#spoilers ig

[aprilflowers-likedaisies]

When Grover is explaining that they can't go on a plane travel because the sky is Zeus' domain and he might try to kill Percy himself as Percy is a forbidden child and Percy is just like "yeah no one told me that"

You can see the frustration growing on him each time. Like yeah, he went on a quest he didn't even want to, he is with the mission of saving the world and he just wants his mother back, apparently he's going to be betrayed by one of his friends and on top of that now the god of gods wants to kill him

Percy is mad. Every moment that passes by just makes Percy even angrier. At the beginning he thought his dad sucked but it turns out that every single greek god is horrible. He is not having it in the slightest and I love how this is clear in the show

Both his and Luke's frustrations are so alike, maybe even the same, but what they do regarding it is so different. This parallel is incredible

#spoilers ig #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson series #pjo #luke #luke castellan

[clone-whore-99]

We bullied Hunter into losing the scarf 😭😭😭

#spoilers ig #the bad batch #star wars #tbb #sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb s3

[olliepurples]

ON SCREEN GAY ROBOT SEX NOW!!! NO COMPROMISES!!!!!

#bang brave bang bravern #bravern #bbbb #spoilers ig #absolute state #robot fuckers eating good today

[arizaluca]

went looking thru my black sheep au chapter notes again and. what is my 2 am brain on lmao. (ignores the timestamp of this post ignores the timestamp of this post ignores the

#black sheep au #cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cotl au #cotl lamb #narilamb #true devotion #out of context #writing thoughts #cotl fic #cult of the lamb fanfic #spoilers ig #fanfic #writing #wip #i stg i'm sober while writing these

[jennifersbod]

the only way to describe bunny is the secret history meets rocky horror picture show meets heathers meets fight club and i’m not even joking

#like i’m so obsessed rn #spoilers ig #bunny mona awad #jen talks books #personal

[3-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

THE LOOKS??? THE LOOK POSEIDON GAVE PERCY?? THE PAIN IN THAT LOOK? PERCY BEING HOPEFUL HE WOULD SAY SOMETHING. AND THE FACE OF BETRAYAL WHEN HE SAW THE PEARL CB THESE ARE ACTORS BORN TO PLAY THEIR CHARACTERS!!!!!

#so much stuff said and so much stuff left unspoken #he rlly wanted to say that ofc he dreamed of her #and Percy really wanted to hear him say that #but both couldn’t #I can’t #bye #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo poseidon #pjo tv season finale #spoilers ig

[zhorrot]

It's incredibly subtle but you can see Seteth's fangs when he talks, especially when he smiles

Flayn too

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #spoilers ig #seteth #flayn #yall think you being slick #show them ears

[nebulablur]

People be so sad about Cassandra betrayal arc meanwhile I'm crying about mister identity crisis over here and his sad little song 🥲

Wow i don't draw sad stuff often especially not of this man

#digital art #clip studio paint #tangled #tts #tangled the series #tangled the series fanart #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #tangled the series eugene #tts eugene #tts fanart #fanart #*everything i ever thought i knew plays in the background while i cry* #spoilers ig

[nightshade-error]

#MATPAT YOU LIAR #Im so glad hes in the movie #matpat #fnaf movie #spoilers ig

[aelivz]

What my my cousin remembers about the jjk characters based on what I told her

#spoilers ig #why is it kinda accurate tho #i can't even deny anything #pls don't come for me #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso kamo #toji fushiguro #gojo satoru #nanami kento

[johnsspacesuittight]

I know Deli has romance going on with the pasta lady, and that they don’t really do pc romance on D20 but the way I immediately fucking shipped Deli and Colin the vibes were just there, it was already too late the first time they interacted and I couldn’t go back lmao

#dimension 20 #the ravening war #d20 the ravening war #spoilers ig #thane delissandro katzon #lou wilson #colin provolone #zac oyama

[salamie-baby]

that krill did NOT give me a head start

-me, after getting blasted in the dick immediately upon entering the new season area

#Spoilers ig #sky: cotl #sky children of the light #sal is skyposting #that sky game #sky: children of the light #sky cotl #skyblr #sky game

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Nobody:

Me watching a random ghost offer another ghost the gift of life: is this a fnaf reference

#the walten files #spoilers ig #I'm going insane yall this episode was so good #martin walls #I'm abt to be so annoying abt this god bless

[vacantgodling]

oc kiss week day 6 4: reach

i’m posting this out of order bc i had this finished first LMAO 💀 next one i’ll post is day 4 promise pff

WIP: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol)

SHIP: erik soori (he/him, ranger) x un "dion" undershield (he/him, protector)

SUMMARY: dion knew it was his fault, but that didn't make it hurt less. the worst part was erik didn't blame him at all.

tw(s): major out of context spoilers, amputation (not in graphic detail, it's already been done) & traumatic limb loss

worldbuilding notes: erik and miona are both from diisai, which is an island to the west of terrae's mainland across the eastern sea (which is not east lmao). diisaians like themselves have a sort of highland (scottish) adjacent sounding accent, and because i like writing vernaculars, you'll see that make an appearance here. erik's accent is stronger than miona's because miona grew up in the capital of diisai while erik grew up in the highlands.

also sorry in advance for this this is so sad fr LMAO.

