#wait i already said that

[broke-on-books]

Why the hell can't I pick a topic for my term paper... I've been agonizing on this for THREE DAYS now. It's due in a WEEK. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Pick an incident in international relations" THATS LIKE MOST OF HISTORY

[thepublishingpress]

THE ORACULAR GODDESS

THE ORACULAR GODDESS

   A short story by Basil Dela Cruz

I swallowed as I stared out the window, the sweet smell of blossoming hyacinths overpowering everything else.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Today was the day I was to become the Oracle, Priestess of Apollo.

“Dearest?”

I turned. “Mother!” I said, forcing a smile.

She returned it. “Oh, my lovely Agathe! Aren’t you so excited? You’re about to become the Oracle! Just like your Ya-ya and me!”

“O-of course! Of course,” I said, my voice tight.

She frowned. “Agathe, why are you acting this way?“ She gasped. “Have the gods not spoken to you?”

“No, Mother! I mean, they have spoken to me!” I replied quickly, though, in reality, it wasn’t true. “I’m just feeling a bit nervous. I am to be shown to hundreds, if not thousands, of people.”

Mother patted my shoulder. “It’s okay, my dear. Now, we must go to the Temple of Apollo. We don’t have all day, you know.”

I nodded, even smiled. “Yes, Mother.”

  As we walked down the roads, so bright in comparison to my mood, the words ran in circles in my head.

Liar.

Liar.

Liar.

The gods have not spoken to you.

Liar.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

We reached the Temple of Apollo. As we went through, I rubbed the inscriptions that had always fascinated me:

ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΑΥΤΟΝ, ΜΗΔΕΝ ΑΓΑΝ , ΕΓΓΥΑ, ΠΑΡΑ ΔΑΤΗ 

It used to comfort me, back then.

We met with stern-faced officials and the kind-eyed Pythia I was the apprentice of. We went to the Castalian Spring where people from all around Greece and even non-Greeks waited to prepare for a potential day of prophecy. The current Oracle held out the bowl to me and smiled. All eyes turned to me. I took the bowl with shaking hands and stepped forward. I carefully performed the ritual. I knew this was a tense business. If the goat shivered, then Apollo was willing to be consulted by the travelers that had come from so far away. If the goat did not, the people from afar would have to wait an entire month to consult the Oracle again. Concentrate, Agathe, I thought to myself. I poured the water on the goat.

Everyone waited.

I sent a prayer to the gods, hoping they would answer, though I expected they wouldn’t.

The goat shivered.

The crowd cheered.

Thank the gods.

After all that happened, I became the new Pythia, despite the fact I have not heard a word from the gods.

But that would be my secret, A small voice whispered within me, as the crowds cheered and my parents beamed at me, they faces filled with pride.

Then, on Δευτέρα I learned the true weight of my lies.

A hero came to the Temple of Apollo while I was seated in the adyton on a bronze tripod. He ran in and kneeled in front of me.

“Oh, Oracle of Delphi! Priestess of Apollo!” He cried. “I wish to avenge my father, who met his demise at the hands of my cruel uncle. That accursed man now sits on the throne that should be mine! He has sent me on a quest for the Golden Fleece. Will I succeed? If I do, what will happen after?”

The young man was obviously a hero in the making. If I lied and the outcome was wrong… No. Just give him a prophecy. 

“What is thine name, O young man?” I said in the most official and formal voice I could muster. 

He looked at me, awe-srtuck, so I assumed I had a good official voice. “Iason, my lady.”

“Well, then, Iason. You will indeed succeed on your quest. I have seen that you will go back to your uncle and he will acknowledge his end of the bargain, though he does so grudgingly. You will have a beautiful wife and children. You will prosper, and live a long life.”

The man smiled. Thank you. Thank you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

The next month, I wandered through the market during a lazy afternoon, ready to make the proper sacrifices for the gods when I heard snatches and snippets of conversation from whispering women and gossiping girls. 

“Oh, do come closer! I have the most interesting of news..” One of the girls drawled.

The women around her leaned in breathlessly to hear.

His old wife brought their children’s demise on an altar.

His new bride and father-in-law burned.

Crushed by the boards of his own ship.

Oh, who was he?

Iason.

She said more, I’m sure, for the women were still leaning towards her like sunflowers do to the sun, but I had stopped listening by then. I ran towards the temple, trying my absolute best not to let the guilty tears flow.

The horror.

The man was dead.

More heroes came. I was unable to do anything else but lie about the outcomes. Tell them what they wanted to hear.

All of their lives ended in tragedy.

When will I be freed of this?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

I was older, much older, than the 13-year-old girl who had become the Pythia. I was sitting there on my bronze stool when a young woman came. She was wearing a cloak of fine wool. I raised my eyebrows at this. Perhaps she didn’t want to be recognized or seen, but why? She stepped forward and kneeled, which I could tell slightly annoyed her. A princess, then. 

“Oh, Oracle of Delphi,” She said, her voice low and lovely, “My father’s kingdom is at risk, and I wish to seek guidance so I may assist him.”

I sucked in a breath. I opened my mouth to speak but no words spilled free. I was thinking of the kingdom, a kingdom full of people. I brought curses to any of those who came advice… A curse from the gods for lying, I realized. I could not bear it any longer. I wept and threw myself at her feet.

 "Oh dear princess!" I cried. "I am a fake Oracle, and not one to be trusted. Please, find another Oracle! They shall give you better advice than me."

