#promethianson

[shiftythrifting]

the mention of homozygous mthfr paired with the ‘let’s get this bread’ tag is HILARIOUS to me considering those of us with the mutation shouldn’t. eat most bread since most of its enriched disbuxjsbchdd

You think my bad genes will keep me from getting any sort of bread??

[anguisfell]

@promethianson replied to your post: �� + Did you like Bentleys from the start, or did...

crowley is the original “gay that doesn’t know car breeds” and as a gay who doesn’t know car breeds i respect him for that

GOD UR SO FUCKING RIGHT

[excathedras]

@promethianson.  (  s.c.  )

     THE  WOODS  ALL  LOOK  THE  SAME,  contorted trees whispering the same litany of curses and incantations on the night gales that glide above the undergrowth.  Boulders jutting with human vertebrae peer out of the darkness,  covered in long vines that are all fingers connected to the same hand rising out of the ground.  Usually,  they coax no reaction from Hypnos,  save a curious appreciation,  but now he examines each one through spotting vision from a heaving chest,  terrified that one morphed creature or another might bear resemblance to his love.  I told you not to go outside at night,  he thinks to himself miserably,  if only to stop the constant static telling him that this is his fault,  he shouldn’t have gone to bed upset,  he should have reiterated the imperativeness of staying inside,  that he should have just apologised.  Kastor’s eventual death is something that Hypnos is slowly coming to accept,  but he cannot do so on these terms.  He cannot die alone here in this haunting jungle thinking that Hypnos is still upset with him .  I told you,  I told you.

     Hypnos had feared this would happen at some point or another,  but he had chosen not to acknowledge that possibility,  and instead wrapped himself in the blinding shroud of naive bliss.  “Kastor!”  He calls into the night.  The sky is truly black,  the embroidery of the stars hidden behind a tempest that threatens to spill by morning.  Not even a pale glow of the moon behind the clouds assists him in his frenetic search.  Hypnos has nothing but his own fear and the briny wind that moves through the woods,  his ears straining to hear any sign of Kastor somewhere.

[basileuus]

@promethianson.

     THE  LAST  TIME  HYPNOS  paid  attention  to  human  literature  was  when  its  only  purpose  was  to  hold  traders  accountable  and  to  record  rites  he  already  knew  by  heart.  He  knows  some  of  the  Olympians  were  literate,  and  most  of  their  children  after  them,  but  Hypnos  was  born  of  the  stuff  of  darkness,  more  concept  than  being,  and  being  so  ancient,  so  independent  of  mortality  and  progression,  he  never  thought  he  needed  to.  He  knows  his  names,  and  that  is  sufficient  enough.  Or  rather,  it  was  sufficient  enough.

     “B...bet - ter  beans...and  ba - con  in  p....peak - peace  th...than  cakes  and  aley -  no,  ale  -  in  f...ear.”  Hypnos  closes  the  book  with  the  carelessness  of  someone  who  does  not  think  to  save  their  place  and  looks  up  at  Kastor  with  frustrated  resolve  in  his  eyes.  “This  is  arbitrary ;  I  know  Aesop.  I  could  recite  this  from  my  memory,  if  I  wished.  Can’t  I  just  accept  my  ineptitude  at  this  and  save  us  from  this  torture?”  Each  word  he  stumbles  over,  each  individual  letter  he  sounds  out,  each  syllable  he  gets  wrong,  seems  to  be  another  strike  to  his  godhead.  If  so  many  mortals  can  do  this,  it  should  be  easy  for  him,  he  should  be  able  to  read  whatever  he  likes,  but  Hypnos  never  knew  something  could  be  so  difficult.

[humortremors-blog]

❖ would you ever become a frequent user of magick?

ask a question and my muse will tell the truth // open

Probably not. It’s really not the best idea to give someone as clumsy and self destructive as him the ability to control fire or lightning.Though, he can’t say he’s never actively tried to move something closer to him with his mind when he’s too far away from it, nor can he dismiss that he sometimes wishes he had the ability to instantly dry wet clothes, all of the mundane spells that would qualify more in the realm of parlor tricks. 

[dieverge-a]

promethianson replied to your post: 1 way to sound like you know shit is to know one...

do u have to know the meaning of the word or can you be like. i’m feeling particularly estuary today. is that enough

it depends on if the conversation is verbal or online because if you’re online anyone can look it up. only a nerd would know the actual definition of estuary when talking face to face. anyone else would just be like “hey. what” and you can just bullshit the word and surprise some poor asshole thinks estuary means melancholy when in actuality it means the tidal mouth of a large river or where the tide meets the stream

[maidshe-blog]

              “To    the    HEART    and    MIND...     Ignorance    is    kind.”              Settling    a    hand     under    her    chin,    Portia    blows    a    loose    strand    of    ginger    hair    from    her    face.           “There’s    NO    comfort    in    the    truth.”

                     CARELESS WHISPER.          @promethianson

[lackspraise]

               ♙ ❝     PLEASE DON’T.     ❞

@promethianson /♙