Just wanted to doodle a memey Apollo. He’s feeling generous today, so prepare yourselves, mortals!

There are two wolves within you. One of them just came up with a fanfic you desperately need to see, and the other refuses to write it.

Happy Holidays and A Happy New Year!

...ya’ll know the deal (#｀-_ゝ-)

Bonus:

misplaced baby

writing this apology months before it happens but i am so sorry for the person i am going to become eventually. i am getting into warhammer 40k

Kris. Kris. Kris. Of the two, do you prefer moss or potassium more?

* (You get the feeling this is about to be a very, very weird day.)

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Your Greek myth AU for Childe is really cool. The Trojan war is my favorite myth and I’m inspired to possibly write a yandere Pantalone x reader fic loosely based around Cassandra. I really like the thought you put into it.

Whoever you are, we need to be friends omg. Is this Apollo!Pantalone??? SIGN ME UP. If you ever get down to posting it please tag me or notify me 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 p l e a s e 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 i b e g

And thank you, thank you!!! I'm sorry that I'm not using the little Ajax version and just gave Childe the Odysseus role but it's absolutely fun to brainrot about! Course, had to tweak quite a lot of plot aspects but man. The idea of Athena!Skirk, Odysseus!Tartaglia— it's just hard to pass up.

AS CORAL DRAWS HIS FINAL BREATH

HIS PARTNER CALLED UNTIMELY DEATH

WILL STOP THE WORLD JUST TO BETRAY

IMPULSIVELY CAUSED TWO DECAY

THE BLOOD SHINES RED UPON HIS SWORD

AND SWEARS HIS LOYALTY TO HIS LORD

I knew it was gonna happen and was still flabbergasted when it did

yall mayhaps want some paladin symbolism or nah

Ok so I have some spnwin-spn connection spec I wanna share with y'all from back when @alwaysanoriginal were spiraling over some interview about The Winchesters (as we do). The second to last question is about John's journal being created, which of course made me think of plot hole vampmimes. Of course.

Or maybe not so plothole-y?

That was mostly a joke, though I did hope tonight was going to maybe for the lolz address that. Well, little did I know because that old convo continued with this:

DOES THIS REMIND YOU OF ANYTHING YOU WATCHED TONIGHT

DOES IT

Char, then, decided to come for me in the night and point out that the Running on Empty montage in 19 has some pretty choice scenes featuring Changing Channels, Wayward Sisters and the AU rift, Dean time traveling, and The Heroes' Journey (which I always argued was essentially the intended finale metaphorically).

Side note: sorry to expose y'all to my private ravings lol

A lot of this actually comes back to a point Billie made in s15 about Chuck building reality with himself at the center to keep it ticking. So how can you possibly beat him? By letting him think he won. I can't help but remember that delightful line from Dean in s12: "‘Cause we’re not trapped out here with you. You’re trapped out here with us." You know, that one time Dean and Sam pulled a death gambit to escape a black ops site.

But back to The Winchesters: last week we had Carlos refusing to play Loki's game (a god who can affect reality, or one's perception thereof) and winning. But to do so, he had to put his life on the line. He had to be willing to lose everything. By the way, I am once again feeling very emotional about Carlos saying he sacrificed everything for hunting, but he gained so much more because that's it! That's the thing! So yeah...cue Carlos singing Hard Times Come Again No More to his family.

This week John is the one with the seemingly inescapable fate of death (courtesy of vampires because of course), and while he doesn't tap out of the game, he realizes he knows nothing about the context of what he saw. He only got half the story, and the rest was up to him. It's appropriate, too, that this week we get another Supernatural classic with Mary reassuring John that they will find another way. And yeah, John does and wins.

And, I mean, if we're talking fate and god and gambles, why not remember a nifty piece of advice Sam and Dean received from Fortuna in The Gamblers: “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

My point is if we look at 19 and 20 much like we would a vision from an amulet, none of the plot of Supernatural needs to change. It's fated. But as Millie says, and John says, and Dean say: fate is what you make it. And if The Winchesters is about how Sam and Dean became the Winchesters, then what else is this show but the context we've been missing all along.

(send this man to stan jail tbh)

[also what is more Winchester stupid than the cosmic consequences of saving your family...like...say...releasing the Darkness or...causing an Akrida infestation...though who knows that could've been on purpose for reasons. I'm putting nothing past spnwin.]

