#might have to expand on this

[orchidsangel]

sigh..just need overprotective jason (´∩｀。)

love love love the overprotective jason trope. not in a weird gross way but in a he just wants you to be safe way. he's literally met some of the worst most deranged people to exist ever so yeah he worries when you're away from him. definitely a "call me when you get home" kind of boyfriend, definitely freaks out a little if you forget. he wont be overbearing about it, won't scold you for going out and having fun because that's absurd. but he does let you know that if anything happens, if you feel unsafe, if you need to be picked up at any time, he'll be there in a heartbeat (and if he can't he'll call one of his brothers because he'd rather talk to them than let you be in any danger a second longer)

[landwriter]

Hi! I hope you feel better soon!

This is a great prompt by @academicblorbo about Hob Gadling being the landlord of the Dead Boys. It has a wonderful fill already by @omgcinnamoncakes but I’d love to see what you come up with for it!

Alternative prompt from me if that doesn’t work for your brain: remember the date between Jenny and Maxine? How about one between Jenny and Esther? Poor Jenny is going to really question her taste in beautiful blonde women 😭

Thank you! I saw ‘landlord’ and ‘decades’ and blacked out. I love Hob having them as tenants. Maybe even before the modern day meeting in Sandman.

The Sandman/Dead Boy Detectives, 2.4k, G Dream/Hob, pre-slash, alternating/outsider POV, found family, a reunion and revelations etc.

---

Hob did not, strictly speaking, have tenants. It was more of a minor haunting. Pun intended.

The small room above the pub and below his flat wasn’t worth charging anyone rent for; when he first bought the building he had put a handsome oak desk in there and some bookshelves before wondering who he was possibly keeping up appearances for. Who was he going to take back upstairs that would stop and say, Wait, can I see your office? So he’d left it as more or less an abandoned room.

When he realized a pair of boys were using it as their clubhouse, he didn’t do anything at first. He saw them quietly coming and going a couple times, disappearing around the corner of the first landing. Brazen things. He meant to call after them, but the shout had died in his throat. He’d been young once. He still remembered the need to get away from it all. It was only when he went to check if they’d been making a mess of the room that he discovered it was still locked.

He’d crouched down and inspected the latch and found no marks at all. Huh, he’d said, and jiggled it again, and been a little more interested in whatever clever way they were getting into it after they disappeared up his stairs. Then he didn’t see them for weeks, and assumed they had gotten bored and stopped.

Until they came back. In the middle of an argument, striding through the pub like they owned it. Hob straightened up as they passed him.

“I cannot believe you broke the mirror.”

“I was in a rush! It’s not my fault you forgot you needed Arcana Incantatum after we arrived at the church. And found the demon.”

“I hardly forgot, I only made the mistake of assuming you would know to pack it by now.”

Hob raised his eyebrows. The boys disappeared into the back hallway. He followed them as they went upstairs, too preoccupied with their drama to notice Hob. They turned onto the landing, still carrying on. Even as they walked through the door. The locked, closed door.

Hob blinked. Then he drew his keys from his pocket and opened the door. The boys were still inside. One of them was pulling a mirror out of a backpack that was several times too small for it. They didn’t even look up, and Hob wondered how he couldn’t possibly have put it together earlier. He cleared his throat.

“Hello, boys.” That caught their attention. Hob grinned. “Seems we’re neighbours.”

---

Edwin abhorred getting involved with the living. He and Charles got along perfectly well on their own. They were a duo. An intrepid pair. Best mates, like Charles often stressed whenever he was about to ask something particularly ridiculous of Edwin. They were solid together. As solid as two ghost boys could be. The living, though, were messy and unpredictable.

Perhaps the most salient fact at present: Charles invariably became attached to them.

“He’s sad, mate. I can see it in his eyes.”

“You said those exact words in ‘94 about a dog. At least ask Hob himself.”

Before you decide to adopt him too.

