#that I can't even get rid off

[windfighter]

Oh, "for you" is back on the explore-page again!

Now if it can just automatically go there instead of to the stupid "today on tumblr"-blog when I open it that'd be nice thanks.

[astrolavas]

might as well put this here now that it's confirmed hunter was created as a toddler but i do have a headcanon that hunter's sprig plushie was originally a gift from belos from an early childhood...

belos getting it for him when hunter was a kid, back when he was still somewhat affectionate towards him, when he was actively making him love him/making him think HE loves him, before he grew colder/pulled away/started using more hurtful manipulation tactics... carrot and the stick, etc.

and then hunter not knowing what he did for the affection to end, wondering Where he went wrong, yearning to one day be good/helpful enough to get that affection back.......

and then after everything is done and belos is dead, hunter still asking darius/raine/whoever else would be going through the castle rubble to give him the plushie if they find it. cuz he still cares abt it, and it still WAS a source of comfort throughout his life, despite it being a gift from belos. in his mind the plushie is a positive thing in his life, that probably helped him through many scary moments and lonely nights..... a relic from the time he Felt like he was loved by his uncle.

[zu-is-here]

in a messy poster mood cause bang bang ♪

[happyk44]

thinking about percy in the underworld, laying down in the grass of persephone's garden and talking aloud about everything in nothing to the slowly growing shrub that was planted from a clipping of grover's "body" after he passed.

centuries and millennia go by and percy eventually stops hanging around elysium. he didn't think you could be tired as a ghost but time is endless and he is winded. his ghostly form slowly erodes away. but even as his memories fall away with every piece of him that fades off into the nether, he still walks to the garden and sits next to the giant shrub and rambles on and on.

and when the last day comes, when his ghostly form finally splits off and falls into the ground, dull and lifeless, sinking into the earth, the shrub withers away with it. leaves wilt and brown. branches crack and tumble to the ground. it happens so quickly, and all that's left are small brown twigs entwined into the few remnants of life ready to be reused and remodeled by zagreus's deft fingers

[crownedwille]

I've come to the conclusion that loving young royals doesn't mean I can't be critical about it, maybe especially bc I love the show so much I have such strong feelings about it, good and bad and I can love parts of canon and agree with it and appreciate it but I don't have to love it all. I have accepted that it's okay if I don't accept the ending and I don't have to force myself to support it. It's okay to not agree with all of canon and it's okay to not side with all of the creators' intentions/views. Loving a show doesn't mean you have to take everything the writers say on face value and that's the only version that is allowed to exist. Canon isn't everything and fandom is about curating your own experience that makes you happy and not miserable. You don't have to dismiss canon in every aspect and ignore it entirely, that's certainly not what I want but there is a fine line between being canon respectful, allowing some parts to exist and sometimes, yes, you just have to say "fuck canon" and move on for your own sanity and wellbeing

[jabeur]

okay like the thing is that suicide jokes and such are probably not that bad or that big of a deal if you're not really suicidal but if you're For Real suicidal or have been before and are not doing well mentally and you keep making them and start finding comfort in the thought you could kill yourself if you wanted to. be careful

[forcebookish]

i need a new strategy for like, cleaning my room and doing yoga and reading and leaving the house. the adhd has reached mythic levels of bad. i have the thought, "i should do X," and then i won't move. i make a to-do list and i won't do anything on it. i queue up a yoga practice and i won't do it. i stare at my room and get stressed out about how cluttered it is. i write 3000 words of notes for a fic i don't even know if i'm going to write. i think and i think and i think about my OCs and they won't let me write them. i spend hours looking at stuff i can't buy. i take like an hour to write this.

[torybrennan]

show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw

[navree]

debated not ordering myself a pizza but YOU KNOW WHAT, after having to literally clean out an entire fridge of rotted food (including my freezer full of rotted meat) because of a fuck up that literally wasn't even mine, i don't even care, i'm ordering my pizza, fuck it

[slverblood]

FORGED IN MOONFIRE.

A detail from the books that has stood out to me from the beginning is how excruciating it is to become a Chosen — at least one of Mys.tra's Chosen. I cannot emphasize enough that it is a horrifically painful process on a physical and spiritual level. I could loophole my way out of this on the basis that Aylin is Selûne's Chosen and/or on the basis that she's the Moonmaiden's daughter, but I don't want to. I think the torture is important; the Chosen are an example of divine horror. Why Selûne exalted Her daughter and why Aylin accepted are questions I feel I've adequately addressed elsewhere, but I'll take a crack at what the process itself looked like here.

