation and set-up for his new aquarium had finished and he was left to watch that jewel-bright being swim disaffectedly through its new home that doubt had seized him, all-consuming and black. He had, admittedly, panicked a little after that.

(Yue Qingyuan’s apartment is very large, and very clean, and very empty. It holds the barest amount of decoration and muss to qualify as lived-in rather than a snapshot from a magazine ad. The fish may, in fact, be the only thing in the entire place which really qualifies as his. No wonder Yue Qingyuan wanted to jettison it from his life as soon as he got it.)

Mu Qingfang’s expression hovers between concern and simple confusion. “I’m sure Yue-xiong will be a more than adequate caretaker,” he says, more gently than Yue Qingyuan and all his neuroses probably deserve. “What’s this really about, Yue-xiong?”

Ah. There it is. Being the mildest person of Yue Qingyuan’s admittedly sharp-tongued social circle doesn’t preclude Mu Qingfang’s wit from being as keen as the scalpels he works with.

“I don’t…” Yue Qingyuan falters. How to express to Mu Qingfang how manifestly unfit Yue Qingyuan is to care for any living creature at all? He changes tack. “I think he hates me,” he admits dolefully.

Mu Qingfang stares at him for a long time, long enough to imply that he’s reevaluating certain opinions about Yue Qingyuan’s intelligence. “Yue-xiong, with all due respect to your new pet—it’s a fish.”

“Fish have emotions!” Yue Qingyuan argues. He flushes at the volume at which it comes out, and at the way Mu Qingfang’s eyes go wide-eyed in startlement. But the salesperson had been very insistent about that, as well. “Bettas are intelligent animals. They dislike certain colors, apparently, and they’re very sensitive—ah, to environmental disruptions, that is. And—”

Mu Qingfang’s eyebrows are still high, but his face has relaxed into a smile. “It sounds to me like you like it quite a bit already. Isn’t that reason enough to keep it?” His tone curls with sudden mischief. “Have heart, Yue-xiong—you’ve hardly known each other for a day! Give it time to adjust to you, and I’m sure you’ll win it over as surely as you do everyone else.” And he grins, sure and easy in his trust that Yue Qingyuan won’t fumble and shatter something so small and monumental as a life that he could cup in his palms.

While Yue Qingyuan is still dazed by that, Mu Qingfang’s eyes alight with interest. “Ah, Yue-xiong—what have you named it?”

“...”

Mu Qingfang’s face falls as devastatingly as it had lit up. “Yue-xiong…”

“Mu-xiong is aware that I was unsure of whether or not I’d keep him!” Yue Qingyuan is terribly aware that his ears are now heating up to match his cheeks. Mu Qingfang’s ensuing laughter does not help with that matter.

Yue Qingyuan is not very good at holding onto things. More often than not, he makes a mess of whatever he’s set his clumsy hands to, lets it fall right through his scarred fingers. But Mu Qingfang’s words ring through his head: Isn’t that reason enough to keep it? And, well, isn’t it? Surely Yue Qingyuan is adult enough to follow through on this. Maybe happiness can be look like his new betta swimming up to the tank to observe the new colorful form moving in front of it, can come as easy as Mu Qingfang quipping that his knowledge about fish is clearly lacking and vowing casually to read up on bettas to be a better fish uncle.

Yue Qingyuan buries a smile and walks over to let Mu Qingfang know that bettas can be trained to follow fingers around. The betta’s clear preference for Mu Qingfang over Yue Qingyuan is as good a marker of intelligence as any fun fact the pet shop worker could have given him. Yes, Yue Qingyuan thinks with a smile—he thinks he’ll be keeping this after all.

[amiharana]

ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

[softquietsteadylove]

as much as I love how soft Gil has become for Thena in the “ten things I hate abt you” AU, I feel like he’s starting to go out of character a bit for this au 😭😭 (I’m not trying to be mean I promise) so maybe could you pretty please write one where Gil has more of that “edge” that his character initially has in this au? Again I’m sorry if this sounds mean and judgy I don’t mean it like that ❤️

Gil took a sip of his beer, not that it was the good stuff. He had to drive home anyway; Thena had driven Sersi, so he would be going home alone tonight.

"Need another?"

Gil looked over at him, only to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. But he wasn't, and it was indeed Ikaris offering him another beer. He just stared at it.

"You hear me, or what?"

