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posallys · 2 years
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POSEIDON LOVED SALLY AND PERCY AND THE ONLY REASON HE LEFT WAS BECAUSE SALLY TOLD HIM TO HE WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT ON HIS OWN ACCORD BECAUSE HE HAS BEEN WAITING FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS TO RUN INTO ONE OF SALLY'S LIVES AGAIN AND HE FINALLY FOUND HER AND HE COULDN'T HELP BUT FALL IN LOVE WITH HER AGAIN AND WITH EACH TIME HE MEETS HER MORE AND MORE OF HIM BECOMES MORTAL HE LOVED HER SO MUCH THAT HE WAS BECOMING A HUMAN SO THAT HE COULD STAY WITH HER BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND THE IDEA OF BEING APART FROM HER AND HE OFFERED TO TAKE HER WITH HIM UNDER THE SEA BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE BUT HE KNEW THAT SHE WOULDN'T LET HIM STAY BECAUSE SHE ACCEPTED THE FACT THAT HE WAS A GOD AND SHE WAS A MORTAL AND THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP SHOULDN'T EVEN EXIST BUT HE DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE HER AGAIN SO HE ASKED IN VAIN FOR HER TO COME WITH HIM BUT SHE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO SAY NO AND HE KNEW THAT SHE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO SAY NO BUT HE STILL ASKED AND HE LOVED HER SO MUCH THAT HE LEFT BECAUSE THAT WAS WHAT SHE ASKED HIM TO DO
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snixx · 25 days
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okay I know I said last post but uh. that feeling of falling in love with a new person and realizing they're gonna be in your life for a while and that you'd do anything for them??? never gets old
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gazelessmenagerie · 7 months
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( one thing to know about this asshole is I strive to really make his internal shit be where he's at his weakest to compensate for his OP power of physical brawn and magnitude of power. )
( he will not say what's paining him bc that's not how he was raised to be. Being a Saiyan is what he lives by but that lies in direct conflict what what his nature should've been ( as in S Broly levels) were it not for the fact he had to become a vicious tool/beast to be used by his father no matter that Paragus still genuinely did love his son. Man was terrified of his own kid after seeing what he could do and having no way to help him control that power and esp after Broly took out his eye in a crazed fit that he couldn't control. )
( so when things get at him under the Skin.. they REALLY get to him. )
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gxlden-angels · 1 year
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damn my childhood churches really did instill a deeply-rooted martyr complex and near-suicidal ideation in me from a young age huh?
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dragon-giggles · 9 months
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Alright Muppet Baby headcanons about Afghan and Baskerville, let's go!
~Both of them are really clingy to Rowlf
~They're mostly just side/background characters, but are focused on every once in a while
~I like to think that when Rowlf's singing a song (or any other song segments) they'll just suddenly pop up outta nowhere and provide as back up singers
~Baskerville would probably hang out with Rizzo a lot (when he's not with Rowlf)
~Same with Afghan and Skeeter. She'd like Summer too
~I don't know how clear I've made it now how close they are to Rowlf, but like 99.9% of the time they're on screen they are right by his side
~Rowlf is constantly annoyed at them of course. They bother him and invade his space 24/7, so why wouldn't he be
~Afghan will ask Miss Nanny all the time if they can have pizza/pizza bites for lunch or snack time
~Baskerville will be a little smug rat sometimes and do stuff to purposefully annoy Rowlf (for ex. he'll lean against him when knowing that the guy likes his personal space and just do other little stuff like that)
~Baskerville isn't much bigger than Rizzo
~Baskerville is also babied a lot by the others because of how innocent he looks, but in actuality he's very mischievous. He usually gets away with a lot of stuff he does because of his look
~Afghan is a tomboy like Skeeter
~She's also one of the more taller babies. She's around Fozzie's size
~Baskerville and Fozzie have a light rivalry with each other because both try to be the funnyman of the group (This is reference to that one Muppet Show episode where they were holding auditions and Baskerville auditioned as a comedian, and Fozzie kept throwing him off stage)
~Miss Piggy loves to dress Afghan up, always saying how perfect her fluffy fur would look with this and that
~Like Gonzo, Baskerville has wore a dress before at some point
~He's also been chased by Camilla more than once because he's just one of those kids that likes to annoy everyone for the heck of it, including her
~Afghan on the other hand is quite a charmer
Whew, that was a lot! I don't think I have anymore so I'll just stop here :o)
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moe-broey · 2 months
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IT'S TIME. For the Mani Moodboard
Inspo textposts under cut!
