#but divine intervention stopped that

[tumatawa]

Whart the

[nonbinarymissdude]

omg redo? naur

[rowanisawriter]

this conversation is even more insane when you remember that achilles is like ten feet away right out of this frame, is it his eternal punishment to hear these two idiots in complete denial getting loudly divorced DAILY forever

[prophetickisser]

if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand

wishbone, richard siken

[daddy-long-legssss]

as it’s been 13 years since the release of Suck It and See, i had give special recognition to one of my all-time favourite arctic monkeys records. 

although it’s not as lyrically clever or deeply layered as its predecessor Humbug or as critically acclaimed as AM, to me it holds up as one of their best albums. 

i think there’s a mindset that simplicity doesn’t equate to greatness but i couldn’t think more the opposite. the fact that they stripped down the sound and brought it back to place of coherence makes it all the more captivating and accessible. and after all, sometimes the best things in life are simple. 

i always think about alex talking about the emotional impact of a song outside of the lyrical elements and leon russell’s lyric: and if my words don’t come together, listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding, and i believe that applies perfectly to Suck It and See. one listen to ‘that’s where you’re wrong’ and that opening chord and jangling guitar riff alone captures a indescribable feeling and transports you to another world. 

it’s the ultimate summer album and best enjoyed outside in the warm sunshine or on the beach or driving along the coastline. it captures the feeling of pure, unadulterated happiness. the entire album sounds incredibly nostalgic but also timeless.

i don’t know what else to say besides the fact that i just love this album with my entire being and that alex during this era will forever reside in a special little place in my heart.

[brainrotcharacters]

sorry but that's so hot

[kiyoitiepie]

i can’t believe joe gets this many chances to be a fucking simp

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading the next chapter which includes Irving's funeral and Crozier reminiscing about his interrogation of Hickey. This latter section has no right to be as funny to me as it is so I think it deserves its own post.

Some things that happen during Hickey's Post-Murder Interrogation:

Crozier orders Hickey to strip further and further until he's down to his underwear, shivering in the cold. It's literally the first thing the Captain says to him as he enters the tent. (I imagine the practical purpose was to check whether there was any blood or other evidence on Hickey's person but still, delightfully bizarre with some fascinating sexual undertones.)

Hickey, of course, lies his arse off throughout but does so very badly to oddly hilarious effect:

He tries to say he never insisted on going off alone to find Irving, even though everyone else says he asked to do so several times.

He attributes signs of blood under his fingernails to the scurvy and dysentery they're all suffering from and the bleeding it causes 'on the seat', so to speak. "Are you saying that a Royal Navy petty officer on my ship wipes his arse with his fingers, Mr Hickey?" is Crozier's excellent reply.

He fully just makes a fucking imaginary wife up out of nowhere - it kind of starts as a throwaway line but then he commits to it because Crozier, the weirdo that he is, knows off-hand that Hickey's muster papers had him marked as an unmarried man. "Oh, my Louisa's been dead going on seven years now, Captain. Of the pox. God rest her soul."

He denies calling Irving "a whoremaster and a liar" even though multiple men across both ships have attested that he's been saying shit like that constantly.

And finally - the pièce de résistance, the cherry on top of the whole shit sundae - Hickey insists that he, along with many of the other men, thought of Irving AS A SON?!! "I swear to you, I didn't say no such thing. A lot of us looked on poor Lieutenant Irving sorta like a son. A son." Like, Hickey, baby, first of all - canonically he's older than you. Secondly, he isn't your son just because you kind of wanted to make him call you 'Daddy'...!

[steamanband]

Big sucker for characters who have very fair reasons to become cynical and mean but don't. This post is about my oc

[vvachillessongvv]

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Chapter 9 of Not Divine Intervention is up 🥳

He knew logically that the label they'd slapped on what they were doing didn't matter. That he felt so deeply and intensely they could have called it anything- Simon didn't have to be his to hold Wille's heart in his palms. Wille had just been careless, desperate in his need to have him even when he knew it wouldn't be a permanent hold. Some sick part of his head whispered to him that the hold was permanent. That Simon would hold his bleeding heart until the fucking world stopped spinning.

