#just to step outside

[lilislegacy]

did anyone else laugh every time annabeth mentioned her deep hated of hera and how hera would always just drop cow manure in front of annabeth on a daily

like hera is so petty. i cant

idk why but hera - queen of the gods - and annabeth - wisest daughter of athena - just rivaling like two petty high school bitches is the funniest thing ever im laughing just typing this

like annabeth is all calm and collected until hera enters the chat and then annabeth’s like that bitch can go f*** herself

i love it so much. her and percy are a match made in heaven. (except hera is queen of heaven, and marriage, and she despises them HAHAHAHA)

[ionomycin]

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[swordheld]

do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.

[inkskinned]

i know people are good because of this: the universe often assigns me side quests. in a circular strangeness; despite my inability to locate my-own-anything, i am almost-always finding someone else's lost things. dogs, coats, phones, cash, laptops. it happens so often it's almost tiring; suddenly being looped into a tiny amount of detective work.

but when i'm with other people who are not used to this: the response is almost invariably delight. yes, maybe they are simply thrilled by the mystery. it's just... they light up so much. i think maybe more... i think they like the opportunity to do something kind.

a few weeks ago, i was at a bar and i found a wallet as soon as we stepped outside. i felt nervous to ask for help, worried i would be holding up the night. i picked it up and said go on without me, i should help this get back to its home.

instead, three people pulled out their phones - to find him on facebook, to help cancel his credit cards. two people went back into the bar to tell the bartender, two others went calling down the street. group texts, facebook posts, instagram stories. people, without even seeing what happened, start offering help to me. fifteen minutes and: someone knows someone who knows the guy. the cheer that went up - just for finding him, just for this small thing. someone gets him on the phone. strangers dance around me, hopping on their feet - are you the girl that found that wallet? good for you, that's a good thing you're doing/same thing happened to me and somebody did what you're doing and i thank god everyday for people like you/i can't believe you found him so fast this is so exciting

i gave it back to him in a parking lot. i watched his shoulders sag with relief. there was cash in it still - he checked the pocket, and then sheepishly held the money out to me. i didn't take it. i held up my hands. "it's no problem, man. i know you'd do the same for me."

i don't know him, to be honest. i don't know if he is the same kind of person i am. but he nodded at me.

and i know people are good. i know people are good, because the way this story ends isn't surprising. we wave goodbye awkwardly. my friend loops their arm around me.

"i can't believe we got it back to him," they said. "i'm going to be riding that high for weeks."

[shortbreadly]

SHORT KING OZZIE IS BACK BABY

[neproxrezi]

someone else could write it better than me but i love how the fucked up nasty shit you can make harry do/say/be in disco elysium isn't just like, random stuff caused simply by the player having free will and control over him but they're parts of who he is and who he has been

you're not a tabula rasa. you're a sudden shock of blank pages in a big, aged, damaged book and sometimes the paper you're trying to write a better man on is torn and you see something through the gaps nobody needed to see ever again. and it's just there now again, back to the surface

[ducks-love-peas]

meanwhile, Crowley:

Good Omens 2 | ⭑favorite moments⭑ 2/?

[dayurno]

“but if you didnt read aftg for the sports or the romance what did you read it for” is such a good question. unfortunately i am weird and mean and i read it because i like reading about people who are also weird and mean

[robo-dino-puppy]

night in the royal maizelands

[13eyond13]

I sometimes wonder if it might be harder for people who didn't grow up until after the internet and social media and 24 hour news cycles etc. were a huge part of daily life to understand where Light is coming from with some of his naivete and sheltered ignorance in canon. Speaking from the experience of being a child in the 90s with strict parents who was sent to a very strict private school and surrounded by a very homogenous culture where everybody was pretty similar and had similar backgrounds and worldviews, I just think it was MUCH easier to be kept in a little bubble of ignorance like that in those days. When you're growing up in those specific circumstances then the only influences you are getting to shape your views are what your family believes and does, what the people at your school believe and do, and whatever other information you're somehow able to glean by the books you read, the websites you somehow manage to find and visit (though there wasn't much of any social media to use then, and you might not even have access to a family computer) or the movies and shows you watch (way fewer of those to watch and access easily back then as well).

[satans-knitwear]

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[star-wrld]

do you think aelwyn adopted all these cats that were left at the shelter because she hopes she can save them in the way no one ever bothered to save her?

[takingtabs]

What if,,, Prompto got an Emotional Support Chocobo

It's actually Ignis who suggests the idea to Gladio and Noct - and after a good month or two of meticulous planning and finding 'the perfect match', they find The One. A young, energetic chocobo. Rejected from its family, perhaps due to a partially destroyed left wing, Wiz had been keeping it separate from the other chocobos and doing his best to care for the thing.

Wiz owes a solid favour or 5 to Noct, after all the hunts he's done for the man pro bono, so it's a matter of timing to collect the bird and bring her back to Insomnia.

