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~For all the uneducated people out there: read this, please.~

Tw: Mentions sexual assault/rape.

If you're too immature to handle this topic, listen up asshole.

If you're sensitive to this topic, I'm so sorry, honey 🩷.

~This is about Greek mythology - Medusa.~

🩷💚Coming from a Hellenic Pagan💚🩷

Here's some background information:

Medusa's parents were Phorcys and Ceto. Medusa had two Gorgon sisters: Euryale and Stheno. Medusa was born the only human out of the three. (She was mortal while her sisters were imortal) For those who don't know, Medusa had long, beautiful hair.

Medusa grew up to be a "beautiful priestess" in the Temple of Athena. Medusa devoted herself to Athena. Medusa made the vow of "chastity, promising to remain I'm celibate." Basically saying that she would never have marriage or any sexual relationships with anyone so she could devote herself to Athena. To stay pure - a virgin.

While in Athena's temple, Medusa met Posidon.

Medusa fell for Posidon, but she did not want to break her vow towards Athena, so she didn't act on these feelings.

Meanwhile, Posidon had fallen for Medusa's looks.

One day, as Medusa was in Athena's temple, Posidon went up to Medusa and confessed his feelings. Medusa told him that she felt for him too, but could not break her vow to Athena.

Outraged with Medusa's rejection, Posidon started getting handy with Medusa. She begged him to stop, but he didn't.

Posidon raped Medusa on the floor of Athena's temple.

Afterward, Medusa was heartbroken. She felt guilty. So, she ran to the one person she thought would understand. Athena.

Medusa told Athena what Posidon had done to her, but Athena felt betrayed. Athena felt disrespected because of what "Medusa had done" in her sacred temple.

Athena cursed Medusa. She had given her snakes for hair and banished her from Athens. (In some newer versions, Athena had done this to protect Medusa, but that's not what I believe happened ~ sorry not sorry?)

Anyway, to get to my point-

•Medusa was raped, and she was blamed for it because she was pretty.

•Medusa had trusted Athena, and she got betrayed.

If you don't believe in Greek God's or goddesses, fine. Good for you. But this isn't just "another story" you read in a book. This is still happening today. To beautiful woman.

These women feel insecure afterward. I'd know, trust me. If you're a man and you make jokes about this shit, I hope you burn in hell or whatever it is that you believe in.

Forced sex is not something you joke about. It's not funny, and it's not a joke. It's not "dark humor" either.

Our trauma is not subject to your entertainment.

(This happens to some men, too. It's rare, but men are raped and sexually harassed/assaulted all the time. Please normalize mentioning this when talking about rape or assault. We need to raise awareness for the male victims as well.)

~Your nightmare, Heaven~

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~This is getting pinned on top of my page~

For all the people out there who may take offense to what I write:

• fuck off, this is my personality.

• I'm naturally sarcastic, and 90% of the time, I'm sarcastic to be playful.

• This is specifically being said because of my next post, so don't take offense to anything that I say. I'm being sarcastic... partially. ☺️🩷

~Heaven~

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I'm bored, so here's Dean Winchester's POV after he got back from hell (season 3 episode 16 - season 4 episode 1.). ~My style~

Disclaimer:

• I've never written one of these before, so if yall don't like it, then fuck off

• This is just how I envisioned it, so if you don't think it's right, then write your own

• This does not contain any sexual scenes, only suggestive thinking. If that's what you're looking for, then go away.

Warnings:

Mentions gore, suicide, and harmful thoughts. There are a few suggestive thoughts, but nothing worse than what's in the show.

~Anyway, enjoy❤️~

It's been a day since I crawled from that wooden box Sam called a coffin. I woke up sweaty, like I had a nightmare but I knew it was far from it.

My head was throbbing, my throat felt like sand paper, and my back felt stiff, like I'd been in the same spot for too long. It was dark. Really fricking dark. My first thought was 'Sammy.'

Then everything had suddenly come clear. Like it was the first time I was feeling my legs or arms. I noticed the smell in the air. It was pure earth, odor, and strange enough, roadkill.

It was strange, though. I was obviously confused, like any person would be after waking up in a dark, strange smelling wooden box. But that wasn't the weird part. My clothes were oddly clean. I didn't feel the usual grime on my skin like I always had after a hunt. My hands were neatly placed in my pockets.

That's when I realized that I had been holding something square shaped and cold - metal. I pulled my hand out of my pocket - it was too dark to see. I felt around the object with my fingertips. It's a lighter. I flipped the lighter open. I tried to get it to spark, but nothing.

"Son of a bitch." I tried saying, but my throat was so dry the words wouldn't pronounce. I tried the lighter again, ignoring my annoyance at my own throat.

The flame lit. I groaned as my eyes struggled to adjust to the light. I looked at the end of the box. Nothing.