 She smiled at me, and a gray aura surrounded her, revealing her true self.

 A young woman with chocolate brown curls, cool calculating eyes as big as an owl's, bedecked with armor with her famous bronze shield. 

I would have to be a fool to not know her.

Athena.

 Before I could collect my thoughts and speak, she said, "You have passed the test, Agathe. Though you have lived a life of deceit, we have given you one last chance to redeem yourself. And redeem yourself you have."

"But why have you given me this chance my lady?" I questioned her, having regained my wits.

 "Because you are to be my successor as the goddess of wisdom."

I gaped at her and she smiled.

 "Come," She commanded. "You have much to learn as a goddess."

[personadaylight]

it's so funny because I'm actually probably the most sane out of all my friends, I barely need therapy , I'm just silly ahaha

[egophiliac]

last chance to guess what the new round of birthday outfits will be!

[demaparbat-hp]

Thinking about @stygiovictoria's Roleswap AU.

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

November 5, 2023 - If you know, you know. If you don't, log off now and save yourself.

It's been 16 years [x] since the WGA strike of 2007 set a chain of events that led to Castiel the angel saying he loved Dean Winchester and promptly dying exactly 13 years later on the night of November 5, 2020, nowadays known as the destielputinelection night.

It's been three years. For some, the night of November 5, 2020 has become no more than a blur of chaos, whilst for others, the memories of that day remain as vivid and raw as back then, even three years later.

It's time to make peace with the fact that there will be no peace. The ghost of destiel has not left and has contaminated the internet, going so far as to causing Supernatural to trend solely because of the use of the Destiel meme to convey the news [x] [x] [x].

Just this morning, it contributed to Putin trending on the hellsite alongside BBC Sherlock.

At this point we might as well just accept our fate.

[clockworkclownart]

Day 6 - Immortal AU - #DannyMay2024

so i was thinking, "who else becomes an immortal space themed monarch?" ~ if your immediate thought was "sailor moon", you are so right, i realy admire that about you 💚

[ahouseinkansas]

do/did people ever talk about in point of no return (s5 ep 17 or 18 i think) how Zachariah says sam and dean are EROTICALLY CODEPENDENT ON EACH OTHER . why would he say thag im gonna lose it

[autumn-arcadia]

man. maybe the qsmp is funny and goofy and maybe a lot of these events are outlandish and wild but it’s so nice to just see everyone putting so much effort into this. everyone’s gone all out for the trial, they’re wearing suits irl and they made a little courthouse for the trial and they had the eggs as the jury. and maybe the whole trial was completely insane (i’m still not quite sure what happened i’ll be honest) but it was so entertaining because you can see how much heart and soul everyone’s poured into it. it’s so obvious just how much fun everyone’s having and how much they care about the story they’re making and it makes me so excited for the future. i’m so excited to see where the qsmp goes from here, and i know that no matter what direction it goes, it’s gonna be absolutely amazing. proud as hell of quackity for making something so amazing

[heycallmeplease]

I love you, so much and so truly darling, I love looking at you, I love whispering all my secrets to you, I love kissing you good night, I love letting you know how much I do, I do, I do, baby I love you, can't you see ?

@skyrigel

[skitskatdacat63]

For Dru (@fortheloveofaussiegrit), thank you for completely and utterly brainrotting me with this moment 🙏

[sytoran]

Bro hear me out, Milfy Nun Wanda tempting Masc Priest R😩

Like R is a complete devote father (R isn’t a man obviously but I don’t know a masc term for it💀) of the church and they are actually very innocent when it comes to interacting with women especially the nuns/sisters of the church so they try their best to interact with them without looking like a complete idiot (even though the women can detect R’s shyness and inexperience from a mile away)

R gets VERY often flirted by the women attending the masses and also the nuns (They fawn over R’s forearms and muscular build in their Black religious suit) and Wanda DOES NOT like that one bit and she knows R is a complete Virgin so she takes matters into her own hands to claim R as her’s alone. She hates how often R’s bulge makes it appearance as they speak with any women especially a Nun who R is speaking with that day who has her cleavage at full view to tease R and hopefully make them break into sinning. That night Wanda makes some shitty excuse to get R to see her like practicing a prayer or whatever. (Little does poor innocent R know she’s wearing the sluttiest fishnets/stockings and lingerie know to man).

(mind you, Wanda learns that night how much of a puppy R is for an older woman like her and learns about their mommy kink. She even calls them Daddy to match the dynamic)

There’s many ways to portray how R gets seduced by Wanda but this is my personal storyline that my sinful lil brain created😭

[I don’t ask for much but please take my imagination into consideration and make it a masterpiece of a fic like you always do, you can modify it if you got better ideas or plots. Ur the Writer here.😔🙏]

this is the ask the new fic will be based on! it slightly differs from the stated plot, but that's just my play on it. big thanks to this anon for this idea! it's titled "guilty as sin?", from the ttpd track. looking forward to publishing it within the next few days!

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 2.15: Rage Against This Machine

[fluffypotatey]

“i am the prophet / with the answers you seek”

and boy does he! is it at all clear? to you maybe, BUT WHEN I, ODYSSEUS OF ITHCA ASK HIM—

[zombiec4ke]

guys...

Ok here me out...eyefestation x blind/hard of seeing reader

[piowasthere]

It was Lunar's birthday why did nobody fucking tell me

I made doodles of all(most) of his body's +Evil camo bc bby

I wanted to color them but they took away my crayons sob