#paintings of women & umbrellas

[floral-art-prints]

Summer Flowers by Louis de Schryver

[larobeblanche]

Gustave-Jean Jacquet (French, 1846-1909) ) • A Delicate Bouquet • 1886 • Private collection

(Detail)

[kafkasapartment]

Les Deux Parapluies (The Two Umbrellas), 2018. Francine Van Hove. Oil on canvas.

[whenthegoldrays]

Perpetually in a love-hate relationship with Gerwig films

[baytadax]

When the sun shines we'll shine together

You know I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be your friend

Took an oath I'm sticking out 'till the end

I have been obsessed with this song lately! It fits them so perfectly.

Hope someone enjoys my first Star Trek inspired artwork, I experimented with a completely different style and I quite like it!

[ellieslaces]

CAN’T CATCH ME NOW. (prologue)

presenting: Umbrella’s Hunger Games

featuring: leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: the Hunger Games, an annual show of brutal control the Capitol has over each of the twelve Districts. the Games’ number one sponsor: Umbrella Corporation, the creator of the Games’ most horrific torture strategies and nightmare inducing deaths. these games have always been cautionary, always a far away but constant threat — until you find yourself Reaped and thrown into an area full of your worst fears with 23 other Tributes, all out for blood.

content warnings (future): harsh language; heavy violence; gore; torture; heavy themes of murder; infanticide; social injustice; class discrimination; brief mention of suicidal thoughts; angst; character death; eventual smut; enemies to lovers

notes: this is inspired by the Hunger Games (no 1) and takes place in the universe; if topics such as violence murder infanticide etc trigger you, skip this series; the reader is said to be a Career Tribute

Chloe talks: posting a my prologue for my new Leon Hunger Games series before the next strike tomorrow! please enjoy, I’m convinced this will be my magnum opus :)

word count: 768 (it’s a prologue, so it’s short)

now playing: can’t catch me now ; olivia rodrigo

how you can help Palestine! 🇵🇸

Images of dark alleys, of scorching hot deserts, of raging icy tundras, of sickly beautiful yet dangerous forests haunted each child’s dreams. Not for any reason in particular other than the fact that the images were fed to them since birth. Spoon fed into their heads — the showings of each years annual Hunger Games.

Decades upon decades ago, the ocean swallowed nearly half the continent in a devastating and unprecedented tsunami. States and even smaller countries were lost to the depths of the sea, leaving the remaining forty percent of the country overflowed with a surplus of population.

Women, men, and children with nowhere to go, now crowded the north part of what once was the United States. Now twenty of the fifty states remained, thousands upon thousands of casualties, leaving too many for the forty percent of the country to support.

The government handled it with the worst of ideas, their support was lost, their lack of understanding and empathy led to an inevitable uprising. People stormed the gates of the White House, threatened to kill — and did kill — senators, and representatives, and judges, and even their families.

This uprising nearly destroyed the country as a whole. Thousands were slaughtered, bloodlines were destroyed, families killed by the rebels. Until a group of unknown power that had been hiding behind the scenes for decades stepped forward, taking control of the people. This led to a bloodbath of violence, political control, and the people finally were forced to accept their defeat.

From then, the country was divided into thirteen Districts, each with its own purpose of serving the new country’s Capitol. This new country — Panem — was run with a ruthless government, a controlling President with no mercy and a clever mind. He was cruel, and heartless, and as dangerous as he was calm.

No one dared to object him, no one dared to take his power for fear of the consequences. So, for decades, President Ozwell E. Spencer ran the country. His company — one he started long before he was elected as President — Umbrella was the sole sponsor and creator of the annual Hunger Games.

Where each spring, twenty four children between the ages of twelve and nineteen were picked at random by pairs to represent their District in a fight to the death.

One boy, one girl from each District, chosen by random to be plucked, and bathed, and painted, and paraded, and eventually murdered for the sake of entertainment. Once, these Games were a reminder of what revolution could do, how it could crumble a nation. But that notion was long gone, all that now remained was the entertainment value of their deaths. Deaths none of them deserved. Deaths you never imagined you’d actually witness, much less cause yourself.

The intricacies of these Games were lost upon you, all you knew was to survive. Despite being a so called ‘Career’ and had as close to luxury as you could for someone from one of the Districts, you hardly had the stomach to commit things such as murder. Much less upon other children, people your age.

District One, luxury items, riches, and favor of the Capitol itself. Careers, the title of the Tributes that were put into the Games each year. These Tributes were raised with advantage, raised with early training available to them. Available to you.

For the majority of your life, since you were able to understand what the Games meant, you’d been trained by Victors, the Redfield siblings. Chris and his sister, Claire, were once Tributes themselves, in consecutive years.

Chris Redfield won at nineteen with pure brutality, physical strength and power, partaking in the bloodbath and taking out a good majority of the other Tributes in the beginning. Chris’s Games lasted a mere week.

While Claire Redfield managed to outsmart each and every other Tribute in her arena, successfully becoming the Victor by simply waiting for them all to die by natural causes, or killing themselves with their own stupidity. Her Games lasted three, the ending of said Games pushed quickly to be brought to a conclusion. Leading the girl to become Victor at a mere thirteen.

