#plus a few more

[nevvaraven]

i don't see a single hockey player in your header. for shame raven. for shame

Necessary amendments have been made

[doevademe]

What are your general thoughts for how the new percy jackson series will go? I think the boy cast as Percy is adorable

Walter Scobell is indeed quite good for the role. I've seen him on the Adam Project, and his acting is great in both emotional scenes and banter. He'll probably be a highlight of the show.

Now, as to how I think it will go, from a writing perspective, I think it will be fairly accurate to the books, for better or worse. I'm especially curious to see if they will tone down Annabeth's aggressiveness since... well, it's already very uncomfortable in the books, but seeing it live action might not be the best.

From a production perspective... I'd like to preface it by saying that I'm a cynical person by nature, and my knowledge of Hollywood tints a lot of my opinions in a somewhat negative way. With that said...

I give this show 3 seasons, max. It has a lot going against it, including, but not limited to:

Child Actors: Leah Jeffries is 13, Walter Scobell 14, and Aryan Simhadri 17. These actors will soon be growing up, maybe develop features that may make them look even older. It will become more and more difficult to make them pass as the ages their characters supposedly are. And I know what you're thinking, that they'll age with the characters, and I would agree if it weren't for...

The Strikes: Thanks to the strikes, the actors won't be promoting the show, which means less people will even know it's out, only online people and whoever manages to catch a TV spot or billboard. Not only that but Season 2, if it's greenlit, will be delayed at least six months, if not more. That gap might kill the show in this day and age, and if it doesn't, that's half a year for the actors to grow, for their voices to change, and it will be harder for them to keep pretending they are 13-16 year-olds convincingly.

The Effects: CGI is very expensive if you want it to look good next to live action, and from what I saw in the trailer, the budget seems to not be there. There's a lot of PS3 level textures and a lot of obvious green screens. Disney is also infamous for mistreating VFX artists and forcing them into crunch, so it's even less likely to be good (remember She-Hulk?). Speaking of...

Disney: The company is notorious for cancelling series as soon as profit goes down or a showrunner tries to do something that will tank international sales. Add how they are taking down series to save money from the eventual strikes negotiations and you have a show that the company won't hesitate to ax the moment it becomes a liability.

The Streaming Curse: It's a well-known phenomenon that ratings for streaming start tanking starting season 3. This is because everyone watches the first season to know what a series is like, a lot stay for the second to see how it goes, but fewer turn up to season 3 because they either move on to the next big thing or the flaws turned them off (because every show has flaws, it all depends on your tolerance for them). As I said, Disney renews shows based on money and audience. If both start to decline, the show will simply die.

With all that, I find it hard for PJO to be successful in the long term. I think a second season is quite possible, but I highly doubt we'll see the whole series adapted.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[egophiliac]

I DID IT I GOT MY PINK HAYATE now I am never doing that again!

(at least until they give me, like, a frilly unicorn Kamui or something)

[skiaskai]

TriStamp scars

[wutbju]

BJU was bragging about its 2503 enrollment in the Fall of 2020. WutBJU tracked that back then. You can read about it here.

This is just more proof of their 2020 propaganda and how consistently they trumpet it.

[toastwithahat]

I wanna take a fist full of their faces and shake them around violently/pos

doodles:

goodnight

[uncanny-tranny]

Social transition being seen (by some) as this super easy thing that isn't as hard as real transitioning (medical) is bullshit. Be critical of the idea that there are some trans people who just "have it easy" because they are trans or because they are trans in ways you may not be.

Social transition is just as difficult, hard, and rewarding as medical transition. Maybe it is not as hard for some, sure, but that is not the same as thinking that social transition is inherently easier or lesser. If you're socially transitioning, your voice still matters.

[chipper-smol]

So...... Loop and Odile huh?

v THE OTHER RESPONSE I DOODLED v

yeagh

[canisalbus]

What kind of clothes would Vasco wear after Machete's death? He tends to wear bright and warm colors, and I was wondering if he would start wearing dark and cool colors to reflect his inner state

I also had thought that he might start to veer towards more somber shades. In reality, late 16th century fashion was dominated by dark colors, if you look at portraits from late renaissance/early baroque eras you quickly notice that pitch black was the most fashionable color (compare that to early and high renaissance fashion from 1400 to 1550 which was visibly more vibrant and colorful). I might be bending the timeline a little bit by having him dress in vivid blues with gold accents, but it's his signature style and I think it mirrors his luminous, free-spirited and approachable personality well. After Machete's death he might've experienced a period where jewel tones had lost their luster to him.

[windywriter]

I feel like "dating" izana would probably feel more like taking care of a stray cat for the first few months. He's very aloof and probaby doesn't really enjoy physical contact unless he's the one initiating it. He also seems the type to just ghost you for days only to turn up in the middle of the night with bandages on him before he slumps into your arms, exhausted. Though if you point out the similarities hed probaby just scoff at you and call you weird or something.

