why's the obsidian crying? fucking baby got its bottle taken? wa wa motherfucker cry about our impending doom like the rest of us
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why's the obsidian crying? fucking baby got its bottle taken? wa wa motherfucker cry about our impending doom like the rest of us
Gareth “Grizz” Visser in every episode ↠ The Society [1.01] “What Happened”
or, the song about girls in love softly walking hand in hand through the ashes of the apocalypse
I tend to disappear here and there.
Snowing at sea
Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean??? Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal
Inspired @connorsquarter ‘s post
I feel like I’m playing the most suspenseful moment of a Bioshock game and this is the audio recording I’ve found in the bottom of a trash can
HP Zodiac project put together by @artofpan and @bloodyhellharry!
Remus Lupin (3.10.1960) - Pisces
I was given Pisces since that’s my sign, and I chose Lupin since we actually share the exact same birthday :’) Pisces is a water sign that has to do a lot with losing yourself in daydreams/inner reflection, so I wanted to combine the circling fish motif of Pisces with the full moon significant to Lupin, making them work together to become a Pensieve. The moon for Lupin is tied so intricately with his best and worst memories, and like a true Pisces he’s lost in these memories throughout his life, plagued by the guilt they bring while also clinging to them as a means of reaffirming his sense of humanity.
The circling fish also mirror the cyclical nature of the moon, shown in the phases. He’s in the center of all these cycles forever.
Here’s a bonus Lupin eating fish n chips tho to lighten the mood
Sirius Black
Dark cloud on the horizon; boots that hit the ground like thunder when he wants you to know that he’s coming; scares the birds out of the trees when he’s coming; likes the birds, and so he likes that they’re flying away, for their own good. A presence so loud no-one notices they haven’t heard him speaking—his eyes speak for him, his hands, his hair, the sharp cut of his jaw; is not used to people listening to what he has to say for himself so he still shouts, still screams, before he thinks to speak softly. Can speak so softly, wants to speak so softly, wants to soothe the torn-open ache in the back of his throat but the cigarettes feel so good on the way down; the smoke reminds him that his lungs are still expanding. Buzzing like a power line, air around him crackling; waiting for the discharge, waiting, waiting, always for something, right on the starting line, for the crack of the pistol, for the moment to run like hell, but he looks down to find he’s already running. Jumps at fireworks, at bright lights too close and too sudden; grins, shows his canines, says it’s the dog in him. It is not the dog in him. Dog eared poetry books, underlining the repetition; reread a hundred times, repetition; hating the repetition, repetition; feels trapped, again, repetition; firewhiskey, again, repetition, to drown the thing pacing his ribcage, trapped, repetition; keeps not learning from the same mistake, repetition; he’s trying, repetition, but it feels like pounding his fist against a stone wall. Pounds his fist against a stone wall and the bones shatter, more brittle than they ever looked before the moment they splintered. Waiting for someone to lick his wounds clean, to lick him clean, to make him feel clean, to touch him. His eyes are speaking for him again, repetition: they are saying touch me not.
James Potter
Grass stains on his Quidditch shirt, white socks and no shoes, always surprised when he treads on something, by the sharp sting of it, the odd sense of betrayal. Orange juice at breakfast from a table already laid when he got there, warm arms and faces and smiles already waiting when he got there, never thinks to expect anything else. His glory will live on once he’s gone, his glory will be living on once he’s gone, the way the Greeks thought of it; kleos. Speaks enough Greek to know what that means. Speaks three forms of Greek, speaks Latin, speaks French and Old Norse and Old English, has so many words— words his dad taught him, words he’ll teach his kids one day. Wants so many kids one day to teach all these words to. So many words he cannot find the ones he needs sometimes; so many and so much to say that some days he can’t breathe around them. Crooked glasses with a smudge on the lens he can’t wipe away; the whole world looks a bit crooked, a bit blurred at one edge, like a blind spot very near by, like it’s tipping into something he can’t see, there’s something he can’t see, what isn’t he seeing? Can’t leave it alone until it’s solved, can’t leave the question without answers, will dig the answers out of the earth himself if he has to, like a dog with a bone. Wants to play like a dog, like a puppy; doesn’t know where the line is between playing and hurting yet, doesn’t want to hurt, wants to play, wants to have fun, wants to stop everyone hurting, make them smile. Are they smiling? Is everyone smiling? Is everyone okay? Don’t panic. Are they smiling? Everything’s going to be fine.
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Oooh, this is pretty cool!
First day of life up until 6th grade
Jumped all the way to Freshman year of High School
Then I cut my hair Junior year, why did I do that
Slowly it started growing back and then….
I finally felt comfortable to express myself (the picture on the left was my debut)
At this point in my transition I am 6 months into HRT
A year on HRT
Over a year and a half on hormones. My transition hasn’t been the clearest path but I am so happy that I am on it.
Update:
2 years since my coming out
2 years on hrt
2.3 years on hrt
2 and a half years on hormones
Its been a while since I’ve done an update so here it goes
At this point I am 3 years into my Hormone Replacement Therapy. I’m thriving.
These pictures were taken days apart and I am 3 and a half years into my medical transition (The picture on the right was also posted by Instagram on all their major social media handles attached with an interview I did with them for International Women’s Month)
During this time I was 4 years into HRT. Clearly living for it.
I am currently 4 and a half years into HRT, 5 years into socially transitioning, 6 years into when i first came out to my community around me and I’m loving life more than I ever thought I would.
Lil mini update!! It’s my 5 years on hormones and I think that’s quite the milestone to be proud of so here’s some pics since the last update.
