#i want it to be fun when it posts 🥺

[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have some more Medusa au snippets to share 👉👈

Ok but it's unedited

Medusa and the Blind Woman

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Lexa breaks the surface of the cooling water. Feels the sun-warmed air caress her face as she treads the rock of the sea. It's more bearable now, the pleasant mix of ocean salt and island stagnant heat. She wades inward up the sandbank to the shore, pausing at the sight of Clarke sat right where she'd left her and fighting with the impulse to cover her nudity  before remembering that's not at all necessary. Logically, she knows this, though she still feels the rush of pink that blots her cheeks as she curls her arms around her waist and slushes up to the beach in hurried steps. 

"Where'd you go?" Clarke calls as soon as Lexa's only a few feet away, blue eyes drifting toward the sound of water lapping around Lexa's ankles as she keeps her distance and uses her trusty shred of cloth to wick away the rivulets of water running down her face. 

"For a swim." Lexa tosses the rag down to cushion herself, drawing on the fresh shift she'd laid out before in and settles into her seat beside Clarke in the sand. "I like to take a dip after a long afternoon. Rinse off the sweat. Slowly relax the muscles."

The moment feels awkward when all Clarke does is nod and continues braiding a few pieces of beach grass. 

"You could… go with me next time," Lexa says, halting and stilted even in her own ears. "If you'd like."

Clarke turns just enough for Lexa to catch the barest hint of a smirk. "Thanks for the invite, but uh, I'll most definitely have to decline."

"Next time, though. Another afternoon. Maybe you'll feel up to it then."

"Doubtful."

"Why just say no? You don't know how you'll feel then."

Blonde hair gets shook loose and back from her face as Clarke lifts her head from her work, turning toward Lexa to show the full breadth of her smile. "For starters, I don't know how to swim."

All Lexa can manage is a few owlish blinks. "I... I beg your pardon?"

"Oh. I didn't take you for the begging type."

An unseen roll of her eyes is all Lexa can muster as she chooses to ignore that comment entirely. "How can you not know how to swim? You're on an island. Surrounded by water."

Clarke exclaims in faux surprise over poorly contained laughter. "No! Really? Here I just thought the flooding season was bad."

Lexa fails to find the humor. "I was referring to the fact that you sailed here. Poorly, albeit, but sailed nonetheless. How could you possibly manage that without being able to swim?"

"Mm. Well, I didn't so much sail as determinedly drifted in the general direction they pointed my boat, and prayed for the best. Hence my graceful entrance." Clarke gives her one last fleeting glimpse of her rueful smile and turns back to the suddenly consuming work of twining blades of grass. "That's rather different from swimming."

"But that still doesn't entirely answer my question."

Clarke's fingers pause in their rhythmic pattern. "They didn't think my learning to swim was a priority growing up," she says after a moment, so hushed Lexa can barely hear her over the lapping waves beyond them. "When I lost my sight, everyone just… stopped paying any mind to teaching me things like that. And after a while, I stopped asking as well. Instead I just learned to figure things out as best I could as I went."

Lexa watches her let out a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling under the weight of thoughts she doesn't share.

The moment passes on a shrug, small and with no heart behind it as Clarke carries on with the delicate twists of her fingers. 

The thought of Clarke, this loud and boisterous and borderline obnoxious woman slowly closing herself off settled like a stone in her mind. Anger rose up inside of her, the one that curdled and soured deep in the pit of her stomach every time she thought of the people who'd sent this woman here to do their bidding.

Or be lost in the fray trying. 

The implications of Clarke's words make Lexa feel restless in her skin, mind working with great visions of revenge. Of scolding words and swift acts of vengeance. Of finding each person who'd cast Clarke aside as some nuisance, as not with their time, as some annoyance akin to a bothersome fly, and explaining to them exactly how deluded they are. 

Forcefully. 

She watches Clarke's profile for a moment longer, feeling the somber beat of her heart as her eyes trace the slope of her cheek and the cleft of her chin, the way lashes flutter in the gentle breathes of wind.

"I could teach you," she offers, the words out before she can give it much thought. Because in the few scant moments that had passed in silence, she'd decided the resigned calm that has settled over Clarke's sun-kissed features simply would not do.

Clarke straightens with a laugh.

She thinks Hercules himself would scoff at her efforts not to blush at the immediate thought that floods her; that somehow, Clarke is even more beautiful when she smiles.

"Excuse me?" Clarke says around a snort. "You're going to have to repeat yourself, I think I just hallucinated you being kind."

Lexa clears her throat at the wriggling that's taken up residence low in her belly and looks back out over to the safer rip tides of the water. "I said I could teach you to swim. If you want."

"And why would you want to do that?"

"You're surrounded by water, Clarke," Lexa reasons with a useless gesture toward the sea. "Being on an island and not knowing how to swim is… Well. It's almost as stupid as living in a cave and wearing threadbare sandals."

The comment earns her a rogue handful of grass blades thrown directly in her face. "You're an ass," the little criminal says in the aftermath of her assualt. 

"I'm right though," Lexa says, barely able to temper the sound the smile in her words that she tries (and fails) to bite back. "And it would be easy enough, I'm sure. I used to teach the children in the village by the temple. I can't imagine teaching you would be any different… The intrinsic difficulties in your personality and agreeableness aside."

Clarke scoffs and lounges back on the beach to rest her weight on her palms. "You using this as an opportunity to insult me really doesn't bode well as foreshadowing."

Lexa snorts and leans back as well. 

Mirrors her position in the sand. 

