#words by joey

[the-joey-show]

btw I love the lore in pjo that all the gods exist because the humans believe in them so much

like your mind is so powerful you brought these gods into this existence and we created them as much as they created us

[the-joey-show]

no hate to anyone in the pjo fandom but I know a few people irl who've only seen the show and they want to interact w the fandom but keep getting it spoiled bc of stuff like this and no longer want to interact w it

like I know there's probably no ill intentions but I think we should be a little bit more considerate of the newer fans

like the show isn't just for us it deserves a fandom of its own and people experiencing and analyzing the show by itself are just as valuable as the interpretations of people who have been fans of the books for years

also the show wasn't made to be watched only after one has read the books it was written as a standalone show *based* on a book series, but I see a lot of people looking down on the tiktok fandom and newer fandom for treating it like its own thing, even though that's what it is

sorry for ranting on a post that's not actually about this, but I've been seeing this stuff around quite a lot

I don't mean to sound preachy, but it's important to remember that new members help to keep the fandom alive

and so it begins

[rainyram]

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(Chat Noir design is part of my trans Adrien AU!)

((Transparent/separate versions under the cut))

[ierotits]

so to be clear: 100% of the credit for jaskier finally being canonically queer and having a full romance story thats treated well in season 3 goes to joey batey

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

In an article titled "11 Modern Folk Artists Who Are Completely Transforming The Genre" we find The Amazing Devil with a description that let think that the writer is waiting like us 😅.

I don't know if the last statement is sarcastic or not lol.

[the-joey-show]

best of luck with that lol I get to work at Mighty Med

[deathandnonexistentialdread]

something something Jonouchi sees himself and Shizuka in Seto and Mokuba something something two sides of the same coin

[perfectquote]

I believe in the kind of love that doesn’t demand me to prove my worth and sit in anxiety … Something that allows me to me without question.

Joey Palermo

[goneatlas]

when the amazing devil said "i cannot find the words to keep you" (new york torch song) and "if i'm good will you come back?" (two minutes) and "my entire life, it's running away too fast, watching everyone you ever loved walk past, never really quite getting the knack of knowing no one will ever come back for you" (pruning shears) and "nothing quite prepares you for when they don't come back" (ruin) and "would have stayed if you had asked but instead, you just walked past" (shower day)

but also "if only you could hear my voice but you are screaming far too loud to hear me swear, just because i left doesn't mean that i'm not still there" (welly boots) and "if i don't make it back from where i've gone just know i loved you all along" (inkpot gods)

[the-joey-show]

can we talk about how in the book Jeremy never realizes the SQUIP is bad? like the SQUIP literally has to convince him to deactivate it? like whatever lesson that book was triying to teach Jeremy just straight up never learned it

[nerdyqueerr]

The Amazing Devil truly knocked it out of the park with Fair in terms of love songs i mean its got everything. Domesticity, deep adoration, confessions of love when youre sure no one else can hear, a that's what she said joke, yogurt, genuinely dont think there's a more romantic song on the face of the earth

[quotefeeling]

I believe in the kind of love that doesn’t demand me to prove my worth and sit in anxiety … Something that allows me to me without question.

Joey Palermo

[the-joey-show]

you don't have to make the horse a person if you're not a coward :)

My favourite thing about Centaurworld songs is that most of the best songs in the album are basically just sapphic love and longing songs and if you take the lyrics out of context or make the Literal Sentient Horse Character a person you get a great lesbian love story out of it

Or do what I do and imagine your sapphic OCs singing the Centaurworld songs to and about each other

[ricky-mortis]

Hnnnnnng… long hair Ted

[v6quewrlds]

sub!joe PLEASE OMG

SUB!JOE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

You sat cross-legged in your plush bed, the crisp white pages of your book fluttering as the soft hums of a song escaped your lips. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the walls. You had been waiting patiently in anticipation of your nightly ritual of cuddles and quiet whispers before sleep claimed you both.

