#he learned a few things

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The peach tree beams so red, How brilliant are its flowers!

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[tommygotwrittenoff]

i literally do not care about big emergencies on abc's 911. i want to see my characters talk to each other and have stories that are parallels to small, everyday (everyday for first responders) emergencies

[odeu-m]

tf:one came out and made tf popular again so im outing myself as a ss fan

[foxstens]

kevin grew up without a microwave

[synonymroll648]

lil reminder that prentice was beacon of the golden towers before he was arrested. both he and wylie probably thought that they'd see each other in the towers when he was a level seven. and wylie probably thought he'd see tiergan around the base levels as a mentor too, since he was still teaching there before he resigned in protest of prentice's arrest. and prentice and leto were probably work buddies alongside being in a rebellion together, since leto was beacon of the silver tower presumably before and after prentice's arrest.

just. y'know. bits of prentice's life before, and how that must've impacted his loved ones all the more long-term.

[cassandra-silver]

This came to me earlier, and now I am utterly obsessed: While it was clear to me that Odysseus stabbing Poseidon wasn't any kind of Vengeance, there was one act of Vengeance after all, even if inadvertent—it was Odysseus disproving Poseidon's "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" belief right in front of his very eyes. With him as the subject, even.

Think about it—the fact that Poseidon remained ruthless and insisted on punishing Odysseus was the only reason he got stabbed repeatedly. If Poseidon had been merciful, if he had accepted Odysseus' offer of forgiveness, he would've been fine. His own ruthlessness backfired so hard on him this time that I am sincerely hoping it haunts him forever.

I am actually utterly obsessed with Poseidon thinking back to Odysseus "Maybe you could learn to forgive?" on a daily, no an hourly basis. I cannot and will not lie to you that is unironically my favorite moment in the whole Vengeance saga just because of what it says about both the characters—about Odysseus for offering and Poseidon for declining (and also because Odysseus sings it in Poseidon's own motif which is just absolutely brilliant.) And this makes me love it even more.

Poseidon was going to decline, we all know that. I don't think anyone watching—even Odysseus, probably—expected him to accept. But then I'm picturing him lying there, bleeding into the stone, and, against his will, wondering whether maybe he should have. Maybe if he had, he wouldn't be in pain. Maybe if he had not killed Odysseus' fleet ten years ago, he wouldn't be in pain either. Maybe this one time ruthlessness wasn't mercy upon himself—maybe this time, his one grand belief was wrong. Maybe ... it was always wrong.

Obviously, he would never admit to these thoughts, he would slap himself for having them one second later. But I simply need this self-proclaimed god of ruthlessness to be utterly haunted by that and question whether he made the right choice or no—whether he's even lived by the correct philosophy all his immortal life—and no matter what, be too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

He's trying to pretend like nothing changed, but the thoughts still remain. They pester him. They won't leave him alone. Especially every time someone—anyone—is kind to him for whatever reason, they come crashing back into him and they won't leave.

"What if my own ruthlessness hurt me that time?"

"What if ruthlessness isn't mercy upon ourselves after all?"

"What if I'm wrong?"

"What if I have always been wrong?"

The most dreadful thoughts imaginable to a god as proud and stubborn and old as Poseidon, but they're there now and he can't do anything about them. You all don't understand how much I NEED this god to jolt up in his bed at 3 am after having a dream or nightmare about something related to one of his many ruthless deeds (maybe even sinking Odysseus' fleet) and go "BUT WHAT IF I HAD LEARNED TO FORGIVE?? WHAT IF I STILL COULD??" only to immediately slap himself for it because that's absolutely ridiculous.

He is left to watch this belief shatter before his very eyes as he's clinging to the remains of it desperately, trying to keep it all from crumbling. Not because he genuinely believes he's right anymore, but because he simply cannot imagine ... does not know how to live by any other philosophy.

No matter whether it's objectively correct or not, it's the very thing that defines him. The thing he's known for. He has built his entire image around this, he cannot give it up no matter what ... at least not quickly or without help.

But as much he would seek to deny it, his core belief has now been proven wrong; he has actually lived through an instance where it was wrong, and he can do nothing to erase those memories or conclusions from his mind no matter how much he yearns to go back to simpler times.

And that was the real Vengeance, guys—possibly the biggest, most painful existential crisis of Poseidon's immortal life. I rest my case.

Although before I disappear back into the void I simply must give a shout out to @o3o-lapd-o3o (this came to me during a conversation in one of their comment sections for the glorious Friends In Higher Places AU, which is quite possibly my favorite piece of EPIC fan content that exists ...)