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monsterhugger · 3 months
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if you shame or berate people for pirating things. please consider that being able to buy/watch/read/listen to/play things legitimately is a privilege
not even necessarily a "having the money" privilege but sometimes a "living in the right place" privilege or even a "speaking the language said thing happened to be released in" privilege
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sage-nebula · 12 days
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cannibalismyuri · 1 year
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sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night, with my heart clenching between my ribs, almost feral, breaking out with negativity and pure hatred - the hatred of absence of everything in my life and the hatred of hatred of absence of everything in my life. and there's this huge urge to be furious. decimate all that's left of me and earth and all the stuff my sister gets to believe in. because i didn't believe in the tooth fairy or santa when i was eight. i wasn't allowed that luxury. at eight i was a mediator in every sense of the word, for my parents, for the feelings that were too big for my body warring inside me, for my friends. but then i remember that we exist to perpetuate the fairytale we didn't get to enjoy. we work tirelessly each day, i write notes in the littlest handwriting one ever did see (because the tooth fairy has small, small hands, sis) and stick it under my sister's pillow, i wake at insane hours of the night, at the witching hour, to stick presents under a tree and eat the cookies that she laid out, while the light slowly softens and bends around the edges as it swirls into the room, catching the dust spiralling in the room on fire, i work tirelessly to make a fairytale not seem like one to my sister. and maybe that's what the point of life is. to make it better for the ones ahead of you. because if you didn't get it, the cookies and notes with small handwriting and presents under a tree left by an invisible mystical force, then they should. and i remember human empathy and how much we do for the ones we love and want to protect from the harsh, harsh realities of the world, and suddenly my heart quietens and goes a bit soft around the edges, beating in a slow soft rhythm that seems to tell me i'll be okay, because i will. just because i will, because i deserve it. and suddenly the light flitering in - ever stubborn - through the curtains, catches on my sister's face, and it's more peaceful than mine will ever be. and there's something inherently beautiful about that. because i'm granting her the peace and unworriedness and sweet dreams (uttered to me each night, with no avail) that i never had or will ever have, and that's something good i'm putting out in the world. there's something of a tragedy and a love story and a love story despite the tragedy in it all.
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chikoyama · 3 months
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ahem, vampire chi would be so cute 😵‍💫
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beastblade69 · 3 months
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impulsively dyed my hair yesterday, ran out of bleach completely, but good 4 me that it didn't run out halfway through my head. so I was lucky to bleach my hair completely. originally I wanted a green + pink combo cuz I'M MADLY IN LOVE W THIS COLOUR COMBINATION, but the base colour ended up being too pink-ish, so I decided not to put green on it. and I now realize that green & pink in the technique I did this time wouldn't work out properly. still tho love the result
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hope-ur-ok · 11 months
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No but actually if you are from the US and I see that you bought a ticket to a Latin American show I straight up will block you
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minty-bunni · 1 year
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Ghost fashion designer except they phase material through each other instead of sewing.
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theladyyavilee · 2 years
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okay, so I just wanna say that normally I would not obsess like this over location bts, BUT this is in fact the location where we got the buddie-coded lesbians (and not just that but also the SHOOTING CODED lesbians) so I went a little wilde over figuring out the layout and making sure it was really the same location and aksjfdakjsdf anyways, aren’t y’all glad I am so normal about this show? (thank you to @stagefoureddiediaz​ who first said that it looks kinda like the location from 5x9 and started all this <3)
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can’t wait to find out which probably very unimportant and less than 2 minutes long call they filmed there and how I went completely off the rails for no good reason, BUT I had fun making this so <3333
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So much of Christian faith is about sitting with tensions. Here's one:
God wants our minds and He created our ability to reason in His own image. He created through discoverable means. He inspires us towards science, philosophy, archeology, math. He wants our questions. He wants us to search Him out and to keep finding Him in creation, in logic, in study. If our faith is just based on dogma, it will be a rigid, fragile thing. We ought to be convinced of what we believe.