I layed my head back, my muscles not used to even the most subtle movements. I looked at the top of the box, noticing a crack in the wood. I brought the lighter close to it; but not enough to start a fire.

Dirt.

I brought my hand up to see if any would come down on me. I brushed my hand past the dirt. Not so surprisingly, the dirt broke through the wood, filling up the box at a quick pace.

I dropped the lighter. The dirt put the flame out so I didn't have to worry about burning alive and suffocating to death.

The was almost halfway full. I started kicking the remaining wood at the end of the box while digging at the falling dirt. I groaned as my muscles protested my movement. Managed to dig my way up into a sitting position. The dirt had stopped moving, but I was still surrounded and suffocating.

I kept digging upwards until my fingertips had felt wind brushing past them. I kept digging and squirming until I finally got a gasp of fresh air.

Once I got the rest of my body out of the dirt, my eyes took a minute to adjust to the sunlight.

"Dean,"

"Yeah?" I say, looking away from the window and at Sam.

"Were you even listening?"

"Yeah, obviously." I wasn't listening.

"Right. Then what did I say?" Sam asked, looking up from the book he was researching in. He gave me the look he always does when he knows I'm lying.

I ignore his question and stand up from the motel bed, beer in hand. "Figured out what it is we're dealing with yet?" I take a sip of the beer that isn't cold anymore. I glance at the clock - it's 9:34pm.

"Bobby said that he reached out to every hunter he knows, and they all told him they have no idea." Sam says while closing the book. "You'd think that at least one hunter would at least know something about it."

Sam looks at me, and my jaw clenches.

He's always looking at me like I'm fragile since I got back. It pisses me off.

"Then we keep looking 'til we find something." I say. I walk over to the fridge, beer in hand, and I open the door. I feel the cold air hit my face. I set the beer down on a shelf and I turn around.

"Until then, I need a shower." I say. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door beind me before Sam can say anything.

I know that Sam just cares, but I don't need his pity. I don't need him asking me every second if I'm okay. The more he asks the harder it is to lie.

One of the first things he asked me when I got back was if I'd remembered hell; what it was like. I told him no, to keep him safe and to keep my cool.

I remember every second.

I remember hearing the screams, the begging, the cries. I remember being tortured by Alistair and all his demon bitches. How the cold blade felt against my skin.

Every damn day, he'd ask me to torture for him. It was either that or he'd torture me.

I said no. I told him to do his worst.

He did.

I had no rest. Every second there was some sort of torture device stuck in my skin.

I think that was the first time I had ever felt completely helpless. I knew that no one was going to save me. I also knew that I didn't deserve to be saved. I made my bed, and I needed to lay in it. After all, I was the one who made that demon deal.

I don't regret making the demon deal, though. Despite all the torture and pain I suffered, I don't regret the deal. I did it for Sammy.

After my shower, I wrap a towel around my waist. I walk out of the bathroom to grab my clothes.

Sam is already asleep in the bed next to mine.

I grab my slightly clean clothes and change into them. I look at the red handprint on my shoulder.

The handprint had been there ever since I got back from hell. From whoever or whatever got me out of hell.

I don't know who or what got me out, but my only thought was to kill it.

Ruby told Sam that the demons are scared of whatever it was. If whatever did this makes a demon afraid of it, then it can't be good.

I sit at the small coffee table. I grab a research book and I open it. I need answers.

What was this mystery monster, and why did it want me out of hell? If it wanted me out of hell, there has to be a reason. A big one. I can't even begin to imagine the struggle it would be to get a soul out of hell.

Ruby said that no demon would go behind Lilith's back to get me out, and whatever it was must of been really strong. As much as I hate that bitch faced demon, she has a point.

I keep flipping through the pages until my hand feels like it's about to fall off and my eyes are closing by themselves.

I haven't slept in what feels like months. Every time I close my eyes, I'm back in the pit.

But this time, I can't escape the exhaustion. I close the book and I lay in the bed. I don't bother covering with the blanket - it would just get in the way if something broke in.

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I keep my eyes open until I physically can't anymore. It takes a minute for me to actually fall asleep, but once I do, I'm back in hell.

The cuffs are so tight that they're digging into my skin, causing my wrists and ankles to bleed and bruise.

Alistair is in front of me, holding a blade.

"Looks like you came back. Couldn't stay away?" He asks in his fucking annoying voice that makes a deaf person want to kill themselves. "I missed you, Dean. My favorite toy." He says, stepping closer. Alistair presses the blade to my chest, not enough to cut through my skin, but enough to hurt.

I suddenly can't breathe. Like I forgot how to. I gasp for air. My hands struggle against the cuffs, causing more pain.

