#let me worship him

[casscainmainly]

Why Duke Thomas Should Be A Dick Grayson Hater

Dick and Duke is such an underrated and underexplored relationship. Here is my pitch for why Duke should be a Dick Grayson hater.

1. The Rooftop Thing

Reason number one and the start of Duke's grudge should be the rooftop incident in Robin War. Dick, as part of his plan or whatever, leads Duke to a roof and abandons him to the cops.

LOOK AT DICK'S SMUG FACE. Tell me you wouldn't hold a grudge too if this was the FIRST major interaction you had with him?? Duke should use this against him at any possible opportunity.

2. ACAB

From We Are Robin #2. Once Duke finds out Dick used to be a cop, it's OVER for him.

3. Jason and Damian

Duke is quite close with Jason and Damian (in my head, particularly Damian - that's his LITTLE BROTHER). Anyway, these two are obsessed with Dick. You have Jason, with his miles-long brother issues that puts Dick on a pedestal, and you have Damian, who thinks Dick is the best person on Earth who can do no wrong. They would talk Duke's ears off about him. Duke would HATE IT.

4. Robin

This panel from Night of the Monster Men sums up quite nicely the difference in the way Dick and Duke approach vigilantism. Duke is the 'idealised' Robin, whose Robin-ing isn't contingent on Batman; Dick is more or less too tied up in Bruce. I think, because the Robin identity means a lot to Duke, having the original Robin be like this would irk Duke a LOT.

5. Tom Taylor

SPOILERS FOR CURRENT NIGHTWING RUN: in Nightwing #116, Dick gets framed for murder and Babs tells him to reveal he's Nightwing to clear him of suspicion. She says Bruce suggested it, and recounts everyone who agreed:

Hm. Is someone missing here? Oh yeah: DUKE. TT probably just forgot Duke, but where's the fun in that? Instead, if Duke is a Dick Grayson hater, you have the funniest scene imaginable. Everyone gathered in the Batcave, laying down their identities for Dick, and Duke is like 'I don't give a damn. He can rot in jail.' and peaces out.

BONUS points if he does this to get back at Dick for reason number 1.

6. Parallels

Duke's origin deliberately mirrors Bruce's, but that means it mirrors Dick's as well. Duke and Dick parallels go insane: they both had loving families, lost both parents at once, were in the foster system (varyingly for Dick but for the purposes of this post I'm gonna include it), were wards/not adopted by Bruce initially, have a huge reverence for family, have a thing about heights, view Robin as separate from Batman, forged their own identities, etc.

Tell me this page doesn't slap:

Anyway Duke would HATE this too. He'd be so annoyed that the person he has the most in common with is Dick, and that would fuel his Dick Grayson haterism.

Dick, on the other hand, has no hard feelings towards Duke. Duke would be glowering at him from the corner of the room and Dick would meet his gaze and be like 'ah Duke is so cute' and smile back. This would make Duke 10000x angrier.

Anyway that's my ideal Dick and Duke dynamic, feel free to add or modify or disagree with anything!!

[vapidsoup]

living in hinamizawa must be so fucking funny. its june 1983, youre hanging out with your friends in some fuckass village with zero (0) formal education institutions and being like yeah man im so hyped to go to the watanagashi festival and play the ring toss. hopefully nobody dies from the blood curse for the fifth consecutive year :/ anyways do these cicadas ever shut the fuck up or

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Bloodbath at the House of Death (1984)

[reineydraws]

had to draw this to understand the way i feel about him now that the manga's ended. 🥲 on that note: if you like hawks and his ending, maybe don't read my tags lol. it's not bashing (imo) but they're not v nice. 😅

bg + unobstructed pose under the cut!

his expression's a lil different 'cuz i only changed the merged layer, all the lighting effects already flattened onto it. 💀 alas.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Nightwing: Brothers In Blood is such a fucking hilarious comic for DickJay content, given the bulk of the plot is Jason deciding to dress up as Nightwing and kill people which, Dick predictably is not fond of, as a concept.

There's so much in that arc that makes me unwell. Dick straight up saying he wishes Jason had died. The way they instantly banter when they run into each other before Dick gets mad at Jason for dressing up as Nightwing, then Jason begs Dick to work with him.