So, despite the fact that you weren’t technically supposed to be trained by Mentors unless Reaped, the Redfield siblings trained you behind the curtain. They prepared you for the possibility of you being Reaped, of being subjected to the horrors they’d seen. To the murder they had to commit to stay alive. They wanted you to win, to have a chance of survival.

But, maybe they should have just let you die. Maybe they shouldn’t have taken you under their wing when they found you shivering in the rain after a school bully had taken your pack and shoes and jacket.

Maybe they should have just let you be killed. Then you wouldn’t have to live with the memory of him.

[princessanonymous]

When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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First Chapter

10. 𝓐 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓐𝓰𝓸

She looked down. "Where are we going?" She repeated, desperate to change the subject.

He let go of her hand and reached into his coat to pull out two tickets that he handed her. After studying the writing on the tickets, (Y/n) looked up with a curious expression. "An art exhibition?"

He acquiesced with evident delight. "Indeed," he confirmed. "If fate is on our side, we might even be able to acquire some of the masterpieces on display."

She hummed in response, her interest not overly piqued, yet not repulsed by the prospect of the outing either. As they got off the carriage, the duke opened a sleek black umbrella as they walked the streets of London, a stark contrast against the backdrop of the setting sun casting an orange hue across the horizon.

"Aren't you protected by your ring?" she asked under her breath as she observed the scenery.

Passersby, less fortunate people, were looking at them with interest. There was something so striking about that. Here she was, dressed in lavish garments fit for royalty when all her life, she had simply been a peasant girl. Months ago, (Y/n) would have walked the same streets without anyone batting an eye.

"I am," he replied, revealing his adorned ring with a subtle flourish. "But the feeling of its rays against my skin is still unpleasant."

As they entered a grand beige building in the city, the duke gracefully presented their tickets to the attendant at the door. A quick survey of the room revealed a vast exhibition hall, bustling with people. They were all aristocrats, but as she observed everyone's mannerisms, (Y/n) became fairly certain that these men and women in elegant clothes were human.

A hopeful smile graced her face as her heart quickened its pace. This could be her chance to escape. Perhaps, she could scream for help. Yes, (Y/n) would scream for help at the top of her lungs and surely someone would come save her.

"He—" Before she could utter a sound, a hand was placed firmly over her mouth, stifling any attempt to scream. Panic surged within her, eyes widening with fear as the reality of her situation.

As she excitedly explored her first art exhibition, some onlookers shot her peculiar glances, but they refrained from commenting. In a gentle voice, the vampire remarked, "I understand this is your first art exhibition, but there is no need to express your excitement so loudly, dear." Speaking audibly for those nearby, he then leaned in, his lips nearly brushing her ear, and whispered, "There are about thirty humans here, most inexperienced in combat. I'd venture to say the odds are in my favor. Care to take the risk, my daughter? It could be an amusing game, though I'd hate to stain the exquisite art on display."

He paused before adding, "This is your second warning today, doll."

The air seemed to constrict as the weight of the vampire's words settled in, an unspoken tension lingering in the space between them. (Y/n) felt the chill that accompanied the subtle shift in atmosphere, a reminder of the power the vampire possessed. She tensed up at the second threat he had given her today and the vampire's hand retreated. (Y/n) bit back a snide remark, knowing retorting wasn't a good idea now.

Realizing she had no way of winning this time, the human continued on with the vampire who navigated the place, marveling at the paintings, drawings, and sculptures. The vampire occasionally lingered, absorbing the descriptions offered with an air of discerning appreciation.

Much to his dismay, most of them weren't for sales, still, the nobleman often tried to bargain and offer astronomical amounts of money for simple art pieces. (Y/n) huffed. With such wealth, her family could lead a life of comfort for generations. If they were still alive, she reminded herself bitterly.

"So much money," she commented in a hushed tone, her eyes flickering over the priceless pieces. "Is there some secret rule stating that vampires must be super wealthy?"

He laughed at that and shook his head. "No, but I would argue that any of us who isn't, simply is dimwitted," he admitted with a confident smile. "After all..."

He trailed off, seemingly having noticed something important. (Y/n) followed his gaze until it landed on a tableau—an inconspicuous painting, beautiful yet seemingly no different from the others. It depicted an old man, almost god-like with wings, holding a child's wings and attempting to remove them with a scythe. A grim sight, indeed, but it still didn't explain the vampire's peculiar interest.

"Saturn Clipping the Wings of Cupid," he whispered wistfully what appeared to be the name of the tableau.

"You got it right, good sir," announced the man next to the painting proudly. "From the late Ivan Akimov himself. The original."

The vampire hummed as he arched a sly brow. "Oh, is it really? " he asked with a look of interest.

The enthusiastic salesman nodded eagerly. "Oh, yes," he assured. "Only for 30 pounds*."

(Y/n), bug-eyed, stared at the price tag. It was expensive—too expensive for her comprehension. Her incredulity deepened when she witnessed the duke pull out his checkbook, seemingly unfazed by the ridiculous large sum.

"30 pounds for the original one does sound reasonable," the duke commented and the salesman smiled at that. However, the vampire's demeanor shifted as he paused and sneered, his tone cutting through the air. "But, a fake is worth nothing."