Hob Gadling, irritatingly, was unobjectionable on every ground Edwin could think of. He had made no imposition upon them. When he found them, he only asked them their business, and then told them he was usually downstairs, or upstairs, if they needed anything they couldn’t procure themselves. He had an interest in rare and old books, as it happened. In explaining this, he had also hinted at being far older than his looks would suggest, which vexed Edwin twice over. He knew his curiosity would not be slaked until he talked to Hob, but then he would be the one getting involved with the living, and Charles would hardly let him forget it.

“Do you think he’s really immortal? Mate’s far too calm. Last week I saw him stop a fight downstairs by stepping right between these huge blokes. He just said something and smiled and they backed right off.” Charles lit up. “Do you reckon he’d teach me how to do that? Conflict de-escalation, innit? I could show him some moves with the cricket bat, I bet. Oh, do you think he’s a cricket fan?”

It was obviously a hopeless case, and since the Dead Boy Detectives never took on hopeless cases, there was only one course of action that remained. Edwin had long since disabused himself of the notion he needed to breathe. He had no beating heart, yet when he was startled, he would find himself clutching his chest. Now, he exhaled slowly through his nose in an entirely superfluous sigh of resignation. “Well, Charles, shall we go talk to him?”

---

When the millennium came around, Hob found himself celebrating it with his accidental tenants. There was something gloriously satisfying about being able to make a toast to the next one and have it taken seriously. He’d asked them if they had something better to do - spectral trouble to get into et cetera - and they both looked at him with almost identical put-upon and incredulous expressions.

Hob had a terrible suspicion they thought they were taking care of him as much as he thought he was taking care of them.

Edwin, with his insatiable curiosity and, deep underneath it, something Hob thought he recognized from himself: a sharp animal ferocity and a refusal to go until he’s good and done, natural laws be damned. Charles, still brightly, painfully alive for a ghost - who should be alive still, by all rights, but nothing of this life was fair - who joked to cover up hurt in a way Hob knew too, and glowed any time Hob turned so much as a kind word to him.

He wondered what they saw when they looked at him.

The year ticked over, and technology kept working. Charles grinned innocently and said he could probably possess the telly and break it that way if Hob wanted?

Hob’s heart twinged. He knew they weren’t his, not to keep, but it seemed that teenagers didn’t change at all over the centuries, even if the boys were only sort of teenagers in the way Hob was only sort of in his thirties. It didn’t change that they’d been punted from the mortal coil before having a chance to grow up, and figure out the kind of men they were, and make their own choices and fuck up and try to be better than their fathers, and everything everyone deserved. Hob had made more than his share of mistakes. They hadn’t been given the chance to make nearly any at all.

So they made toasts to the new millennium, to the detective agency, to themselves, all stuck out of time in different ways and refusing to move on for different reasons, and Hob allowed himself to think of Robyn and privately pretend that they were his all the same.

---

A week later, Hob was reminded of the other universal traits of teenagers when he mentioned his stranger and both boys began to grill him with terrifying alacrity. Before turning to his dating life, like ravening bloody wolves. When Edwin had asked, in a specifically nineteenth century manner that Hob remembered all too well, if Hob had always been unmarried, he’d nearly put his head in his hands.

“It can be hard for me to associate with the living too, you know. For obvious reasons.”

Charles had turned to Edwin and hissed “See? I told you.”

Right in front of him. Nobody had taught them manners.

“Manners, Charles,” replied Edwin loftily. “We will, of course, respect your privacy. A man is entitled to his secrets.”

“You’ll go upstairs and rifle through my personal things, is what you’ll do,” said Hob.

Charles coughed to hide his laugh. Edwin flushed and looked away. Hob snorted, and told them about Eleanor and Robyn. Properly. It was a strange relief. He’d told the story wrong for plausibility’s sake so many times he had been worried he’d forget the truth of it one day.