Yeah, that seemed more like what he would expect from the gruff and unpleasant Scot. Gil looked towards the front yard again. "I'm good."

"Guess I can't blame you." Oh good, he was still talking. "Probably don't think we have much to talk about."

"I wouldn't think we had anything to talk about," Gil gritted out. He hoped Thena was inside, with Sersi, or even Dane. Far away from this piece of shit, at least.

"Well, I'm feelin' generous," Ikaris laughed, as if it were a favour that they were talking right now. "Warnin' about Princess in there-"

Gil bristled, and not just at Ikaris using the same name he occasionally used for Thena himself. He hadn't come to this party looking for a fight, but maybe the opportunity would present itself.

"Y'know we used to be a thing, I guess," Ikaris surmised, more talking at Gil than having a conversation. "Ages ago, by now. Anyway, things seemed fine, and I knew she wanted it, no matter what she said-"

"Shut up."

But he just kept going, listening to himself talk more than he had heard Gil try to interrupt him.

"But I backed off," Ikaris declared, holding his hands up as if that act were something to respect about him instead of the most basic decency. "Let her call herself a prude. But you-"

"Just don't, man," Gil warned him again. He finished off his beer and tossed the can. His hackles were rising, and Thena wasn't there to lecture him about his reputation or how fighting Ikaris was beneath him.

"You've gotten through to her," Ikaris mumbled with a little more skepticism. "Or at least, I assume you have, 'cause otherwise I don't know why the fuck you're with'er."

"I don't think you get to talk about her," Gil finally turned to Ikaris to face him properly. He leaned off the railing of the front porch. "Ever."

Ikaris' eyebrows raised but he didn't exactly back up from Gil's stance. He was also a tall guy, reasonably strong. And he certainly wasn't going to back down now that he could see his taunting had worked. "So you have had her."

"You shut your fucking mouth," Gil snarled, lunging forward and grabbing Ikaris by the shirt. They butted heads, Ikaris unwilling to look away. "You say one more thing about my girl and I'm gonna show you why you couldn't handle her, let alone me."

Ikaris chuckled, and why people thought he had any charm at all was beyond him. "Hey, little slut's business is none of my concern, now. But if you ask me, her sister's much more worth the effort-"

Gil let his fist fly. It had been a while, and he had almost forgotten how to use his natural bulk and mean mug. Almost.

Ikaris stumbled a little after the first hit, but he wasn't going to go down without a few of his own. He grabbed Gil and threw them both down the front steps. Some of their peers gathered around them, more of them cheering them on than trying to stop them.

Gil rolled them until he could push Ikaris down with his hand. The other he used to hit him, over and over again. Every time he looked at this disgusting prick's face, he hit him square in the jaw. Maybe it would come straight off.

It would serve him right for talking about Thena like that.

Gil remembered when she told him about it. He could remember how she, for all her efforts, had been so vulnerable seeming as she recounted his laughter.

Ikaris clawed at him from below, he got in a few hits to Gil's ribs. He would feel them in the morning, but there was nothing he could really do to stop Gil from wailing on him.

Gil shifted his target, aiming for the nose. "Bastard!"

The nose was definitely broken now.

"Oh my god!"

"Somebody stop them!"

Gil let it all wash over him. He would never get an opportunity like this again. He lifted Ikaris' half conscious head off the front walkway. His head dangled slightly, like a broken toy. "Say one more word about her--I dare you."

Ikaris' mouth moved, but between being dazed and the swelling, it wasn't like it sounded like actual words.

Gil accepted it, though. He swung his fist all the way back again before landing one last hit. It wouldn't kill him or anything, but maybe he wouldn't be dragging his sorry ass to school for a little while.

"Gil!"

He looked up, and at the front of the crowd were Thena and Sersi. Sersi had some distress on her face, but Thena looked as cool as a cucumber. He would expect nothing less. "We were just...talking."

Sersi huffed at him, marching right over and pushing him away. "Boys."

Sersi at least checked if Ikaris was breathing and sat him up. His nose was pouring blood like a fountain.

Thena didn't even look their way, so uninterested in Ikaris' well-being it was more potent than any hateful words she could have had for him. She patted Gil's shoulder. "Up."

He huffed, allowing her to tug at his hoodie and lead him stumbling towards his truck. He was certain he was about to hear how fighting wouldn't get him anywhere and he had to think more about not doing stuff like this.

But he would be satisfied if Ikaris never so much as looked in Thena's direction again.

