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ladies and gentlemen, the first dance for my future wedding. 

p.s. this is dedicated to jordie, because she never ceases to make my life a happier place and is always there when i need support or love. she is the periwinkle to my tink and the anna to my elsa and i will love her forever<3

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Unmute !

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It’s time to try defying gravity-

               -Like a shooting star, I can go the distance-  

   -Kiss me goodbye I’m defying gravity- 

               -I will search the world, I will face its harms- 

    -I’m Flying high, I’m defying gravity-

                -I don’t care how far, I can go the distance-

    -And you won’t bring me down! And you won’t bring me down-

                                                                                 -‘Til I find my hero’s welcome right where I-

                                -And you won’t bring me…  

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Do any of you know about that one painting with Aphrodite being born out of lava with a black swan by her side or did i completely hallucinate that? Been searching for a while but i can’t find it for shit.

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The most hilarious thing about the fact Buckbeak had a trial and lost is that later on JKR resolves the issue by having Hagrid take him in again and renaming him Witherwings. That’s literally all it took. What if in POA, Hagrid simply said, “Sorry, Buckbeak flew away.” 

“There’s a hippogriff right there, Hagrid.”

“A different hipprogriff.”

“I’m… pretty sure that’s the same hipprogriff.”

“Prove it.” 

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the nightclub

(the old gods are not dead, despite what someone might tell you. old doesn’t mean dead, darling, just like how greek mythology is a mythology now but back then, it was a religion. you just have to look a little closer.)

see, there’s zeus ordering drink after drink and smiling at pretty girls as they dance with their friends. except now instead of falling for his charms, they think of their pepper spray shoved into their pocket and they wonder how they will get home. you can see in his eyes that he misses the skies, but the mortals took those over, too.

and look, standing in the corner with a dress of peacock colors is hera, carefully watching her husband. she wishes she could tell the young girls coming into the nightclub to be careful, but she can’t because they can’t see her now and they wouldn’t trust her. besides, how can she give advice when she herself won���t even follow it, no matter how much she wishes she could?

and if you look out of the window, past the glowing lights of houses shoved next to each other, you can see the dark, raging ocean. poseidon is raging, too, as he walks along to beach and picks up the trash the mortals threw. the moon’s reflection reflects the saltwater of the ocean mixing with his tears. he will never be able to pick up everything. the mortals will keep throwing.

and look there, on the stage, doesn’t that singer look familiar? that’s because he’s been here every night, darling, and he always sings the same song. hear how he sings of heartbreak and young boys and chasing the sun? see his golden instrument and golden clothes and golden hair and how strangely enough, the lights on the stage are dimming yet you can still see him? that’s apollo up there on the stage, you just never noticed. 

as the music pauses - but never stops, no, it will never stop - do you hear crying? someone is weeping as she hears the professors go through the motions, as she hears the passion leaving voices and the desire to learn disappears with the coffee students are chugging. someone’s voice is mixing with protesters’ as they fight for what is right because those wild people are athena’s people.

and if you peek over the shoulderof that muscled gentleman over there, you will see tears stain the table. ares is letting people see him cry as he watches the news on mute. the violence in places he used to call home makes no sense to him anymore. the children dying and the shots firing into the sky for each martyr are overwhelming. everything stopped making sense to him. this was not heroic or brave. this was senseless.

behind the nightclub’s brick walls is a young woman. her eyes glint with pain and adrenaline and a quiver is slung over her shoulder. she hesitates at the window, watching the golden singer with a rare tenderness in her sharp silver eyes. behind her are several other young women, all with elegant stances and fury in their fists. artemis and her hunters hunt down a different type of monster now. you remember her now? yes, that’s right, she broke a man’s arm last night. no one saw her move.

it’s dark in this nightclub, yes, but i bet you can still see the burly man helping another to his feet. or, foot, as the other is being replaced by the same burly man. that’s right, it’s hephaestus there. you’re getting the hang of this. he helps the disabled and gives everyone the devices they want. his family hates him no more, because the mortals have made it his age: full of technology and a need for new limbs. he begins to love himself. try to help.

and there - look quickly, look now! slipping through the crowds and then out onto the streets? do you see him, with the curly hair and light bag and feathers on his feet? hermes is young in this age, slipping from here to there to everywhere: london and new york and tokyo and mexico city. there is no place hermes hasn’t been and there is no place that he is turned away. he wears out yet another pair of shoes.

if you listen past the music and the general din, you can hear someone ranting, screaming, begging someone to listen to her. i do. do you? she speaks of global warming and children and monsters in the night. she has sources and proof and her smile is as sharp as her scythe. she tries her best to bring food to the poor. trust me, i’ve seen her do her best. but demeter is fading as more and more people ignore her. don’t let her fade away. listen to her.

