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thealienonbroadway:

parzifalsjudgment:

achillvs:

garnetthefirst:

dusty-purple:

I just love the myth of Persephone, i mean the real, original version of it, because it’s not like she got kidnapped, no, this bitch was la-de-da-ing in a meadow and she just happened to find an entrance to the Underworld and she was like “Imma check this out”. And she just wanders into the Underworld and discovers that hey this place ain’t too bad.

Meanwhile Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???” 

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little fyi) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

And Hades kinda just went with it, until Demeter started throwing the temper tantrum of the millenium upstairs and Zeus had to intervene because this shit was getting out of hand and its actually his job to be admistrator of justice. Which considering the shit he gets up to is kinda histerical but that’s another story there. 

And basically Persephone wasn’t a prisoner or kidnap victim at all she just really loved the Underworld and her (eventual) husband, and the Greeks feared her arguably more than her husband because Hades could be reasoned with but Persephone was the one laying the smack down on sinners, and really, who wouldn’t be at least a little scared of someone who’s name means something along the lines of “the destroyer”

Basically, Persephone is amazing and everbody needs to get on her level

i think the best part of that myth is that Zeus decided to change Kore’s name to Persephone (basically “the one who brings chaos”) only because she wanted to stay in the underworld and SHE WOULDN’T FUCKING LISTEN then Zeus, all-mighty king of the gods, kinda gives up and goes “fine, but you’re going to visit your mom” “also, I changed your name” “get rekt”

Also, if I’m not mistaken, Kore means “little girl” so imagine going from that to “chaos bringer”

I mean, going from little girl to chaos bringer sounds like a p solid deal to me, sign me up.

This may not be the version of the myth that’s commonly known and taught. But is is the original, from before it was altered to scare Greek/Roman girls into submission. Persephone was a badass bitch.

I will be writing this one day.

rosalarian:

darkbookworm13:

shinondraws:

I was listening to an art podcast and I heard someone use “creative hibernation” as a term to describe a period of time when your creative energy and flow of ideas is slowing down.

Honestly, it sounds so much better than “art block”. To me, “creative hibernation” sounds less like a negative thing and more like an organic part of the creative process. 

“Art block” sounds very definite. They sound like something you MUST actively fight against to break them down in order to continue. “Hibernation” on the other hand sounds more like a thing that happens every now and then but that will go away on its own when it’s time. It’s a stage of gathering energy for the next creative pursuit. Art block on the other hand is an artificial, mental block that actually just seems to solidify the more you treat it like an obstacle to get around.

All creative people go through this type of slowing down all the time and it is completely alright. I thought I would share this because I think the right kind of mentality is actually one of the most important things of recovering your creative energy.

I needed this.

Oh.

OH.

……….THATS WHAT IT IS!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!

delightfulharmonypoetry:

promptdumpster:

“I– I think I like you.”

“Oh my God, why?”

*snort*

The misunderstanding made sense when you stepped back and looked at the situation with your eyes squinted and head cocked so hard it hurt a little on your neck. 

Approaching had been a thing she had had to take several deep breaths for. And even after she had made her mind up to get her legs to move she had headed in the opposite direction to the girl’s washroom where she had proceeded to puke her guts out. 

It was grade 12 and after 13 years of enduring the constant ache of her heart pining Hinata Hyuuga had made up her mind. It was time.

Unstable on legs unsure of their willingness to commit social suicide she had approached the table shaded by the biggest of the maple trees on campus. There the boys liked to laugh and joke loudly at one another. There the sun liked to splash them in blacks and brights as the leaves above them rustled with the last of the summer breezes before autumn came to knock all the green down. 

It was a blistering hot late September day. The kind that did not help her already ruddy face, but she walked on anyway, approaching alone and with fistfuls of her uniform skirt at her sides. 

Their hubbub was loud only until they caught sight of her and slowly their ruckus died down to a confused sort of hum. 

“Hinata! How’s it going? You okay?” 

That was Kiba, judging by the gruffness of the voice and she would have answered if she had had any voice of her own. Instead she stood in front of the pair of shoes she thought looked familiar and shook from head to toe. 

The quiet that replied told her she was making a fool of herself. One which would not easily be forgotten but at least it was the last year of highschool and if she had endure the humiliation it would only be until next summer when she could vanish into the chaos of grown up life, never again to be seen. 

“Hinata?” There was his voice, that of the blonde and blue eyed thief who had snuck into the chest cavity that housed her heart and made out with the vital thing without even knowing it. “Are you okay?” 

Was she okay? No. No, but that was the point. She wanted to be okay. She wanted to be over this thing, which haunted her every day and every night. She wanted a yes or a no. She wanted an answer.