Thena let him lean against the door, uncapping the bottle of plain old water in her hand. "Let me see them."

He rolled his eyes, displaying his bruised and split knuckles for her like a child being scolded. "It's nothing."

She gave him an unimpressed look. "The tough-guy act?"

Was that how she thought of him? Gil made a point not to wince or fuss as she poured the water over his hands. It did feel nice and cool on the swelling. "You think I'm bluffing?"

"I think you're lucky this happened at some random party and not in the middle of the school day." She was chastising him, but it lacked a certain bite that he knew she had in her. "I would be surprised if Ikaris was in any shape to attend the next few events. Might still have some bandages on by graduation."

"Good," Gil let fly without hesitation. Thena gave him another glare but he shrugged, in no condition to be dissuaded from his pride. "He deserves it."

"Regardless." So, she did agree he deserved to have the shit beaten out of him. Gil scanned her face as she dabbed at his knuckles gently.

"I'm not going to thank you for behaving like a barbarian."

"I wouldn't expect you to," he grumbled. No, that certainly wouldn't be her style, but maybe it would have been nice if she did. Just if she felt like it, or whatever. He thought it was kinda cool to fight for his girlfriend's honour but apparently not.

Thena, satisfied with her work, leaned against the door of his truck beside him. She let out a sigh, like she was completely worn out after passively witnessing his fight. "I didn't realise falling in love with you signed me up to be your personal nurse."

Gil just stared.

"What?" she frowned at him.

All this time--all this time had been waiting to tell her he loved her because he didn't think she was ready. Or maybe he thought she didn't feel the same. But now, for all her talk about how she wasn't going to thank him because she hadn't wanted him to fight Ikaris--now was when she chose to tell him she loved him?!

"What?" she snapped at him.

"You love me?"

"What?" she furrowed her brow, like she didn't even know what he was talking about.

Gil leaned off the truck, though. He moved closer, shielding her from even the chance of being observed. He would never get a straight answer from her if she thought they were being seen. "You said you loved me."

"No, I..." Thena trailed off, and he watched on her face as her mind replayed the incident for her. Horror dawned on her, very, very cutely. "I...I didn't-"

"You said you're in love with me," Gil clarified, grinning at her as she was forced to face the declaration with no escape.

"That's-" Thena blinked, turning a very lovely, very vibrant shade of red. It was impossible to hide with how pale she was, from her skin to her hair to her wardrobe. It shot down her neck and into her ears. "I'm not-"

Gil held back a chuckle. He wouldn't be the one to laugh at her--never. But he tipped her chin up and stole a kiss off her stuttering lips.

"I wouldn't-" she was still trying to form a defense in her name, not that denial was an option, at this point.

"Thena," he tried to intervene, but she was totally in her own head right now. And it could get very deep in there. "Thena?"

"I-I-I-" she was starting to panic, her chest heaving for breath.

"Thena!" he slapped his hand on the top of the truck, over her head, but loud enough to interrupt her avalanche of mumbling. She stared at him like a deer in headlights, unlike the lioness he called his girlfriend. "Listen to me."

She gulped.

"You are gonna come over tomorrow," he began. He had been trying to get her to come over like a normal person forever, now. And now, she was finally going to listen to him. "You're gonna meet my uncle. No more avoiding it."

She shrivelled a little.

"And I'm gonna introduce you as my girlfriend," he finished his instructions, tipping her chin up to him again. She still looked bewildered, flushed and flustered. He knew she still had that bite in her, though. "Got it?"

She nodded. Maybe he should get bossy with her more often.

He kissed her again, finding it a far more pleasant balm than nursing his wounds. Maybe it was all the adrenaline from the fight, but he really savoured it as she melted against him.

Thena gripped the edges of his hoodie, and he let her keep her head tucked close to his chest.

He smiled at her reflection in his truck window, bracing himself against it, completely dwarfing her smaller frame like this. "Bright and early, Princess."

"Anything else?" she puffed, and there was a hint of his usual headstrong shrew. He wouldn't have her any other way, after all.

But he grinned. It was definitely the adrenaline, but he was having way too much fun with it. "No, I think that's it. For now."

"Fine," she huffed, pushing away from him to stomp off with what dignity she could muster for herself.

Gil watched her go with a grin. God, did he love that icicle of a woman. But it was time he got some straight answers out of her, and now he could finally tell Gramps he was bringing his girlfriend to meet him properly.

