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sophieswundergarten · 7 months
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Okay okay okay
So
More thoughts on Reynie being a child of Aphrodite
One day, maybe a week after he's been claimed, Reynie is walking in the woods. He's trying to avoid the other campers, skirting the line between "So far that he's going to attract monsters" and "Far enough that no one will find him"
It's not that he doesn't like the other campers, it's just that, even after Kate and Constance (And probably Martina too) threatened half of camp into submission, nothing changes
The other kids, especially his cabin mates, keep touching him. Leaning on him (But not like Constance, soft and subtle, haft-reluctant affection), tapping at his shoulders (But not like Sticky, gentle and timid, but with a growing trust), and pulling him everywhere (Which, while it did not hurt as much as Kate's grasp, was still burningly unfamiliar)
And it's so uncomfortable. He feels like he can barely breathe, like he's crawling out of his skin to get away from soft hands and long nails and heady perfume. And no one listens when he asks for space, no one notices when he stiffens or shrinks back or stumbles at the unexpected arm around his waist; the hand on his wrist; the invasive closeness when someone leans so hard against you that all you can see is their teeth and their eyes and you wonder if this not unlike how a small rabbit may feel in the presence of a hungry predator
So, he's in the woods
And as he's walking, a woman appears out of the trees, and he knows instantly that it's her
And he freezes
Because he doesn't... hate her (Not that Reynie Muldoon could hate anyone) But, he doesn't know her. He's never met her before, never seen her apart from paintings, let alone in a capacity where he knew her to be his mother
And he just wants to know why. Why she left, why she didn't even care. How could she just... forget him? Was he really so terrible, that his own mother wouldn't even bother to find him? It was one thing if she knew that he had a mortal parent to protect him, but after he'd been placed in the orphanage?
She didn't care even then? When the monster attacks got worse and Miss Perumal had to fight to keep him there, to keep him safe, to keep him off the streets?
What had he done so wrong, even as a baby?
And of course, she fawns over him and pats his cheeks and runs her hands all over him with an unearned familiarity and coos and asks why on Earth he hasn't been staying in her cabin? Especially now that he knows he has siblings and a home now?
He responds politely, unsure how to handle this. She continues and seems disgusted that he'd rather stay with the Apollo or Ares or let alone Athena campers (She doesn't know about Constance yet), and that's almost enough for Reynie to stand up in defense of his friends, when she suddenly switches topics.
She continues scrutinizing his appearance, commenting on his clothes and his hair and his stance. Doesn't he know he's a son of Aphrodite? He should strut with the confidence of a dozen fashion models (And doesn't that make Reynie cringe. Strut? Not on his life, no thank you) Why isn't he wearing better clothes? It may have been alright when he was living in that dirty mortal building, but now, now that he's been claimed and he has his brothers and sisters to provide him with clothing, why is he still in sweater vests and khakis? Did they not have things up to his style? She could find outfits for him if he'd rather, it's been so long since she got to play dress-up with one of her children—
And with each word Reynie gets smaller and smaller. He knew that this was wrong somehow, had hoped it was a mistake, but this was worse. He was the mistake
Aphrodite prattles on. He looks so average and boring, but doesn't he know? Isn't he aware? If he just changed his clothes and wore some makeup and walked as if he owned everything, which he basically did, because even she had heard whispers of his charm-speak, the world would fall at his feet. He may be basic and nondescript, but no one need notice. With all the glitter and fancy jewelry and maybe a girl on his arm and definitely with his words, no one would ever look at his face.
No one would ever know that part of him
He'd be untouchable; stunning for some unknown and unattainable reason. And they could get people to help him with his sense of style and everything, what he really needed to do was come with her for a bit and they could see what his voice could do. She wouldn't be surprised if it had an effect even on an Olympian, with how powerful it was among half-bloods.
And it's at this moment, as Reynie is stuttering to speak, trying to find some way out of the maze of her gossipy chatter and make himself heard (Not that it would work. Not that it had worked all week. Maybe this was his life now, the strongest words in the world sealed behind his lips so he didn't hurt anyone as he was pushed and dragged from place to place where he didn't want to be)
It is right then that Kate appears, Martina at her side and Sticky and Constance right behind them.
The older girls had come straight from combat practice, still in their armor, as soon as Sticky and Constance had told them that they couldn't find Reynie
Kate challenges the goddess, pointing a sword at her even as the boys look at her with twin looks of terror. Aphrodite laughs, wondering aloud what such a strange and out of place group of campers could want with her son.
Constance pushes in front, swallowtail wings flared wide, stating that Reynie doesn't belong to anyone, let alone her. The two regard each other, silent and full of vitriol. Aphrodite hisses that Constance has nothing to do with this, and she should stay out of it.
The little girl points out that this has everything to do with her, especially as Aphrodite has yet to release her grip on Reynie's shoulders. Constance takes a risk, daring the goddess if she wants to deal with Psyche, and that proves to be too much of a bother for her.
Aphrodite fists a hand in Reynie's shirt before smoothing it out again, promising she'll be back. And then she disappears in a haze of pink mist, a thick cloud of expensive Olympian perfume.
And then Reynie is surrounded, hugs and reassuring pats on the back and careful fingers lacing through his own, and for the first time in ages it doesn't hurt. It isn't burning or cold or shocking. It is unexpected, yes, but not uninvited. He trusts these people.
And whatever his mother has to say about things, well, that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that his friends came for him, his friends listened and helped him, and he didn't even have to ask. They just knew, without him saying a word
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arctic-hands · 7 months
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When I was a teenager and still on Neopets I was part of a pretty big Star Trek guild and eventually became part of its council, with the solemn duty of creating weekly polls. Well one day I created the poll "Which would win in a fight? Borg Cube or Death Star?". Naturally, since this was a Star Trek guild, the answer was overwhelmingly "Borg Cube", but someone did have the rationality to point out we were biased.
So I look up a pretty prominent Star Wars guild and message one of their council and ask them to poll the same question and get back to me in a week. They do, and naturally the fuckin geeks said "Death Star".
So then I look up a Stargate guild and messaged the lead council member, saying the same thing, and they get back to me almost immediately saying that the Death Star would immediately one-shot a Borg Cube but they would never be able to do it again to another Cube. And I took that wisdom back to my guild and we were mollified, and for one moment the Nerd World was peaceful.
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cloverstellar · 1 month
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I don’t care if I know you bc we’re mutuals or I follow you or you follow me or if you’re just randomly on my dash/notes but if I see your url and I see that boop button you’re getting fucking booped
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canonkiller · 8 months
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but you can't keep holding on like this.
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spinejackel · 11 months
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What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O
it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”
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the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997
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it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)
two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama
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and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio
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edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.
i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes
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flowerytale · 7 months
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Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God
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homoquartz · 7 months
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me when i see a beaufoful woman
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keymintt · 9 months
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a comic/zine about coyotes
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andysanimation · 6 months
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Movie with a trash little little bb girl who is a man in his 30-40s who needs a job, and has a difficult relationship with his child/sibling. Then gets a job as a night guard and everything seems fine, until the night, when the inanimate objects come to live and get quirky. But eventually understand each other and team up to stop the bigger evil.
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softichill · 2 months
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Trying this again since my last one was missing so many
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videogamepolls · 2 months
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This Wikipedia article has a more comprehensive list
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cloverstellar · 5 months
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roppiepop · 3 months
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Who’s coming to the cookout?
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greyias · 9 months
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Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)
Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker
You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!
The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.
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flowerytale · 7 months
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Louise Glück, from "Persephone the Wanderer", Averno
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