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Robin: You're not really thinking about joining the army, are you? Levi: Maybe.. like, why not? I'm fit, I'm clever, I like adventure, and I wanna get away from this stupid town-.. it's kinda perfect. Robin: Until it's not… Alex: Do you want to escape the town itself or some of the people in it? Levi: Same difference. Alex: Not really. Levi: Shut up. [Levi sighed, catching the side eye from Robin] Levi: My bad. Alex: Just saying! You'd probably still get the same feeling of distance from going to uni, and it'd be less dangerous. Levi: Eh, I guess we've got a while to decide. Wren: Dinner's ready. … [Levi waited for the inevitable remark about how stupid he looked in his glasses, or a specky four eyes comment, but none came; instead, Wren gave him a single, searching look of disdain, then turned and left] Levi: She holds a grudge, huh? Robin: Yeah, she's like dad that way-.. and you did call her a scrub. Levi: Fair… Robin: What? Levi: Did you ever tell anyone anything-.. especially your dad? Robin: One of us can keep things to themselves.

[8-billion-wishes]

This can’t just be me, right?

[that-dumb-dinosaur]

"you're like a sister to me"

[wrens-garden]

L to Aura, having to give Navi the sex talk. As soon as Navi asked what romantic love was, I thought, "Is Aura gonna have to tell Navi about the birds and the bees?" and I kept that to myself, and I thought to myself, "No, surely not," and I was wrong. Luckily, that conversation can happen off-screen.

I do, however, really like that Navi is going around and learning from people. It's really cute and a fun way to interact.

Anyway starhorns. They kiss! They're just gonna vibe together, no labels, and I think that's fun. They communicate so well, even if there are still things that are not being said.

Is Asri's home gone, or did their ex just say that? Cause i'm thinking, but I might be overthinking. She's a massive bitch but I do want to give her the benfit of the doubt and assume that no one would lie about that to get a pass to just leave someone stranded.

Also Aura, respectfully, your ships crew was made up of mostly assholes that have no taste, respectfully.

[rancidsugar]

[wren-kitchens]

i can’t find the words

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the infirmary is silent, save for the raspy breathing of its only inhabitant. it took a long while for him to ignore the pain enough to drift off, but I doubt his dreams are being particularly kind to him; getting tortured does that to a guy. apollo left after he was certain he had done all he could, and is currently resting. if you think harming a god like that takes a lot of power, healing a god tends to take twice that much —you can’t pour from an empty oinochoe, as they say, and if poseidon's sorry state is anything to go by, he'll be needed again pretty soon. 

okay this one is pretty much entirely based on @neal-illustrator's famtheon hkfdj this is also partly inspired by luke Sobbing in the live-streamed watchthrough of the ithica saga songs

have some zeus & poseidon hurt/comfort 👍 a part 2 to this!

cw: mentions of torture and injury!

the infirmary is silent, save for the raspy breathing of its only inhabitant. it took a long while for him to ignore the pain enough to drift off, but I doubt his dreams are being particularly kind to him; getting tortured does that to a guy. apollo left after he was certain he had done all he could, and is currently resting. if you think harming a god like that takes a lot of power, healing a god tends to take twice that much —you can’t pour from an empty oinochoe, as they say, and if poseidon's sorry state is anything to go by, he'll be needed again pretty soon. 

of course, all of olympus has heard the news—courtesy of hermes, to no one's surprise—and yet even the trickster god himself has not set foot in the healing chambers. if you ask me (and really, who else is there to ask?), they’re all rather frightened. not of poseidon himself, or the injuries, but of what the two combined represent: if the god of the ocean, all-powerful and second strongest deity in all the land, can be taken down by a mere mortal.. what does that say for the rest of them? 

