#— pay his debt

[autisticrosewilson]

The idea that Jason has a million safe houses doesn't entirely sit right with me so I like to think that he owns entire buildings and apartments and he lets the street kids and working girls and anyone else who needs a place to stay live there. I imagine a lot of people who work for him because they don't have a choice but don't want to hurt other people end up living in the apartments as supervisors, y'know settling disputes between neighbors, passing on messages to hood, looking after the little ones. Word gets around that Hood helps people get real jobs that help people and the company parties get a LOT bigger. They don't need to pay him because he gets all the money he needs by stealing from the rest of Gotham's criminal element and upperclass <3

Really funny to think that the bats try to break into one of his safe houses and instead of Jason it's a group of feral children with knives and women with stilettos as weapons. Unless it's one of the East End heroes, they know which safe houses have civilians in them

[justanothersanjilover]

I feel like Zoro would have way too much fun, if he got turned into a woman 😂 Like come on!

He wants booze?

Zoro: “Sanji! Can I get some booze?”

Sanji: “No!”

Zoro: “Look over here” *lifts shirt and shows his boobs*

Sanji: *handing over booze* “Please…just…cover up…!”

He wants more food?

Zoro: “Cook! Give me more!”

Sanji: “You just ate a whole plate of…”

Zoro: *shows cleavage*

Sanji: “For the love of…fuck…here” *shoves a whole plate of food in his face*

He wants a snack?

Zoro: “Cook! Snacks!?”

Sanji: “Shut it, Marimo! I’m not falling for that again!”

Zoro: *bats his eye* “Pleeeeeease! Cook-san!”

Sanji: “Shit…” *gives him all the snacks he wants*

The snacks are too sweet?

Zoro: “Can you make some salty snacks? Or better with wine filling?”

Sanji: “I’m gonna fill you with wine!”

Zoro: “Promise?” *shy smile with red cheeks*

Sanji: “You…what…? Stop that!” *stands an hour in the kitchen to make some wine-filled dark chocolate pralines*

Zoro: *casually training on deck - shirtless like always*

Sanji: *walks by, realizes it, dies of bloodloss*

Sanji: *standing at the railing, watching the sea*

Zoro: Can I join? *stands beside him*

Sanji: What do you want this time? * purposefully not looking over*

Zoro: *standing on his tiptoes and pressing a kiss to Sanji’s cheek - breast pressing to his arm* “Sorry for annoying you, Curly.”

Sanji: “It's…it’s…it’s fine! Marimo…Just fine…”

😂😂

[harritudur]

just a bet 🍸🍻🍷

(i know that zoro is more likely to win, but when there is money at stake, nami is unstoppable!)

[oh-warizoro]

Perfect take on Zoro. Perfectly executed by Mackenyu.

The way EVERYONE is trying to have him work for them. Mr 7, I'm here with an invitation. Captain Morgan, Join the marines or you'll die tied to a cross.

Luffy, sets him free, doesn't force him to join, let's him go, let's Zoro decide where he wants to be;

And Zoro finds out that place is by Luffy's side. Ain't that beautiful?

[bioethicists]

irt poverty/homelessness + alcohol use (esp with @butchfeygela‘s tags on my post)- people really underestimate the function that substance use/alcohol use can have for someone who is unhoused. being unhoused is boring, cold, painful, + lonely. substances can allow the 8 hours panhandling to get the $45 you need for a motel to fly by. alcohol reduces your perception of the cold + can knock you out whben you can’t sleep. substances can help you cope with the physical deterioration from malnutrition, constant stress, + sleeping outside. substances can provide social connection with others who you would otherwise not enjoy or help you cope with being alone.

not only that but- many unhoused people are stuck in a seemingly inescapable position. the pathway to financial stability or even housing is difficult or even impossible. in the wake of that hopelessness, the downsides of substance use start to seem insignificant. arrest? you’re getting arrested anyway for sleeping outside, peeing outside, standing in the wrong place, etc. physical danger? you’re already beat the fuck up, anyway, right? loss of relationships? you’ve lost most people already. inability to keep a job? nobody will hire you + you can’t stay employed, anyway, because you have no car + no shower.

perhaps for you or me, the cons of heroin use or binge drinking nightly greatly outweigh the pros. that isn’t the case for everyone. if we are really serious about ending overdose/addiction, we need to start looking at giving people lives worth recovering into instead of shaming them for their own hopelessness.