You heard the door to Joe's office creak open, and then he stumbled into your bedroom, his six-foot-four frame slightly hunched from the weight of the day's activities. He shuffled over to the bed, his dirty blonde hair sticking up at odd angles from where he'd run his hands through it in frustration.

You put down your book and patted the empty space beside you. "You look exhausted," you said with a gentle smile. You watched as Joe climbed into the bed, his muscular body sinking into the mattress with a contented sigh. His breath was warm against your skin and his hand found its way to your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly unravel as you began to stroke his hair.

"Long day?" you inquired, your voice soft and soothing.

"Yeah, just going over some game footage," Joe murmured, his eyes drifting shut. "Couldn't get my head around a few plays."

You kissed the top of his head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Joe took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against you. "Nah, I just need to clear my mind." He paused, his hand moving to the crotch of his sweatpants, adjusting himself with a wince. "But, I'm also... you know."

You knew that look, the way his eyes searched for yours in the semi-darkness, the way his cheeks flushed slightly under your gaze. "Oh?" you said, your voice filled with playful curiosity.

"Yeah," he mumbled, his voice slightly embarrassed. "It's just... I can't sleep like this."

You leaned back, placed your book on the bedside table, and switched off the lamp. The room was plunged into darkness, but the moon's soft glow filtered through the blinds, casting a silver ribbon across the floor. "Do you want me to take care of it?" you asked, your voice a soft hum.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes closing in anticipation. You reached for the drawer next to the bed. Inside, you found the small bottle of lube you two kept for such occasions. You popped the cap and coated your palm, pressing your palms together, warming the lube.

"Pull your pants down, baby, let me make you comfortable," you whispered. Joe's breath hitched as he complied, rolling onto his back before his sweatpants slid down to expose his hard cock, standing pink and proud against his stomach.

Your hands were gentle but firm as you wrapped them around him to spread the lube. His eyes remained closed as you began to work him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Your fingers danced along the shaft, teasing the sensitive skin with just the right amount of pressure.

"Is this okay?" you asked, your voice a low murmur that fell on Joe's tired ears.

"Mmhmm," Joe mumbled, his eyes still shut tight as he succumbed to the sensation of your warm hands.

"Just relax, let me take care of you," you whispered into Joe's ear, your breath hot and sweet. You leaned down and kissed his cheek. Joe's eyes fluttered open to meet yours, and you could see the exhaustion in them, the need for release. He nodded, his head rolling back onto your shoulder as he allowed his body to go limp, giving you full control.

"You're doing so good, baby," you cooed, your voice a gentle wind against his ear. "Just let go, I got you."

"Oh, baby, more, please," Joe moaned, his voice a whiny rasp against the silence of the room.

Your heart raced in time with Joe's hips. You felt his body coil tightly, his muscles straining against your touch. He was so close, so deliciously close. His hips began to falter, his moans began to strangle as they attempted to escape his throat. He opened his baby blues to watch your hand work his cock, his eyes glazing over with the pleasure you brought him.

"Gonna—fuck—baby, ‘m gonna come," Joe whimpered, his voice shaking with desperation. You watched the play of emotions across his face: the tightening of his jaw, the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his mouth formed silent words of ecstasy.

"There you go, baby, come for me," you encouraged. You picked up the pace, your hand moving in a blur as you brought him closer and closer to the crest of release. "Let it out. You earned it."

With a thin moan, Joe's body spasmed, and warmth flooded your hand. He bucked his hips upward, his cock jerking in your grasp as he reached his climax. You stroked him through it, your grip firm but gentle, your thumb circling the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a long, shuddering sigh as he came down from the peak.

You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, spent and satisfied against you. His chest heaved with each deep breath, the moonlight casting a silver glow across his pale skin. You leaned over to kiss him, your lips lingering on his in a soft, tender press. "Good boy," you whispered. His eyes fluttered open to meet yours, a lazy smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His entire body blushed a flustered pink.

[patroclusdefencesquad]

he's just like me fr