no one other than I actually dare to voice this sentiment, but it hangs heavy in the air near the silent infirmary. the area is usually less bustling, due to its solemn nature, but athena's brief visit after her.. little spat with zeus brought flocks of siblings and uncles and cousins to simper and sympathise and bring flowers of every kind. after all, a god wounding another is hardly an uncommon sight—and not even remotely cause for concern. now, poseidon's chamber remains empty of any signs of life other than the god himself in the bed, and smears of golden ichor on the bedsheets from what his bandages could not contain. a grim sight indeed.

although- I tell a lie. for the first time since poseidon arrived, someone other than apollo enters the chamber—uncharacteristically hesitant, almost walking back out as they feel the crushing silence in the place. the god carries an almost amusingly small flower when compared to their size, but the expression on their face erases any hilarity the situation may have created. after all, it's one thing to hear the god of the ocean was struck down by a mortal—it's another matter entirely to see your elder brother near-lifeless after being tortured with his own weapon. 

the fact that his brother remains asleep is both a source of anxiety and relief for zeus. it's not news to anyone that the king of gods does not like to show weakness, let alone affection, and poseidon's lack of consciousness combined with the rest of the pantheon's aversion to the infirmary allows for him to act unobserved (of course, they are not entirely unobserved, but they are unaware of my existence, dear reader). on the other hand.. the empty look on the sleeping ocean god's face, accompanied by the ichor-stained bandages across his torso and eye brings a mortifying dread to zeus' heart that he would vehemently deny ever experiencing, even to himself.

poseidon stirs, muttering something inaudible, and zeus practically freezes in place. he makes to turn over, and immediately groans in pain, startling awake. it takes a second for him to regain his bearings, but when he does, he practically stares at zeus, visibly surprised. momentarily, the brothers gape at one another, both feeling somewhat caught out, before finally, zeus speaks. 

"I- brother!" he says, making an attempt at his usual bravado and falling ever so slightly short. "I see you are- making a speedy recovery?"

blinking back sleep and lasting confusion, poseidon clears his throat- and suppresses a wince as his wounds protest. "yes, I- apollo has been doing.. good work."

"I can see." zeus tries for a confident smile. it doesn't quite reach his eyes as it typically does. "that- the colour of your skin is.. coming back, I believe."  

"oh." poseidon raises a hand, glancing at the back of it. "I suppose- yes, it is." he looks back at zeus. "brother.. what are you doing here?"

zeus scoffs. "what- I cannot visit you when you are ill?" he says, hoping he sounds more flippant than he suspects he does. "am I not typically kind?"

poseidon decides not to answer the second question. "it's simply out of the ordinary for you." he says cautiously, on instinct. "besides, do you see another soul here?"

"you need rest!" zeus says, as if it was meant to be obvious. "it would be rude to interrupt-"

"zeus," poseidon says, and zeus stops in his tracks. "why are you here?" 

zeus opens his mouth to say something along the lines of 'it's my duty', or 'do you think me so heartless?', but nothing of the sort comes out. in fact- nothing comes out at all, to both his and poseidon's surprise, other than a painfully quiet exhale, containing far more emotion than he ever wants to express in his life again. something shifts in poseidon's expression, as if he understood what that meant, and zeus is about to blast them both into ash when poseidon reaches a hand out. 

"brother, I will be fine." he says, and it suddenly occurs to zeus that he's offering to hold his hand. without his say, zeus' eyes dart to poseidon's amputated arm, something seizing in his chest in a way that has not occurred in centuries. "if kro-"

"I know." zeus says before poseidon can continue, like he can dispel the realisations from the two of them if he just talks loud enough. "you shall make a full recovery. apollo is an excellent healer- he is my son, of course." 

"yes." poseidon says, dropping his hand. zeus can’t help but feel as if he’s lost something. "but I will not let that mortal wipe me off this earth." he says, with a bite of malice in his words that suggest he’s being a little more truthful than he probably should be. "I will not give him the satisfaction." he looks at zeus. "just as I did not give our grandfather the satisfaction. I have dealt with worse."