hades hovers over everyone, waiting for someone to succumb to alcohol poisoning or an overdose. don’t take it personally, it’s just who he is. but he is strong. one of the strongest here, because people will always believe in death. but there’s another side of him, when the pressure of humanity gets to be too much, and sometimes i see him crying at the graves of those who died before they had a chance to live. but don’t tell him i said that.

some girls and boys and people who aren’t either are dancing with flower crowns. the ones whose innocence fled as the world came crashing down on them. persephone weaves the crowns with her own hands and hesitates before placing one on herself. she dreams of the good-old-days and she dreams of the future. but don’t look for her in the winter months. you’ll never find her.

you see the beautiful lady in the corner, eyes glaring the the disgusting people who don’t know the true meaning of love? her voice is hoarse and eyes are wet and in the centuries her idea of love has changed drastically. but she will still smile when two people kiss for the first time or when two soldiers embrace after months apart. don’t worry, the aphrodite from the stories is still there. but now she’s realized that self love is important, too.

hestia is leaning against the bar - a couple people from you, actually, but have you ever noticed? her shawl is wrapped tightly around her shoulders despite the heat in here and there are flames in her eyes. only no one notices because i don’t remember the last time someone really looked at her. she watches her family and waits for them to come home so she can embrace them and comfort them. but they will never come home. she knows this. still, she waits. 

and who am i? took you long enough to ask, but i won’t hold that against you. you’re the first person in a while to ask. i pour the drinks and watch hesita watch everyone else and help the people confused about these pesky things called gender and sexuality. trust me, i have experience with both. and i’m dionysus so i’m used to the long hours and the screaming and the music and the tears. i’ve seen my family drunk more than sober but despite everything, i’ll keep pouring their drinks and maybe one day, i’ll come home.

(so don’t you see? we are the old gods but we are not dead. you’ve just never really looked before.)

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The Old Gods

You can see Hestia in the owner of a diner that makes the best homemade soup in town. You can see her in an older sister who is always there for you. You can see her in the Girl Scout who lights the fire for the s’mores.

You can see Demeter in the old lady who sells fresh vegetables from a stand on the side of the road. You can see her in a single mom who works two jobs to support her kids. You can see her in the young woman who buys only organic produce.

You can see Hera in a strict mom who is the glue holding her family together. You can see her in a new bride who wants everything out of her marriage. You can see her in a young scientist watching a mother bird and her chicks.

You can see Hades in an old man who doesn’t fear death. You can see him in a lonely, misunderstood teenage boy, crushing on the most popular girl in the school. You can see him in a little kid who doesn’t know why his friends are scared of the dark.

You can see Poseidon in an old fisher who lives on a houseboat and has lived out hurricanes on it. You can see him in a teenager who can calm and ride even the most wild of horses. You can see him in a little boy who talks to his fish tank.

You can see Zeus in the weatherman who never turns down a story, always running straight towards even the most dangerous storms. You can see him in a young man who flirts with everyone. You can see him in a boy who stares out the window at lightning storms when the power is out.

You can see Aphrodite in a woman wearing stilettos and razor sharp eyeliner holding her head high and ignoring haters and cat-callers. You can see her in a teenager smelling a flower from her first love. You can see her in a little girl who believes in true love and wants to be a Disney princess.

You can see Ares in an old war veteran with a million proud stories of battlefields. You can see him in a teenager joining ROTC, eager to join the real military. You can see him in the one boy always too eager to start a fight.

You can see Artemis in a small woman able to take down people five times her size. You can see her in huntresses who never pay attention when people say they can’t hunt as well as men. You can see her in a teenage girl who doesn’t understand why people get crushes when they can just have friends.

You can see Apollo in a famous singer who writes his songs so that they actually mean something. You can see him in young men who drive convertibles under the summer sun. You can see him in an archer who never misses his target.

You can see Athena in a feminist writing poems about the struggles of her fellow women. You can see her in a math teacher who patiently explains the problems to her students. You can see her in a girl who never loses a game of Battleships.

You can see Hephaestus in a man who could make a toy sword or a table from the same piece of wood. You can see him in a guy with a disability who can absolutely kick your butt, anyway. You can see him in a little boy who can build anything with legos.

You can see Hermes in a mailman who will drive through storms to get people their stuff as soon as possible. You can see him in the track runner who’s feet move faster than his team mates. You can see him in the boy with eyes a little too mischievous who always seems to get into trouble.

You can see Dionysus in the DJ of a club who knows each song to the right party playlist. You can see him in a man who owns a vineyard and walks through his grapes every morning. You can see him in a boy playing a female lead in the school play.

The old gods might not answer prayers anymore, but little bits of their influence can still be seen in people.

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ladies and gentlemen, the first dance for my future wedding. 

p.s. this is dedicated to jordie, because she never ceases to make my life a happier place and is always there when i need support or love. she is the periwinkle to my tink and the anna to my elsa and i will love her forever<3

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I feel like there’s no place where I belong and I’ll never fit in anywhere.

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