The salesman's face flushed a deep shade of red. "Are you insinuating that this is a fake?"

"Oh no, I am not insinuating anything," the vampire chuckled, shaking his head. But the humor dissipated rapidly, and his expression turned sour. "I am saying that people like you shouldn't dare enter these places to try to swindle money with mediocre copies."

Whispers and snide comments rippled through the bystanders as they watched the confrontation unfold. The salesman, now sweating bullets, struggled to maintain composure amid the growing anger. The salesman, now faced with the exposure of his deception, stammered incoherently, attempting to salvage what remained of his credibility. The onlookers, once drawn to the allure of the artwork, now regarded it with a newfound skepticism.

The vampire stepped forward, approaching the portrait to scrutinize it closely. (Y/n) just watched like all the others. "The scythe is too small," he critiqued, crossing his arms with an air of authority. "The beard isn't quite the right shade of grey, and any connoisseur of the arts of the era would notice the muscles aren't defined enough. This is a pathetic imitation."

The salesman practically leaped in rage towards the duke, his face contorted with fury. Yet, the vampire, possessing a supernatural grace and speed, effortlessly sidestepped the attack. The mansion's guards were summoned to intervene, ensuring that the confrontation didn't spiral into chaos.

The charlatan, now surrounded by vigilant guards in imposing uniforms, found himself escorted out of the grand estate. The vampire sent him one last disgusted glance. As the guards guided the disgraced salesman away, the vampire turned to face the onlookers, his demeanor shifting effortlessly. With a practiced charm, he sent a captivating smile to those who had witnessed the unraveling drama. It was as if he had performed a well-rehearsed act.

As the noblemen and women continued to admire the vampire aristocrat with fascination, (Y/n) couldn't suppress the twist of disgust within her. If only they knew what he truly was, their admiration would turn to fear and horror. All vampires were nothing more than monsters cloaked in a convincing human disguise, a disguise that concealed the horrifying nature that lurked beneath. His charismatic smile, the graceful movements, and the impeccable manners were a well crafted mask.

They left the grand estate shortly after the vampire had acquired something to his liking - an authentic tableau this time - for 40 pounds. The carriage passed through the evening landscape as they left the city and a chance for her to flee.

As they left in the carriage, (Y/n) couldn't help but voice a question she had. "You really remembered so many details about a specific painting?" she inquired.

He smiled, a reminiscing glint in his eyes. "Of course, I was there with Akimov at the time he was making it. It was around fifty years ago, I believe," he replied.

─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

*30 pounds at that time = 3651,90 pounds today = 4652,52 US Dollars

£1 in mid victorian era would cost £121.73 today according to what I've read. Don't quote me on that though. XD

Also, here is the painting mentioned.

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

Spare a little Yandere Ashley, please?

Isn’t that just canon? Oh well!

TW: Possessive Behaviors, Swearing, and Suicide Mentioned

Yandere!Ashley Graves x GN!Reader

Ashley couldn’t explain why she felt so strongly towards you

Maybe it was your looks. The way your eyes lit up when talking about your interests. Your voice. Or…maybe it was cause you were the only person (who wasn’t Andrew) to make her feel cared about

It started with small, insignificant things. A hello in the morning when you crossed paths. Compliments on her hair or outfit that day. A look of pure adoration when she spoked.

It wasn’t until your actions became more noticeable did she truly realize you cared about her.

“Ah shit!” Ashley hissed under her breath at the falling droplets of water.

Of course it had to rain, the one day she didn’t bring a stupid umbrella- or have Andrew to shield her- it rained. She stomped her foot in frustration, her face puffing up in fury towards Mother Nature. She sighed and was about to step forward and seal her fate with the cold and wet when—

“Here,” a familiar voice called to her, “We can share my umbrella.”

Ashley blinked, surprised. Her head slowly turned to look back at the source of the voice. Her assumptions were correct, as you smiled at her- umbrella in hand.

“Uh-…thanks-“ wearily, Ashley stepped closer to you- her arms hugging her body cautiously.

She stayed close to you, her body practically pressed against yours as you both shared the safety of the umbrella. A small blush painted her cheeks as she felt…safe pressed against your form. You always were so kind to her…

From there, she noticed your kindness more and more. And each time it made her heart melt. She felt so loved. So cherished.

…but then she saw that you treated everyone that way. Basic human decency to everyone you came into contact with. She especially hated it when it was other women.

She wasn’t special- she wasn’t as important as she thought. And that pissed her the fuck off.

She ignored you at first- thinking the silent treatment would do you some good. Teach you a lesson.

But then…it hit her-

You’re so kind. And these hussies would do nothing but take advantage of you. That’s what they were doing….taking advantage of you.

Obviously she’d have to protect you.

Ashley clung to your arm, holding you back from chasing after the woman who just ran off. You stared off, wide eyed, before turning to look at Ashley.

“Wh- What was that about?” You sounded dumbfounded, “Why did you scare her off?”

“You couldn’t see it?” She replied, her head tilting slightly.

“See what?”

“She was taking advantage of you, Y/N!” She extended an arm out in the woman’s general direction.

No. She- she wasn’t. Right? How could Ashley know that?

“How do you know that?” Your eyes dared to leave Ashley’s as you looked off towards the fleeing woman again.