"must you-" zeus starts with the intention of criticising his brother, when his voice fails him as it has never done before. "must you say that?"

poseidon gives a little smile. "brother, it has been millennia. you cannot fault me-"

"you did not have to watch." zeus hates this—the way his voice betrays him, the sympathy in poseidon's eyes, the memories his injuries bring to the surface of his mind. hating it does not make it disappear, no matter how much he wished it would. "both times- I had to watch. I cannot- I will not let you leave once again."

poseidon raises his hand, and this time zeus does not hesitate in taking it, desperately trying to convince himself it is for poseidon's comfort, rather than his own. "I have no intentions of leaving. you are king of the gods."

"in which case, I order you to remain." zeus says, and he feels just as he did all those years ago—playing make believe with his brother, imagining what life would be like if they were on top. "you cannot disobey a royal order."

"I would not dare." poseidon says in that mock solemn voice zeus remembers all too well. he finds that his throat is suddenly tight at the memory. "the all-powerful zeus could strike me down if he so wish-"

zeus decides not to remember what he does next. he does not recall how he ended up with his arms around his brother, nor does he recall blaming the dampness on his face on poseidon's hair. he most certainly has no memory of the way poseidon's embrace felt so painfully similar to how it used to, and it'd be impossible to say if his brother muttered comforting words into zeus' hair as he once did. 

poseidon remembers, though. the gentleness that was so clearly out of zeus' nature as he did his best to avoid upsetting his tender wounds, the familiarity of his brother in arms mixed with how bizarre it felt to be equal in size after centuries of memories of his baby brother. he remembers feeling silently grateful for zeus' sobs masking his own, for odysseus—somehow—landing them both in this situation, and he certainly will not forget the whispered 'I think I missed this,' for a thousand lifetimes. 

[thejudeduarte]

"We do not love because people deserve it-nor would I want to be loved because I was the most deserving of some list of candidates. I want to be loved for my worst self as well as my best. I want to be forgiven my flaws."

-Tiernan, The Prisoners Throne

[bberry005]

my highly specific star wars take? if the bad batch was released/written/a concept before rebels then omega would've been a recurring character if not a member of the ghost crew. sabine thinks she's the coolest person ever and ezra and zeb are both a little (a lot) afraid of her. she's best friends with hera. omega and kanan hated each other a little at first but now they'd probably die for each other but will never admit it. there's one episode where omega just says "my brothers are coming to help" and then clone force 99 plus phee and emerie all just appear and ezra and zeb are like "how are there MORE OF YOU?!". omega is simultaneously the best and worst influence on everyone around her. she probably teaches sabine how to use a sniper rifle and teaches ezra fancy knife tricks he always fails at. she and rex act like annoying siblings all the time. she's constantly saying "i know a guy" and then some high profile criminal shows up.

[martianbugsbunny]

I need somebody to say "karabast" in the ahsoka show please it's for my mental health

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Robin: I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing glasses… Levi: I came straight from school! Alex: Why don’t you wear them? Levi: I look stupid. Alex: Glasses are neat-.. if you wore them, maybe you’d make them cool. Robin: Nah, he’s a dork. [laughter] … Oscar: See? I told you they’d work things out eventually. Ava: What? Oscar: Robin and Levi. ??? Oscar: Well.. I told one of you, maybe it was Wren. Byrd: Maybe? Oscar: Whatever, I’m losing the plot-.. who wants cake?! Ava: ME! Oscar: Okay, but we’ve gotta make it first. Ava: Ugh, don’t offer it if it’s not even made yet-.. I don’t like baking, it’s too messy. Byrd: It takes too long too-.. waiting sucks! Oscar: [tuts] Heathen’s-.. WREN! Wren: WHAT?! Oscar: Come bake a cake with your increasingly old man. Wren: Ooh, okay.. what kind? Oscar: Dunno, let’s see what we’ve got.