ALTHOUGH A CHOSEN OF SELÛNE is reforged in moonfire, the process is not a flaming flash. It lasts several hours, from the moment the last ray of sun touches the sky at nightfall to the moment it first shines at dawn the next morning. The one enduring the transformation is unaware of the passage of time, however, whether due to agony or the rapture of the Goddess' full embrace. In that moment, they are bathed in the Goddss' light without barrier, pierced briefly through the veil between mortal and divine as a needle through silk. They return mortal yet more. Changed to the core of their being with a splinter of the Moondmaiden's power buried within them. That splinter can be removed, but the wound will always remain.

The spiritual aspect of the transformation is indescribable, but the physical is most akin to slow drowning. An outsider observing the phenomenon would see only an opalescent pool, radiating such fierce moonlight they can scarce look at it, undulating softly in the darkness. The surface of it ripples regardless of the presence of wind. This is moonfire that pours slowly over the Chosen's head, flowing like clinging cream down their shoulders. It drips into their throat, their lungs, their stomach, liver, intestines, every place beside and between. Their lungs burn, their eyes weep, they cough and sputter and wretch but cannot get it out. Though they cannot see, there is no darkness, only the radiance of the moon. The only sound, if there is sound, is their fists beating at their chest and their nails clawing at their own throat. But, there is no space for a scream between the moonfire. Ere long, it is impossible to tell where the moonfire ends and the Chosen begins. There is only the softly undulating pool.

And, it is cold. No ice ever burned with cold such as this. A step too near and it will seep into your very bones such that not even long hours in furs beside the fire will drive it out. It is the cold of the void cradling the moon and of the moon itself that lights yet does not warm. The Chosen, like Selûne, floats at the very heart of it. They endure chill far past what any mortal can take — and keep enduring. They freeze and shatter and do not die. The only warmth left to them is that which lives in their tortured memory and in the world beyond them. A world they know must remain but which they cannot in this moment touch.

The Moonmaiden does not abandon Her Chosen in this moment. She endures alongside them. Even as Her embrace unmakes them, they know it is that same embrace which remakes them. They know She is with them. They hear Her voice soothing them. They feel the tremble of Her song in Her throat. However many years they have seen, in that moment they are an infant cradled to their Mother's lullaby. Nothing is hidden from Her then, be it glory or shame. And, She accepts it all. All that you have been, all that you will be, exists at one point beyond time's line, and Her arms encircle the entirety of it. Compassion usurps judgment. The torture of transformation scorches Her arms that hold the Chosen; the process is not painless for Her either. Yet, still She holds and She sings and She anchors them in the maelstrom of it. She will emerge from it transformed, too. Not only by the full reality of their being and experience, which has been shared with Her, but by the splinter of power She has carved from Herself to gift them. The Chosen will carry the burden of divine power, and the Goddess' will carry the burden of mortal experience.

[antiadvil]

sorry people are annoying about your chronic illness lou i think you rock and it sucks that you have migraine 😔 you deserve to have so much fun at tit no matter what tho. love you x1000

thank you <3 i am really excited for tit!! i was talking with some friends the other day and i'm trying to convince a friend to visit for the show so we could go together and even if they can't make it it's going to be so fun. i'm for sure going to be meeting up with a friend who i met up with at WAD and there should be a few other tumblr people there who i'm excited to meet :) i'm planning to take a nurtec beforehand to hopefully help prevent a migraine from the lights/general excitement of the experience and i will have my nsaids and triptans with me in case that's not enough!

my real hope though is that whatever we do at my next neurology appointment will actually help this time (which it should... i think i've finally jumped through enough hoops for botox or a cgrp antagonist but i've thought that before and insurance has told me i am wrong) and i will maybe not need to worry so much about all the migraine stuff. summoning circle or whatever

[savage-rhi]

Cue the pink!

[nonsensemonkey]

this is who nishiki should've got to shoot out that window. this mf wouldn't have butchered it.

[gregoftom]

mannnn who up tearing up over the sticker scene

[ragnarokhound]

"reading under the red hood and it's pretty good i think" - jason todd fan who has only seen the cartoon adaptation of under the red hood

[torchickentacos]

taylor idk who chappell roan is i think that makes me disqualified from being queer forever (←sapphic girl)

She's a musical artist! She's pretty up-and-coming right now and is seen as a wlw queer icon in the music industry, but I've never been able to get into her music even though tons of other sapphics love it. I probably just haven't given it enough of a chance. Casual is a good song though!