#but i had to for her <33

[sunshineandviolets]

Wishing upon the night sky, for someone to call my own. sun shining through stormy clouds, warm rain dancing, hands entangled. a smile, a laughter, a home, so I am no longer left alone.

Happy birthday to my girl Jasmine <3 !!!

[jackshiccup]

affectionate chin tilts my beloved.. (perhaps in the same universe as my college/long distance au)

[nonranghaes]

thank u to the lovely @thepixelelf for the idea haha her tags inspired this!! <3

"HANSOL VERNON CHWE."

vernon nearly fumbles with the mic in his hands, cord slipping from his grasp as he hears your voice ring out across the room. he can see how everyone else is staring at him now, the heat traveling up his neck. seungcheol stands across from you, headset pulled half-way off his ears as he stares at vernon, brows furrowed.

the room is silent. he looks around. "... yeah?"

"if you drop that mic... you're paying for it." your gaze bears heavily into his own, and you narrow your eyes for a moment before turning back to seungcheol.

he looks down to where he's holding it properly now (no longer swinging it by the chord, trying to look cool... admittedly for no one but himself), and he hears mingyu snort, and when vernon looks over, he can see seungkwan suppressing a smile, too.

seungkwan speaks low enough that the conversation stays between them, "not even their own boyfriend is immune..."

"aw, c'mon, i was mishandling it," vernon says. "it's not a big deal."

"he's whipped," mingyu snorts again, looking over to seungkwan. "they brought out the full name and everything."

vernon rolls his eyes, moving back to put the mic into its stand. barely seconds after he's made sure its secure, you're over by him, gaze meeting his own.

"hi?"

"thank you," you say quietly. with a quick glance around, you lean in, lips brushing against his cheek for barely a second. "are we... still going out tonight?"

he smiles. "yeah, of course," he toys with the chord still, adjusting the mic. when you don't move away immediately, he goes to speak... only to see the way you turn your cheek to him, tapping it despite your flustered look.

vernon doesn't hesitate. he leans in, lips lingering on your cheek longer than yours did. he knows someone is looking, but you don't shy away, and he's glad to show off his affection for you. you walk away, and he sees your tiny smile as you go to ask joshua about doing a mic check before rehearsal.

and behind him, seungkwan lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "he's gone."

[betweendyingstars]

Reg doing Lily’s hair

[upperranktwo]

☆Orihime Inoue☆

Happy Birthday Nada ♡ @shinixgami

[thekidsarentalright]

figured on not figuring myself out

my birthday gift to my dear bff kelci @josephtrohman <3!! i hope you love this, and happy birthday 💕!!!!

[frenchfry99]

Look who's back from yet another flight! 🌈✉️

Also him and his wifey as humans lol

(plus Daria being silly :3)

Being more of a background character, Sean would mostly be shown in some educational pieces of the show (mostly geographical themed) and a sort of "arts and crafts" lessons with Eddie, telling about all the lands, cultures and puppets Sean had a chance to see (and various fun stories from his flights too!).

Sean may come off as rather shy, but he's as energetic and talkative as his wife, who oftenly would join him on his part of episodes.

His job as a pilot is to fly puppet travelers on his plane from the neighborhood and/to all other places of colorful puppet world and/or delivering mail, which could include anything from various personal requests of neighbors, to new goods for bodega and to letters as well (maybe that's why he gets along so well with the neighborhood's mailman and bugdega owner?). So he's quite the busy bird I'd say!

Sean always has a joke or pun up his sleeve - this guy sure likes to have a good laugh!

He's transmasc, bi & poly

I'm super burned out and dry on ideas lately so I'll infodump more abt him later 💔💔 local himbo pilot my beloved-

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[itsnicsalad]

this was such a look ngl,, it has so much angst au potential idk idk,,

[celestinovietti]

baby of the group incapable of staying still for the family portrait

[yeehawbiatch]

the 1989 (taylor's version) vault solving is so chaotic to make up for the fact that speak now (taylor's version) didn't get one and this is a scientific fact

[gingermintpepper]

You're not wrong, but all the gods are terrible in Blood of Zeus. It's why Gaea goes scorched earth.

