[flyingfanatic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Gideon had longed for the Cohort. She had tried to enlist in the Cohort thirty-three times. She had wanted the drop ship, the medals, and the prize money. She had dreamed of a battle in which she was both outstanding and very hot.

What was that saying—you should be careful what you wish for?

--

My take on the sixth months between the destruction of the Mithraeum and the end of Nona, from Gideon’s point of view.

[sarumans]

listening to gideon the ninth yet again but en français and oooo boy "jideon" is gonna require some getting used to ,,,,,

[sarumans]

ok but gideon would absolument tutoyer crux.....she does Not respect him enough to use « vous »

[liesmyth]

omg I am always so compelled by who's vousvoying whomst in translations. please report back on who refers how to whom... please

[flyingfanatic]

Gideon uses « vous » for Crux and Aiglamene but they both use « tu » when speaking to her.

Gideon and Harrow both use « tu » for each other right from the get-go.

Amusingly, the French version of "Griddle" is « Gigi »

[zooophagous]

I have been a sheep caretaker for like two days and already I'm like. Wow. I get it.

I get why these were some of the earliest mammals to ever be domesticated. They look up to humans with this sort of dumb but all at once innocent and pure and trusting expression. They're happy to see you. They follow you around. They like to be rubbed under their chins. Maybe its just some latent Scottish highland shepherd DNA I still have in me but I look at my sheep charges and suddenly I see why the love of God for humanity is so often described as a shepherd and his sheep. I'd fight a wolf for these guys. I'd go way the Hell out of my way for them. I'd carry their young for miles on my own back.

[upward-bound]

nearly 80k reblogs and how many of you eat lamb

[zooophagous]

The ancient shepherds I'm referencing also ate lamb lol

[flyingfanatic]

[homoidiotic]

TOP BOYS by @QUEERGARDEN

[critter-of-habit]

rocky likes hats

[arithmonym]

haha. boob.

[urlocaltwinkrey]

[bluntosism]

this entire paragraph .. yeah

[zendayacolemann]

ISA BRIONES as Trinity Santos THE PITT | Season Two

[jaehyum]

zoey -> kpop demon hunters

[edennguyenart]

KISSING!!!

[quentims]

anatomy practice (@ kerosine_cereal on twitter)

[lenaskzorel]

they're very precious to me 💜💚

[attackfish]

As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

[koshercosplay]

[stariteart]

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANSGENDER DAY OF VISIBILITY 🏳️‍⚧️

DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GET YOU DOWN

[quentims]

When your half-demon girlfriend is hungry

[flyingfanatic]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Their fight isn’t over yet. The new Honmoon – their Honmoon – defeated Gwi-Ma and brought Huntr/x closer than ever. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey must still hunt down the demons who haunt the world and the questions that haunt their souls, only now they truly fight together. And Rumi will do anything to protect the two women who love all of her. -- My take on what’s next for Huntr/x post-canon.

[flyingfanatic]

A haze of contentment thick as autumn fog renders Rumi’s senses dull enough not to notice when Zoey’s hand changes position. It’s not until Zoey’s fingers drift against the hairs at the nape of her neck that Rumi jolts out of her reverie. Zoey’s attention is fixed on those little wisps that never grew longer than an inch, always too short to be contained by Rumi’s braid, playing each strand in the same distracted way she eases her fingers across her keyboard when she’s trying to conjure lyrics in her head. She follows the natural fall of Rumi’s hair as if she’d been playing Rumi for as long as she’d been playing piano, treating Rumi’s neck as if it was another instrument that could be coaxed to sing with the right pressure in the right places.

Rumi had to admit that might just be possible.