[gatakat]

it's funny that my insane obsession with kita began when i was writing a sakusa fic where he was supposed to be jealous that the black jackals were trying to set his manager!reader up on a blind date with kita

atsumu was like "wait you're into gardening? what do you say to a date with my friend who is a farmer? he's really nice he just hasn't seen a woman his age in ages because he lives in the middle of nowhere"

and the reader was like "well i dont know with the distance and all..." but atsumu insisted so much she ended up agreeing to go on one date with kita

and then i couldn't help but imagine that kita would show up to the date all sweet gentle smiles with a freshly ironed shirt and flowers... and sakusa was history

i guess he had every right to be jealous lol

[psymachine]

*clicks the record button on my microcassette player*

macdennis talking about hooking up with college girls before dennis takes mac to his first college party. nervous, mac begrudgingly asks what girls actually want you to do with their tits. dennis jumps on the opportunity to flex his relative sexual experience and launches into a presentation on nipple play and tit-sucking. mac is such a poor student that eventually dennis has to offer himself as practice model and critic (no, dude, it's basically not even gay since they're not touching mouths or dicks -- like, it's basically nothing.)

they both get carried away and dennis goes to the party with his nipples chafing against the soft cotton of his shirt. neither of them score that night.

*clicks the button again and takes a creatively tortured sip of whiskey*

[fistfuloflightning]

When Ming Fan finally fought his way through the underbrush to where the Rift had appeared, it was already too late. Shizun and Luo Binghe stood at the edge of the yawning chasm, swords unsheathed and pointed at each other. He hadn’t thought much of it when Shen Qingqiu had flown past him so soon after the earthquake that had torn open the Rift, but he could now see there was something very wrong. Shen Qingqiu’s back was turned to Ming Fan and his face hidden, but he could see plainly the fear and confusion on Luo Binghe’s face. Along with the glowing, damning mark on his forehead. Something demonic.

Ming Fan gripped the foliage, forcing himself not to run out. Not yet. He’d end up dead or wishing he was. He had mocked Luo Binghe early in the Conference, yes, but he knew the younger boy had done nothing to merit this kind of punishment—!

In a matter of seconds, Xiu Ya had stabbed forward, Zheng Yang had shattered, and Luo Binghe had staggered back into the Rift.

Everything seemed to still.

Ming Fan sucked in an breath and darted out of the foliage—but it was too late. Luo Binghe’s arm vanished over the edge just as Ming Fan ran past their shizun. He lunged forward the last few feet, fingers clawing at Luo Binghe’s forearm just in time. Caught, held. The sudden weight had him crashing again against the ground and the wind was knocked out of him. The taste of charred earth mixed with that of fresh blood where he’d nearly bitten his tongue in half.

But that was inconsequential. Not when he could feel the weight at the end of his arm that told him he didn’t fail. Even when the only person he needed to acknowledge that fact was someone he couldn’t stand. No one deserves to die like this, Ming Fan thought viciously. Not even him.

Dangling below him, Luo Binghe’s eyes were wide with terror and confusion, at odds with the damning, demonic seal glowing on his forehead. But there was something like gratitude there as well, out of place and so painfully frail.

For a fragile second, it felt like they were breathing the same

“Shixiong—”

With a cry, he was wrenched from Ming Fan’s grip and into the Abyss below. Ming Fan’s cry was strangled in his throat.

He didn’t know how long he remained there, clenching the burned grass with white-knuckled fingers and straining his eyes to see through the acrid smoke that rose from the chasm for even the barest glimpse of Luo Binghe. But time moved on and the Rift sealed shut and when Ming Fan blinked and once more became aware of his surroundings, he realized he was not alone.

Shen Qingqiu loomed over him like a stone Buddha, face cold as jade. His spiritual sword was once more sheathed, his robes neat and not one hair out of place. As though he hadn’t had a hand in what had happened here.

“You… you killed him,” Ming Fan breathed, still unable to fully process what had just taken place. But that’s what it was, a death sentence fed to the hungry maw of the Endless Abyss.

Shen Qingqiu. “He was a stain upon our sect.”

Ming Fan could feel the rage slowly rise. “He was a disciple of Qing Jing Peak. He was your disciple.” Acknowledging it was like vinegar on his tongue but a boy was dead because of him. He stared at Shen Qingqiu as if seeing him for the first time. Stripped of his elegance and his masks…

“He was a demon.” Shen Qingqiu sneered down at him. “There is no need to explain to you why he needed to be eradicated.”

