I didn’t let a white boy in my class use a sharpie today and he said “wow looks like someone’s on their period” and his entire group of friends started laughing and I think that basically sums up the humor of a typical white boy
I am a 14 year old asian boy and at least i have the dignity to not use “kthxbai”
Had SO MUCH FUN with this (even though I spent 1000 years on every wife and 10 minutes on everybody else.) Got some help and suggestions: sickmonkey1027 suggested Foxy Grandpa for Ace and gatsbygal suggested Joe in a Female Body Inspector shirt (which might be the sleaziest thing I’ve ever drawn, I feel the need to wash my tablet with soap) Also I think someone mentioned a “if lost, return to Slit” in the old post so I totally stole that idea for Cheedo.
Personal favorites are the two last one. For Max I couldn’t find ANYTHING and for Furiosa I found TOO MUCH (seriously, do you know how many horrendous trucker/asskicking novelty shirts there are out there? It’s kinda overwhelming) Then I googled “dog novelty t-shirt” AND GUESS WHAT POPPED UP ON THE FIRST PAGE. Same with Haul It Like You Stole It, when I laid my eyes on that beauty I just knew it was the one.
"you’re not trash. none of you are trash. don’t call yourselves that. don’t say you’re trash. you’re treasure, call yourselves treasure. it breaks my heart that you guys would call yourselves that."
— ACTUAL ANGEL BRENDON URIE BEING SO CONCERNED WITH PPL CALLING THEMSELVES TRASH (via little–rabbit)
This is totally something Hades would do out of revenge.
Assuming Meg doesn’t become immortal by proxy of being with Herc, once she dies for real, Hades is waiting there with the biggest grin on his face
“Meg, Meg, Meg…good ol’ nutmeg~! How ya doing? Here lemme take your coat, you’ll catch your death of cold, Eh!? ….yeesh it won’t kill ya to laugh, okay okay I’m done. Noooow I KNOW we said somethings you’re gonna regret…but I think I came up with a bit of a mutually beneficial arrangement for the two of us. I will GRACIOUSLY give you MY job for say ooooh the next thousand years while I take a little vacation. You get off torture and damnation free, whaddaya say? Huh? No? Y’know what, ya drive a hard bargin, I’ll even let wonderbread visit from time to time, I’m sure you’d have LOADS to talk about, deal? GOOD! We’re in buisness! OH and wouldja look at that, your first customers! Now let’s see who it is….Oooh…wonderboys adoptive parents…don’tcha just hate when in-laws drop in unannounced?”
When they come before her, lost, confused, weeping for the life they left behind, she greets them with comfort and with asophodel flowers. She shows them to the meadows Hades left fallow, tells them “build and be well,” tells them “the end of your life is not the end of you; find joy in each other, for now, all things are equal.”
She finds the man who left her, the one she sold her soul to save, and presses a pomegranate kiss to his forehead, whispering, “Treat her better than you ever dreamt of treating me,” as her gaze goes, ever-seeking, ever-judging, to the woman who stands in the shadows, trembling in her fear. He is weeping when he steps away. He will spend the rest of eternity trying to be worthy of her mercy.
And when they come to her cold and cruel, she shows them the lake, which still churns, eternal and cruel, at the center of her Underworld.
Hercules visits as he can, when the world does not need a hero. Not as often as either of them would like. He gathers her close, until the warmth seeps from him into her, until she feels like a living woman again, and her kisses taste of sour wine and cruel earth, and he loves her even in the absence of her heartbeat.
There are those who cannot believe that Hades would step aside, and so they claim that the sad-eyed woman who walks his halls is not his replacement, but his bride; they spin stories around her as spiders spin webs in temple corners. She looks like Megara, departed bride of Hercules, but that cannot be; Hercules would slay any man who touched his beloved, even now that she is dust and bones. She must be someone else, then, someone new.
She does not know who first called her “Persephone.” It does not matter.
When Hades returns, it is to find the world has changed. The temples have fallen; the gates of Olympus are closed. A thousand years of myth have made of a captive his common-law bride, and she meets him at the doors of his own kingdom with a smile on her lips, a three-headed dog at her side, and a scroll sealing their divorce in her hands.
“Thanks for the house,” she says, while he’s still staring. “Now if you’ll excuse me, wonderboy and I have a date with my father-in-law.”
Never give the keys to the kingdom to a woman with no reason to give them back to you.
HOLY CRAP MY ORIGINAL STORY CAME BACK TO MY DASH WITH AN AMAZING ADDITION AEKHJERLKEKLJEKLRJKLKEJEKLULWKRLKHETKEREER
The problem with being introverted is that there is no polite way to say “I love you, but I’m tired of being with you right now.”
This post makes me so sad because I remember when my husband felt he couldn’t say this to me. Because society had pounded it into his head so thoroughly that it ‘wasn’t polite to ask for alone time’ that he felt he wasn’t allowed to. And he was SO MISERABLE. I, being an extrovert myself, had no idea. It wasn’t until, after lots of trial and error and lots of fighting and crying that we finally figured it out.
Saying ‘I love you, but I’m tired of being around people right now. I need time to recharge.’ is NOT IMPOLITE. If someone you say it to thinks it is? Then they need to learn what being introverted means. You can try to help them understand that you need to recharge your batteries. If they refuse to accept it… well, then, you’re never going to work anyways. Because you should NEVER sacrifice your mental health just to keep from hurting someone else’s feelings.
You can ask for alone time politely. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s not being mean. It’s not being rude. Explain that you need time to recharge. That you just need to be alone with yourself for a while. It’s so important. And the people who truly love you in return will learn and adapt as much as you do.
Also, the various little coping mechanisms and patience-snaps that creep in when someone is pushed past what they can handle are usually MORE apt to cause pain, confusion, or anger than being straight up honest about needing some time and space.
(My sweety and I have similar issues as outlined above; believe me, it’s FAR nicer for both of us when he says ‘I need some quiet’ than when he tries to grit his teeth and bear it!)
The same goes for anyone dealing with chronic pain, incidentally. For your own health and happiness and that of everyone around you, learn to tell people when you need to bow out before it hits a crisis point. You’re not being rude by knowing your own limits, but you might be rude when you’re really hurting or super overwhelmed.
If the other party can’t handle that, remind yourself that it is their problem, not yours.
So a Greek mythology headcanon where Aphrodite can appear either male or female, and she looks like a really fucking sexy guy to gay dudes because that’s who they find attractive
And some Greek bro is out with his buddies when she shows up and he’s all “Wow look at how ripped this dude is no homo” and his buddies are all “What the fuck man that’s a beautiful lady” and that’s how he finds out he’s hella gay
OMG you just opened a door to some amazing head canons How do you see Aphrodite if you’re ace, aro, Demi, pan, bi???
I bet if you’re bi/ pan, she shifts between genders.
If you’re ace, instead of looking super hot, she looks pretty ordinary, but still aesthetically pleasing, and she has a very kind face and a sweet voice and intelligent eyes. So, romantically appealing.
If you’re demi then she starts off at regular pretty level, but gets steadily hotter as you fall for her.
If you’re aro-ace, she’s invisible (and it pisses her off SO MUCH but she can’t do anything about it).
As an aro ace I strongly approve of this unique opportunity to piss off a Greek god without being murdered or getting turned into a tree or some shit