[rashoumon-homo]

I feel like we as a fandom don’t talk about this scene enough

*sobbing* HE WAS MAKING HIM A BALLOON DOG 😭😭😭

HE JUST WANTED TO PLAY WITH Q 😭💔

AND HE WAS TRYING THE ONLY WAY HE KNEW HOW 💔😭🥺

*louder sobbing*

[irritated-empath]

Commissions babeeeyy

Ya boy needs money. Here we go:

$5 Sketch or full color Icon. Basically either small stuff or sketches with little to no shading, tho i like to throw in color blocks or whatever

$10 Line art+basic shading. So basically its one color but ill shade it for ya.

$15 Full color! lotsa detail, the works. I've recently gotten an interest in doing character info sheets, so those would be cool.

I would tack on a dollar per extra character, just cause if im doing like, an ensemble of course I'd want to account for that.

I'm flexible! if theres a concept you have that you're not sure what price itd be lemme know. Not gonna do heavy mecha stuff cause im not confident with that, but if you want me to take a crack at a robot im willing!

-> tons more examples on my blog!

I've got quite a few different payment methods. DM me for the info and any reference pics you'd like to share for what you want me to draw!

[griseldagimpel]

Okay, I'm watching Black Sails episode 4.09 - about halfway through, gonna pause for the night - and Woodes Rogers' mental image/memory of Eleanor as the silent, docile wifey working away at her embroidery is so fucked up and so telling of him as a character.

Because, like, I don't think Eleanor got with him initially out of love. She did it because she was playing the hand she was dealt. If she loved him at all, that came later. But Eleanor's scrappy, and Eleanor's ambitious, and Eleanor will use anyone necessary to get what she wants.

And Woodes is devastated by her death, but did he ever actually know her, if that is how he remembers her?

[bartonbones]

carm/sydney endgame this carm/claire endgame that. do we think that the bear is actually going to catch fire and go up in literal flames at some point

[muscari-melpomene]

Don't imagine Nureyev still being undercover at Dark Matters during 4.25.

Don't imagine him being alerted that fugitives have broken into where the carte blanche is stored, and feeling his heart drop into his boots.

Don't imagine him listening first to Buddy's demands, then to Juno. Don't imagine Nureyev resisting running to Juno's rescue with every fiber of his being, because he knows he'll do more harm than good.

He knows Juno has a plan.

...Juno has to have a plan.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hey could I ask for a Thenamesh human au were Thena is raising her little sisters (Sersi and Sprite) after their parents die and Gilgamesh is her co-worker who finds her having a mini breakdown and comforts her? Kinda slow burn-ish and no smut if possible

"Sorry!"

Thena pressed even harder on her eyebrows, sure she would get bruises from it. Maybe then she might actually get medical clearance for time off. "It's fine."

"I didn't mean-"

"It's fine!" she snapped at him again, shifting to swipe at the corners of her eyes and wipe the tears onto her fingertips and then on the sleeves of her cardigan. "I was just...looking for something."

But all she heard was the door shutting gently.

Thena sighed, picking her head up and looking around the shelves. All that was in here was extra paper and printer ink. "Gil, I'm fine."

Gil was sweet, if a little too sweet. He went out of his way for people, which their firm really discouraged. But he was going into family law, which was easy to tell from the 'everything' about him.

"Yeah, I just, uh," she heard him shuffle around before finally turning to glare at him. Her glower was usually strong enough to scare away anyone else. He pointed at the shelf of toner. "Printer."

She closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing in her head from her coffee and the twitch in her eyes from her need for sleep. But they had a lot of contracts to examine, and Sersi was in the middle of the soccer season, which meant she didn't even get home until 6, which pushed dinner to 7 and that said nothing about homework and getting Sprite to bed at a decent hour.

"Um," Gilgamesh gulped, tugging at the suit he was wearing. It was standard attire for the firm, of course, but she always imagined he had a hard time finding suits to really fit him. Perhaps he needed shirts and Jackets in one fitting and trousers in a smaller one. "How was Sersi's game?"

She whipped her head up at him, and she must have looked ready for murder by the way he flinched. "What?"