“Wow, you really are too nice for your own good.” Ashley grabbed your chin and turned your head to face her once again, “It was so obvious! Cold-hearted hussies like that see a good person like you and want to drain you for everything you’ve got. You’re just too sweet to see that hun.”

Ashley’s nails dug into your arm. You winced from the pain, but didn’t object.

“You need someone like me to help you see that..” her voice was low, her knuckles white from how hard she dug her nails into your arm, “To protect you.”

And protect you she did

You began gaining a reputation in the area, and not a good one.

“Stay away from Y/N, or their girlfriend will bite your head clean off!” “That crazy chick always hangs around them- best stay away.” “I heard their friend harassed a girl into jumping off a bridge.”

Your own friends became scared of you. They slowly stopped answering your calls- all until you confronted them and they gave you their official goodbyes

“Look it’s just..” your friend shoved their hands into their pockets, eyes glued to the ground to avoid your hurt expression, “I think it’s best if we just take some time apart.”

You felt like they had more to say…but you didn’t prod as they walked away from you.

You were now completely alone

Well…except for Ashley.

She comforted you when your friends left. She was protecting you against the people taking advantage of your kindness. She was there for you when everyone left.

You were hers. Forever.

[theroyalmisfitmess]

Why I think Sid is the father

Possible hints from the show (not the obvious and usually stated ones + not hints that could also apply to other contenders):

- When Sophie enters Pemberton’s to switch phones back with Sid, the engagement party crowd thought she was Hannah

- Sid remembered how much Tinder dates Sophie went on; he paid attention to her well (more on this later)

- Sophie and Sid both experienced relationship problems then found each other at the same time and same place. Sid later gave Sophie advice about finding the right person (funny enough, the advice parallels the situation because Sophie and Sid found each other at the right time to give each other advice)

- Two of Sophie’s by far most important love interests are connected to Sid—Jesse who is Sid’s best friend, and Drew who is a close friend of Sid’s wife

- Sophie remembers the Electric Slide; this time she is proven to pay attention to him

- If the father isn’t Jesse and Sophie is still married to the father, only Sid would be the perfect candidate to be understanding on why Jesse’s photo is on Sophie’s wall since he is Sid’s best friend

- The father is hinted to have loved Valentine’s Day even before he and Sophie even got together. Unlike the other guys, Sid’s memory for Valentine’s Day was always consistently good. Additionally, when Hannah walked in Pemberton’s to surprise Sid, only Sophie’s reaction was the focus

- Sophie and Sid both remember random facts they found out about each other offscreen; once again solidifying that they do pay attention to each other

- Sid somehow is the only character who has profound or notable interactions with both of Sophie’s parents

- Since we know that Sophie narrates the story, it’s important to note that she often emphasizes Sid’s stories by giving us in-depth insight despite their minimal interactions in episodes before 02x13. While she also does this for her other friends, it’s only Sid’s stories that we actually see play out long. To add, Sophie always paints Sid in a positive light in her stories

- EDIT: I forgot to add that the possibility that Sid’s last name not being revealed might also allude to Sophie’s future last name. Given, women can keep their names, but let’s not forget the possibility. Because of societal norms, women usually take their husband’s family name. If Sophie is indeed still married to the father in the future and took his last name, we can see why she won’t tell the audience her current last name. If Sid then happens to be the father and husband, it’s a strong possibility. In HIMYM, it was not needed to hide the maiden name of the possible mothers because it was Ted telling the story.

Parallels & Connections with HIMYM/Ted and Tracy:

- Alliteration names (Ted Mosby and Tracy McConnell, Sophie and Sid—if Sid’s last name also starts with a letter “T” like Tompkins then that would be interesting)

- Both are romantics. Sophie is a hopeless romantic who can’t find “the one” like Ted, while Sid is a committed romantic who is (and possibly going to be was) in a longterm relationship

- Sophie and Sid swap phones, paralleling the yellow umbrella swap

- Sophie and Sid’s banters are very similar to that of Ted and Tracy’s

- Sid has Ted’s old room

- In connection to a point from the previous section, Sophie painting Sid in a picture that’s so positive and feeling untainted is very similar to how Ted paints Tracy in his stories—perfect, an angel, someone who no one could say something bad about

- Not directly related to HIMYM, but in the original HIMYM spin-off (How I Met Your Dad), the lead character Sally met the dad as she was preparing to get divorced. The script of this scrapped spin-off was reworked into HIMYF. I’m not saying it’s a direct answer, but what if the divorce storyline is gonna go to HIMYF’s only married main character father prospective?

Now for personal feelings, I just think that out of all the guys, Sid is really the most “the father of my child” material for Sophie. His personality is so well-suited for her and they both have the same outlook in life. I know that the obvious is Jesse, but something in me is really screaming that it isn’t him. Now, I’m still on a limbo if Sophie and the father are still together in the future, but whether they are or not, I am gonna stick by with Sid as the father.

[gacougnol]

Regina Relang (German, 1906–1989)

Painted wooden toys from workshops in Vienna: women figurines with movable arms and paper umbrellas - 1943 -

[heaven-is-in-your-arms-series]

I was very excited by twitter user Vargula's observation that some of the paintings in the background of Man Suang are well known Western artworks with a Thai/Siamese twist.