But what I think gets me the most is the outright confirmation of how even now, Jason still has a serious case of hero worship for Dick and just wants to be like him and get his approval.

nightwing (1996) #120

There's such a complex Jason has over Dick and it makes me Unwell. Jason identifying with Dick, wanting his attention, his approval. His love, even. I mean, later on when Jason gets kidnapped, in his mind he hallucinates Dick talking to him and it outright confirms he wants Dick to save him and Jason has a doomsday spiral about Dick not saving him, through his mental image of Dick.

nightwing (1996) #121

Jason wants Dick in his life, there's so much unrequited love and weirdness between them. They're so not normal about each other. Later on he sends Dick a note saying he just wishes they could be family again and I think it's so unhinged of Jason. Dressing up as Dick, just because of how much he loves and respects Dick. So much potential in that.

Also aside from all of that complex this comic is also hilarious for the bit it has where Dick accidentally takes a job as a model and has to dress up as Nightwing, specifically Jason!Nightwing because of the sex appeal Cheyenne (the woman Dick is seeing) thinks it has. And when he's on the runway and sees Jason in the audience he just jumps at Jason, in front of everyone, to beat the shit out of him, while dressed as Nightwing. Which the public thinks is a planned stunt to bank on the weird Sexy Rivalry between the two Nightwings currently running around. It's the most unhinged thing and I think it's so funny. Dick's sort-of-girlfriend makes him dress up as Nightwing!Jason because she thinks it's hot and it'll sell, then Dick beats Jason up in front of everyone, still dressed as Nightwing (specifically Jason), and it reads as a sexy performance modeling piece.

nightwing (1996) #120

Imagine being so weirdly homoerotic about your sort of kind of brother figure that you can't hesitate fighting him when you're supposed to be modeling and everyone thinks the tension is so good it's a part of the show. These two cannot leave each other alone with their weird tangled feelings for each other. I love it dearly.

[cynomain69]

✨Can I Offer You An Akademiya Romance In These Trying Times✨

[sga-owns-my-soul]

actually it's really offensive that i can't give rodney mckay a god complex

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut

warnings: rough oral (m. receiving), semi public? (in a bathroom), pet names, i think that’s all?

masterlist

you were backstage at MusicCore. the green room was chaotic at this point, the boys were on stage next and were getting their last minute touch ups. the energy was high, vocal warm ups going on around you. you sat back on the couch and watched them. you loved these moments, where you could just sit back and observe them in their natural element. you loved them all so much and were so proud of them. this comeback has been amazing so far and you know they’ve worked so hard. especially your boyfriend, chan. he nearly works himself to death, with little sleep and lots of stress. he’s so busy all the time that you start to worry about him. but you know it’s no use. he knows his limits and you know he wouldn’t change a thing. a staff member pokes their head in the room and announces it’s time for them to head to side stage. the boys file out of the room, one by one. chan always being at the end of the line, he stops in front of you.

he looks so good. you thought this had to be one of his best outfits yet. at least, it’s your favorite one he’s worn in a long time. the light colored denim pants he wore were covered in pockets of different sizes and they hung low on his hips, the elastic band of his boxers peaking out over the top. he wore a complimentary light blue long sleeve crop top with a zipper down the front. what you would give to be able to unzip him. his muscles peaked out from under the crop top, but you couldn’t see much. he looked down at you, his perfectly styled, tousled hair tickling his forehead. the dark eye makeup he wore only added to his ‘rock star’ aesthetic. he brushed your hair behind your ear, before leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

"be back soon, baby." he said.

