#oh if only...

[rabid-transcendentalist]

let's go for a swim with mama

[ashcremated]

reposting old art saga continues: something something no war au?? politically relevant lifechanging field trip?? that inevitably turned in my Let Yue Say Fuck agenda

[sylusbitch]

my favorite hc is that penelope was told by the ladies in waiting to go and stay in her room and not to come out for anyone

and she hears screams and whatnot and is like oh fuck now theyve done it, the suitors are gonna destroy the place

only to hear the screams lessen in volume and being like ? are they killing each other?

but then she hears a scream clear as day "THIS WILL BE YOUR FATE" and she's like🧍‍♀️no fuckin shot my husband is down there on a murder spree

and she immediately starts pacing back and forth like "LADIES HELP ME PREPARE I NEED TO LOOK DIVINE" and it's a full makeover sequence

and they're posing her and being like "hold on, tilt your chin up a little bit, turn to the side like 12 degrees- BOOM my lady you are serving such cunt"

and then they hear odysseus' loud ass steps going up the stairs and all the ladies scatter while penelope tries to look nonchalant like "AHEM....😳 is it you? have my prayers been answered?"

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[glowpart2]

dont understand people who "don't like" valentines day... I personally dgaf that its "made up" and "commercialist"... i love heart shaped things and i love everyone in my life. Its really simple

[beif0ngs]

I had a different name back then, you know. Powder. You kind of remind me of her.

[spacerockband]

Quetzalcoatlus! poised to spear her prey!

[arrgh-whatever]

no fun buttons for april fools' day?....

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[drolta]

the women of Sinners

[stealingpotatoes]

In the organatwin au how does Luke end up being raised by Bail and Breha do they want both a son and daughter dose Owen refuse to look after Luke.

you know what, i hadn't really thought about that maybe it's just this:

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[hoshizoralone]

reflection

[egophiliac]

the gang's all here! commence slumber party

[whywoulditho]

this is the ONLY damian wayne design i accept by the way. brown skin, a crooked nose, dark green eyes and thick eyebrows. keep that white-washed monstrosity away from me

[feeelslikespace]

the sky is falling like a comet, pretend it’s not the end of the world

[bowtiepasta]

“babyyyy,” gojo whines, phone pressed to his face as you hear the crinkle of hospital-grade paper beneath him. “I think they stole my bones.”

“…your bones, satoru?”

“yes. the ones in my face. my jaw? gone. cheeks? hollow. I am but a shell of a man.”

he’s high as a kite, clearly. still in the dentist’s chair, judging by the background noise — also by how you can hear yaga not-so-quietly telling the nurse to sedate him, not the swelling.

“are you now?” you coo, smiling as you sink back into the couch. “how’s my brave little soldier?”

he pulls the phone back, and — oh. oh, he looks ridiculous. his hair’s flattened on one side, cheeks swollen, sunglasses crooked, and someone’s drawn a smiley face on the gauze tucked into his mouth.

“they took ‘em,” he says dramatically. “took my wisdoms. said I had too many.”

“you had four. that’s the normal amount.”

he blinks. “what if I needed those for kissing?”

“you don’t use wisdom teeth to kiss.”

“you don’t know that,” he says, with the conviction of a man who absolutely does not know. “also. can we get milkshakes?”

“did they say you could have one?”

“not right now,” he admits. “but I wanna watch you drink.” he squints at you through the camera, gaze slipping lower. perv. “you’re soooo good at it.”

“okay, ‘toru.”

he slumps further into the chair, wearing the softest, dopiest expression — like he just realized you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. you are.

“‘m gonna marry you.”

“we’ll revisit that when you’re off those drugs.”

“we’re gonna have milkshake babies.”

“sure we are.”

he smiles, droopy and dazed. “I’ll always be in love with you, babe. even without my bones.”

“you still have your bones, satoru.”

“did you check?”

“I’m hanging up.”

you hear a rustle — followed by a loud thud.

“did you just fall out of the chair?”

a pause. then: “…no.”

you sigh, already slipping on your shoes.

“behave. I’m coming to get you.”

“bring a spoon,” he mumbles, “so you can feed me like a baby bird. and your face. miss your face.”

“you’re lucky you’re cute, satoru.”