Ming Fan tore burning eyes away from that frigid, impassive mask. He couldn’t bear looking at the man he had so long idolized. Instead he stared at the ground, in fear he would do or say something he could not undo. And beside his knee he saw slivers of metal.

The shards of Zheng Yang, tangled in the burned grass. Ming Fan’s vision blurred and his breath grew sharp and ragged, anger slamming into him full force. He wrapped his fingers around the pieces, the razor pain of their edges grounding him as the rest of his world unraveled like poorly woven cloth. His shizun had failed him.

And he had failed his shidi.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Severance AU: Get me out of here.

[sysig]

Do not separate them /threatening (Patreon)

[itz-pandora]

Thank you guys for dealing with me

[shepscapades]

IM SORRY??

SHEP SHEPSCAPADES DO YOU WANT ME DEAD???

I just fully looked at Jimmy's playlist. and. HELLO??

THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. IT WAS NICE KNOWING EVERYBODY.

(Im staring at the playlist. VERRY hard. Specifically numbers 1, 2, 4, 10, 14, & 15. Looking at it with the force of 1000 suns, actually. Observing with the intensity of someone who is gnawing at ths bars of their enclosure, in fact./silly)

I'M GONNA LAUGH LDFKJ;SOTIHJSL IM SO SORRY PRETTY MUCH ALL OF THE SONGS YOU LISTED ARE VILLAIN!SHERRIF SONGS I'M PRETTY SURE?? This is like, the only WIP playlist that isn't in chronological order, but just glancing at them from what you've listed, For the Wicked, Bullet, How I'd Kill, and Cannibal (sort of), are all for villain jimmy and his complicated relationships with people when he's in that headspace LKFJDFG NOT THAT THAT MAKES IT ANY BETTER. BUT yeah i'm. im still crazy about jimmy that hasn't changed <3

[altruistic-meme]

someone said to give Chuuya stupid headcanons and so:

he crochets. not WELL, mind you, but he can make a mean granny square. though because he does it as a way to relax, his stitches always start out incredibly tight before eventually loosening a little bit later as he calms down, and so all of his granny squares end up kind of wonky.

anyway something something his hands and his humanity and using a part of him that is so well-known for destruction to instead create something for once.

[ilions-end]

i've been mulling over the absence of the concept of writing in the homeric epics. it's one of those things that's just fun trying to wrap my head around, especially when these epics are presented to me as text on a page.

the one single potential reference to writing is in the iliad when glaucus mentions "a folded tablet inscribed with many murderous symbols" that made the lycian king know that he should kill bellorophon. i love it as a (possible) attempt to describe a written letter to an audience that is not so much illiterate as pre-literate (?), with no real concept of a common alphabet used to convey meaning. beware this tablet with deadly symbols on it! it reminds me of those early internet infomercials and the challenge of describing a major leap in technology to laypersons ("did you know this gizmo can send an electronic letter to someone's screen on the other side of the world in seconds" type thing)

it's brought to mind in the lot drawing scene too, when the achaeans are deciding who should duel hector. when ajax' lot is picked, the herald doesn't know whose lot it is, because it's not like ajax (or any of the other heroes) have written their names or initials on the stones, because that's not a thing yet! they've drawn personal marks, and ajax' mark is shown to each hero one by one until ajax can see it and claim it as his. (personally i like to think he drew an elongated diamond shape or rectangle to represent his shield :3)

this is also why i roll my eyes whenever someone wants to do a big gotcha on the odyssey by asking "well why didn't odysseus (or menelaus, or someone else) just write penelope a letter at some point". genuinely bold of you to assume that odysseus (or penelope, or any ithacan or argive, or anyone in these stories) knows how to read or write, or even has a concept of a large-scale comprehensible way to convey complex ideas through nonfigurative symbols

[multifandom-lesbian09]

Okay I’m not gonna be one of those people who says “Ugh Mike doesn’t deserve El. They should break up and he can go be with Will” because if Mike doesn’t deserve El, then he certainly doesn’t deserve Will. But it’s not that he doesn’t deserve her. It’s that he doesn’t know how to be with her. He knows how to treat her like a friend that he sometimes kisses and had to force himself to tell her that he loved her. He and Will deserve each other because they know how to be together. They know how to be each other’s person. And Will deserves someone like that. And El deserves to get the chance to figure out who she is outside of “Mike’s girlfriend”.