He went stiff as a board, practically pressing his back to the door. "S-Sersi--your sister, you said she had a soccer game on friday. H-How did it go...if that's okay."

Right, friday; she had rushed home from work, still with half a day's work to complete, picked up Sprite, gotten her not to gripe all through grocery shopping, bundled her up for Sersi's game, which was a loss, and it was a hard loss, and Sersi got a few scrapes and bruises, so then they were both a little cranky for the start of the weekend, and of course that meant she didn't actually get any work done-

"Thena?"

She blinked, feeling as if she had gone somewhere else entirely. This was getting ridiculous. She just needed coffee, she reasoned. Even more coffee. She shook her head.

"Hey," he whispered, not moving from the door to let her out, despite her moving closer. "Are you okay? I know you're...I know you've got a lot on your plate."

A lot on her plate? She had that already with this job and the beginnings of her career. Her student debt alone would be more than a full plate.

That was before handling a joint funeral, and counselling for her sisters, and getting them back to school, and a full year of them not being themselves. And then, when they finally seem to be getting better, both of them start having the worst time with school in their lives.

Or maybe their mother was just better at dealing with it than Thena could say for herself. And while their father wasn't exactly her favourite person, let alone parent, her first year of filing her taxes with two dependants was enough for her to look into a decent accountant for this year.

"Listen, I know you've got this under control," Gil continued, visibly worried about saying the wrong thing. "I know you're tougher than I could ever imagine."

She really didn't know about that.

"But if you need--I mean, if you ever want a hand with anything, or even just logistics, or carpooling or something," he suggested, losing confidence with every new idea. His massive shoulders drooped and he gave her those big, sad puppy dog eyes that always got him the best desk and the best cases and the best lunch, "just let me know, y'know?"

Thena gulped. Heat rose up in her as the horror of her tears resurfaced. She was done crying. It was the middle of the work day. She didn't have time for this. This had never been an issue before.

Can we have lasagne?

Just that simple text from Sprite had set her off. Because Sprite loved lasagne--she loved their mother's lasagne. And for an entire year Sprite couldn't even stand hearing the word, let alone the sight of it. And to have her ask for it, when they all knew that Thena was somehow the worst cook of all three of them.

Gil blinked as Thena dropped her head, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing her hand over her eyebrows again. His hands hovered around her, never crossing the last few inches of boundary she held.

Thena was just as shocked as she leaned froward and her forehead met something firm. But she couldn't choke it all back, a squeak escaping her as her tears dropped to the musty old storage closet carpet below.

"Hey," he whispered soothingly. Of course the bastard was great at comforting people too. Why wouldn't he be? Why wouldn't he be so completely perfect? "It'll be okay."

She usually hated when people spoke so certainly. Because what did they know? What assurance did they have? But Gil meant well. He only ever meant well. Her breathing slowed and she realised she was truly letting him embrace her. What an unfortunate turn this had taken. But he was warm, and he smelled nice. And it felt nice when he rubbed her back.

Gil let her pull away, not making a grand affair out of the whole thing. He brushed away a few more tears of hers, "you okay?"

She nodded. She was far, far from it. But she could probably get through the rest of the work day without humiliating herself further. Her throat felt dry as a bone. "Thank you."

Gil tilted his head at her. He did give off the first impression that he would be some meathead, into his own looks and loud and brash and hypermasculine. But he was kind, he was considerate of others and his good nature only made him more sensitive to those around him. "I mean it, Thena, if there's anything you need at all."

He was one of only a few who even knew about her sisters. She didn't really go around announcing her past, and she wasn't one for keeping precious personal keepsakes on her desk either. But Gil had once seen her phone light up with a notification and asked who the girls on her lockscreen were.

And as much as she could have told him to mind his own business - and he would have, knowing him - it seemed worse to ignore it. So she had told him about her sisters, and how she had basically acquired them as children, as far as the state was concerned.

The biggest advantage to Gilgamesh knowing about her duties outside the office was that he was her biggest defender whenever she couldn't make events outside of work. Of course a lot of deals happened out of the office as well as in, and being able to seal those deals came with the job. But Gil always had an excuse ready for her when she couldn't join them for drinks after work, or make a round of golf or two on sunday morning.

He smiled as she finally picked her head up. "There she is."