you smiled up at him and nodded. "good luck"

with a brush of his thumb against your cheek, he exited, leaving you alone in the room. not long after, the television announced the start of their performance. you watched intently, having trouble keeping your eyes off of chan. seeing him perform always seemed to get you riled up, and couple that with this insanely hot outfit he was wearing today.. you were feeling it in some very intimate places. the song came to a close with all of them in their ending pose, one hand in the air. your eyes locked on chan. his one hand in the air had his chiseled stomach on full display. his chest was heaving as he panted, out of breath. his abs flexing with each breath he took. he dropped his hand, placing his hands on his hips, trying to catch his breath, and simultaneously stealing yours. he adjusted his pants briefly and then bit his lip before letting out a small smirk. an involuntary "oh my god" left your lips at the sight. and then the screen went black. "oh.. my god." you said again, bringing your hand to your mouth. you didn’t know how long you sat there, dumbfounded, before the door crashed open and a loud ruckus of boys entered the room. you stood from the couch, wanting to congratulate them on another great performance but you weren’t confident in your ability to form words. and that fear was cemented as chan walked in, still slightly out of breath, sweat glistening on his skin. you gently pushed through the others, who were joyfully talking amongst themselves, and beelined for chan.

"can i talk to you for a minute?" you asked quietly.

"let me change my clothes real quick-" he said, reaching for his bag.

"no!" you exclaimed, louder than you intended. he looked over at you finally.

he must have noticed the look on your face, because he said "baby, what’s wrong?"

"nothing." you said, glancing around nervously. "it’s just really important that i talk to you right now." you said, tugging on his shirt sleeve, pulling him toward the door. he obliged, letting you pull him out of the green room and down the hallway. you rounded a corner and found a bathroom. not the classiest option, you thought, but you didn’t care at that moment. pulling him inside, you shut the door behind him and locked it.

"honey, what’s happening?" he asked, confused. his back was against the bathroom door and you took a step back and just looked at him. he looked nervous. could he really not tell how you were feeling in this moment? you were feeling hot and uncomfortable in your wet underwear, and completely in love and needy. he started to reach for you, as he raised his arm, his shirt also lifted, revealing his stomach to you once again. you felt weak, your legs giving out as you dropped to your knees in front of him. this startled him and he started to kneel with you, to check on you, but you stopped him by placing your hands on his hips. your face was level with his pelvis now. the elastic band of his boxers only inches from your lips. you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes pleading.

"baby?" he brought his hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. he looked so incredibly sexy, towering over you like this, the next thought that crossed your mind managed to slip past your lips.

"you’re a god." you said quietly. but in the silent bathroom, he heard you perfectly clear. he chuckled, embarrassed, his cheeks turning a light pink as he looked away from you. you leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the exposed skin just below his belly button. his head snapped back to you in an instant. "this outfit, channie.." you whispered against his skin. "it’s ruining me." your fingertips gently ran up his sides, pushing his shirt up, fully revealing his hard abdomen. you gently kissed him again, this time just to the right of his belly button.

he inhaled sharply. "y/n, im all sweaty.." he warned.

"that’s even better." you told him, before flattening your tongue against his skin and licking a stripe up the middle. he tasted salty in your mouth and you felt your needy clit throbbing. you rubbed your thighs together trying to get some friction. you kissed his stomach again, and licked again, wanting to devour him. you looked up at him, as your tongue traced the lines of his muscles. he was panting again, but for a whole different reason. his pupils were blown wide, his eyes so full of love and adoration but at the same time filled with lust and need. you nibbled at his skin with your teeth, causing him to groan slightly. you reached for the button on his pants, pulling it free.

"princess.. you don’t have to." he said gently.

"channie, i want to." you unzip him and slip your hand inside, palming his erection through his boxers. "please, can i?" you begged.

"i can’t say no to you. not when you ask so sweetly." he helps you pull his pants and underwear down, letting them pool at his ankles. his cock springs free, fully erect and leaking. your mouth waters at the sight. you grab him by the base and lick the precum from his tip. you take the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it. "fuck" he breaths out, his eyes shut, his mouth slightly open. you start to suck him gently, slowly taking all of him into your mouth. your nose brushes the skin of his stomach as you gag around his length. you pull him all the way out, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to him, and you take a deep breath. his hands find your hair, his fingertips brushing your scalp. he guides your mouth back on him. he pushes your head down until your gagging again. "that’s it, baby. choke on my cock." he says, breathlessly. he releases you and you pull away gasping for air. you hold him in your hand, stroking him, before leaning down and taking one of his balls in your mouth. you suck on it for a moment before doing the same to the other.