Actually, I'd argue that we only see a case for the older Olympians* being terrible and even then, it's not all of them: Poseidon, for one, is a really good example of someone who understood that mistakes were made, that something had to give, and was more that ready to set old conflicts aside in order to move forward in the wake of Zeus' death. Hera also seems to be genuinely reflective and apologetic for the crimes she wrought and wanted, more than anything, to be given the opportunity to make amends for her actions by doing the one thing everyone thought she never could; give up her power.

Going down the line, the talking point of "oh, all the gods in Blood of Zeus are terrible" becomes weaker and weaker: Apollo's only actual crime is being too filial/his contempt of Hera, but he shows more compassion and understanding than anything - both while comforting Electra about the nature of her son and by welcoming and supporting Heron, Hermes is also similarly shown with a very strong familial loyalty, but prioritises his work above all else, Hephaestus is a councillor and assistant, Athena is protective and shown, not only rallying together her siblings in order to properly inform them of the nature of the foe they were facing (even when they had been on different sides of the Hera/Zeus conflict and even when it casts Hera in a good light and plainly makes it known that she's being framed) but also getting Persephone to fess up her part in the scheme without resorting to violence.

The only gods that were portrayed poorly in Season 2 were Ares, who feels like he'd be better off being called Damian Wayne with how intensely he's preoccupied with blood purity and being Zeus' legitimate son, Aphrodite who sides with him (but even then is shown feeling ill at ease at going along with his treachery prior to the Eleusinian Stone trial), and Demeter who is so far removed from simply 'being an asshole' that she's hurtled headfirst into being a sadistic supervillain.

(Of course Hades is also a tyrant and an asshole but I also consider him too wishy-washy and inconsistent to figure out what angle they were trying to take with him. I can't think of him as good or bad, merely confusing)

Anyway, I think people hold on to the idea that the gods in BoZ are all assholes too closely because Heron and Seraphim, our main characters, hold on to the idea that ALL gods are assholes due to being the pawn of -counts on fingers- exactly two of them. With the exception of Ares, all of the other gods have been nothing but welcoming and supportive of Heron! And what Hades does to Heron in S2 has nothing to do with his feelings about Heron himself but rather with his own goals and desperations that have been multiplied by Demeter's machinations and his own frustrations at being unable to keep his family together.

[thedeadthree]

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[iloveacronix]

Doods b4 school tomorrow😭

ONLY FOCUS ON YOUNG DR. SAUNDER SAUNDERS HE'S THE BEST NOODLE I MADE AND I GAVE HIM A DIFF HAIRSTYLE BC HIS ORIGINAL LOOKS LIKE AN ICE CREAM SCOOP IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS HEAD👹👹

[kheyys-worms]

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[nox-sssscraps]

Gawd I’m. it’s 4:20am and I’ve been listening to exclusively the new 21 savage album since it dropped last night and I’m thinking abt my ocs . And spacewaffles I suppose

[kitas-cleaning-supplies]

Kiyoomi scrunches her nose. She’ll never get Motoya’s obsession with plants. It was fine when it was just succulents, those are easy enough to take care of, but flowers fucking reek. It’s not a bad smell per say, but it’s stupidly strong in this shop, even with her mask up.

They’re pretty at least, she’ll give them that.

She’s debating between the pretty blue flowers and the silly, warm yellow ones. Motoya should have never trusted her judgment, how’s she supposed to resist the urge to tease her for always being in a yellow coloured team? At least Kiyoomi can say she’s escaped it in the Black Jackals cause gold isn’t yellow.

“Is there anythin’ I can help you with?” A pretty blonde girl in a red apron asks. Kiyoomi nearly jumps out of her skin, where’d she come from?

“Um, can I get these?” Kiyoomi points at the two, ready to bolt out of here because Employee Girl is way too gorgeous for her to not make a fool out of herself. Her palms are sweaty and she’s so grateful her mask is covering half her face.

The girl leans in way too close to Kiyoomi’s space and reads the labels, “Cornflower and fressia? I can put them together for you but d’you wanna check out the white freesia’s instead? They’d be real pretty together.”

“Yeah, sure.” Kiyoomi could be asked for her credit card information right now and she’d hand it over no questions asked. What did she ask her for again?

“Great, they’re over this way.” Employee Girl walks away and what else is Kiyoomi supposed to do but follow?