[damienshaas]

highkey the girl i'm seeing is like. so there's so many of her texts that I just initially want to respond to with "okaaaaaaaaaaaaaay......................" and like. that's NOT good bestie. girl help

[garpond]

im glad we're all hating on meta/facebook rn can i just take a moment to say i hate facebook with a burning passion for the way your jobs will force you to have one to look 'real' or just to even do the basic content of the job somehow (my boss at my longest running job made me do guerilla marketing on there for events) and then immediately puts your full fucking personal info and where you live and where you work and who you know and everything directly into the inbox of people who are stalking you

[roseofcards90]

God I am fucking sick of this

[transmechanicus]

I get a little indignant when i look up the lyrics for a song that has very straightforward and understandable meaning to anyone who has experienced a modicum of emotional pain in their life and there are websites like "Song Lyrics Explained" like ohhh some people have never had their heart broken I see.

[chasedeys]

my unpopular opinion apparently is top joe

noooo don't worry i get you 😭 holding your hands very tenderly and saying i get uuuuuuuuuu, and i am. so thrilled. that u get me. would u like to get married. jk jk i plan to die alone <3 ANYWAYS because you mentioned top joe and im quiet literally in the process of writing top joe i will share my writing in this ask <3

it's the joeteemarr fic under the cut btw lmaoooo when will this fic be done oh my god

you know what's hilarious is that. this is the sex part (every part of this fic is the sex part oh my god its supposed to be pwp tf happened). but this is just straight up YAPPING. the hell. BUT ANYWAY THEY DO HAVE SEX OKAY 😭 there is actual top joe action joe actually DOES fuck tee 😭 i just haven't written it yet....and like. i haven't really proof read anything so if there's any mistake in these screenshots look away i beggggg and like this part was written a mix of the exact night before and immediately after my shit exam so you can imagine the amount of cortisol in my body as i typed this shit out. might possibly have blacked out when i typed it actually wow.

i have written fucking 5.4k of this fic oh my godddd what the ever living hell.............and it's nowhere near finished. i have no idea how long it's going to be. it's literally supposed to be just pwp. porn without fucking plot. 3 parts. one of joe sucking tees dick. two of tee fucking ja'marr. and three of joe fucking tee. three because tee had three touchdowns for joe. why the hell is there 5k and counting. it's not going to be double digits but like. why the fuck is it 5k already. it's literally just smut but all of the sudden there was FEELINGS jesus. im blaming. the narrative. the fucking narrative 😭.

feel free to ask all abt it btwww like idk give me a random word and if there actually is the word and i'll give you the paragraph lmaooo this is mostly bc i don't know when i'll be able to finish it 😭 my schedule is getting shit packed fuckkk my life. or just ask me random shit about it i'll share a random part of it anyway i have no concept of self restraint <3 literally just ask me to share the title or the cover that i have already edited for some reason and i will happily 😭😭

[transfemme-char-aznable]

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[springtrappd]

the greatest fnaf lore thread. is william afton a theosophist or thelemaist ? locked after 135789 pages of heated debate.

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[pyxxie-nyxxie]

hi mold anti-honesty hour. opionions on decay and mushrooms and well. mold ? :3

all must be cleansed and eradicated away. the world has no need for such things.

[omkdear]

it's really telling when people decide to interact with other people's work/content. Especially in community spaces. I largely try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but, almost always there's a correlation between how confident someone is in their own craft and said interaction. Or, that person hates your and thinks your cringe. Either way, it's really old and it reminds me school in the worst ways.

[birdmenmanga]

guy who has only read kekkaishi, watching interstellar for the first time: wow this guy is soooo sumikocore

[reynaruina]

Love the ponytail au, but hypothetically, what if zim had a bad day? Would dib even care? Like if zim broke down, would he make it about himself, or genuinely try to help zim, cuz that has me thinking FR, is this a one sided care???

So far? Yeah, kinda. Of course Dib would care if Zim broke down, but it would take him so long to find out about it because Zim is already hiding all the pain trying to help Dib causes him, and even if he did it'll take him longer still to believe it's not some sort of trap. He's seemingly permanently stuck in this state where he's in love with the person he trusts the least, at least consciously (subconsciously he knows he can trust Zim, if he didn't he wouldn't be around anymore). And even still, once he figured everything out, he wouldn't know what to do or how to help Zim at all. It'd be very messy.