"What? Can't breathe?" Alistair says as he pushes the blade into my chest, only stopping once it's pierced a lung. He pulls the blade back. It's once shiny sharp edge is coated with my blood.

"Is that better, Dean?" Alistair asks.

I feel the blood running down my chest and filling up my lungs. Soon, I'm choking on my own blood.

When I wake up, Sam is still sleeping in his bed. Sam's Rapunzel hair is messed up from laying on it.

I wipe my face with my hand and sigh.

I'm so not ready for this shit.

I walk into the bathroom and I rinse my face. I look in the mirror then decide to shave my face.

~fast forward a week~

Sam is driving. I let him drive because I'm too exhausted to stay awake again. We just finished killing a vamp's nest. I'm pretty sure we almost died again. That doesn't really surprise me, though.

The car is silent. Me and Sam got into a argument before we left the nest. He knows that I'm lying about not remembering hell. He said that he wants to know.

How am I supposed to tell my brother that I just want it to stop. I don't want to remember what I did. I don't want to remember what was done to me. I can't be weak in front of him. I'm supposed to be the strong older brother; a role model.

I can't tell him about what I did. Admitting it would only make it true, and I refuse to accept it.

Except I know what happened, and sooner or later I'll have to accept it. I can't imagine telling him that his older brother who he looks up to tortured people in hell because he couldn't take it himself.

I remember their screams. I remember them begging me to stop. I remember what it felt like to cut them apart. And worst of all; I remember loving it.

I became the monsters we hunt.

This is my first one. It's not proof read, so it might have errors. I don't know if I'll write another one, but I did have fun writing this one.

If you have any suggestions, I'll write about Supernatural or The Walking Dead. ABSOLUTELY NO SEXUAL SCENES!

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posting this as a stand alone because i think im funny

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Dear, the best person in the world:

I'm so glad I met you. You're the best person I have ever met. Everyone deserves someone like you. But, of course, nobody can actually have you. I'm selfish, you're selfless, you're light, and I'm the dark. You're the Yin to my Yang. I need you in my life. Why? Well, because without you, I don't have a life. Before you came into my life, I was lost. I was wondering endlessly through a fog, but then you randomly appeared, and then everything cleared up.

It was like I found my missing piece. Believe it or not, you saved me. I don't even want to think about where I'd be at today if we hadn't found each other.

You're my family. We aren't blood, but you are my family. We've been through so many battles together, and that's only the beginning. You were by my side when I was at my worst, and you helped pull me up. That's why I trust you. I trust you with my life.

I don't deserve you, but I'm selfish, so I'm not going to let you go. So, til death do us part, my beloved friend. ♥️

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I don't think that people realize what I mean when I say, "I love you."

I'm not saying it because someone is pointing a gun at my head; forcing me to. I'm saying, "I love you," because I fucking love you. I don't say that shit to just anyone.

"I" - My heart, body, and soul

"Love"- Would die for you, kill for you, and live

"You" - for you.

If I tell you I love you, I mean it. "I love you" isn't just a phrase. No, it's a promise, and I plan on keeping it until Death does us part.

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This took 3 hours and 37 minutes to draw, but it was so worth it! 😭♥️

(Edit)

I got bored and added to this drawing!

This time, it took another two hours 👍❤️

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I didn't draw this, but I colored it, and I absolutely love how it turned out. (I got the stencil off of Pinterest).

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Please don't come after me for this one, these are just some of my opinions!

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SUPERNATURAL TRIVIA

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SUPERNATURAL TRIVIA!

~ The answer was 111 times ~

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SUPERNATURAL TRIVIA!

~ The answer was season three episode sixteen ~

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PLEASE DO NOT USE TIKTOK AS A RESOURCE FOR HELLENIC POLYTHEISM

Tiktok is probably one of THE WORST places to learn about REAL hellenic polytheism because it is rampant with misinformation and most creators are only interested in views and parroting misinformation THEY heard. Yes there are some great and informative creators on there to learn about the hellenic gods but they are far and few in-between.

INSTEAD if you're new to the religion and have no clue where to start researching/learning, here are a few phenomenal creators on here with wonderful and informative posts!

@wisdom-devotee has an amazing guide for starting out in hellenic polytheism

@seasaltdevotion also recently made a fantastic post on resources for starting out

@crazycatsiren has a SUPER long list of resources and research material

@khaire-traveler has possibly the greatest list on subtle deity worship for just about every god

Please actually learn from those of us that truly love and covet this religion and spread information that will truly benefit you.

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Nazis will never be welcome in paganism. They have no space in our communities, we will have a zero tolerance policy when it comes to nazis. You have no right to the cultures, gods and religions you hijack to spread your disgusting ideologies. You will find no refuge or comraderie amongst pagans.

Reblog to let nazis know they’re not welcome here.