theres just a what-if here about ritsu getting just a bit of psychic empathy and achieving the rest with his writers brain, and theres also a headcanon about mob not being a very good singer or not playing any instrument but being able to whistle very well
I remember theres a word for that, the very good whistler thing, from a jeffery deaver book Ive read, but I cant find it in my memory anymore
On the deck of the Argo II, Percy and Jason stood together, their swords crossed. Annabeth got a tingle down her spine as she realized the boys were working together, summoning the sky and the sea to do their bidding.
-Mark of Athena
I’ve been wanting to draw this scene for a while now, so here’s my rendition of it, along with a close-up so you can better see the characters. I think Percy and Jason came out alright (:
So there’s a a bit of a stereotype about older lesbians loving the shit out of Xena: Warrior Princess. Like most of the older lesbians I know joke about it and an obsession with Xena is a surprisingly accurate litmus test for knowing if someone is gay.
And I never really got it. Like yeah, Lucy Lawless is smoking. But I didn’t really understand why it was so deeply ingrained in lesbian culture.
But today I saw Wonder Woman, and for the first time in my life I know without a doubt why so many women loved Xena.
All the women in Wonder Woman are gorgeous. They’re breathtakingly beautiful, almost too resplendent to even gaze upon. And their armor is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s actually useful, it doesn’t have stupid design choices, and it’s insanely pretty. Like, I honestly can’t stress enough how fucking gorgeous all of these ladies are. My jaw hit the floor and stayed there.
But they aren’t just gorgeous, they’re strong. They’re powerful and courageous. They defy the norms and blaze their own trail. They’re dangerous, independent, and capable.
I saw before me women that were everything I’ve ever wanted to be. Femininity in all its perfection and splendor. Beauty and power, grace and danger. The gifts of both life and death abundantly present in their forms.
And I was simultaneously inspired and captivated. I adored them. I wanted to be them. I wanted to befriend them. I wanted to love them. They were everything.
And suddenly I understood what Xena must have been like for those older women. To see such a beautiful example of womanhood in a story that defies societal expectation, it’s life changing. And I sincerely hope that we can see more stories like this come to be.