#Not that I have siblings... - M

[isabelleadjani]

EVE'S BAYOU dir. Kasi Lemmons, 1997

[mediumgayitalian]

When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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[illdothehotvoice]

I love when Mario gets to be tired and cranky and complain about shit. Mario Sunshine voice lines my beloved that man is so exhausted and so over it he just wanted to take a vacation. I like when Mario goes "That's a horrible idea. I'm not doing that." <--- [The guy that goes through with horrible and dangerous ideas all the time]. I like when Mario doesn't want to do something. I like when he says no. I like when he is a little mean and makes mean spirited jokes about eating an egg that clearly has a baby inside it and robbing people. I like when Mario keeps getting cursed by chests and eventually is just so over it that he's a sassy asshole the entire time about it.

[fallloverfic]

WHy is eveRythiNg Jinje

Oh to be a tall, rich, attractive, charismatic man with some free time who is obsessed with and has to keep some control over a hyperactive, creative, smaller cat person who gets up to no good and nearly gets themselves killed on a regular basis. Additionally funny is when the smaller cat person keeps thinking about how attractive the tall dude is but insists they have no interest, nope.

[arriettyspin]

Okay so did anyone else find Haymitch referring to Maysilee as his sister to come entirely out of left field? At this point in the story they were still barely friends, just about allies. And the dialogue felt stilted and nothing like Haymitch's way of speaking previously. There was something very reactionary and fourth-wall breaking about the passage - like the author was telling us how we should perceive their relationship instead of trusting the reader to interpret it themselves from what was shown in the text. Maybe I would feel differently if they had had more interactions, idk.

[highly-flammable]

It’s kind of funny that people keep arguing about which love interest Klaus Mikaelson loved the most when canonically he would have screwed his family over in order to bring Cami O’Connell back from the dead. And knowing him, he would have justified it perfectly.

[random-remzy]

My eight year old brother has watched K-pop Demon Hunters 5 times now-

this is not including the 4 times he skipped through it just for the songs.

He knows them all by heart now-

Even the Korean bits.

HELLO??!!?

HE QUOTES THE MOVIE WHEN WE WATCH IT- HE KNOWS THE FUCKING SCRIPT-

[ghostonstrings]

I SAW SOMEONE SAY MOBIUS GIVES OFF ODIN VIBES WHEN TALKING ABOUT HIS DYNAMIC WITH LOKI.

Odin???? Odin the terrible father??? Odin "Your birthright was to die" Odin??? Odin who lied to Loki his whole life and his original plan for him was to be a political peace offering??? That Odin??? And you think Mobius, Loki's best friend Mobius, "Thanks for the spark!" Mobius, hugged Loki for so long its the longest hug in the MCU Mobius, was obsessed with Loki variants Mobius gives off the same vibes??

I can't do this, WHAT about their dynamic gives off father and son??? "But Don's sons are literally Loki and Thor! Look at their bikes!" God forbid a man have two sons 😭

Anyways I think it's important to share this again:

[i3utterflyeffect]

today marks one long dream burrowed deep inside sallowing faces leaving me behind - entomologists by GHOST

remembered this reblog and got an idea from it. not sure if this is a proof of concept or what bc i wanted this to turn out differently but. Shrugs

agnyway irradiated dark au moment

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

im talking this over with a friend rn but its funny how i've never seen anyone headcanon that "oh dipper and mabel will go off and adventure together for the rest of their lives because all they need is each other!!" as a sort of cinematic parallel to the stans. like they all headcanon that both or at least one of those two are still going to end up with/marrying someone else (mostly pacifica) and their percieved happy endings is still kind of... subconciously defined by how they're capable of leading independent lives while still having a strong bond with each other. i have literally never seen a single headcanon where theyre just ultimately together for the rest of their lives where they dont need to be with anyone else except each other... unless its a pinecest shipper who's headcanoning it.

meanwhile the actual canon for stanford and stanley is... well.

[battfishe]

people who reduce relationships between a male and female character to “sibling dynamic” are weak and won’t survive the coming winter

[torchickentacos]

i will always shout praises of bi4bi but given recent discourse I feel the need to say that I love bi4het too! I just love bisexuality in general in its many forms, and anyone who only likes it when it's 'queer enough' for them is biphobic. Bisexuals should be able to bring their LaMe CiShEt BoYfRiEnD to pride without being made to feel like spectators and outsiders to their own event.

[meridianbarony]

The fact that Cult of The Lamb fandom popularly seems to think the "Brother" and "Sister" titles the bishop antagonists call each other are literal and not titular indicates another milestone in the social consciousness' movement away from Christianity as a whole. In this essay I will-

[therestofmyfandoms]

yes lets go its that time: shangri-la posting again

okay so: this episode we got a very nice timeline breakdown, with sunraku having the game competition thing happening the next few days, with likely the last day of the week being the only day the gang has to come together to beat ctharnidd. fun!!

also because i have yet to comment on it: rust my beloved i love her so much. gets presented with a deactivated robot and it's the best thing she's ever seen. i really hope that she gets a reward similar to wolf gang did for beating wethermon. if my girl doesn't get her own robots there will be hell to pay

[stiffyck]

M/f duos don't only have to be siblings or a couple, you guys do know that right? You guys do know they can be friends? Right? Is that- is that a thing you're aware can happen? That m/f duos can be friends? Platonic friends???

[teh-nos]

"people never complain that m/f ships should be 'just friends'!"

yeah they'll complain that they're clearly siblings instead.