These women are wearing the embroidered collars worn in traditional Thai dance.

The original painting is Gabrielle d'Estrees et un de ses soeurs.

Modern interpretations often see this painting as a representation of homosexuality although traditional views claimed it was a celebration of pregnancy.

I don't recognise this blurry painting but it looks like a Thai style umbrella may have been added.

We can see a man wearing a Thai headdress (chada) in this one.

The original painting is The Bolt by Jean-Honore Fragonard and is considered a symbol of the libertine spirit in the 18th Century.

Link here to her tweet.

I always find her posts very interesting 😊

[one-vivid-judgment]

Hii! My favorite babyboys Nanba, Joon-gi, Zhao and Tomi (who's actually your favorite babygirl :D) and things they do that give their s/o butterflies. Thanks!

Tomi is, indeed, my favorite babygirl that I would kill for 😊😊 Something so attractive about pathetic men who got their life ruined.

Yu Nanba

He notices if you have wounds anywhere. Even if they are just tiny paper cuts or a scrapped knee, he’ll see them and offer to take a look at them. Always has some band-aids at the ready for that same reason. You can insist all you want that they are not serious, but he’s not going to care.

If it’s raining outside, he’ll always lend you his umbrella. It’s a bit small to share it, but he will take getting his shoulder wet over you getting soaked and catching a cold. Besides, it’s a good chance to be in close proximity.

Started taking better care of his looks, and specially his breath. He still finds it a hassle to brush his teeth, but he knows it’s a necessity. Now, he always has a mint before going out with you—the mint breath is so obvious when you kiss him, it’s actually kind of adorable.

Joongi Han

You don’t even need to say you’re cold: he notices. And when he does, he takes off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders. He’ll act cool and like he’s not cold himself when he is; he really just wants you to be warm.

Always, always, always remembers the things you tell him that you like. You like cheesecake? He’ll go around Yokohama looking for the best cheesecake to buy it just for you. Only the best of the best for his partner, nothing less.

Quite literally only has eyes for you when out in public. Oh, he’s attractive, and he knows many women find him attractive and flirt with him even when you are there. But, to be honest, he doesn’t even notice those people—he always has his eyes on you, and he’ll always be giving you that fond look.

Zhao Tianyou

Always remembers your favorite dishes and will make them for you when you have a bad day. He believes a nice, warm meal can make even the worst of days a little better, and he enjoys cooking for the people that he loves.

You paint his nails and he paints yours in return; you bet he’s going to give you the best damn manicure in the world. But also, the tease that he is, you bet he’s going to look you in the eye as he holds your hand until you get too flustered to keep the eye contact up.

He buys you little accessories similar to the ones he owns, sorta like couple items but not really. Sometimes he’ll put the ring on your finger himself and give it a little kiss as a ‘good luck charm’. Again, a fucking tease.

Eric Tomizawa

You’ve tried to pay him more than once when he drives you places, but he always refuses. His answer is always “Oh no, get that money back in your pocket. It’s always on the house for you”. And if he needs to wait for hours until you come out of the shopping centre to drive you back home safely, he will. If you have a car and need a wash/a small repair that he can help with, it’s also on the house.

Genuinely so head over heels it’s actually embarrassing, he still sighs like a goddamn teenager in love when he looks at you—and he does it with those soft fucking eyes, too. Ever since Marie, he thought love was out of the question, but it was not after all, and you bet he’s taking it and showing it.

He’s not the greatest cook, but he can prepare basic dishes. Breakfast is his forte though; I mean, man wants to open his own café, he’s got to know a thing or two about making dessert. Breakfast in bed is a thing with him, not just on your birthday or other important dates either. Just because.

[travelingthief]

Zeus Devotions and Offerings

Learn About:

Clouds (what’s their part in the water cycle? How do you tell the difference between types of clouds?)

Weather (predominantly rain, wind, & thunder and lightning) (What causes these phenomena scientifically?)

The justice system

Eagles, hawks, and other birds

His myths and genealogy (there’s a lot there!)

His Roman counterpart, Jupiter

Political history in your country (or any country of interest)

Climate change and how you can help reduce it

Storms/Rain

Collect rainwater as an offering or for use in spells

(Safely) Watch a storm (I like to do so in my car)

If you can, safely offer shelter to those during storms (travelers, unhoused folks, or even stray cats/dogs!)

Participate in storm clean-ups

Splash in puddles/Dance in the rain

Thank Him for the rain and acknowledge how helpful it is for providing life to all of us

Take proper storm precautions, like buying enough food, having flashlights/candles on hand, and having non-electric ways to keep warm

Keep a rainy day fund

Spend rainy days with your [chosen] family

Meditate/fall asleep to rain sounds

Learn how to respond in the event someone is struck by lightning

Sky

Go cloud-gazing (try making up stories for the shapes you find!)

Go parasailing

Travel on planes

Hot air balloon rides

Ask Him to bless your flights and travels

Go birdwatching

Ride a zipline

Fly kites

Learn cloud divination

Order and Justice

Keep up-to-date with local political happenings

Participate in your city/school council

Attend protests and advocate for equality  

Vote in local, state, and nationwide elections

Take breaks for yourself when learning about politics! That shit can be overwhelming!