Can’t wait to see how the next 5 years go!
I’m proud seeing how much confidence she got, she’s beautiful, she’s brave and most important she deserves to be happy.
I’ve seen this post a million times and every time I see it my brain short circuits and stops functioning for a moment because of how gorgeous she is
Who needs Meghan Trainor’s “NO” when there’s this masterpiece?
I THINK YOU COULD USE A MINT
this is literally honestly a fucking bop
hey this shit slaps unironically
not all children of the apollo are bathed in golden light, their hands do not heal, they do not create beautiful melodies, they are not light some of them cannot bare the sight of the sun, some of them cause disease with the slightest touch, their music is a catastrophe, they are not heroes
not all children of demeter are like wildflowers, their hands to not cultivate, they do not plant fields golden wheat, they are not flowers some of them are thorns, some of them wither forests with just a glance, their fields are barren, they are not heroes
not all children of aphrodite are things of beauty and grace, their hands do not bestow love, they do not reassure people with their words and smiles, they are not beauty some of them are ugly inside, some of them spread lustful vengeance and hate, their words are skillful webs of lies, they are not heroes
not all children of hypnos are living in a dreamland, their hands do not calm, they do not lull comrades into an easy sleep, they are not dreamers some are more like nightmares, some of them invade the mind with fear and pain, their nightmares lull enemies in comatose states, they are not heroes
not all children of the gods are bathed in golden light, with flowers in their hair, things of grace and beauty, living in a dreamland sometimes they are a darkness, a plaque, a hatred, a nightmare
they are not heroes, but legends of godly proportions
Reblog to cleanse your blog ✨🌿
the summer of aphrodite
♡ skin and white cotton stained with sticky juices from overripe blood oranges and mulberries
♡ laying lethargic and barely clothed in bed in a heatwave, sheets tangled and a cool relief
♡ flushed skin, pale lips, bright eyes and hair stiff with sea salt and cold water from the ocean
♡ the calls of cicadas a backdrop to whispered truth or dares and stifled tipsy laughter
♡ lighting candles and incense, drawing a bath and drinking herbal tea- all in the heat of summer dusk
♡ slightly disintegrating glamour- dark lipstick smudged slightly on a wine glass at a party, a smartphone amidst a 20s vintage dress, anger and passion and disgust breaking through a beautiful face
♡ a picnic of cool sicilian lemonade and crumbling homemade cakes, served on a chipped 19th century tea set
the summer of aphrodite
♡ skin and white cotton stained with sticky juices from overripe blood oranges and mulberries
♡ laying lethargic and barely clothed in bed in a heatwave, sheets tangled and a cool relief
♡ flushed skin, pale lips, bright eyes and hair stiff with sea salt and cold water from the ocean
♡ the calls of cicadas a backdrop to whispered truth or dares and stifled tipsy laughter
♡ lighting candles and incense, drawing a bath and drinking herbal tea- all in the heat of summer dusk
♡ slightly disintegrating glamour- dark lipstick smudged slightly on a wine glass at a party, a smartphone amidst a 20s vintage dress, anger and passion and disgust breaking through a beautiful face
♡ a picnic of cool sicilian lemonade and crumbling homemade cakes, served on a chipped 19th century tea set
J.K. Rowling totally “borrowed” a few things from the Lord of the Rings
Dementers are eerily similar to ring-wraiths. Robed figures with skeletal hands and veiled faces who make you feel chilled and like death when they are near. The effect of Horcruxes and the One Ring are super similar. When Ron, Harry, and Hermione wear the horcrux it infects them with its evil and makes them get angry and fight with each other. When Frodo wears the ring around his neck it affects his personality and makes him fight with Samwise.
THE LEGENDARY STORY OF THE TROJAN HORSE DOES NOT INVOLVE THE GREEKS GIVING THE HORSE TO THE TROJANS AS A GIFT. THE GREEKS’ DECEPTION WAS ACTUALLY THAT THEY LEFT THE HORSE AS AN OFFERING TO THE GODDESS ATHENA.
IN THE LEGEND, THEY BASICALLY SENT SOMEONE TO TROY TO SAY “THIS HORSE IS FOR ATHENA, NOT YOU, SO OUR RETREAT BACK TO GREECE IS SAFE. DON’T TRY TO TAKE IT. IT WON’T FIT THROUGH THE GATES OF YOUR CITY, SO THERE’S NO WAY YOU DICKS CAN STEAL IT AND PRETEND YOU GOT IT FOR ATHENA. NOT FOR TROJANS.”
AND THEN TROY WAS LIKE “YOU’RE NOT OUR DAD. WE WON THIS WAR AND WE’RE TAKING YOUR STUPID HORSE AS A TROPHY SO WE’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW BAD GREECE IS AT DESTROYING TROY.”
AND A FEW TROJANS WERE LIKE “THIS IS A TRICK” AND TRIED TO EXPOSE IT AS A TRICK BUT THE REST OF THE TROJANS WOULD HAVE NONE OF IT BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS SWEPT UP IN THE THRILL OF VICTORY, AND ALSO BECAUSE THE GODS KEPT SENDING SNAKES TO STRANGLE ANYONE WHO SAID ANYTHING, BECAUSE THE GREEK GODS HAD NO WORD FOR “SUBTLETY”
THEN AT NIGHT ALL THE GREEKS JUMPED OUT OF THE HORSE LIKE “WE TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE THE HORSE, WHY ARE YOU SUCH PRIDEFUL DICKS” AND BURNED DOWN THE WHOLE CITY
This makes a lot more sense