“I spoke wi’eh doctor.” Miona said. She wasn’t looking at him, or where Erik lay, deathly still on the hospital bed. His body was fully covered by blankets up to his chin, and his face didn’t look peaceful so much as he just looked like a corpse. If Dion knew Miona better, like Erik did, maybe he would’ve been able to read through whatever emotion her flat voice was trying to hide. He didn’t look at her either. Just kept staring at him like he had for the past week. She waited a long moment before she continued. 

“After he’s granted discharge, it's recommended ‘at he retire.” 

Another long beat passed. 

“He can’t.” Dion was surprised hearing his own voice—the last time he heard it like this was when Fia passed and. And. He sucked in a harsh breath through his nose; he couldn’t think about her. Not now, it would break him.

Miona whirled on him, her eyes suddenly blazing. “Can’t?!” Her voice was shrill. “He lost his fucking arm, you heartless piece o’ shit!” Guilt seared through Dion’s gut like he’d been fileted, and it was hard not to double over from the pain of it. “Th’ whole damn thing!” She screamed and Dion wished he could scream too. He knew! And it was his fault. Miona wasn’t done her tirade however. “Can you stop being so fucking selfish for once in yer damn life—”

“I know what he lost!” Dion finally growled, cutting her off. He could barely breathe around the nausea that gripped him like iron from the inside of his throat, strangling him with every word, but he pushed them out. “But you and I both know he won’t!” 

Miona glowered at him, grinding her teeth, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it herself. She tried again. “Then convince ‘im! For pity’s sake, he can’t go on like this!” 

Dion turned away from her, and away from Erik no matter how much he needed to stare at him to make sure that he was there. “I can’t do that.” His voice was barely a puff of air; a wheeze.

If he was looking at Miona, he would’ve seen the way she tugged at her hair in frustration. “Ye’re the only one who can!” She choked on her words, tears welling up in her voice like an overflowing dam. “He’ll ne’er be able to shoot a bow again—don’t ye get it? And you know he won’t sit around and do paperwork all day!” 

“I’m not stupid.” Dion felt the stupid, useless tears that he hated to shed begin to trail down his dark cheeks and he pointedly kept his face turned away. That’s what was tearing him up—he knew that Erik was fucked over beyond repair and he fucking caused it.

The one thing Fia loved about Erik more than anything was his bow. The one thing that completed Erik, was that ridiculous thing, near as large as Dion’s own shield, at his side. He drew it with such a raw power in a way that was lost on the rangers of the mainland; a unique artform all of its own. And because of Dion it was ruined. He’d ruined Fia’s dream—as the last insult to her memory. He’d ruined Erik, as the final straw in the string of insults that Dion had taken at his character. The one man who never left him. The one man who coddled him, listened to him, cared for him even when he didn’t fucking deserve it—

“Get out o’eh way, ye stupid bastard!” 

Dion kept replaying the moment over and over in his mind. 

He had been so focused. So, angry, and reckless—Erik shouldn’t have had to cover his blind spot. Erik shouldn’t have known his blind spot… But logic reasoned that if anyone would’ve known it, Erik would. They’d been fighting together for… too long now. This was the price for that.

Both he and Miona were startled out of their argument by a shifting of the sheets. Of a loud, pained groan. 

“A’ll get th’ doctor!” Miona said. She rushed for the door, pausing for only a moment to look back at Dion. “But remember what Ah said. And don’t ye dare hurt him.”

Dion didn’t bother to deign what she said with a response. He was too busy falling to his knees by the bedside, grasping Erik’s trembling left hand in his own—what was left of him. 

He was forcibly moved from the bedside when the doctor rushed in.

It was another week before Erik awoke again. And in all that time, Dion stayed by his bedside. He tried to read, but his mind wouldn’t follow the words, but there was nothing else to do so he forced himself through passage after passage of drivel until it made his eyes burn and his head swim.

During that time, the room was constantly fluctuating with visitors: Miona came in nearly every day, and the barman—Papa, whatever his name, stopped by as well. The Diisiain they spoke rapidly between each other was too hushed for Dion to catch any of, but he noticed the forlorn look the burly man gave Erik when he finally ambled out. Cameron stopped by, and that archer his sister fancied, along with other people Dion hadn’t bothered to learn the names of. He’d never… realized how well liked Erik was. He’d been so focused on himself, his vengeance, his pain—its like he never even knew who Erik was. Is. He wasn’t dead. He had to keep telling himself that.

It was a sentiment proven true when Erik began to stir. Dion almost didn’t notice, given how quiet this awakening was compared to the previous outburst. His honey brown eyes were barely visible under his drooping lids, but visible enough for Dion to start when he said, all rasp, “Ne’er thought Ah’d see th’ day where ye’d voluntarily read somethin’, bubble boy.” 

The silly nickname that normally Dion hated constricted something fierce in his chest, and his heart stopped, before it began to hammer against his ribs. “You’re awake.” He said dumbly. “You’re actually awake.” 