[hedefect]

okay kind of just had a moment and i'm not trying to vague post or anything since it isn't a big deal and i hate even having to say anything?!?! but i'm just gonna get it out so there's no confusion or anything : i really want to priotize writing, storytelling, collaboration and development on finn / faith. so i'll be unfollowing mutuals who either haven't responded to my attempts at plotting and / or those i just can't see myself actually collaborating with (and by that i mean writing something juicy together, not just random starters / replies that never go anywhere). this also applies to pals with multiple blogs like love you bad but what are we gonna write between finn and daffy duck?? please let's be fr. i also hard block blogs for about a week before unblocking .... this is because i have bad badddd memory issues!! it's not personal in anyway!! i have no beef with anyone!! i hope y'all can understand and won't be offended by my actions <3

[lesmisscraper]

The Gardener and his Brother, and his Daughter as a Charity Pupil. Volume 2, Book 8, Chapter 8.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[cutietrait]

some things never change

[illuminatedquill]

Hera: I will be over here, just in case.

Sabine: It’s not the first time Ezra and I have seen a movie together, you know. I can handle this.

Hera: True, but this time you two are dating. It’s okay to be nervous.

Sabine: Who’s nervous? Not me.

Hera, skeptical: . . . Sure. Okay, here he comes. Don’t panic.

Ezra, walking over: Our movie seats are ready - oh, do you need a refill?

Sabine: I do? Oh, I do.

Ezra: I’ll get it for you. Just take your top off.

Sabine: . . . My what.

Ezra: Your top.

Sabine, blushing: Here? Now?

Ezra: Yeah. Do you want me to do it for you?

Sabine: No! No. I can do it if - if that’s what you want.

Ezra, concerned: I mean, yeah, I need you to do it if you want the refill - what are you doing.

Sabine, mid-way through taking off her shirt: You said -

Hera, from across the room: No, you kriffing virgin! He meant the lid of your cup! Oh my god, Sabine!

[rancidsugar]

[wren-kitchens]

there is no line never enough

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maybe it's cruel. no- it's almost definitely cruel, and grian is probably stooping a bit lower than he'd like here, but frankly, he has not been able to think about hotguy without that creeping dread accompanying it. he’s never liked the guy that much, but he’s always been.. for lack of a better phrase, a bit of a bumbling idiot. grian hasn't seen him so cold and calculating behind that cheery persona before, and now he doubts he'll ever be able to see him the same way again. so with that in mind.. it's still cruel. but, in grian's opinion anyway, it might just be deserved. 

completely inspired by this incredible animatic by @persiiart on youtube! which in turn is ddvau created by the wonderful doody and maruu! go check them all out, they’re all so incredibly talented

maybe it's cruel. no- it's almost definitely cruel, and grian is probably stooping a bit lower than he'd like here, but frankly, he has not been able to think about hotguy without that creeping dread accompanying it. he’s never liked the guy that much, but he’s always been.. for lack of a better phrase, a bit of a bumbling idiot. grian hasn't seen him so cold and calculating behind that cheery persona before, and now he doubts he'll ever be able to see him the same way again.

so with that in mind.. it's still cruel. but, in grian's opinion anyway, it might just be deserved. 

he watches as hotguy wanders across the street from atop the roof, and he can’t help smirking to himself. grian has always found it funny to wind jimmy up with some silly story about trimming his eyelashes or polishing his books—perhaps this is just an extension of that. the thought crosses his mind that jimmy ought to have gone on his 'not-a-date' with tango by now, and he finds himself a little miffed that he has not heard all about it just yet. sure, he’s spent the better part of a week in the hospital, but still—you’d think joel or lizzie would have come by to gossip, at least.

"i know you’re there, birdie!" comes hotguy's voice, that stupid flirtatious note in it, as if grian would ever fall for him. "come on, don't be shy!"

grian rolls his eyes and lets himself fall from the roof, spreading his wings to glide slowly down. hotguy, the complete dolt that he is, doesn't see him as he descends, nor does he hear as grian lands directly behind him. how he ever managed to get this far is beyond grian's understanding.

"i’m hardly shy." grian says, and hotguy yelps, jumping away from him. he smirks as hotguy tries to regain his composure. "what are you doing out here? doesn’t seem to be much going on."