And yet you can't logic your way to God. You aren't going to be able to prove His existence scientifically, philosophically, archeologically, or mathematically. If you try, you'll either talk yourself out of faith or give yourself false certainty. If you try too fervently, there's a not-insignificant chance you'll basically end up overconfidently asserting an obviously bunk conspiracy theory, which is its own kind of dogma. In the end, faith is just faith. In the absence of proof, who do you say that Jesus is?
For me, at this stage of life, it all comes back to epistemology. God is the final Truth and the giver of all lesser truth. Study and reason can lead me closer to him, but at the end of the day I'm left with a binary choice. Is God who He says He is? Do I believe Him? Yes or no? And that choice is all just bold, unsubstantiated faith, baby.
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Hey I watched eternal recently and fell in love with thenamesh! And I found your blog and fell in Iove too!!
If you still accept prompts I have an idea:
The Eternals are fighting against the deviants and in the middle of the fight one deviant sprays some kind of invincible non smelling gas towards Gil who is fighting another one. He inhales it, resulting that he loses his power for a few hours. A big surprise when he was punching the deviant and his powers are just gone, making him an easy target!
Let the drama begin! ❤️🫡
"Thena!"
Gil slid into the path of whatever attack the Deviant facing them had in store--in this case, some kind of gas pouring from its mouth. He held a hand in front of his face. "Okay, not really what I was expecting."
Thena pulled in the edge of her spear, swinging the blunt ended staff around her as she moved, clearing the heavy gas away from them. "What was that?"
"I don't know, I've never seen one do that before," Gil coughed faintly, waving his hand around his face. The Deviant snarled at him and he raised his fist. "Yeah, yeah, take it easy."
Thena's head snapped around like lightning at the sound of bones cracking. "Gil?"
The Strongest Eternal pulled his hand back, roaring as his fist - for the first time in his immortal life - failed him.
"Gilgamesh!" Thene screamed, it being pulled from somewhere deep down. She moved in front of him, catching the beast's teeth on her staff and sharpening its end again. She swiped the blades of her trident against its mouth, making the monster recoil. She turned her back to it, only to examine Gil's injury. "What did that thing do to you?"
He hissed, cradling his hand that had broken against the rigid bones and fibrous muscles of the enemy. It was swollen, his bones were moved oddly, the skin was broken and bleeding. It looked like a human hand, with a very human injury. "I-I don't know!"
Thena turned, sensing as soon as her enemy was in proximity again. She rammed two of her blades into its open maw and then sliced her way out. It recoiled again, snarling in pain.
Under any other circumstance, she would be on top of that thing, tearing it apart as it lived and breathed. But she had more important things to worry about. She had the single most important thing in the world to her to worry about.
Thena held the eyes of the monstrosity, now prowling back and forth, monitoring her for a weakness. She held her blades aloft and at the ready, watching its every move in return. "Try it--I defy you."
"Thena," Gil managed through gritted teeth. He was feeling pain like a human would, too. "Don't let that thing do this to you. Just run, get the others."
"Absolutely not." She didn't have to think twice about it. And he was right; tactically speaking, if she also suffered the same loss of Cosmic Energy as he had, then they would both be easy prey.
But even then, she would fight that thing with her bare hands if she had to. It would not be given another opportunity to hurt Gilgamesh.
"Thena, it's okay," he tried to persuade her as she backed him up behind her. Thena on any other day would never back down from a fight. But Thena with something to protect was less of a predator.
"It hasn't tried it again," she said to him more quietly, still keeping the Deviant in check. Every time it so much as prepared to lunge at them she would shift her weapons in her hands, the glow and sparks of them spooking the miserable creature. "Perhaps it can't afford such frequency."
The Deviant swiped in their direction with its claws. It was nowhere near actually reaching them, but it was a display of ferocity.
"Stay away from him!" Thena had her own display of ferocity, calling up any form of weapon she had at her disposal, flipping through them like pages in a book. She swung them and twirled them in front of her, over her head.