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[in-tua-deep]

asleep me has just decided to start world building i guess

Imagine: you are a misfit teenage boy, a con artist. You have a best friend - or maybe a brother? You two are as close as family regardless. You're in a refugee camp when you pull a con - you pass your best friend off as the newly orphaned son of a noble or something. It's just a ploy - to give him an in with the other wealthy kids so you can steal.

Except… he doesn't really give it up? You ask a couple of times when you're leaving, but Will, your best friend, keeps putting it off. He's fallen in with a new crowd. One that respects him, elevates him. And those new friends? Well, they don't exactly like you.

Will starts sending you off on errands when he's with his friends. You go easily, because you want to be helpful, and you ignore the hushed laughter of his shiny new friends. You go on your fake little missions designed to get rid of you.

That's how you meet the Goddess.

Imagine a clearing, golden light, and a beautiful woman who calls you a trickster and says you are destined to be enemies. Imagine freeing the three chained sun gods by accident. (By fate?) Except you tell the goddess that you don’t believe in fate, and what if you become friends instead?

(You offer to steal her, and she agrees - a fine trick indeed, wouldn't you say?)

After this instance you find something out. You can use magic now? But also it seems like you have been cursed as well - you can’t die. Fate rearranges itself every time. A shield moves to a position it wasn’t in before. A sword misses its mark. You are Loved By Fate and it is an Issue.

Time passes and your best friend grows - and you have to use magic to grow with him. He’s a king now. You love him - he’s still your brother - but his smile is more and more strained every time he sees you.

Your goddess takes many forms travelling with you. Sometimes she is a woman, sometimes she is golden magic inside of a pouch. Sometimes she is a child and travels with you, and somehow you get separated with her like that. The king finds her, and immediately is taken with her. He decides to try and find a family for this child who is shy of everyone, and offers for any individual to come and try their luck to see if the child will take to them

You are the last person to try, not because you don't think your goddess will choose you, but because you are worried even if she does the king will not let her go

The king's friends stop you. You know their faces - they are the same bullies they have always been. They accuse you of being cursed because you never die no matter how many dangerous missions the king sends you on. The suicide missions.

They attack you, and they might be cruel but they aren’t stupid. Their ringleader realizes that it must be magic shifting his shield to protect you from the lethal blows.

(You can see every lethal blow that doesn’t land play through your head. The worlds that did not come to pass. You don’t tell them the number of times they murdered you in this fight. It wouldn’t change anything.)

You manage to escape and run up to the king’s room. Using fate’s magic so much has stripped you away of other magics - you look young again. Awkward and gangly with no facial hair (the way you always have since meeting a goddess and becoming something more than human)

He’s in there with an elven woman, a noble of some kind who is wise and anyone with eyes can see the king is in love with her. (You can see in her eyes that she does not love him back, not in that way.)

The king, after some debate, decides to let you try

(He doesn’t comment on your appearance - maybe he just thinks you have a baby face without your beard. Maybe the way he avoids looking you in the eyes means he doesn’t even notice.)

You reunite, and it is beautiful - your goddess surges forward into your arms and kisses you, and you feel fates magic coursing through you and soothing over the exhaustion from the fight.

But the king doesn’t see a goddess and he doesn’t see the magic - he sees a child and he draws his sword. He says many things - that he didn’t expect you to stoop this low. That he once called you his friend.

(How long has it been since that felt genuine?)

