#athxnes

[minervq]

moodboard | “if you’ve a ready mind...” 

[nancywheehler]

I would recommend the book Deathless by Catherynne M Valente to anyone and everyone. Could you rate athxnes instead? <3

i will check it out, thanks!! and of course!

url: 10/10 icon: 9/10desktop theme: 8/10mobile theme: 10/10 posts: 9.5/10 overall: 9.5/10 following: no(t yet) but you’re amazing! | +f | of course! | you’re never getting rid of me, never! comments + compliments: your blog is absolutely amazing and is quickly becoming one of my favorites! <3

want one? :)

[jupiterreed]

ODE TO THE DREAMER’S BEDFELLOW:- you’re mounting the open sea, you can’t take your eyes off him, glittering cascades of sand, how the coral ruckus swirled inside his oceania eyes, arms carved into fine candle opera, the world strums to his chords (his bones, his breath.) blue raindrops curtain purple mornings, that candy apple sweetness still soft on the tongue, there’s a gap somewhere in between his disillusion and your mirage (a place where all of heaven’s discarded harps go.) so he’s sitting up on his elbows, lashes flirting the light, & he asks, "can you make a bed out of me?“ you laugh, he’s more than bed. he’s the whole goddamn room. (and the earth thrums in agreement.) the picture frame with crooked teeth. the phosohorescent galaxies on the ceiling; and his mouth makes you feel like the cupboard you stuffed your shaking body into when you wanted to hide away from the world for a little while. some nights you want to close your eyes, and you don’t anyway. just in case the dream fades while you weren’t looking & you forget the warm length of it and how it splinters your every nerve like a flower with swords for petals. and you only bleed on saturdays, when it's all flesh wounds and your reflection going cold through rainy windows.  but the world spins where his hands press against the countertop and you watch imagining the weight of them replacing the faulty ribs in your chest. and he’s still fluttering across your highway lines, when it’s dreamless outside and the moon isn’t full enough to swallow you up and kill the black maiming hands of your reality.

A SERIES OF DREAMS || j.r 

[inkmagician]

if you go, cities will not fall. empires will not crumble, temples will not collapse. citadels will not catch fire; rome will not go up in blazing glory like the sky did on your birthday last july fourth, when you whispered make a wish! and i laughed at you—because who makes wishes on fireworks?—but secretly wished with all my heart for you to not be sad anymore. if you go, rain will not drench the world for forty days and forty nights like it does in the chick-flicks we stay up watching until 2 a.m., i never liked those, you know, but you do and i like you.   if you go, the earth will keep turning.   but.   if you go, the boy who sits across from you in math class will hear your name on the loudspeaker, and he’ll realize he won’t have anyone to help him on calc problems anymore but mostly he’ll wish that he’d talked to you about something other than integrals. if you go, your little sister won’t have anyone to compliment her drawings even though they’re masterpieces because she’s too shy to show them to anyone else. if you go, your big brother who claims he’s mature because he has a girlfriend will cry until he can’t breathe, and you won’t even be there to tease him about it.   if you go, i’ll miss the midnight texting sessions about nothing in particular, the shared peppermint lip gloss, the early morning trading of answers to chemistry problems we were supposed to do last night. i’ll miss sitting in the back row of the movie theaters and laughing until my ribs ache even though everybody turns around to glare at us. i’ll even miss listening to your staticky voice on the phone whispering help, i don’t think i can do this anymore; i’ll miss the rush of relief that comes when i hear you talk because at least that means you’re still here, you’re still hanging on.   if you go, nothing big will happen. no stars will explode. no sound, even, except the quiet breaking of all the hearts you left behind.

TO A FADING FRIEND | prose series #2 | inkmagician

[hynpos]

so I thought this would be a really cool thing to do with @wxldhunt, the lovely person who made this lovely banner and as you can see, a tumblr award contest over the summer!

RULES:

must be following Renn and Brittany

must reblog this post to spread the word (if reblogged to a side blog, tag what you follow with bc we will be checking!)

the post must get a minimum of 50 notes or we’ll pretend it never happened and possibly go into exile from shame and live as isolated village witches

INFORMATION:

there will be one winner per category, maybe runner-ups depending on how many people enter the contest

as of right now, the deadline is August 13, and we will pick winners shortly after

CATEGORIES:

Zeus Award // best url

Aphrodite Award // best icon

Hera Award // best theme

Poseidon Award // best mobile theme

Hermes Award // best rising blogger (submit a screenshot of your follower count to Renn here. must be below 500)

Athena Award // best posts

Hephaestus Award // best original edits (can be aesthetics, moodboards, picspams, etc) *

Apollo Award // best original poetry/writing *

Artemis Award // best fandom blog

Persephone Award // personal favorite of Brittany

Asteria Award // personal favorite of Renn

* please tag the post with your creations tags for the Hephaestus and Apollo awards, if you have original creations

PRIZES:

Winners:

+f if we aren’t following you already

An edit of your choice (moodboard, aesthetic, lyrics, etc)

A poem, topic of your choosing

Promos (3 max for each of us)

Spot on both of our winner pages

Runner-ups (if any) will get:

+f if we aren’t already

An edit or a poem (must pick one)

Promo from each of us

Spot on winner pages