The beast jumped back as she cracked a whip onto the ground between them. It bared its massive teeth at her, but she snapped the whip again.
"Thena!" The Soaring Eternal called from above, his eyes shooting the monster in the back as he flew over them.
"Ikaris!" Thena called out to him of her own volition. He was just as surprised as Gil was at it. "Gilgamesh is hurt!--you handle this one!"
For all he and Thena were at odds, they were still comrades with a mission in common. He shot down to the Deviant, wrestling it away with his strength and a stubbornness he shared with the Warrior Eternal.
Thena immediately let her weapons dissolve and ushered Gil into the gates of the city. "Ikaris will handle that thing."
"I'm surprised you trust him to," Gil laughed, although his pain was far from numbed. He held his hand close to his chest as they hurried to safety. He sighed, looking down at the useless - for him, at least - appendage. "How did this happen?"
"I don't know," Thena admitted in a tiny, fragile voice. He had never heard her sound like that before. She was also looking at his hand as she lead him back to the temple. "I...I don't know."
Gil walked with Thena at his side, her hands on his back and his arm as she both guided and supported him. It was only his hand that was injured, but the pain coursing through him was like nothing he had endured before. It made his whole body stiff and crumpled in posture. Were humans really so fragile? No wonder they needed protection all hours of the day.
"Ajak!" Thena called out before they were even inside, once again startling her partner at her side. "Please!"
Ajak, as well as the rest of the Thinkers, rushed out to meet them. "What happened?"
"A new defense they've developed," Thena barely muttered out as Gilgamesh extended his hand as much as he could bear. Thena eyed Ajak as she reached out for the hand, ready to protect him from even the healing hands of their Prime if that was what was required.
"That shouldn't be possible," Phastos shook his head, although he took a step behind Sprite after receiving a murderous glare from the Warrior Eternal.
"It's shattered," Ajak muttered as she took in the extent of Gil's injury. She looked at him, "this will hurt."
He nodded, prepared for the worst.
Thena slipped her hand into his good one, letting him squeeze as much as he liked. He could crush even her bones if that was what he needed.
Gilgamesh let out a ghastly sound as Ajak pulled his bones back together under his skin. Bones were no easy matter, requiring more than just regrowing some blood and skin cells.
"I'm sorry," Thena whispered to him as he endured Ajak's 'healing'. She pressed her forehead to his bicep, letting his hand squeeze hers as if his life depended on it. "I'm sorry, Gil."
"Just a little more," Ajak winced, as did the other Eternals behind her. It wasn't everyday one of their own sustained an injury to this degree. And it was always painful to witness when the healing of one took place.
Gil gasped for air as Ajak finished, nearly falling to his knees when she was done. He blinked, looking completely dazed and barely conscious.
Thena let him lean against her, whispering soft, loving things that no one - not even he - could decipher. She held his far cheek with her free hand.
"What did that thing do?" Ajak asked, not that she expected an answer to that right now. Between Gilgamesh all but foaming at the mouth and Thena's rabid protectiveness over him, she doubted she would be getting any answers until he was rested. "Take him to the Domo."
Thena required no permission, let alone order. She pulled Gilgamesh along as slowly as possible, guiding his stumbling steps.
"Isn't he better?" Sprite asked the Prime, watching the Fighters hobble away together.
"I healed his hand, but it's like his Cosmic Energy is just...gone," Ajak grimaced, poofing out her fingers in illustration of it. "I didn't know they could do such a thing."
"I'll see if I can find any answers," Phastos volunteered.
"Might wanna wait a bit before runnin' any of yer tests," Druig spoke up from the back of the group. He nodded his head towards where Thena was finally disappearing with Gilgamesh beside her. "Unless a'course you wanna try gettin' anywhere near 'im while she's up and fightin'."
Phastos immediately shrivelled at the idea. "You might have a point."
"Leave them be," Sersi spoke up on behalf of her sister. "I'm sure Thena will know as soon as Gil is well again. We can ask our questions and run our tests then."
Ajak nodded in agreement with the Elemental Eternal. "Sersi is right. Until then, just...give them their space. Gil may not be able to fight, but I think Thena will be ready to kill any of us if we ask anything more of Gilgamesh right now."
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