"fuck, baby. your so good.. sucking my cock in the bathroom. such a little cock slut." he says. you moan around him, sending shivers through his body. you return your attention to his cock, taking him in your mouth again. he grabs fistfuls of your hair, forcing himself down your throat again. he begins to thrust in and out of your mouth harshly, drool dripping down your chin. you look up at him with watery eyes, loving when he uses you like this. "my perfect girl just couldn’t control herself could she?" he teases. "needed my cock so bad, huh baby?" you attempt to nod with him in your mouth. "give me your hand." he orders. you lift your right hand in the air. he grabs you by the wrist, bringing your hand to his stomach. you can feel his hard muscles under your fingertips. "is this what got you all wet, baby?" you moan around him, you pussy clenching around nothing, begging to be touched.

"keep touching me, im going to cum in this pretty mouth." he says. your hand explores the ridges and valleys of his abs as he continues to fuck your throat. "fuck, princess. gonna take all my cum, yeah? such a good girl for me." he babbles, his thrusts getting sloppy. "made to take my c-cock. fuck." he stills, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he shoots his load down your throat. his abs flexing under your palm.

he pulls out of your mouth, panting. you swallow everything he gives you, not wanting to waste a single drop. he helps you up off the floor, cradling your face in his hands. he kisses you softly. "baby.." he says. "you’re so perfect." he kisses your forehead now. he pulls back, putting you at arms length. "are you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i? are your knees okay? this floor is hard." he looks you over, searching for any signs of discomfort. his hands rub up and down your arms, worriedly.

"channie, im fine." you tell him. "more than fine. im great."

he chuckles at that, pulling his pants up and buttoning them. he pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head. "are you sure you’re okay?" he asks again. "i feel like i was too rough."

"i promise you weren’t." you say into his shirt. "i like it when you’re rough with me."

he breathes in the scent of your shampoo. "i love you, baby." he whispers. "the guys are probably looking for us."

he pulls away and reaches for the door.

"are we going home?" you ask. "im.. messy." you admit shyly, your cheeks flushing pink. "need you."

"of course baby." he kisses your temple. "let’s go home and i’ll show you how rough i can be, yeah?"

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[service4cops]

Daddy doesn't know whether he has any more to give tonight. Don't worry, just come on in, sit back, unzip, and let me do all the work. I know exactly how to treat New York's Finest after a long, hard day of selfless service . . . with a long, hard night of selfless service.

[shewritesallnight]

Kintsugi

Kintsugi: highlights cracks and repairs as events in the life of an object; an embracing of the flawed or imperfect.

While Yuji and the others have their own plans at the Jujutsu Campus, YN sees Inumaki for the first time since the Shibuya incident. Things seem uncertain for the curse user and she's determined to let him know that she's not going anywhere. 

Rating: 18+, NSFW (also shibuya arc spoilers)

a/n: an attempt was made 🤧

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Mindlessly, YN spun the golden ring around her finger. A nervous habit she had picked up after receiving the gift from her long-term boyfriend. It popped up occasionally, during intense missions or coming under the scrutiny of the Elders. But the habit had reared its ugly head the moment Yuuta told her the status of Toge. 

He was alive. 

But he wasn't unscathed. 

With each new twist of the band, she felt another coil of worry wind around her heart. The coils momentarily tightened when she found Inumaki's room empty, though it wasn't an unfamiliar sight. He often spent more time in her dorm than his own. Hopeful, she made her way down the familiar hallways. 

At the sound of the door, a figure jerked upwards from her bed, comforter pooling around a waist. Her eyes met Toge's before falling on the seal covered bandages and her breath caught in her throat.

It was one thing to hear it from Yuuta, to see it, was something else entirely. 

To center herself, she dropped her gaze to the room; it was in unfamiliar disarray. Papers and clothes everywhere, even a vase of dried flowers he had gotten her two weeks prior, lay broken on the floor.

Evidence of an outburst.

It wasn't like her boyfriend to lose his cool. She felt another squeeze in her chest.

Stepping around the mess, she made her way to the cursed speech user. The bed dipped with her weight as she reached out a hand to caress his cheek. Delicately, she brought her other hand up to trace the bandages on his left shoulder. 

Inumaki jerked his injured side away from her while subconsciously pressing his cheek further into her palm.

"Toge..."

