#Lee & Associates

[hihi-hello]

Immediately thought of this dropout bit.

[motherwench]

jeanette lee, a brooklyn-born pool player nicknamed the “black widow” for her tendency to wear all black outfits and “lure [her] opponents to the table and eat them alive.” some of my favorite photos of her :)

her vogue article here. sports illustrated article here.

photo creds: 1 - drew endicott via vogue. 2. 3. 4.

[lanada]

MOEBIUS / Jean Giraud

[akiacia]

gummies

[orangesyellow]

Come on. Let's go. Bloodhounds (2023)

[pabypu]

Gotta make something for the amazing recent eps so here it is :3

Happy 1 week Ryujin’s full gift reveal! Have a Sayeon Ryujin illustration!

I love their weapon choices, good cops fr

[jimmyspades]

letting the days go by, once in a lifetime :)

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

shoutout to erika who was briefly possessed by the spirit of brennen when answering that lotr question

[hauntingjasper]

Only them matter actually

[mariocki]

Doctor X (1932)

"If you ask me, I think Dr. Xavier is using very unethical methods."

"Necessity has no ethics, sir."

[stygianoaths]

Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.

In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.

But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.

So that's exactly what happens.

Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.

It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.

It's fake.

But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.

It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.

The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?

Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.

Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.

"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."

"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.

A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.

His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.

But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.

"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.

"Write?"

"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."

"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"

Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.

"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.

"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.

"Anything."

The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.

[scoffingatgravity]

"Who will be his bride tonight?"

[fangirlmodeactivated]

Great Lee on Stella Bak [x]

[rinofwater]

So me and my friend were watching the dub for Ayakashi

And I'm usually the first person who would say "give the dubs a chance, I know they have a bad reputation but there are some pretty decent ones out there too"

Ayakashi Bakeneko is not one of them.

[leemontoast]

Hc that the blue hoodie Fit is wearing is Pacs and he's wearing it because he misses him and needs the closest feeling to him

[sixzeroes]

🖇️ ‘00 LINE : jvke’s ‘this is what…’ !

PG13 | nct dream’s 2000 liners x reader. fluff, angst, romance, heartbreak, slice of life, non-idol au.

hrj | this is what falling out of love feels like.

butterflies can fly away, and unfortunately, yours decided the time had come. every time you hear the name ‘huang renjun,’ it simply doesn’t hit the same as before. there is no more love, no more passion, no more magic. just pain. is this what happens when the colours fade? you were once so full of love and now all that’s left are the remnants of what once existed. he was, until he wasn’t. you never thought it’d end this way.

ljn | this is what sadness feels like.

somewhere along the time, you became separated from lee jeno. your best friend, the one who’s supposed to be there for you no matter what. he’s unreachable now, and you don’t know what went wrong. as you put on a sad song and sit in your room with the lights off, your phone lights up with a text from him. you haven’t heard from him in months, and he calls you a ‘friend’ when you’re not. you know he doesn’t care at all.

ldh | this is what falling in love feels like.

the first time you met lee donghyuck, he was like the sun piercing through a cloudy sky. suddenly, your unfortunate day was no longer plagued with distress. a friend through a friend, until he became your friend, until he became more. yearning to stay a minute longer, in his presence, in the calm that he is. he kisses you first and he feels like the sun on your skin and you know, you just know, that this is what falling in love feels like.

njm | this is what heartbreak feels like.

your love for na jaemin was like a wave, crashing into you all at once. but like any wave in existence, it soon washes away, leaving behind a soaked yet empty feeling. the wet sand cracks a little, but when pressure is placed, the small crevasses become larger. you no longer love him, nor does he you, yet it chokes you to know that he double-crossed you while lying to your face. what a shame, guess your lover was a snake.