They had listened, and been remarkably quiet until Charles piped up and offered to set him up with a ‘really fit’ ghost. Hob had roundly shut that down. Woefully, not all explanations were satisfying enough. Charles cornered him again the next morning while he was cleaning the bar.

“No, mate, I still don’t get it.” Hob was about to say he no more wanted to be with someone who couldn’t feel pleasure from his touch than someone who would grow old and be taken from him while he stayed the same, when Charles went on, bafflingly, to ask, “Why don’t you meet your mysterious friend more often than once a century?”

Hob sighed. “Adults are often busy, Charles.” Nevermind that he had begun to wonder the same since the eighteenth century. He’d always just assumed time passed differently for his stranger.

Charles just laughed and perched himself on the bar top. “Ooh, low blow. We’re busy too, you know. Plenty of cases to solve.”

“Really,” said Hob. “You’re busy. Right now.”

Charles waggled his eyebrows.

“Charles, I am not a case,” said Hob, sternly as possible. “I’m not even a ghost. He’s not a ghost. No ghosts.”

“We could investigate. Maybe ghosts are involved. What even is he? Why every hundred years? Is it some sort of Persephone situation?”

Hob bit his lip against shouting I don’t know! I don’t know anything about him! Instead, he tried to smile, and felt it come out as a wince instead. “He’s very private.”

Charles scowled. “Yeah, obviously. You don’t even know his name. He can’t be that good of a friend if he’s too busy to see you more than once a century.”

Hob couldn’t see the expression on his own face, but he saw Charles’ shocked reaction well enough. It was so long ago for him, and still Hob knew at once what Charles saw now: that first time you manage to visibly hurt a grown-up’s feelings, people who seemed too old and too stern to actually feel pain, when you’d been going around kicking at them like a new foal, just to stretch your legs.

“Sorry,” said Charles, instant regret chasing his surprise. He was a good kid.

“It’s alright,” said Hob. He meant it. He looked down at the shining bartop. His hands were restless with the urge to light a cigarette. He gave in. It wasn’t like Charles would be dying of lung cancer any time soon if he decided to follow Hob’s example. “I don’t think he would say he’s very good at being a friend either. Truth is, I’d love to see him more often. But we had an awful fight the last time we met. If he forgives me, I’ll have to ask.”

“Mates always make up,” said Charles earnestly. He was such a good kid.

“I suppose they do.” Charles still looked sorry, and Hob clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey. Thanks for looking out for me, Charles.”

Charles beamed at him. “Always. We’ve got your back, me and Edwin.”

---

Charles couldn’t bloody believe it. Hob’s friend was here. There was nobody else it could be. He and Edwin were watching from a nearby table, pretending to be absorbed in their own conversation. Neither man noticed them. They were too busy looking at each other.

He couldn’t imagine spending more than a century apart from Edwin. The way Hob had talked about him and his stranger over the years, it sometimes seemed like they were best mates too, no matter how little they saw each other. He was dead sure that’s what had Hob looking so gutted when he thought nobody was looking. He had known they would make up, though. Maybe now Hob would be happier.

“Charles, we really ought not eavesdrop,” hissed Edwin. Right as he scooted his chair closer, the cheeky hypocrite. Hob and his friend were talking too quietly to properly hear, their heads bent together. Lots to catch up on, Charles reckoned. A hundred years. He couldn’t stop thinking about the number. It seemed impossible. Funny, he couldn’t imagine that long away from Edwin, but he could imagine spending that long being best mates. There was nobody he’d rather hide from Death with.

Hob’s face was doing something strange as his long-lost friend talked. Then Hob moved and grasped him by the shoulders, so tight that his knuckles stood out in relief. The man said something in low tones and Hob shook his head, and then pulled him in for a hug. The man stiffened and then relaxed, and his arms came up around Hob’s.

Their cheeks both looked wet.

Charles swallowed and it felt suddenly a little like he was choking. He should look away, only he couldn’t.

“They must be great friends,” said Edwin softly.