Something goes cold in you and enough is enough. Your goddess’s magic courses through you, and you will not be separated again. You use magic to blast them back, use magic to stun them, and use magic to make you and your goddess into a rat that scurries away into the walls

The magic is powerful enough that a cascade of golden chains has manifested down the wall of the room, branching downward like a geometric tree and each one tipped with an amulet with a large inset ruby

The king and the noble awaken, and the king is furious. But the elven woman looks like all her questions have been answered

She talks about how there haven’t been terrible fires throughout the lands, despite all signs pointing to the fact that the sun gods have been unchained

She names you - trickster, calamity

In mythology apparently you are symbolized by a massive golden peacock, each "feather" in your tail with ruby-gem eyes like the chains on the wall

You are named such because you are the only creature capable of going against fate and changing it

(your train of feathers is instead a train of chains - all the fates that you have broken)

(It should make you enemies with your goddess, but you decided in that clearing twenty years ago that you were friends instead)

Apparently on your suicide missions, you have been helping. Wherever you could, you changed the fate of entire cities and towns and prevented the wildfires of the Sun gods from ravaging the kingdom

The elven woman opens a portrait that has a nook behind it. You are sitting there - well, not you exactly. But a copy of you. You are a trickster and love mischief, and you love secret spaces and those who choose to look in them. That’s enough for a part of you to be present, looking sixteen and glowing with golden light

She speaks in the ancient language to you - and you speak it back without thinking. You tell her she’s just as hot as Will with a wink and it makes her laugh. Will cannot understand what you are saying, but you don’t care right now. He’s your best friend, but you aren’t his, and it hurts

He calls you immature, and the elven woman says you’re only sixteen. He snaps back that you are a thirty-six year old man. She shakes her head, and says that you haven’t been since you Awakened. Gods are different, after all

(Maybe it was the differences that drove you apart? Maybe it’s your fault? But if that is the truth then why was there already so much distance between you? You do not ask your goddess if there was a path where you still would have been close.)

You don’t feel like a god, you feel like a person who is just trying their best. You feel tired. You feel sad. Maybe that’s why you are the one who bends fate - you’re the only one that cares enough to try.

Anyway that’s when I woke up but I like my trickster - important to note that he is a redhead with a bit of a baby face

[themillipedeslaw]

I saw this shirt in a TikTok and I think I drew actually the worst thing ever oh my god

[lifenconcepts]

PNRKNFONDNSINSOCLNFKENSN MMMMY HANDS FEEL PAINFULLY COLD, I TOUCHED COLD WATER AND IT SEEMS WARM, IM SORT IF SHAKING BUT I LIKE THAT, I SEE MY VEINS AND THEYRE SO BEAUTOFUL, I WANT ICICLES TO FORM WITHIN MY PUPIL AND BATS TO INHABIT MY HEART, FOR TRAINS TO CRASH MY SKULL OPEN AND THE PAVEMENT TO HUG MY BLOOD, THE SKY IS STARING DOWN AT ME AND IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THE ABYSS HAS NO DEAL WITHIN MY LIFE, AND YET A DELICACY OF LIFE ENTERTAINS MY THOUGHTS BEYOND THE AVERAGE HUMAN SIGHT. I STRIVE FOR UNDERSTANDING YET FACE OFF GOD IN THE PUREST FORM, FEELING MY BOWELS STING WITH POISONED ANGELS, AND THE FOREST ACHES TO SEE ME RETURN TO IT AS I HAJXJCJDIKAAHSHHEHJAJAKSJSHDNRNJABIZHIGGDEUGSGUUGSIZGIHIEIBAIZOJFONEJAKDKRJBJAVUAGHSHQHHHAHAHHJJAJSJJSJSJSHAHHDHDHAHHAHEHJEELLPPHDJJSJAJAHJSJXJCKEBKENSOSONXKSVKZBBKXBKBMWBKQBLBOEHORHINKC

[transkingcobra]

I- Shadowheart? Shadowheart please you can’t just learn to walk through walls then fuck off to Neverland without us, come on, take the sad pathetic men with you, please

[scottsumrners]

It's actually so depressingly funny that joe biden could've ended his one-term presidency and be remembered as "kind of a centrist asshole, but probably not the worst one to ever be president", but he's so committed to eating israel's ass that not only is he gonna run again AND LOSE but his legacy will forever be "genocide joe".

[athenianblessings]

Is it bad that the minute i saw this i was like "I want to draw the gold saints in this" and i was physically stopped by my own brain