Learn de-escalation methods

Join a debate team

Keep your schedule in order

Maintain a clean and orderly environment

Advocate for a greener future

Visit your state house

Leadership and Protection

Trust yourself to take on leadership roles

Build your self-confidence 

Be assertive in your boundaries 

(If you're able to) Work out and build muscle

Take proper measures to protect your home (locking the door and windows or a protection spell/jar!)

Take self-defense classes/martial arts/wrestling etc.

Make your own self-love affirmations 

Do things that make you feel powerful!

Understand your power. So many people are afraid of power because of negative connotations, but power can be used for good as well

Carry yourself with pride

Speak with conviction

Misc.

Support small businesses

Check the weather and dress appropriately (or pack emergency backup clothes if the fit is too good)

Carry an umbrella on you! And a spare if you can, to pass out to someone in need!

Wear grays and sky blues

Travel and see the world!

(Safely and sanitarily) collect bird feathers. Make sure you’re aware of which bird feathers are restricted from being collected

Show Him things you’re proud of!

Set attainable goals and make a plan to achieve them

Offer hospitality to every guest, even if you’re not thrilled to see them

Be a pleasant guest, even if you’re not thrilled to be there

Offerings

Feathers

Bull/swan/eagle imagery

Rainwater/snow water

Representation of lightning/storms (Paintings, trinkets, drawings, etc.)

Imagery of Scales of Justice

Voting stickers/Absentee ballot envelopes

Political mail for causes you support

Homework you put a good effort into and are proud of

Pictures of the sky/clouds

Bird figurines

Crown imagery/figurines

Lastly, it’s undeniable that Zeus has a long history of assaulting and mistreating women. Everyone has their beliefs on the matter and I think it is entirely possible to worship/work with a god while fully acknowledging the messy past. Furthermore, as I dive deeper into the history surrounding the myths I gain a better understanding of the factors surrounding Zeus’s philandering, like the synchronization of Gods and Goddesses across religions and how Zeus likely assimilated past male deities and the people of the time created the stories of his many affairs to explain this merging.

There’s no way to justify the raping by our human standards. That being said, I don’t think it’s cause to completely shut Him out. He is the King of the Gods, the Bringer of Life! Surely that is something to celebrate. 

With all that, some final acts that support women:

Believing victims

Donating/volunteering at women's shelters

Learning the signs of domestic abuse

Learning and acknowledging red flags in a partner

Talking to friends about any major red flags you’re concerned about with their partner

Advocating for women’s rights 

Learning about domestic abuse/rape/abortion services in your area

Hoping this is helpful to someone! I see very few posts for Zeus on here.

[theverybestofbea]

academia films & shows 🩶 🎬

— the holdovers (2023)

a cranky history teacher at a prep school is forced to remain on campus over the holidays with a grieving cook and a troubled student who has no place to go, set in 1971, during christmas time.

— the umbrella academy (2019 - present)

a family of former child heroes, now grown apart, must reunite to continue to protect the world, science fiction meets preppy academia.

— mona lisa smile (2003)

a free-thinking art professor teaches conservative 1950s Wellesley girls to question their traditional social roles, gives off a similar vibe to the dead poets society.

— the goldfinch (2019)

a boy in New York is taken in by a wealthy family after his mother is killed in a bombing at the met, in a rush of panic, he steals 'the goldfinch', a painting that eventually draws him into a world of crime.

— dead poets society (1989)

john keating returns in 1959 to the prestigious new england boys' boarding school where he was once a star student, using poetry to embolden his pupils to new heights of self-expression.

— a series of unfortunate events (2017 - 2019)

after the loss of their parents in a mysterious fire, the three baudelaire children face trials and tribulations attempting to uncover dark family secrets.

— mary shelley (2017)

life and facts of mary wollstonecraft godwin, who at 16 met 21 year old poet percy shelley, resulting in the writing of frankenstein.

— tik, tik...boom! (2021)

on the brink of turning thirty, a promising theater composer navigates love, friendship and the pressure to create something great before time runs out, about art students during the 90s.

— the ministry of time (2015 - 2020)

a warrior from the sixteenth century, the first female university student from the nineteenth century, and a paramedic from the twenty–first century join a secret agency to prevent people from changing spanish history using time-traveling doors.

— romeo + juliet (1996)

shakespeare's famous play is updated to the hip modern suburb of verona still retaining its original dialogue.

— jane eyre (2011)

amousy governess who softens the heart of her employer soon discovers that he's hiding a terrible secret.

— little women (2019)

jo march reflects back and forth on her life, telling the beloved story of the march sisters - four young women, each determined to live life on her own terms.

— the dreamers (2003)

a young american studying in paris in 1968 strikes up a friendship with a french brother and sister, set against the background of the '68 paris student riots.

— my policeman (2022)

the arrival of patrick into marion and tom's home triggers the exploration of seismic events from 40 years previously.

— deadly class (2018; cancelled)

a coming-of-age story set against the backdrop of late 1980s counterculture, which follows a disillusioned teen recruited into a storied high school for assassins.