“Yeah,” he managed to croak. We won’t ever need to have a reunion like this because I’m never going to lose you, mate. I won’t let them take you. It was stuck behind the phantom lump in his phantom throat. His hand, without him telling it to, reached out and grabbed hold of Edwin’s. Edwin squeezed it hard, and Charles knew he didn’t have to make his voice work after all.

Then the man pushed Hob away, but only far enough to grab his face and pull him back again, thumbing over Hob’s cheeks, and beside him, Edwin honest-to-god gasped, and then Charles momentarily forgot how thoughts worked too.

---

It happens thus: in the New Inn, just next door to the White Horse, some 639 years after they first met, Hob Gadling and Dream of the Endless share their first kiss. Neither, if they had bothered to think about it, would have intended to have an audience, but it’s a well-known fact that some kisses cannot wait, and theirs was chief among them, being that it had so much to say, and was so very long overdue.

I missed you, it said, and I came back, it said, and Please don’t go away from me again, and I could not.

And atop them, like blankets, were laid invisible the daydreams of those who saw them, including two long-dead boys, whose dreams were woven from the fresh and unaccounted-for possibilities of Hob kissing his mysterious stranger. Another man, thought Edwin. His best friend, thought Charles. Dream was the only one who could have heeded this, but he did not, because Hob Gadling was holding him tight and daydreaming loudly of this kiss and more, of this today and tonight and tomorrow, ever greedy and ever easily pleased, and Dream could hear nothing at all over their clamouring and comingled joy; the bright gold daydream between the scant space of their bodies that sounded so much like at last.

[ganondoodle]

(totk rewritten)

finally, all the arm and spirit abilities- for the first half of the game (rauru) and for the second half with the shiekah arm replacing links arms instead and the spirit abilities gained through ganondorf

(please excuse my handwriting and sometimes repeated info on the first two, i lost motivation/patience at the end and couldnt get myself to basically redo it all from scratch just to make it a bit more cleaner)

note, the camera rune is unconnected to the arm, its the shiekah stone copy link has (zelda carries the one from botw, a copy was attempted to be made for link but it lacks all runes except the camera, the map and its teleportation, and journal/archive)

note for the heal effects of some spirit abilities- im also reworking the healing system, making it more like the older games, so healing isnt as easy and much more restricted, thus making those effects of spirit abilities more valuable ( lil potion icon on the d pad will act a little bit like in skyward sword, opens your limited selection of healing items and if chosen link switches to holding it and letting you consume it with -a- while walking around in real time- to avoid more pausing and mass healing on regular items while in menu)

additional note, the automatic recharging of the magic meter depending on the environment gives you a reliable but less abusable way of using abilities and allows for even more creative dungeon/challenge design by using it effectively- it works by absorbing magic from its surroundings, so if its an area with little magic it recharges slower, if its a very spiritual or healthy place it will recharge faster, it can be used to make things more challenging and also as subtle storytelling (example, theres a graveyard with the magic energy around being off the charts, even if there are no spirits to see, it could hint at the people buried not having died peacefully, no matter what their gravestone says...)

the usage of magic and how much the different abilities cost also allows for a much more dynamic fighting style for players to choose and try out, balancing them all out with their cost instead of a fixed timer, and the recharging beign affected by the environment perhaps forcing players that favor high cost magic abilities to use the lower cost ones for example, or not being able to charge one up bc the enemy is too fast and doesnt give you enough time to charge it

about half of the small overworld dungeons (not shrines) are also locked/inaccessible for the first half and new quests appear as the second half commences- together with the additional changes raurus return brings with it (sonau buildings, enemies being mostly cosntructs that he summoned etc) and whole set of new abilities giving you a fresh new way to play while (hopefully) not making you feel too restricted for the first half

... making these detailed concepts took me longer than id like to admit q-q

[finelythreadedsky]

JSTOR Wrapped: top ten JSTOR articles of 2023

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Foxhall, Lin. “Pandora Unbound: A Feminist Critique of Foucault’s History of Sexuality.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 167–82. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.