"So?"

"So?"

"So swimming lesson tomorrow?"

Clarke sucks in a deep breath, ribs bowing and collapsing with a force that Lexa absolutely does not trace from the corner of her eyes, before Clarke finally lets a hum. "I suppose it couldn't hurt… And if you insist."

"If you don't want to—"

"No," Clarke cuts her off as her head snaps around. "You already set the plan. I'm being dragged along, but this is still very much your plan. You can't just cancel your own plan, so… I guess I don't have a choice, do I."

The feigned weariness of her voice has Lexa hiding a smile into her shoulder and burying traitorous wiggling toes deeper in the sand. "Right. Well then. I'll wake you up at sunrise—"

"Sunrise?" Clarke practically yelps with a look of horrified devastation. "Are you insane?"

"The waves here tend to be at their most calm in the morning," Lexa explains. 

"Sunrise, though? No. Forget it."

"Clarke."

"I don't need to learn how to swim. I do need my beauty sleep."

Lexa laughs and shakes her head. "Believe me, you do not."

She doesn't realize what she's said until blue eyes turn soft, teeth racking at the pink swathe of Clarke's lower lip as Clarke looks to bite back a smile.

With another coughed clearing of her throat Lexa sits up, nodding to herself as she brushes her hands together to rid herself of the suddenly annoying grit of sand and grass that clings to them. "Right, so. Tomorrow morning then."

[reineydraws]

renkaza sketches based off the opening scene of the bear 2x09 bc the shots were nice :') less nice was me squinting at the low-lit scenes trying to make out their features and getting mad at my screen's glare but i digress 😂

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[theshadowrealmitself]

Can we get more Spider-Man content? I’ve already read through all of the current ones, and I crave more. All of your posts are great and I’d love to see more of them.

I’d love to make more fun posts but I’m still recovering from being sick rn and classes just started back so I’ve been mostly suffering these past few days so my brain just hasn’t really been working 😭

But! I can leave this one thought for you:

Peter Parker working for Norman Osborn while he’s still an undergraduate and getting into a whispered heated argument with him when Norman a) takes one of Peter’s designs and unveils it without crediting him and also b) removes safety features from it to make it cheaper to manufacture it

Peter quits on the spot when he realizes Norman isn’t sorry for what he’s done and isn’t gonna make things right, and Norman threatens him with never getting to “work in this town again” and good luck proving those were his designs and Oscorp’s also keeping all of Peter’s other stuff that they’ve stolen from him

(This is about the time that Norman’s started taking the goblin serum so he’s just at absolute peak asshole™️ mode)

Within seconds of Norman telling Peter he won’t stand a chance against Oscorp’s legal team, especially as a broke college student, Matt Murdock shows up after sprinting towards them (his super hearing letting him hear the entire argument) to hand Peter his business card and let him know he’ll take his case pro-bono

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Guys... I can't keep this hidden anymore.

Orcas are my favorite animal in the whole wide world and I'm TIRED of pretending they're NOT 😫😫😫

[drawthething]

Gene's fear of being alone probably peaks after watching horror movies. Like silence'd intimidate him so much he'd turn the TV on maximum volume while banging on a frying pan playing his keyboard like a nut. Or he'd call Bob & Linda being like: "Mom, I don't know if you're having your 15th mini croissant or not but I'm half way through The Exorcist right now and Ken's not picking up my call I THINK YOU SHOULD COME HOME- "

[hivepixels]

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[skitskatdacat63]

2005 Chinese Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso(ft. Flavio Briatore)

[singsweetmelodies]

watching the alpines qualify dead last... my immediate thought was "oh it's going to be sympathy kisses+ for Pierre all season long in the your lips, my lips (apocalypse) universe" 💀

oh my gosh, HI 🤭😍 well this ask made me grin far too fondly down at my phone screen... it just means SO much that people are still thinking of this fic universe even though it hasn't been updated in forever. 🥺 i am really SO touched!

and i also agree COMPLETELY! sympathy kisses all night long, for sure... perhaps even a sympathy blowjob or two... or even (since charles has once again reminded us that he's not sensitive to bottoming) a sympathy fuck 😏 but whatever the case might be, you can bet your ass that they'll definitely be in each other's beds in the 2023 kisses fic 'verse <3333 😘

[jrueships]

tbh tho i think my art is fugly af LMFAO

[toastsnaffler]

what's even more embarrassing is that they're literally doing this to celebrate a mutual friend finishing exams earlier this week like this is not even remotely about me and here I am making it all about myself yet again!!!!! I feel so guilty

[softpine]

i didn’t watch the stream (i’d rather be surprised) but i haven’t seen even 1 complaint on my dash which is literally unheard of so i’m very excited :’)

[akkivee]

randomly crying about iwasaki-san and hayama-san seeing each other as rivals and the symbiotic friendship that formed because of that relationship 😭😭😭

[piipaw]

Before I post this first chapter-- does anyone have any recommendations for like actually posting fic on ao3?

I say this as someone who thinks of a title and summary at the point of posting, panic writes my tags in with a few little funny jabs in there to cut my anxiety, and send it into the wild and hope it resonates w at least one other person before pretending I don't remember posting it.

I know some ppl post like promos here on tumblr and I'd be willing to try that for this specific one if it's recommended, but as far as titling/summaries/tagging go: what are tips/recommendations/things you look for when deciding?

[tracybirds]

not to project too hard onto a fictional character but at what point did it just become so standard for John to get high grades in academics that his family stopped acknowledging it because that was the norm

[sappho-knight]

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