Don't ask me how Dean goes from pulling a death gambit to get into heaven to time travelling to tweak with his parents' past. We're through the looking glass here people and we'll simply have to wait and see -- but the puzzle is for sure getting less mysterious. Something free will, knowledge, family, and Growth, something. Therapy. You know, The Winchesters.

Or I'm totally off the mark and I'll have egg for face who's to say, but for now, as a treat, I'm feeling very

So I had the wildest dream lmao. The City-Bayern game was happening in a very very narrow street which made it really hard to do anything well. The only players I recognized were Kimmich and Pavard. The rest seemed to be random individuals (in both teams). For some reason, City's coach was suddenly Cameron Diaz. A lot of handball was happening. Like players were even taking it in their hand and acting like it was basket ball at times. City scored a goal but honestly it shouldn't have counted because no one knew these were supposed to be where the goal was (because it was a very very narrow street and the goal limits for both teams hadn't been set even though the game had started) so Bayern protested but it didn't work. The Bayern boys didn't give up and were trying very hard. In fact the spirit was pretty much "we're not leaving without at least scoring one too/equalizing". In fact, someone pretty much yelled that and it might have been #5. At a point where her team was very disorganized Cameron Diaz orchestrated a distraction that allowed them to position themselves correctly again. Some time after a situation where Pavard seemed to be fighting for his life surrounded by City players (he seemed to be the only one defending or something) and no one giving him solutions for the ball, Kimmich was asking for the ball so Pavard tried to give it to him but it was a bit mishit but luckily Kimmich still ended up getting it but sadly nothing came from it. It, at least partially, was because City's goal limits still hadn't been set so it made it hard to know where to shoot. Yes, City was clearly being advantaged because as I said before their goal happened when none of the goal limits had been set so them scoring was almost an awarded one because it's how Bayern's goal limits were decided. It was like this : some City player shot towards a wall or something and it was goal but Bayern still didn't know where they were meant to shoot because City's goal limits weren't set. Btw the ball seemed to be some kind of foam ball (idk?) and it wasn't even that round and at times seemed very very small and almost flat. City almost scored a second goal. At some point, Kimmich started to sing and everyone stopped to listen. He may or may not have also been playing the guitar. Some seemed surprised he could sing. Then I woke up. The game wasn't over when Kimmich sang (I don't think) so who knows how it ended for Bayern after that but City were still leading by a goal.

See very wild, right ? I hope I didn't just somewhat predict how the game is gonna go with this City leading by a goal stuff though.

anon there's so much to unpack here..... i don't know where to start. i'm staying with jo suddenly starting to sing in the middle of a game and everyone staring in awe <3

HOLY SHIIIIITTTTT

can you write something where thena faints out of nowhere? some angst maybe?

love your fics, xoxo

Thena groans, waking up to the familiar feeling of an on-call bed under her. That shouldn't be right, though, because she's definitely supposed to be off by now. She's pretty sure she was headed to the parking lot.

A throat is cleared loudly.

Thena picks herself up, although she's dizzier than she expected herself to be. She sits up, though, looking down as she finds Gil's hoodie falling from having been laid over her. She looks up, and of course he's there. "Gil?"

He scowls at her.

Thena blinks at him. She's never seen that expression on him (at least not directed at her). "What happened?"

"You fainted, Thena," he informs her sharply, crossing his arms at her from the chair at the tiny on-call desk. "Just outright collapsed on the way to the parking lot. You're lucky I was loading up the bus when I found you."

Thena sighs. Not only is it embarrassing enough that she dropped like a fly, but also that she's sure everyone watched as Gil carried her back in here.

And that's besides him apparently being mad at her.

"I brought you back in on a stretcher, if you're worried about your reputation," he grumbles, taking his feet off the stool and slapping them down on the ground. "I wheeled you in because they're for people who are in need of medical attention."

Thena rolls her eyes, not one to take any sort of attitude lying down. "It's not a big deal, Gil. I'm sure they said I was perfectly healthy, no? Isn't that why we're in here and not in a room?"

"Actually, we're in here because I wheeled you here and asked Sersi to come check on you privately, so the interns wouldn't know."

Oh. That's...actually very considerate of him.

"And you fainted because you're barely cleared to come back to work, and you've immediately come into a 24 hour shift?" Gil glares at her--actually glares at her! "What were you thinking, Thena!"

"Well-"

"And I'm sure you haven't had enough to eat or drink," he looks at her, tilting his head to look at her as she holds the hoodie sitting piled on her lap over her blankets.

"I-"

"You're coming back from an injury, Thena--a serious one!" Gil stands now, apparently unable to take it any longer. "I mean, what if-"

"I'm sorry."