The flowers they stop at all look the same to Kiyoomi but she holds her breath as the girl talks about a few different ones, pointing them out and saying stuff about how pretty things look prettier together. Her name tag reads “Miya O.” A pretty name for a pretty girl. She wonders what the O stands for.

“That sound good?”

Kiyoomi nods, Miya’s voice sounds great in fact.

“Well you’re in luck! We finished our orders for today so I can put it together for ya right now but please submit a request a few days in advance next time. We’re pretty busy during the afternoon so ya picked a decent time to come in.”

Miya picks a few different flowers and the blue ones from before – the cornflowers – and heads to the back. Kiyoomi wants to protest but she’s just a customer and Miya’s an employee doing her job.

Miya peeps her head out after closing the door. She bites her lip before calling out, “Can I ask ya for a favour?”

“Uh, sure.”

“If ya see a girl with my face try an’ clock in, tell her she’s s’pposed to be in bed right now. My sister’s a bit of a workaholic, I stole her name tag this mornin’ for her own good.”

She assumes Miya means that she’s a twin but that’s not fair to her at all. She’s just a girl. Kiyoomi only hopes she won’t have to see the two of them together. One pretty girl’s bad enough for her heart as is.

The time passes by in a blur. At one point she’s keeping a vague eye out for Miya’s clone to walk in while looking at the different flowers; the next she’s being given her bouquet, paying for it, and waving bye to the prettiest girl in the world.

Oh well, it’s not like she’s the main character in a yuri manga.

Kiyoomi drops off the flowers at Motoya’s. She’s supposedly too busy taking care of her sick girlfriends to make the trip herself. Kiyoomi wonders if that excuse is just bullshit since it’s been months and she’s still not met Osamu and Rin yet. Unfortunately, Motoya’s apartment’s stuffy and reeks of sickness so maybe there’s some truth to Motoya’s words.

Maybe.

“You got the flowers?” Motoya closes her room door behind her, thankfully right before a loud sneeze is released by one of her definitely real girlfriends. Well there goes that bet Kiyoomi had going with Yachi.

“Yeah, I still don’t get why you can’t have a normal hobby. These things die in like, a week.”

Motoya fusses over the flowers for a bit, making them nice and pretty in a clean vase that held her last bouquet. “One, Samu gets all blushy when I give her flowers and two, I just like them. It’s low stakes responsibility that forces me to have my shit together.”

Kiyoomi snorts. Motoya’s always had her shit together, even if it looks like a mess on the outside. Her cousin is one of the most ruthlessly competent people she knows.

“Hey Kiyo, where’d you get these by the way?” Motoya asks cutting the store tag off a stem.

“Doesn’t it say there?” Kiyoomi asks. “Miya’s Boutique I think.”

“Well whichever employee rang you up left you a little something.” Motoya tosses the label to her with a smug little smirk.

Kiyoomi wants to shove her hand into her face to wipe it off but Motoya would lick her first and she doesn’t want to think about where her tongue’s been, sick partners or not.

She takes a look at the what Motoya meant and pretends like the name and numbers aren’t sending a rush of blood straight to her face. She carefully tucks it into a pocket while maintaining eye contact with her menace of a cousin. Motoya can smell the smallest twinge of embarrassment in a crowd and she is not to be trusted to mind her own business.

She laughs at nothing, like the airhead Kiyoomi’s always known her to be, but there’s something unsettling in the knowing glint in her eyes. Kiyoomi firmly ignores it: if it isn’t acknowledged, it isn’t real.

“Oh this is killing me, Kiyo you’ve gotta come over next week. Please I think I’ll die.” Motoya abandons her flowers in favour of hanging off of her arm and giving her stupid puppy eyes. “You can bring whoever left you their number. Actually, please bring them, you’ve gotta.”

Fuck, how’s Kiyoomi supposed to say no to her puppy eyes.

“Fine, but fat chance I bring her over.”

Motoya sniffs hautily, like Kiyoomi’s doing her a great disservice. “You’ll regret it.”

“Doubt it,” Kiyoomi sighs, hoping future-her doesn’t give in to Motoya’s ridiculous demands.

She leaves with a halfhearted wave, feeling preemptive disappointment in herself because she knows Motoya’s not going to let her go so easily. Whatever. She’s got better things to spend her energy on.

How many i's in a “hi” is too desperate to send?