— shadow and bone (2021 - 2023; cancelled)

dark forces conspire against orphan mapmaker alina starkov when she unleashes an extraordinary power that could change the fate of her war-torn world, at the same time, a group of thieves gather for a new mission.

— kill your darlings (2013)

a murder in 1944 draws together the great poets of the beat generation: allen ginsberg, jack kerouac, and william burroughs.

[a-faggot-with-opinions]

After reading through so much "transandrophobia discourse" I think people need to seriously reframe how they view transmisogyny.

If you (general "you") believe that transmisogyny is "the intersection of misogyny and transphobia", then you need to admit what you're describing isn't exclusively and only primarily targeting transfemmes*. So many other people have been vocal about frequently experiencing what this definition is describing, or at the very least have it purposefully weaponized against them. Notably intersex people and cisgender women of color, especially black women (but this includes transmascs* and butches too, whether you believe it's targeted or not). According to that line of thinking, transmisogyny is simply a specific form of misogyny that is rooted in transphobia— which ironically is what so many people claim transandrophobia actually is, rather than a unique struggle.

Alternatively, if you believe that transmisogyny is "transphobia uniquely targetted towards transfemmes*" then you need to admit that many of the things that are labeled as "transmisogyny" are not specifically or exclusively transmisogyny at all, and they fall under a much bigger umbrella of collective oppression. Obviously trans women experience unique opression. Of course they do! If bigots know you're a transfemm* they'll more than likely treat you differently than someone they know is a transmasc*, at least in some aspects; but if you agree that a transfemme* would be treated uniquely then you've ought to admit that a transmasc* would be treated uniquely, too. In this case TME or TMA labels still wouldn't make any sense because that's essentially the equivalent of me (an intersex person) calling myself "intersexism affected" or calling a perisex person "intersexism exempt". Like yeah, no shit. It's entirely redundant.

The point is that these two lines of thinking can't exist without contradicting eachother. It's disingenuous to claim these experiences directly affect other groups of people as a specific form of misogyny AND they're exclusive to or only primarily targetting transfemmes. Otherwise you're just painting the experiences of intersex people, women of color, butches, and other trans people as "collateral damage".

In either scenario, labeling transandrophobia as "misdirected transmisogyny" or "a unique combination of transphobia and misogyny" doesn't make any sense. Either transmisogyny can be experienced by people of all identities, including cis people; or, transmisogyny is uniquely targetted towards transfemmes*— meaning transmascs* also experience uniquely targetted transphobia by default. You can't have both.

*"transfemme" and "transmasc" here are being used as very broad generalizations purely for the sake of conciseness.

Many transfeminists like to label a very broad form of oppression as transmisogyny. What I mean by that is that they'll see a very legitimate concept, which is that society has a very strict, rigid box that it expects every female body to fit into, and any female body that does not fit into that box is discriminated against, and they will say that it's based in transmisogyny. When in reality, this is literally just misogyny, and it's something that intersects with other marginalizations.

Intersex women who were assigned female may experience interpersonal transmisogyny but they don't experience it on an institutional or systemic level. What intersex women assigned female experience on a systemic level is an intersection between intersexism and misogyny, which is caused by them not fitting the rigid societal standard for what a female body has to look like.

Here's the thing, though: there are rigid societal standards for what a male body has to look like, too, and while this isn't evidence of systemic misandry (which doesn't exist for cis men), this is a way that marginalized men are punished. Men of color, intersex men assigned male at birth, fat men, and GNC men are among those who experience oppression due to not fitting the stereotype of an ideal male body.

Trans men, however, are the demographic that flips all of our understandings of how systemic oppression works on its head, because no matter which commonly accepted framework you use to view our marginalization, it just doesn't make sense. Our lived experiences, instead of being considered to help build a new framework under which we view oppression, are erased, treated as outliers, and never spoken about. And when we do speak about our experiences, we are called transmisogynists. This is because a lot of theories in modern transfeminism and trans inclusive feminism literally do not address trans men, and if they do, they are very patronizing and don't address our lived experiences.

I'm just one guy, but here's my imperfect and incomplete view of how transandrophobia and transmisogyny work. Transandrophobia and transmisogyny are intersections between the same types of oppression, namely, transphobia and misogyny, but they target two different demographics and work in very different ways. The way that transmisogyny maintains its systemic influence and oppresses transfeminine people is by making transfeminine people hyper-visible. Transfeminine people are put on a pedestal and fetishized while at the same time being dehumanized and used to fearmonger about the collapse of society. Obviously, a lot of transfeminist activists have already addressed a lot of this.

However, transandrophobia is a much sneakier, more invisible form of oppression that affects transmascs. Just like transmisogyny, it is present on a systemic and institutional level, but the way that it targets transmasculine people is by making society believe that we do not exist, while at the same time fearmongering about the possibility of our existence. Because of this, transmasculine people are targeted with violence often, but because our experiences are erased, it's a lot harder for people to identify specific instances of transandrophobia, and a lot harder to actually dismantle.

Hyper-visibility like in the case of transfems definitely isn't a privilege, but neither is hyper-invisibility. And us transmascs should not be expected to use our "privilege" due to being hyper-invisible in order to make a hyper-visible group even more visible. Transmascs devoting our time to advocating for transfems is good, but it's not reasonable to expect all of us to do that, especially when the transfems that expect us to advocate for them don't advocate for us or ever call out transmasculine erasure.

