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Sometimes I think about going outside and making some real friends, but then I remember real people are assholes.

my favourite thing about the story of hades and persephone is that the story grew up with us.

i think most of us, when we were young girls ourselves, heard that first, most tragic version of the story: persephone, the innocent child of spring, who wandered into a dark, terrible place, and ate of a cursed garden. hades, meanwhile, was cast as a shadowy, grasping seducer, looming from the darkness: here he stood, the god of riches, of gemstones and bones, of cold, dead things, who wanted to snatch a little bit of sunlight for himself.

and then came the second version of the story, when we were older, not so much a change in narrative as it was of perspective: we heard about zeus raping leta, we read the way medusa was cursed for being raped by poseidon, we read about athena’s jealousy when she was outwoven by arachne, about hera tossing little hephaestus down a cliff because he wasn’t as beautiful as a god ought to be.

once more, we considered hades: the youngest of the trinity, free of spite and hatred and fits of rage, running an empire greater than his brothers’ together, with little ego and quiet efficiency. a god who only took one wife, only loved once, and then too: wholly, completely.

like something not out of a horror movie, but perhaps, indeed, a fairytale.

then the third turn, when we had grown older, acquired a veneer of cynicism, suffered boys who never grew to men, when we realized that the only way our sexuality would not be annexed was if we conquered it ourselves.

then came kore, the woman of spring, who found in hades a quiet, dark refuge, away from demeter’s wrath and hungry possession, away from the squabbles of those tiresome, reckless gods. the girl who fell in love with darkness. the goddess whose spirit was of renewal and rebirth, and still flourished in the heart of the underworld, the duality of her nature only serving to highlight her strength.

hades remained as he ever was, unchanging, like death itself. but persephone grew, acquired facets and beauty in her change, spring given form in metaphor and mythology.

hades and persephone grew with us. that’s why they’re powerful. that’s why they’re loved.

We are all humans and should be treated as such💕💕💕

Things my OCs have said with no context. Part 4.

Me: You and me are going to commit a heist.

Atlas: Do I have any say in this.

Me: No. No you do not.

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Troy: Shut up and eat your cardboard!

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Hayden: Don’t fall in love with the first guy you see.

Connor: you can’t tell me what to do.

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Me: what do you know about advanced environmental science?

Serana: I’m twelve

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Me: do you have any enemies to lovers movie recommendations?

Troy: Toy Story.

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Connor: *tries to flush furby down the toilet*

Me: what are you doing?

Connor: He needs to pay for his sins.

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Me: Can everyone stop spitting in the milk isle? It’s a biohazard.

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Connor: maybe the real American Dream was the gay sex we had along the way.

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Atlas: some people wear turtlenecks, but not me. I’m cool.

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Troy: it tasted like earwax

C.J. How do you know what earwax tastes like?

Troy: don’t act like you’ve never tried it.

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Me: Why do I always fall in love with depressed, greasy boys?

Fierro: Are you calling me depressed greasy boy?

Me: I’m not not calling you that.

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Me: It’s kind of boring around here if you ignore the seven foot tall shadow monsters that try to murder you in your sleep.

Like and reblog if your account is a safe space for trans lesbians. It feels like trans lesbians in particular get shamed and ridiculed a lot by people in and out of the community. If you’re reading this I want to let you know you’re valid and I hope your safe and doing well.

In much better and happier news Bison after decades of hard work and conservation efforts from indigenous organizations have finally been released back on our lands after 150 years.

I saw this video live and cried my eyes out. This is so important. Despite it all we survived. We're still here and the possibility to heal the land and ourselves is always there even if it will take time.

Edit: I'm very happy that people love this post but my other less happy educational posts are also just as important

[ID: A four panel meme. In the first panel, Toothless, labelled “you coming out”, spreads his wings to try to impress the light fury. In the second panel, the light fury, labelled “the people you’re coming out to who haven’t heard of your identity”, looks at Toothless weirdly. In the third panel, Hiccup, labelled “me”, gives Toothless a thumbs up. In the fourth panel meme, the light fury, now labelled “the people you’re coming out to once you explain your identity”, looks at Toothless and smiles. End ID]

The more stressed I am the more I daydream and the more I waste my time.

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5/7 →  dabi in all his glory by admn. ana HAPPY BIRTHDAY DABI!!! 01.18 ❤ ❤ ❤~