She hadn't noticed his hand gripping the comforter until he released the fabric to point towards the vase before resting it against his own chest.

A whispered, "okaka," fell from his lips and YN felt her heart shatter in her chest. 

Broken.

She had to take a moment to push down the hatred for the King of Curses that rose like bile at the back of her throat.

"N-no, don't say that."

She cupped his other cheek and tilted his face down to kiss his forehead, then pressed her lips against each temple, his nose, and chin.

Inumaki watched her with wide, glossy eyes. They were shadowed with uncertainty and she hated it.

"I'm just happy you are alive." 

Her hands brushed back the hair from his face, pressing a gentle kiss over each curse mark before laying her lips upon his. It was deep and unyielding as she poured her love for him through the connection.

The sorcerer whimpered into the kiss, his shaking hand gripping the hem of her shirt.

She felt, more than heard, his whispered, "need you." 

Nodding, she pressed one more peck to his lips, letting her hands travel down to his torso. Leaning forward, she eased Inumaki back onto the mattress.

Cautious eyes watched her as she moved with ease, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against the bandages. A shudder traveled down Toge's spine, forcing him to advert his eyes, overwhelmed with the sensation.

The sight made her more determined to ease her lover's mind.

She grazed her teeth across his collarbone to repeat the motion on his other shoulder and Inumaki trembled for another reason. Flicking her tongue over his exposed nipple she was rewarded with a hitch of his breath and the graceful arch of his back.

Traveling downward she danced her fingertips across his ribs to tug at the comforter. Kisses dotted his body to his hip, when she reached his pajama bottoms, her tongue traced along the edge in wait.

"Shake."

Inumaki could feel her soft smile against his skin. Swift hands eased down any barriers, leaving the sorcerer bare. Kisses forgone to slip the head of his cock into her mouth. His cries were muffled behind the back of his hand, unable to look away.

Greedily, she took him into her mouth until her nose pressed against the hairs at the base. Toge’s head fell deeper into the pillows, his toes curling in the sheets. 

Bobbing her head steadily, she cataloged every reaction. From the harsh breaths falling from his parted lips to the way his hand moved to clentch and unclentch the pillow. But the faraway look in his eyes remained. 

That just wouldn’t do. 

YN slipped him from her mouth, coming to a kneel, she undressed. Clothes discarded; she straddled his hips with a hand on his waist for support.

Toge's own hand caressed hers, his fingers grazing against her ring before gripping her waist as she lined him up at her entrance.

They locked eyes and with three little words she seated herself fully. 

Their cries were instantaneous, a mixture of frustration and the relief of finally being joined together again. 

He felt warm and right inside of her and YN started moving. A slow gentle rocking that wasn’t nearly enough.

She wanted to give him more. Make him understand that she loved him all the same. To cut through the waves of insecurity rolling off him and disperse that darkness threatening to swallow him.

Raising up, she started to ride him, swiveling her hips with each downward stroke. Pulling whines and broken moans from the sorcerer. 

She ignored the burn in her thighs to keep the rhythm of her thrusts; faltering only when Inumaki moved to sit himself up. She paused, reaching forward to help but fell short when he shook his head; instead, she settled into his lap, unsure.

Fully sitting, Toge wrapped his arm around her, pulling her flush against him and nuzzled her neck.

"More," he croaked out against her skin.

"Oh baby,” she choked back a sob. “I've got you."

Wrapping her arms around him, her hips started again. Turning to find his eyes closed with a crease of frustration stuck to his brow, she rose to her knees. 

His cock slipping halfway out, Toge looked up with a panicked expression. She cradled his face once more, running her thumbs under his eyes.

"You've always taken care of me and everyone else. Let me take care of you." She brushed away the stray tear slipping from the corner of his eye and kissed him. 

It was slow and sweet, full of all the love and adoration she felt. She kept her mouth on his as her hips started moving again. Little half thrusts that she knew drove him wild with a slow drag through her clenching walls. 

His cock twitched inside her at the same moment he broke away to let out a deep moan and she knew he was close. 

"Just let go baby, I’m right here.”

With a huff he buried his face in her chest and she took it as a sign to drop down and sheath the entirety of his length. The feeling was overwhelming even for her, and it only took a handful of thrusts before Toge jerked in her grip, painting her inner walls with his release. 