He also has sharp senses so he'll notice if you smell different than usual or he'll hear your quiet sighs. Unwittingly he memorizes how gentle your touch feels and leans into it without realizing only for the spell to be broken and he once again retreats into his usual cold facade.

[beaulesbian]

One Piece 1.01 || 1.07

[batbabydamian]

thank you for your blog title; you appeared in the Suggested Blogs thing and i was like "!! YAYYY" and now have the third volume of Juni Ba's Boy Wonder

WOO CONGRATS!! a proud owner of peak art and writing!! 🥺

i’ll be updating my title after another week or so with #4’s release date (August 7) for anyone wanting to preorder or just a lil reminder ^^

IT’LL BE A TALIA POV ISSUE!! 💚

[pinazee]

I only have praise for how they’re writing Jim Kirk in SNW. Though perhaps I’m biased because i love this character.

Admittedly, at first, I didn’t like the guy. I thought Wesley was a terrible casting choice. he didn’t have the passion that Shatner and Pine gave him, and frankly just didn’t have the look for me.

But Wesleys Kirk is pulling out that soft, kind hearted nerd that we all know Kirk is.

In La’Ans AR, he listens to Sera despite her being “unhinged,” he smoothly steps forward to put himself between Sera and La’An and sacrifices himself to save the timeline- to save Sam.

Then the real Kirk, despite getting decked, thinks first of Uhura and doesnt want her to have to explain the hallucinations. He doesn’t write Uhura off either like Chapel and Spock did , he believes her. And then inserts himself into the problem because, as La’An said, hes “the type of person who cant walk past a stranger in need”. and then sticks around to make sure she is okay.

So yeah, maybe Wesley isn’t who would come to my mind initially for Kirk, but i love his interpretation of him. His Kirk cares deeply for others and thats the Kirk i know and love. Im looking forward to how they develop his relationship with Spock.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Wolverine from X-Men: Evolution was a gay man, or at the very least queer. My evidence is as follows:

No defining/memorable romantic relationships with women AT ALL during the show's run. Jean was a teenager, he was an adult, and - unlike the Ultimate X-Men comics which served as inspiration for this series - these two did not have a romantic relationship nor did they have any romantic tension, the relationship between them instead mirroring a brother/sister one. The same can be said about Logan's other high-profile comics romantic interest, Storm, where their relationship was more like siblings as well rather than anything with romantic undertones.

This scene with Captain America -

[avocadotoasting]

Temperance

Chubby!Fem!Reader | 1.5k | NSFW

Synopsis: Someone has had his eye on Reader for quite some time. Perhaps he seeks a reward for his patience.

(Characters inserted in a list below!)

CW: Use of Aphrodisiacs, Suggestive Dubcon, Suggested Yandere Themes

TEMPERANCE: Restraint or moderation.

Confined to your peripherals, he always waited. He wasn’t typically one to take a first strike. Haste wasn’t in his nature, no–he was a gentle beast hiding in plain sight, administering his own guerilla warfare on your unknowing resistance.

He was a saint, blessed and utterly overflowing with patience.

Often, far too often, you would conglomerate with your friends after a long day, enjoying social drinks and jovially laughing any cares away. You shined. You rivaled all bodies that shone in the sky–so radiant, ebullient, and full–how could he have not watched for all this time? All of nature encircles their existences around the luminaries bound around the earth, and you–who shone brightest–were at its center.

He too would enjoy a relaxing drink after his own long day, a ritual of sorts to begin his communion in basking in you from afar. To drink his drink was a promise; he held a promise that one day the taste of you would be dancing on his tongue, so saccharine-sweet and satisfying, hazily teetering him closer to a euphoria unknown. Once in a while, you’d make eye contact. And so generous you were, so generous you always were when you’d offer a smile every time.

Another drink. Another promise.

At times he would bring his own bric-a-brac to mind at his table so as to not alarm you. After all, with patience came subtlety, a vestibule inseparable to his primary house of virtues. And in this house he worshiped you for well over a year. He committed himself to his routine since he first laid eyes on you–gravity and destiny inescapable from a beauty that rivaled even the stars.

Today, he drank his final glass of promises. His back left pocket burned, seared, singed through the very fabric of his pants in urgency of his self-ordained inhibition to come to its end. In it was the crumbling of his house of patience. In it was a scorched earth tactic to raze all he was and begin anew with you emerging from its ashes. As a sign to swallow his final oath to himself and you, you made eye contact with him–and more of the same. A familiar smile, a familiar wave–and inside him, a familiar rush overwhelming every nerve in his being.

Your friends waved you off in the next moment, leaving you alone after some charming and laugh-filled goodbyes. How lucky they were to have you. How lucky he would be soon.

He raised himself from his table to return to the counter, ordering two drinks for the first time, and turned back to you to ensure his waiting had merited its value. You looked down to your phone, he could tell, mindlessly enjoying some time to decompress from the daily gossip. He smiled.

The bartender placed the two drinks on the counter, and he thanked them politely, as he always did–manners must coexist with patience, after all. Briefly, he stopped at his table, and he observed the drink that would be yours. One swift motion of gentle tampering ensured the fate of your drink. Of you.