“Fer better or worse.” Erik sighed heavily, so much that Dion could almost hear the creak of his bruised lungs. “Though Ah feel like th’ Lady o’ tha Universe sent th’ planet crashin’ down on me brow an’ knocked me clean oot. I feel awful.” Despite it, Erik chuckled and Dion felt his heart crash down to his stomach. How could he do this? How was he this endless well of optimism. When Fia died, Erik hadn’t shed a tear that Dion could see. Just held him, helped him bury her body—their bodies of the rest of their team. When Dion shunned his jokes and his cheer, he’d let it roll off of his shoulders without even blinking. He almost wanted to ask—what kept him cheerful when the world was cruel and heartless? But then Erik sat up on the bed. With some difficulty, Dion could add. The book he was reading fell from his lap as he lunged to reach Erik, helping him get to an upright position with a hand steadied on his back. The blanket dropped from his shoulders, and suddenly it was bared to the world. Bandaged; but enough that Dion felt the nausea of guilt arrest him again. Where Erik’s right arm should’ve been, there was nothing but a nub right at the shoulder. It was a clean break, like someone snapped it off like an icicle or chalk, and not the horribly mangled, jagged thing it had been when Dion and Jace managed to drag him to the hospital, already passed clean out from the pain. They must’ve had to amputate slightly further up, to salvage what they could… even if it wasn’t much. 

Aware of it, Erik stilled, and how he was turned obscured his expression from Dion. Without warning, his left arm came grasping at the place where his arm once was. 

“She’s really gone… Isn’t she?” Erik’s voice was threadbare. But surprisingly, he wasn’t the one who’d begun to cry.

When Dion didn’t give him an answer, Erik turned his head. The worried expression on his face was swimming in Dion’s vision.

“Oi… Ye… ye’re cryin’?” Erik looked about as lost as Dion felt. When he tried to open his mouth, no sound came out. “Ah…” Erik’s left hand reached out then hesitated, unsure. But, steeling his resolve, he reached out all the way, and grasped Dion by the front of his shirt. It only took one tug to pull Dion into his embrace, and any other day, any other time Dion would’ve shoved him off but now… His arms just felt too weak. 

Against his hair, he felt a brush of Erik’s lips. 

“Ah didn’t think ye’d cry.” He said, hushed. The lips pressed into Dion’s hair again, this time more purposeful and it hit Dion so sharply that he felt dizzy. Despite the fact that Dion caused his injury. Despite the fact that Dion couldn’t do anything but growl and scowl and give him grief for his troubles to be friendly, that no matter what happened between them, Erik was always there whenever Dion fell. He couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t bear it. 

“If Ah thought Ah could’a gone fer me bow, I woulda but…” Erik tried to laugh but it came out watery and broken. “An’ now… Ah’m ne’er gonna shoot me bow again.” He laughed again, but this one was more pained and Dion pulled away, if only to look into Erik’s eyes. Tears had begun pouring down his face like a river’s spring flood.

Dion wished he knew what to say.

“.... Ah promised meself that Ah wouldn’t regret it if ye were safe.” Erik whispered, and then suddenly he was breaking. It was all Dion could do but pull Erik into his chest as he wailed, his tears wrenching and racking his whole, too thin body with them. All Dion could do was hold him and mirror the gesture; pressing the most delicate of kisses to Erik’s head as he fell apart.

#ockiss24 #these two drive me insane they BREAK ME they HURT ME SM #this is part of what makes dion finally get his head out of his ass btw #s: tcol #ren writing #spoilers ig

[pinkninja236]

So like image that the world goes Wrong. You have no idea how, or why, or where everyone else has gone but you are stuck with your annoying coworker who you hate but you also kind of dont. And this is sort of good for you because you may be wanted criminals! Except that its you and the person you wouldnt be caught dead agreeing with and shes insufferable but you live together because there is no one else in the fucking world and you cant do this alone. And you know that you can work well together because youve done it in the past! But every time its happened you are back at eachothers throats the next day and ngl shes kind of attractive and you cant pretend you hadnt thought about it. But anyway you live together for 6 years and its kind of domestic, you do the repairs and fix up a typewriter for her, she gardens and gets books from the library that she thinks you would enjoy and cuts your hair when it bothers you and stops making blackberry pie because it reminds you of your mother and makes you upset. And you still bicker and argue over everything and cannot get along to save your lives but the two of you play card games together in the evenings and have a long drawn out will-they-wont-they and when it finally seems like the answer might be that you will, you get into a massive argument because you still have fundamentally different viewpoints on if the remains of the outside world are safe or not and if that even matters so you leave. And thats where breaker whiskey starts

#bw #breaker whiskey #HSAR #spoilers ig #this podcast does things to my brain #ty lauren for managing to distill absolutely everything that I think makes ships interesting into one neat package #some of this is interpretation but most of it is direct from canon

[cabinofimagines]

art? on this blog? It has been a while anyways have this low effort TSATS meme i made for Danny specifically

#barbie #TSAT #the sun and the star #admin asja #anon #heroes of olympus #art #fanart #nico di angelo #cabinofimagines #will solace #tsats #spoilers ig #no context #asja