"aw, just waiting for my favourite vigilante!" hotguy gives what grian assumes is something he considers a winning smile, and grian wants to gag. "haven't seen you around!"

grian shrugs, taking a step forward. "i've been busy." he tilts his head to the side. "i’ve heard you had something of an ordeal with a couple civilians."

hotguy blinks, apparently already taken aback by grian's behaviour. well, this ought to be more fun than he expected. "i- well, it's all over the news, i’d be surprised if you hadn't." he gives an awkward chuckle. "y’know- it's thanks to a professor at the university that we got things under control."

"what, you couldn't handle it yourself?" grian leans forward, hands behind his back—birdlike. "you’re all.." he gives hotguy a look up and down, lingering a little on his chest. "well, you know."

much to grian's satisfaction, hotguy's face has begun to redden, his eyes wide. "i don’t- you- i may be called hotguy, but i don't have fire powers." he manages, flustered. "that was- it was kind of the whole- the saviour of the day! i- um."

grian is definitely enjoying himself too much now, but he doesn't want to stop. "never seen you be so tongue-tied." he glances at hotguy's lips briefly, but long enough for him to have noticed. maybe he should do this more often, actually. "it's kinda cute."

okay, that may have slipped out there. as much as he detests the guy, grian has to admit- it is a little cute how easily the macho hero can be completely thrown off his game by some flirting. once again grian has to wonder how he managed to get this position—you'd think he should be better at this. 

"i- i’m only human, cuteguy." hotguy laughs, visibly embarrassed. he takes a step back, and grian takes another forward. "i’m not- what are you doing? um- exactly." 

grian gives what he hopes is an attractive laugh, beginning to circle the self-proclaimed 'hero'. "oh, i’m just havin' a little fun. can’t blame a guy for that, can you?"

"i suppose not." hotguy is beginning to look nervous, until grian puts a hand on his shoulder and runs his fingers along to his neck and down his spine. hotguy gives an almost imperceptible shiver. "you- you know, your name is pretty accurate."

"hm?" grian hums, resting his chin on hotguy's other shoulder, interested by the change in tone. he sounds confident, and grian is too curious to shut it down. "how's that?"

hotguy turns his head, and his lips brush grian's ear as he murmurs. "well, you’re pretty darn cute, birdie."

grian expects it to be revolting—unpleasant at least. so when something sparks in his chest, something that makes him want hotguy to talk like that some more, needless to say, he’s surprised. surprised, but not displeased. 

"now aren't you just the charmer." grian smirks, placing his hand on hotguy's waist and keeping it there as he walks around to face him. 

despite his boost of confidence, hotguy is breathless when he says, "i live to serve." he grins. "besides, it's true."

grian tilts his head, and pushes hotguy in the chest, his back against the brick wall of what he assumes to be unoccupied apartment buildings, if the lack of light emitted from any of the windows is an accurate indicator. hotguy gives a surprised huff, and grian moves closer, standing between hotguy's legs, hand still on his chest.

"this- this is a change of pace." hotguy says, the colour on his cheeks deepening further. his eyes flicker from grian's own to his lips and back again. well, why not?

grian leans forward until his lips almost graze hotguy's, eyes half closed. "not a fan?"

a beat, in which grian can hear hotguy's breath quicken ever so slightly, and feel his pulse speeding under his palms. "well- that isn’t what i said, is it?"

"i have noticed, of course." grian murmurs. "the way you look at me. it'd be hard to miss."

hotguy huffs a laugh that ruffles the tips of grian's hair. "i can’t say i’m surprised to hear that."

"you probably also noticed," grian's lips are practically brushing against hotguy's as he speaks, he’s that close. he watches as hotguy's eyes flutter shut. "that i don’t look at you the same."

grian pulls back suddenly, staying long enough to watch hotguy blink in confusion before he takes off, grinning triumphantly as he wiggles his fingers in a mocking wave. as he flies away, back home, he doesn't bother looking back.