Surely you’d never know. Surely you’d forgive him. A penitent man like him would repent under you for every day for the rest of your life, as he’d never do anything to wring you misery. He worshiped you, after all–this was just a vessel to finally show you.

Finally.

Finally.

The word echoed in his mind with each step forward.

And finally, there was you.

“Still here, huh?”

His greeting was gentle, comfortable, he hoped to rival the gravity of the warmth you reflected. You looked up, blinking a few times before a wince of familiarity rang in your features. You smiled.

An invitation.

“Guess we both are.”

“Still have energy for a little more company? I always see you and–”

“Yeah, I do. And I see you too.”

Before the both of you could speak again, you both shyly laughed, and he sat in front of you, placing the drinks on the table. He clicked his tongue, mindfully placing your fate before you–a prayer on his tongue.

“Let me keep you company then,” he insisted, eyes glassy with his silent plea. You curled your lips playfully as you took your first sip of your drink.

“I suppose I’ll let you.”

His eyes followed the glass to your lips, and he finally felt himself smile with satisfaction. He leaned back in his chair.

That you will.

–

His fervor was relentless. With each snap of his hips he made new promises, new oaths to you, his beloved, so perfectly folded under him with generous and gorgeous flesh soft against his own–he promised to repent for his primal selfishness in the handling of your perfect body. But fuck–the way your lips so drunkenly slobbered around his thumb in your mouth, glassy, heated eyes rolled back into your head with mascara long since ruined since he began his debauchery, it was now that worship truly began, and he was a penitent man.

Your entire body was searing hot against his own with forced zeal he wrought to you from a bottle, but the results were undeniable. You had soaked his eager length again and again as he laid explosive love to you like he would die if he didn’t, and your body begged for more, just as he planned. He placed yet another soft bite on your ample breast swaying under him before pulling away to observe his work. You were covered. A living shrine, a temple breathing and writhing under him–covered by his devotion. And for the fourth time, you would be filled.

Another promise, he hoped, would take fruit.

“So fucking perfect,” he cooed sweetly, a poisonously sweet love possessing his body to burrowing his length into you to the hilt as he finished again, “So perfect around me, so fucking hot and wet–”

You, at the mercy of inorganic, potent lust, cooed back–incoherent and insatiable. He only nodded, removing his thumb to kiss you into his bed for yet another time. He pulled out and observed you. So painfully cockdrunk, so woefully lost to sin, exactly how he wanted you. Undone. Wet. Desperate. As he pulled out again, he hear you whine and buck and he gently shushed you with his finger, placing his greedy, erect cock on your hungry clit to rub it gently. He cooed again to soothe you. A gesture of his selfish love.

“I love you,” he sang, “Love you so, so so much–love of my life.”

He kept rubbing, his own pupils blown wide with his madness, leaning close to you. You didn’t care. You had long forsaken sight to chasing high after high since the first release, and your body was still on fire. He felt it. He felt your soft body arch against him as his stimulation wrought the beginning of another gorgeous, wet crescendo from between thighs so thick and delicious, and he grinned wide.

“Do you want to cum, my love?” he asked, slowing down his tormentous rubbing. You whined under him.

The answer was clear. But who was a man to deny the sweet sound of his own god begging for him?

“It hurts waiting, doesn’t it, Beauty?”

You nodded, whining louder.

He smiled, his temperance bearing fruit at last at its end after hours, months, and a year of waiting–his grin wicked, he leaned in to place a hypocritically chaste kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll let you finish if you can make me a promise,” he cooed into your ear, placing a kiss just on the shell. 

He felt you nod, pleading for any release of this heat.

“Do you promise to marry me? Marry me and be a good mommy to my babies?”

An unexpected pause under him–even in your altered state, it was a big ask, but he could still feel his leverage, and he rubbed hard again to take advantage. He waited long enough, and he was going to get was he waited for. No matter how hard he’d have to tempt you. Bait you.

You were right here.

“You’re already so full, baby–taking so much of me like you were meant to–”

You let out a pained gasp, edged so close to another high as he stopped again, and he rolled his hips to further torment you. You whimpered, low and pathetic, and all he could gauge after wave and wave of the edging was how hot your body seared in its heat. He knew eventually you had to give. And he knew in a game of waiting, he would win.

He will win.

“I know you need to,” he teased, his voice lowering, “you can feel how much it burns–”

“Please–”

Finally, a word from you, a white flag to beg for your reprieve.

“Yes–Yes–Please, just let me cum–please, it hurts, it burns, I need it, I need you–”

Happy to oblige, he finally inserted himself back inside of you, giving himself his own sense of relief and using his fingers to rub you to another delicious climax, all for him to savor. To savor again, and again, and again.

Surely you would forgive him. Sometime down the line.

He could wait.

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Characters: Koushi Sugawara (Haikyuu!!), Thoma (Genshin Impact), Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen), Larry (Pokemon), Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger), Or imagine your own!

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