[seraphvm]

OUTLAWED LOVE PT 1, chishiya shuntaro x reader

SYNOPSIS: A kind of love that dare not speaks its name, Chishiya Shuntaro becomes conflicted in his own emotions.

★ genre & warning/s: enemies to lovers trope, fem!presenting reader,

★ sera’s notes: wrote this during class, honestly i’m not sure if this is good enough to be published ehslwjqoan, but enjoy <33

It was a rainy morning for the whole city of Tokyo, coming with a confident wind and heaven-given soundtrack washed the hues of the atmosphere into a strong and soulful vibrancy, vast amounts of citizens trudged through the sidewalks and stray dogs attempted to find warmth within the bushes, making everything seem calming, and so rain invites a street of colorful umbrellas to blossom in a fascinating way and danced like a ballet choreographed by the gentle wind.

Right from the blossomed clouds come water-petals into the fresh air, your umbrella snapped closed, releasing a gravity defying plume of small droplets which slowly flowed down onto the concrete floor like a piece of abstract art.

Oddly enough, your body somehow tensed despite the freedom that was born in this day without entering the depths of the building, gentle winds blew more mockingly but you couldn't lay a finger on what was wrong, maybe it was the pressure of entering a class this early in the morning? maybe not, however, shrugging the tensity off of your shoulders was the priority as for now in order to relax before stress overcomes you.

It wasn't unusual for you to feel pressured during the mornings of class since the professor you have is.. quite strict towards his students and will criticize you by all means, but it was the last term of your learning and you'd now soon be a lawyer, hopefully, maybe you'd even go up against one of your peers when you fight for cases, maybe Chish-

"You'd catch a cold for staring foolishly at your umbrella for so long."

Speak of the devil.

A familiar voice spoke in utmost superiority which wiped off the thoughts that was stuck onto your head, and then slowly, your peripheral vision revealed a blonde male holding onto an umbrella, staring down at your figure that was slouched onto one of the pillars of the building.

If it isn’t Chishiya Shuntaro himself.

"My well being doesn't concern you, Chishiya." You snickered while shaking your head attempting to give life to your flattened locks, it wasn’t the particular time to have an argument with him at the very start of the day but yet his eyes shimmered in utter amusement and satisfaction, it was like annoying you was as easy as ripping a piece of paper in half, a piece of cake even, the signature smirk painted over his features gently from the statement as you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the reaction.

“Wouldn’t want to be late as the model student of our class, don’t you?” The emphasizing of your current role in your class irked you even more, however, it is Chishiya after all, one of the most annoying yet smart law students in the field that had the ability to get under your skin in a flawless manner.

The relationship you have with that man was indeed questionable, it wasn’t considered as friendship, but neither did it be considered with acquaintances, sometimes the both of you would actually work together and present one of the best output in the class or deeper arguments about law would ensue with you whenever he was bored with his life.

His emotions was harder to read than other people in this learning area, simply keeping his face blank and his attitude as cocky as it ever will be was one of the traits everyone had took note of this man, but still women would still chase him despite having little-to-no chances of having a night.

It wasn’t like his attitude wasn’t tolerable, however he always had the chance to annoy you no matter what circumstance, making you strive to learn in a greater perspective to understand what was under this man filled with cunningness, and how his thoughts process, maybe the both of you would develop a fondness towards each other as well? but it was unlikely.

Before you could’ve think further regarding of this blonde man, the bell rang in its greatest of volume which stopped your tracts of observing every detail about him.

Oh how you sounded so obsessed.

“You can stop staring at me like I killed someone you know.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you have the ability to shut up.” The sentence made the male grin wider but then shrug lazily and walk off to the class both of you take, which made you follow suite and prepare yourself to be ready to defend your arguments once more against that man.

-

But just as expected, the whole session of the class was just the same as usual, Chishiya finding a way to mock your defenses and how you’d shade him in your answers to the questions, however just these simply actions of hatred seemingly felt entertaining, like it doesn’t particularly annoy you as much anymore.

Maybe you grew to understand how his attitude is just himself and it is never going to change whenever someone gets close with him or not, maybe you finally felt some part of better comprehension regarding about him? or maybe you were only just stupid? it wasn’t particularly clear how you tolerated him more than usual, but the information is there.

The professor was blabbering more information again regarding the topic whilst you were fiddling with your pen to focus more, as much as you hated to admit it, the topic was boring but it was only a few minutes left to freedom, which you had the utmost anticipation for.

In habit, you shoved both of your hands into your hoodie pockets to find some warmth due to the air conditioning in the classroom premises being like another version of antarctica, however, you suddenly felt a piece of paper meeting at your fingertips.

Odd, that wasn’t there before. You thought.

Even so, the piece of paper intrigued you at a great rate, so you took it out and unfolded to see its contents, if there is or not.

“Meet me at Lavender Cafe at dismissal, model student. I have a word to say to you. — C.”

What a sneaky little cat.

You chuckled to yourself in a bit of a shock and stuffed the paper back into your pockets before continuing on to listen to the teacher’s words, how did he even manage to get that into your pockets?

More overly, what did he actually want from you?