Garrison, Elise P. “Eurydice’s Final Exit to Suicide in the ‘Antigone.’” The Classical World 82, no. 6 (1989): 431–35.

Grethlein, Jonas. “Eine Anthropologie Des Essens: Der Essensstreit in Der ‘Ilias’ Und Die Erntemetapher in Il. 19, 221-224.” Hermes 133, no. 3 (2005): 257–79.

McClure, Laura. “Tokens of Identity: Gender and Recognition in Greek Tragedy.” Illinois Classical Studies 40, no. 2 (2015): 219–36.

Purves, Alex C.  “Wind and Time in Homeric Epic.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 140, no. 2 (2010): 323–50.

Richlin, Amy. “Gender and Rhetoric: Producing Manhood in the Schools.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 202–20. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.

Rood, Naomi. “Four Silences in Sophocles’ ‘Trachiniae.’” Arethusa 43, no. 3 (2010): 345–64.

Zeitlin, Froma I. “The Dynamics of Misogyny: Myth and Mythmaking in the Oresteia.” Arethusa 11, no. 1/2 (1978): 149–84.

[trans-jon-rights]

Okay it's dumb self indulgent tma au time

What if. Jon goes back in time after MAG 200. But.

He's a cat. And he just looks like That :

(tiny phone doodle)

And he is there for the whole show, trying to do things differently with very little powers and zero ability to talk

[crackedhrglass]

despite alex's original plan for jimmy snakes (being "cursed, ghost rider style") my personal hc will always be that he is normal and completely detached from any supernatural weirdness and anomalies because i think it fits better with where i see him in stan's life (especially compared to ford).

BUT. the thought of stan flirting with a sexy cursed biker has so much potential for jealous, hypocritical ford.

the way i see it, ford can't stand anyone flirting with stan, but if it's a hot mermaid? a tall, spooky ghost biker? a spider babe? it's infinitely worse because in ford's eyes, those are things he can't compete with. ford has always been drawn to the strange and inhuman, even when it comes to romantic/sexual attraction, and he assumes stan must be just as fond of them, even though stan has only ever had eyes for his brother.

stan calls him out on his hypocrisy, considering his relationship history with bill, and ford just rolls his eyes with his arms folded like, "that's different! we were business partners first and foremost! and we were only intimate in my dreams, so it barely counts!" while desperately trying to convince stan that the handsome undead biker that keeps winking at him and ruffling his hair is more dangerous than whatever tf he had with bill.

[jonnymarzetti]

BRAZIIIIIIL

[six-eyed-samurai]

"TOSHI! PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Yeah? What is - oh. Again?"

"STOP LAUGHING! It's not funny! It's painful!"

"I know, kitten, but-" You gasp as he has the audacity to double over wheezing. "It's already the third time this month. I should set a calendar for this, oh my god, I can't anymore-"

"TOSHI! Stop! Help me get it out!"

"I don't even understand how you keep getting the comb stuck in your hair anymore." His hands were shaking from his laughing fit as he reached out. "Oof, this bad? I don't even know where this strand is looping around."

"Ow! Not so rough!"

"Wouldn't want you with bald spots either, kitten."

He buys you a new hairbrush in apology after you replaced his hair shampoo with dye that turned his shock of dark purple hair temporarily neon pink for that comment.

[bungiri]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS !!! WILL U BE CAMILLA’S VALENTINE ??

[orchidsangel]

cooking with jason would be so cute omg imagine making him wear an apron and everything :((

making him wear a kiss the cook apron and taking advantage of it by kissing him every few minutes. he doesn't even resist, just puts it on with a grin because he sees the smile on your face (and he gets kisses).

if you know how to cook then he splits the tasks between the two of you, you on prep and him on cooking (or vice versa). weaving between eachother and stealing kisses while chopping up ingredients and stirring pots. if you don't know how to cook then he lets you taste and give him feedback, but for the most part you just sit on a stool and watch him while he does all the heavy work. you'll set the table for two, which takes all of three minutes, and then go back to watching him. talking and chatting, catching up on all the stuff you haven't been able to talk about with his unpredictable schedule.

