do you ever just start crying because you remember your favorite character is dead or are you normal

if i look back, i am lost
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@hellishattempt
do you ever just start crying because you remember your favorite character is dead or are you normal
pov: you turned into the wrong alleyway
actually it's definitely the right one
why are they dressed like the powerpuff girls
they are Alvin and the Chipmunks
looking for opinions both from americans and non-americans: what would you consider to be the big 4 american cities in terms of like, vibes-based cultural impact?
this websiteâs easy watch. *dangles a bunch of greek gods like keys*
i know what iâm doing dw
Keep in mind I only know like. Two Greek gods by name. Homer is one of them, and he was good friends with Odysseus I think?
Wait fuck Homer isnât a god he wrote the fucking thing. Fuck
POST CANCELLED NO ONE LOOK
desperately google searching for âgreek gods to pray to when people notice your online idiocyâ
You're failing.
You donât think I know that, God of Death? Can I pray to you so I can DIE ALREADY
Pluto is Roman, not Greek
?????
Short version is that Pluto is a later name for the god of death, which is often associated with the Roman era/Roman mythology. Hades is the earlier name.
I set up my own house made of sticks and it has promptly fallen on me
HEâS NOT EVEN REAL?????*
I made this post thinking I knew what kind of fire I was playing with. Hephaestus, God of Fire, looking upon me from his fuck off tower or whatever said âOh you think you know? Check this shitâ and promptly set my post ablaze for everyone to observe
Hephaestus doesn't have a tower, he lived in a volcano
FINE THEN. BIG FUCK OFF VOLCANO. WHATEVER
wrong.
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You're basically doing the post equivalent of standing out in a field during a storm with a ten-foot copper pole, you better hope Zeus is busy hiding from Hera.
FUCK'S SAKE NOT AGAIN
I need you to name every greek God you know and what they are for plz
For science
OKAY FINE HERE'S WHAT I'VE FOUND
HERMES: DA FUNNY ONE
ZEUS: DA LIGHTNING (NOTE: THOUGHT HE WAS NORDIC, FATHER OF THOR)
POSEIDON: DA SEA ONE
HEPHAESTUS: DA FIRE/FORGING/STEEL ONE
APHRODITE: DA HOT ONE
KRATOS: GOD OF WAR
HADES: DA HELL ONE. ROGUE LIKE
APOLLO: DA DODGEBALL/PROPHECY ONE
ares is the god of war, not kratos
WHY THE FUCK DOES THE GAME CALL HIM GOD OF WAR THEN
I can't believe this post is less than 24 hours old, it feels like something out of classic tumblr lore
op god of war is not official greek mythology lmao
Someone needs to read a Percy Jackson book
hey is this still post of the year or
how's the hole op? want some snacks? a blanket? a shovel to dig yourself out?
I'D LIKE OUT NOW I THINK
Damian: Judge all you want, but...
Damian, pointing at the Dick: Dated a lesbian.
Damian, pointing at Selina: Left a man at the altar.
Damian, pointing at Tim: Fell in love with a conspiracy theorist.
Damian, pointing at Jason: Threw a guy's prosthetic arm in a fire.
Damian, pointing at Cassandra: Lived in a box.
tim didn't fall in love with a conspiracy theorist, he IS the conspiracy theorist
zoeystery and whatever the hell they're having
has anyone asked this
so true
Official Wednesday post
Ray Bradbury, the lake
officially, i'm in the DP year 2. it's been two weeks, i'm so tired, and i have too many deadlines...
extended essay is killing me, i swear
found this alternate cover art on google and itâs making me feel things⊠the height difference, the way wade casually pulls the shade down⊠theyâre getting FREAKYYY fs
credits to todd nauck đ legend
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Hilarious of Youtube to kill the stream right after Calypso said you couldnât kill a goddess. Get her ass
hot take: percy jackson and harry potter should stop being put against each other because both were children who were failed by the regimen system of their world and have always been regarded as weapons rather than people by people who should have protected them.
we should realize the faults we have in protecting children, not set them up against each other.
nothing can take the smile out of my face today
At Least Iâm Not Alone at the Wake
jason todd x fem!reader
aka how jason feels safe even when he feels like heâs dying
HEY today weâre going to play a game where we practice reblogging fics: if you read this and like itâreblog!! lets try to get a 100:100 reblog:like ratio ie, if you like and dont reblog im blocking ur ass
warnings: angst w comfort throughout
It took less than thirty seconds for the silence of the night to drift into sounds of shrieks echoing off the buildings along the street. The sharp contrast had you and Jason bolting upright on the couch, ears on alert. It only took a few seconds more of listening for you to realize youâre not hearing shoutingâitâs laughter. Maniacal, uncontrolled laughter.Â
Thereâs a beat as you both freeze upon the implication, the unsettling realization dropping in on you. You barely have a moment to process it before Jasonâs pushing up from the couch and heading towards the bathroom.
âClose the window,â he grumbles.
You blink as you register his words before jumping up to do as told, quickly sliding the frame shut and locking it. He returns soon with an armful of towels in hand, and you stand back as he stuffs a couple along the window sill with rough movements. He goes throughout the apartment, doing the same to the other windows. He rounds back to the living room window, looking down at the street with a heavy look on his face.Â
You trust that the towels will do their job in preventing the laughing gas from getting in the apartment, but theyâre unable to block out the bellows of hysteria.
He backs away from the window, letting the living room wall hold his weight. You both listen to the harrowing echoes with still bodies.Â
You watch him, waiting for a reaction. You donât mean to, but you know youâre looking at him like heâs a loaded spring. You try not to, you know how much he hates how his family does that to him, but fuck, itâs hard not to worry about him. .
When Joker incidents have come up, theyâve usually been something youâre able to ignore or even get ahead of and drive out of the city. But this is raucous and chaotic, clearly enough to shut down the city from the inside. Besides, Jason would be booking it out of here if he thought there was any chance of a clean getaway in this.
But you know heâs got no interest in inserting himself in anything Joker related, especially something so destabilizing. But, while you know Jasonâs family cares about him, of course they do, but youâve noticed they sometimes put Gothamâs needs first and his second. So the severity of this attack is concerning for you for two reasons.
âWill theyâŠâ you shuffle, âWill they need you?â
Heâs quick to answer, voice firm. âNo.â A long moment passes before he adds on, quieter, âThey wonât want me out there.â
You nod to yourself, trying to relax your body. You being on edge isnât going to help him.
You watch as his head thumps against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. Heâs toughâyou know heâs tough. He can withstand a hell of a lot more than youâll probably ever even know. But even for Gotham, this is a lot. And even for someone who hasnât been through what Jason has, the ringing repetitions of laughter are maddening. You wonder if this is what the Joker hears in his head. You wonder if this is what Jason heard.
The intensity of the laughing increases, more people likely becoming exposed to the gas. You think you can hear it in one of your neighborâs apartments too.
He thumps his head against the drywall again, hands clenching at his sides. It takes one more forceful thud for you to move over to him, cradling your hand to the side of his head, holding him still. He lets you, though he still doesnât open his eyes.
âJay,â you say softly, stroking his hair. âLetâs take a shower, yeah?â Normally youâd try for a bath to calm him instead but you hope the waterfall from the shower might be enough to drown out the noise.
He takes a second to respond, letting your hand bear the weight of his head. âYeah.â
His voice is splintered though, and his shoulders droop as he stands up fully. He waits to move until you start to lead him, flinching at every spike of laughter. You reach back and take his hand, giving it two squeezes. He squeezes your hand back but doesnât loosen his grip.
death would be kinder than you, gege akutami.