Abruptly, and without any sort of warning the words jumped out of her mouth.

“I-I think I like you.” 

“Oh my god, why?” 

It was such a stunning reply, considering what she had been hoping for that her head snapped up and she realized, with the sinking feeling of falling off a bridge that she had made a mistake. 

A really really big mistake. 

Instead of Naruto she was standing before his quiet and mostly terrifying best friend. The Uchiha looked about as stunned as a cat after landing in a muddy puddle, all big eyes and slightly gaping mouth as he looked at her in clear confusion. 

Beside him Naruto roared with laughter and something that was akin to glee, jostling his best friend hard as the others threw out comments about how it was typical the Uchiha would get another confession, how it was a little surprising that the Hyuuga would be one of his admirers, how Kiba had been sure she was not like that. 

“Why, Hinata?” Naruto continued, reaching up to pat her head like she was a dog he could not train but loved anyway. “Here I thought you were smart.” 

Before her body could evaporate into little dew drops of shame Hinata gaped like a fish out of water, studying the boy before her who was obviously wrestling with what she had just decided to say to him. “I…I’m-” She began, feeling tears begin to rise and blur everything. Soon, she was sure he would open his mouth, find the words to slice her to ribbons and mutilated she would have to find the strength to move, to run, to hide. 

Instead he stood up, grabbed her by the hand and ripped her away the way she had come, to the rising chorus of teasing from his friends. 

“What the heck!? Sasuke?” 

“Where are you going?” 

“We wanna know what you’re gonna say!” 

“Hey! Come back, Romeo!” 

Hinata followed, stumbling after his long legged march also kind of wondering what it was he was going to say.

****

i dunno. Don’t ask me.

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It’s been some time since my last proper flame on a fic. Sometimes I still get those “kill yourself” messages but a real flame is rare.

Today I got two, (so far) and I’m kind of surprised by my own reaction.

For one thing, I’m mostly puzzled. For another thing, the rest of me feels largely bemused.

Who knew! Eventually you do get too old for the BS!

That, my dears, is cause for celebration!

Okay so,

4 wisdoms teeth taken out. Full sedation. And local 12 hour anesthetic to my mouth.

I woke up halfway through the procedure dudes. What a trippy weird experience that was.

I hear myself trying to say no because holy crap it hurt to have what felt like metal dividers between my teeth. And I heard the surgeon replying. “Okokok, just breathe you’re all right.” And then to the nurse he goes. “More, give here more. Now.” And then I guess I was out again.

I woke up again very very sleepy. Mouth full of gauze and wobbly. I am told that we went to a grocery store for soup, ice packs, apple sauce, yogurt and then a pharmacy where the nice pharmacist gifted me two free ice packs because my chipmunk cheeks made her feel sorry for me. Also I looked sad and drunk.

I don’t recall most of that. I went home and had some soup and realized I really h a t e gauze in my mouth. It is the worst.

Thankfully @vagabondprophet is the nicest boy ever and he did all my things I needed to do I just slept forever.

Today is day two.

My chipmunk cheeks have gone lopsided. Left side is still big right side is fine. I think the left side is where the surgeon had to take some bone from my jaw to get the damn tooth out. It’s also the side that woke me mid surgery. I am not happy with my left side. It needs to get with the program.

BUT. I went from 8 pm to 7:30 am with no meds. My anesthetic has worn off and I am sore but functional so that’s good. Only thing is @vagabondprophet doesnt give a damn how tough i am he is all “do not fight with me. Take your damn meds”

So I’m eating cold apple sauce as suggested to me by the lovely @strawberry-lover and having the yucky meds. Maybe they wont make me wanna hurl today.

ON the plus side I will have a lot of time to PLOT.

Hopefully the muse feels sorry for me and lets me update!

today i was having an anxiety attack while driving to work. You know the kind where a thousand nasty memories all start rolling up on you? Like that time that you took a bite out of the last cookie at the same time that your little sibling asked for a cookie? Or the time that you awkwardly introduced everyone but the one person you had a crush on and they equally awkwardly introduced themselves? Or the time that your grocery bag broke in the middle of a busy store parking lot to the annoyance of all the honking cars? I was having all these flash backs and my hands were getting sweaty and my stomach was writhing and I literally turned down the music on the radio and screamed. I just screamed. I was just raging in the quiet little box world of my car like “I AM A BEAUTIFUL AND KIND PERSON WHO SOMETIMES MAKES MISTAKES. I AM A GOOD FRIEND AND A GOOD MOM AND A GOOD WIFE AND YOU KNOW WHAT ANXIETY YOU CAN JUST BACK THE FUCK UP.” 
….and you know what? 

It did. O_O