[prettyfantasys]

Feeling a bit bored, wished I had a pretty/handsome thing with their mouth on my cock and cunt, or have them cockwarm my strap while I’m doing something else <3

[spaghoffee]

What if I. Miles Chainsawctopus Spaghoffee. Wanted to upload my Victor Jenkins Stardew Valley Expanded Portraits to NexusMods. But my brain said. REDRAW IT!!!!!!!! AGAIN!!!!! Anyway here's a sheet of my Victor portraits + seasonal outfits that I drew months ago, it's actually V2 cause he wasn't chubby enough in the original (and now I'm looking at this again and he's still not chubby enough so maybe I should do a V3, O U G H —)

Would anyone want this version as it is though? If so then I could try and upload the actual individual outfit sheets on NexusMods one day, you'd need to use Portraiture to use it though cause I can't code for the life of me lol XP

[greenlaut]

“do you think wolfwood likes me back?“

[puppyeared]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[jenoutof10]

sae nation pls dont be dead please please please pretty please

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Assorted Nekoma Headcanons that I've collected throughout the week

Tora and Tanaka have the most competitive games of iMessage 8-ball, they play before practice and it gets so heated that people in their respective locker rooms start crowding around to watch (more for their reactions than the actual game). Eventually the first years start placing bets, Teshiro typically wins while Lev always loses.

Kenma and Fukunaga are roomates in college and Kenma always returns from class to something baffling going on. Fukunaga's cooking full-course meals on his bed with nothing but a rice cooker, he's teaching himself to juggle, one day Kenma comes back and their room has been turned into a giant ball pit. Fukunaga never acknowleges any of it and Kenma gets used to it by their second semester— he can't even complain cause he stays up till 5am every night on his PC.

This is also around the time Kenma starts streaming. Fukunaga appears in the bg sometimes as Kodzuken's mysterious roommate who brings him food, they love him cause its the only thing keeping Kenma from a diet of instant ramen and hot pockets (how is this guy making restaurant-level flank steak in a dorm?? Is that a whole lobster what the fuck?). Both of them end up dropping out, Kenma because his streaming career started to take off and Fukunaga to pursue comedy

Kuroo loves team bonding exercises and is always planning weekend trips or activities to do before practice. One day he makes them do trust falls and Yaku gets paired with Lev, who doesn't announce when he's gonna fall and crushes the poor dude. Cue the arguing.

Sometimes they do board game night at Kuroo's house. Kenma almost always wins (sometimes Teshiro or Kai sneak one in) and Tora usually ends up flipping the board.

Tora sees Lev doing push ups with Yaku on his back and insists that he can do that too. He gets Fukunaga to help but fails to realize that Fukunaga is significantly bigger than Yaku. He pulls it off but is winded during warm-ups and Kuroo tells him off.

Since Kai becomes an arbourist I think he'd help out with the school garden. He brings bouquets on people's birthdays and other special occasions, and he takes care of a mini bonsai tree in the club room that they've dubbed an honorary teammate

Tora is super reckless with bets, Shibayama and Inuoka have learned to take advantage of this. They've won a lot of food.

Fukunaga is captain in their 3rd year for a similar reason to Yamaguchi— he's the only one of the three who can manage the other two. If Tora or Kenma was captain the other wouldn't listen, plus Kenma wouldn't take up a roll with so much responsibillity and Tora would get into fights with the refs. Tora is vice captain and does most of the yelling. When Fukunaga needs to get someone's attention/shut them up he just spikes balls at them with his perfect aim (or pulls out the ole water bucket).

Teshiro's the captain for the first years with Inuoka as vice and Lev as the ace

Shibayama is sorta nosy and goes to Kai for his gossip cause Kai sees all.