It comes out so small, almost like a squeak. Gil pauses in his anger and Thena is horrified to feel herself tearing up. She bites her lip.

"I know I shouldn't have," she admits quietly, toying with his hood in her hands. "But I...I couldn't take sitting around at home anymore. I couldn't take...thinking about it."

Gil softens, and he looks more like her Gil immediately. She looks at him and he nods, coming over and sitting beside her. He's nice and close, allowing her to absorb some of his warmth. "I think about it too. Nightmares?"

Thena shivers, "some."

He knows. He knows because he spent a good deal of time at her apartment while she was on leave. And while he was there, more than once he had to wake her up from a dream of being stuck under that car again. He'd had a few while sleeping on her couch.

Gil takes the hoodie from her hands, and her face flashes horror at the thought of him taking it away from her. He wraps it around her shoulders, though, pulling her to lean against him. "I'm sorry I yelled."

Thena allows herself the small moment, nuzzling her face against his chest. "No, I'm sorry. I remember how I felt when you came in from a run and collapsed right in front of me. I would never want to do that to you."

Gil holds Thena to him, kissing the top of her head as she threads her fingers through his. "Thena, that was the second most scared I've ever been in my life."

She leans her head up, pressing her forehead into his cheek, "I'm sorry, Gil."

"It's okay, Sweetie," he forgives immediately, because of course he does. He presses a kiss to her forehead and looks at her, "you're off rotation, you know. You should lie down for a bit. I'll take you home later."

She could just argue. She could tell him that they can't always be driving each other's cars to work. She could say that she just wants to go home and curl up in her own bed for another 24 hours. She could tell him her godforsaken leg hurts, for that matter.

Gil helps lay his hoodie over her again as she lies down, her head on his lap instead of the pillow. She drapes her arm over his knees. She has terrible sleeping posture for a doctor.

"You should sleep too, baby," she mumbles, already half asleep again.

Gil is in the process of just that, crossing his arms over himself with his back against the wall. At least his legs are stretched out. "Way ahead of you."

Thena tugs at the back of his shirt, then shakes the pillow she's abandoning in favour of his big strong/soft thigh. "'Hind your back."

Gil smiles, leaning forward and sliding the pillow up behind his back and neck as far as possible, trying to disturb Thena as little as possible. "Thanks, Honey."

the thing that baffles me even more about the "april/turtle ships are incest" mindset when she's canonly not their biological or adopted sister is that. if yall want her to be their sister so bad. there's a cool way that can happen.

that's right! if april married any one of the turtle brothers she would literally be the other brothers' sister! she would be splinter's daughter! via marriage!

obviously they're all a little too young to be getting married in show but if fans want to interpret her "sister-like" relationship with the boys as a future in-law relationship that's FINE. it's CUTE. will be insta-blocking anyone who argues with me on this! mwuah.

My offering for the Star Trek Potluck table. Enjoy this delicious lunch over on ao3, everybody.

@startrekpotluck thank you so much for hosting!

The Human Heart Is Hungry Still (4337 words) by theladygeneral Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nyota Uhura & Hemmer & Spock, Hemmer & Spock (Star Trek) Characters: Nyota Uhura, Spock (Star Trek), Hemmer (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Episode: s01e04 Memento Mori (Star Trek Strange New Worlds), spoilers for disco s2e13-14, POV Nyota Uhura, Comfort Food, Alien Cultural Differences, Worldbuilding, Homesickness, Fluff, Grief/Mourning, Developing Friendships, guest appearance by Christopher Pike, feat. Enterprise Food Cubes, in the absence of a ship's counsellor gossiping makes a fine substitute, the fate of discovery is starfleet's number one conspiracy theory Summary:

“If you want some advice, Cadet: Unless you grew up with them, don’t turn to the synthesizers for comfort food.”

It is the night before Memorial Day, the first one after the Klingon War. Cadet Nyota Uhura feels homesick and out of place on the USS Enterprise. Stuck in the mess between the ship's resident aliens, she discovers how two veterans far from home connect with Starfleet and the friends they have lost.

I know it's truly been like months since I talked abt the hg au sequel but it is alive and well, I just reread catching fire again and did my little beat sheet for exactly how I want things to go down in the arena! so that's fun. most of it was already like written I just needed to go in and make sure I got all the emotional beats from the book in there so that things make sense going forward. next up is a lil flashback scene for *, then the events of mockingjay. :) it's coming together, just slowly slowly slowly