She chose to ignore that. She sniffled, dabbing at her eyes again. If anyone asked her if she was okay once she stepped out of this closet, she might commit an act worthy of termination. "Thanks."

"Any time," he shrugged. He still didn't leave. "I saw you get up from your desk. I thought-"

Silence came over him, perhaps at the admission that he had all but followed her here. Any other coworker and she would have her keys in her hand and a knife with his car's name on it. But only Gilgamesh could say something like that and have it be just as innocent as he meant it.

"Sorry," he concluded, having discouraged himself yet again. He blushed.

She truly was a bitch of epic proportions to inspire this level of fear from the sweetest man alive, she gathered. Usually that wasn't a problem, of course, but just this once: it was undeserved. "That's nice of you, Gil."

That seemed to surprise him even more than walking in on her crying in the closet.

She finally reached for the doorknob, and Gil nearly leapt out of her way. She headed back to her desk, with the same papers in hand as when she had first gone in. At least at her desk, she could take a breath. Her computer was still open on emails, she set the papers beside her.

Of course

She replied to Sprite, although if she got more texts she was just going to tell her not to text in class.

If her sister wanted lasagne, then she would find a way to make it happen. Affection was not her most polished skill, but love needed no polishing. If her baby sister wanted lasagne, she would have it.

If only she weren't a horrendously bad cook.

Sersi was decent, but she only ever let her help when Sersi herself seemed eager to do so, and that was usually on weekends. And Ajak was an excellent cook. Her handwritten recipes alone would not help Thena actually produce the promised product.

Thena picked up her phone again. She scrolled until she could select the contact in her phone. Perhaps it was silly to text him when his desk was in sight of hers. She was just in a closet with the man. But she selected his name and typed.

Can you make lasagne?

[miodiodavinci]

last dnd character of the night—this is Acanthus of the Western Isles, a scholar by trade and Giant Ass Shark Person by birth currently working to pay of an enormous debt by partaking in a late pirate captain's death defying treasure hunt

i liked to draw him in ms paint during the sessions like this w

[lostchildofthenewworld]

I think with Rhaegar, whatever he ascertained to his purpose, he would desire it. To me, he was an insatiable man of appetite for self interest, in the worst way.

My favorite Rhaegar (oxymoron right there) fic is by liesmyth. It’s called the piper at the gates of dawn and it’s one of those you live again and again groundhogs day fics. You’ve probably read it but if not, I would recommend. I enjoyed seeing him fail.

R wakes up after dying on the trident and is completely unrepentant for the pain he caused people. He runs off with L again and fails and dies. Eventually he gets tired of that version and just takes off w/o saying anything and does whatever he wants. Knowing that his kids and Elia are in danger but he doesn’t really care. The author describes a bunch of different lives but at the end it seems like R gets everything he wants but he’s still unhappy. Because it’s not exactly how he wanted it. Anyway it ends with him dying. Even after doing everything exactly how he wanted he still dies. It’s reads as a sort of character study of Rhaegar.

I think I've read this before. I've mentioned before that I believe Rhombus gained his sense of self/self-importance from his grandparents. So long as he believes in his own delusions, he'll always be the most dangerous thing to his family and himself. I mean look at Aerys and how dangerous he was because of what he believed to be his truth.

That's the danger of people who have an inflated sense of ego and importance. They believe that their delusion, that their reality, is the same for everyone else, because they can't see beyond themselves. It would only need to take a moment of self reflection and self-actualization for pale-face prince to realize the dangerous slope he was on. Even when he left KL and was speaking to Jaime, he did not even factor in that maybe he would not return, so sure he was in his victory and infallibility.

I think that's why the death of Rhaella and Elia and her children are so depressing. Both wives are victim's of their husband's egos, with others (their enemies), (in Elia's case) taking advantage of their short-sightedness. But it often seems that the women of asoiaf suffer for the male ego.

[befooremoonrisee]

what if i dare to say that the most direct paralell in personality to aegon ii is tyrion, not joffrey.

[kestreleve]

I really thought it would be a good idea to mow the yard in full sun mid 90 degree weather

[ufolvr]

This might sound deranged but honestly making s/is that are inhumanly obsessed with their respective f/os to the point of ruination is sooooo fun. U don't need to explain their motives. Something is just that wrong with them 👍