YN eased him out once he slackened in her grip; this time wasn't about her. She ignored the throbbing of her core and the warmth of his cum leaking down her inner thighs. Instead, twisting and laying herself back on the mattress while bringing Inumaki down on top of her. 

Pulling the comforter over their bodies, her gaze fell back to the room, landing on the vase and a sense of clarity struck her. 

Silent, she chose instead to trace lazy circles over his bandaged shoulder blade and run a hand through his hair. 

She waited to speak until Inumaki’s breathing had slowed and she felt him melt into her.

"Kintsugi."

Toge propped his chin up on her sternum at the word.

"Shows us that there is beauty in imperfection," she continued. "I look forward to the future… of the vase, of course," she said with a kiss to his nose. 

The cursed speech user was silent for a moment, absorbing her words. Yet, she knew she had gotten him back when he grunted, "sujiko," and playfully bit at her breast. The tightness in her chest finally vanishing with the shadows in his eyes. 

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Jane Asher -

The Masque of the Red Death (1964) dir. Roger Corman

[lostinvasileios]

Asmoday fever pt.2

Asmodeus is so pretty. He's so handsome. He's so so pretty and so handsome. He's so loving. He's so amazing. He's so smart and so patient, he's so understanding and so tender. He's so gentle and so helpful.

He's got these eyes that I can get lost in, and this voice that makes me laugh, that soothes my tears, that makes me a bit annoyed, that makes me orgasm

His hugs feel so nice. His kisses ironic or not feel like heaven. His essence as a whole is something I've grown absolutely addicted to. His hair is so long and pretty, so soft and so nice to run my hands through.

His horns are so beautiful and his wings are absolutely breathtaking. They offer dynamic to my soul self's wings and antlers. He's such a good storyteller and always makes me feel safe.

He's so ethereal and so gorgeous in every sense of those words. I could spend the rest of my life and every eternity to come with him & never for a second get bored of him or love him even a smidge less.

If I had to deem anyone as perfect, it'd be him.

For all of his scars, for all of his mistakes, for all of his anger, for all of his everything, he is still utterly and completely perfect to and for me.

His tattoos as well are absolutely phenomenal. Like oh my god.... Oh my god............ Oh My God... He makes me so ngnghghhkoeieueuhh

Like have you seen his nails?!! His clothing style!!?! His piercings!!?!!???? His scars!?!?!! His eyes!?!!!!!!??? The look on his face when he's jealous!!? That open eyed stare he gives me for a second when I say something so outrageous that makes me laugh so much!?!!? That soft tone he gives me when I'm doubtful!?!? The way he has his own personal petname for me that nobody else uses!??! The way he treasures my higher self so so much and loves us beyond my wildest imagination!?!?!?!?! His intelligence!?!?! His way of poems and his book collections!?!?! The way he makes his tea and the way he likes his alcohols!?!?!? The way he prepares his food and the way he cares so much for the people he loves!?!?!!?!!! The way he's so funny even when I don't wanna laugh!!????!!! The way he's given me everything I've ever wanted and a will to live?!?!?!

How could I not love him????!

[zeb-z]

missa, after his self resentment and lamenting about how he doesn’t feel worthy or like he should be accepted, after telling himself and the capybaras that he doesn’t have a home, not really - after all is said and done, he returns to phil & missa, leaving his mini mi in the house on the wall. as if he’d consider anywhere other than the house he shared with phil safe enough. seeking out safety and home brought him right back where he started.

something about how despite his internal conflicts and issues about what he thinks he deserves, he’ll still come back. and for all he worries that he is not enough to be loved in return, his name is still on the warp stone.

[allmyandroids]

hoooo god daddy robert california...he is so dreamy, so perfect, soo lovely 💕🖤

[balladofthe101st]

and what if i tell you dick and nixon are literally parallels of jesus and peter?

[gingermintpepper]

Absolutely the funniest thing about my current corner of tumblr is that pretty much everyone I've recently followed for Apollo-Appreciating Purposes are either genuinely Hellenist or just rather very into Rick Riordan's Trials of Apollo series which is wild because I know a net zero about both of those things.