Prompto, who's recently went through hell and back, who hasn't smiled in three months, who is still wary of going outside alone, wakes up to a barrage of knocks on his door, on the outskirts of the city. His three best friends just standing there awkwardly, excitedly, alongside a curious and delightfully yellow chocobo. He doesn't get a chance to be surprised beyond that, as the chocobo chirps loudly and rams into his chest for attention.

His friends are soon holding Prompto close, right there on the cold flooring of the porch, careful around the chocobo that's almost too large to sit on his lap as he sobs into the soft feathers. His hands are shaking. His cheeks hurt from smiling almost as much as his heart has from crying. The chocobo trills and nuzzles his cheek.

He calls her Sunshine.

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 104 of ∞; Always A Snappy Dresser

[lycorim]

I will not rest until more The North With Funny Hats content

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween!!! 🦇🦇🦇 Can you write something about Word of Honor? Otherwise anything of the identity porn will do

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Sizhui doesn't hear what's happened until nearly dinner. All he knows is that his father is furious and Lady Xuanyu has shut herself away in the library with stern orders for no one to disturb her. Their marriage has seemed amicable enough so far, considering they're strangers under an arranged marriage, so he doesn't understand what could have happed.

It's Jingyi who finds out the truth, probably by breaking several rules against gossip and enticing others into uncouth behavior.

"Jumped off a cliff?" he repeats incredulously. "That can't be right. She wouldn't do that."

Lady Xuanyu is bright and warm and affectionate and she always has a smile for him and time to listen about his day, pushing her scrolls away to tug him to her side so she can give him her undivided attention. She keeps pressing sweet buns into his hand, telling him to share with his friends and only winking at him when he asks where they came from.

Jingyi shrugs, although he seems equally dubious. "Your father went after her and caught her as she fell. Now they're fighting, I guess."

He won't disobey his step mother's orders. But he does kneel outside of the library to wait.

Dinner time comes. He does not leave.

It's approaching curfew when his uncle comes down the path and pauses next to him. "I heard you were here. What are you doing, Sizhui?"

"Lady Xuanyu ordered everyone away," he says, keeping his eyes on the door. She has to open them eventually. "I'm waiting for her."

"I'll get her," Lan Xichen says, moving towards the library.

Sizhui grabs onto his sleeve. "Don't. Don't rush her. It's fine. I don't mind waiting."

"Sizhui," he says, pained.

He shakes his head. "It's fine. You were all so worried she'd be cruel to me, but she hasn't been. If she'd ordered me to kneel in the courtyard every day just because she didn't like me, then we would have all thought I was getting off lightly. I don't mind waiting until she's ready to leave."

His uncle sighs. "It's been a long time since I've done this."

Sizhui doesn't know what he means, but Lan Xichen just sighs and stands slightly behind him, hands clasped behind his back. "Uncle! What are you doing?"

"Waiting with you," he says.

"You can't do that," he insists, "you're our sect leader, it's not proper!"

"I am also your uncle," he says gently, "if you're here, then I'm here."

Sizhui sputters, trying to come up with some sort of argument that will get his uncle on his way when the doors are shoved open and Lady Xuanyu tumbles out, grumbling, "-texts that haven't been updated in - what on earth are you two doing?"

Her hair is in a sloppy bun atop her head, strands hanging down, and she's holding her spotless pale blue over robe in her arms while her gold Jin robe is covered in ink marks.

"Sizhui has been waiting for you," Lan Xichen says. "He missed dinner."

Lady Xuanyu frowns and Sizhui blurts out, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she repeats, eyebrows pushed together. "Of course I am, what are you - you've been her since before dinner? Growing boys need to eat! Let's find you something. I'm a terrible cook unless you like sp-spoiled food, so hopefully some of the cooks are still up."

Lady Xuanyu grips his forearm and pulls him to his feet with strength it doesn't look like she should have. She stars brushing off his robe, still scolding him for not eating properly, and he lunges forward before he loses his nerve.

He wraps his arms around her waist and presses his forehead into her shoulder.

Her voice cuts off and after a stunned moment she returns the hug, squeezing him hard enough that it's almost like she's resettling him into his own skin. "Sizhui? Are you okay? Was someone mean to you? Tell me who it was, I'll beat them up."

He laughs but it comes out kind of choked. "I'm really glad you're here. Don't be too mad at my father. Please."

Not mad enough to throw herself from a cliff, at least.

She's the only mother he's ever had.

She's not that much older than him, far too young to have had him herself, but she acts like his mother, has treated him like he's always seen all his friends' mothers treat them growing up.

"Oh, Sizhui," she says softly. "Don't worry about me and your father. My relationship with him has nothing to do with my relationship with you, okay? You don't have to worry about that."

"Okay," he says, although he is very much going to worry about it now. He hadn't before, and she'd jumped off a cliff.

"Now let's get you some dinner," she says, stepping back but keeping an arm around his shoulders. "Are you coming, Lan Xichen?"

"No," his uncle says, seeming extremely satisfied for no reason that Sizhui can think of, "You two have a good night."

Lady Xuanyu gives his uncle a suspicious look, but nods and guides them towards the kitchens.