#So don't take this seriously

[h0bg0blin-meat]

"What did I ever do to you?"

*TW: Mild self-harming tendencies*

*After the return of Dionysus from the East*

Dionysus: *storming into Hera's chambers, leading the doors to fly open* WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?

Hera: *braiding her hair, looking at the mirror, barely acknowledging her nephew's presence* What do you mean?

Dionysus: I ASKED, WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU?

Hera: *tying a ribbon to make the braid stay in place* Nothing. Why do you ask?

Dionysus:

Dionysus: *scoffs* It's because of my mother isn't it?

Hera: *pretends to keep knotting the ribbon*

Dionysus: As if any of that was my fault anyway!

Hera: *her calm demeanor begins to fade*

Dionysus: I WASN'T EVEN BORN!

Hera: *stands up and faces him with a stern tone* But you are her child!

Dionysus: AND THAT'S MY FAULT?? DO WE GET TO DECIDE WHO WE'RE BORN TO NOW? THAT'S SOME NEWS TO ME TO BE HONEST!

Hera: You were born from an illicit affair. You are an illegitimate child. A-

Dionysus: -mistake. *nods with teary eyes* Is that what you were gonna say?

Hera:

Hera: No. I-

Dionysus: Save it. *sniffles* I just didn't know the fault of an illegitimate affair even lied in the hands of an unborn child.

Hera:

Dionysus: But you know what?

Dionysus: I can never bring myself to hate you. *a teardrop rolls down his left eye* Because I always adored you. You were the the last person I expected to plot against me.

Hera:

Dionysus: I knew you were always aloof with me, distant, and I kept thinking why that is. What I ever did to you to deserve such treatment. But I thought, well, everyone has their least favorite person, and maybe that was me. And that one day, you will grow out of this and love me. Someday. And I was willing to wait and bet my life on it.

Hera: *her sternness now begins to fade, and her face grows soft. Her lips start shaking*

Dionysus: *sniffles and another teardrop falls from his right eye* But I never thought THIS was how much you hated me. That you'd go this far to have me killed.

*Hera barely realizes that her eyes are getting teary as well now. She wants to speak but something is holding her back*

Dionysus: I'm sorry.

Hera:

Dionysus: A hundred times, I'm sorry for what my mother did. I'm sorry for what Father- sorry... I mean Zeus did I...... *breaks down on the floor* I'm sorry.

*Hera looks down to see his nephew, now knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Now it is her turn to shed a teardrop from her eye. She wants to go near him, but isn't sure to do what, exactly. Does she want to hug him and tell him it wasn't his fault? Or does she want to reassure him that he is as much guilty as Semele? She isn't sure. So she just stands where she is, watching as Dionysus stands back up, rubs his face with his hands, sniffles a bit, and tries to come back to his calm composure.*

Dionysus: *sighs heavily* Sometimes I just wished I never came back. Wished Styx would just....... drown me or something.

Hera:

Dionysus: Would've been enough to cheer you up, no?

Hera: *lets out a constrained sigh and looks away from Dionysus*

Dionysus: *nods* Thought so. *bows down to her and leaves, closing the chamber doors behind him, while Hera watches him do so.*

[yoshidatommy]

Why Jason is Jotaro Kujo from JJBA Part 3:

1)same initials (J.K.)

2)both always wear caps

3)both are "jerk with a heart of gold" type

4)in both cases they fight with and then befriend (🌞🌞🌞) a nicer guy in green

5)also both deal with vampires

[beheamothscreamoth]

YTTD X Reader Excerpt ((Y/n) Meets Keiji)

I'm still in the process of writing everything, so this excerpt may be a bit different when I publish the fanfiction! But I had to share this, asdfghj- It's an extract when (Y/n) meets Keiji!

(Y/n) examined the blonde man. He was tall and wore a grey button-up shirt that revealed a bit of his collarbone. Over his shirt, he wore a simple dark vest. The man’s face had prominent bags under his grey eyes, making (Y/n) press her lips together in sympathy. Poor guy wasn’t getting enough sleep - if he did, then that would make him a bit more handsome. Aside from his eyebags, the other thing that stood out to (Y/n) was his muscular arms. She was a fan of those arms.

“I like your arms,” (Y/n) said.

“Thank you,” the man replied.

[roninkairi]

You can only reblog this today.*

*PLEASE READ THE TAGS

[dykefaggotry]

the problem w modern sci fi is there's no camp. would you ever see a man dressed like this in 2024 star trek? no

a woman dressed like this?

what about these guys?

what about this crime?

meanwhile modern trek just looks like this

WHERE is the cunt! the camp! the garish colors!

[wewrutuwertrer]

black holes are 'some kind of superstars' too

[silver-horse]

nooo beloved mutual don't be a swiftie you are so sexy haha

[fraudefiscal]

i'm killing myself what's up with these fags (affectionate)

[copypastus]

What if acotar antagonists got the same level of justification as our 'heroes' from the Night Court did?

[asbestos-11]

they're so sick and disgusting, i need to shoot them on sight (said lovingly)

reblogs highly encouraged *cocks gun*

[hychlorions]

quick goodbyes

[museaway]

I wish I could write anything as quickly as tumblr collectively invented an entire film

[ohno-the-sun]

Something possessed me

Love the gitm boys 🙏

Gooooo check out @venomous-qwille ‘s fic it’s so well written

[meebles]

Obi-Wan knows he’s being rather old-fashioned about this.

Cody Fett is his own man, and he certainly doesn’t need his father’s permission to get married. But Obi-Wan figures it’s still the courteous thing, to at least make his intentions known before he proposes.

After Obi-Wan tells Jango as much, the man stares at him silently for an unnerving amount of time, before he sighs.

“You don’t need my blessing, if that’s what you’re asking… it’s the rest of them you need to worry about.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “The rest of them?”

—

“So,” Fox starts, sitting down on the chair across from him. “You think you’re good enough to marry my brother?”

“Fox, please,” Obi-Wan says, pained. “You know me. I’ve been dating Cody for years. Is this all really necessary?”

Fox just raises a brow. “I hope you cleared your schedule. You’re going to be here awhile.”

Obi-Wan looks to the door, behind which he knows the rest of Cody’s brothers are waiting. All nineteen of them.

He turns back to Fox, who takes that as his cue to fully launch into what’s likely meant to be a speech, but feels more like an interrogation.

Obi-Wan bites back a groan. For Cody, even this particular brand of torture is worth it.

[beamattack]

assorted Persona 3 scribbles (i finished the game a couple of days ago)

[uncanny-tranny]

Good news! You aren't required to make your hobbies and passions "marketable." In fact, your crafts, hobbies, and passions don't even need to be public if you so choose. You don't have to spend all of your energy becoming perfect if you aren't enjoying the process. You are not a product, you are a person, a creative, and your work also does not need to be a product.