He Just Woke Up Lmao

Honestly, I love how most artists depict Ares as mostly bare, not even a chestplate, and yet his face and hair is usually completely covered.

You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.

But, maybe I'm just tired

(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)

Petition to bring back the boop function next year for the ides of March where instead of a paw on the screen it’s a little knife that Caesar gets stabbed with

news years day 2025 is gonna be insane

would yall be interested in a silly little au spn fic im writing

Sparta...was sorta progressive(?)

I continue my dive into the rabbit hole of Ares affection. Now, it landed on Sparta. I find it ironic that Ares is disliked so much. When you see Sparta represented in most media, it's horrific. It's where people go to be slaughtered and it probably was for some. I'm not challenging that, but there's more.

Sparta was one of the few cities where women could own their own land, go around the city, talk with others, etc. They even competed in sports. It was to the point where other Greeks looked down on Spartan women because that seemed too "improper" compared to the other groups who'd just stay silently inside their homes. They could dress more like how they wanted, a Spartan woman was the first woman to win gold in the Olympics, and there was even formal education allowed which taught them common subjects as well as about war. On top of this, let's talk about marriage. The age for that was 18 and 20 fof women and men, respectively, in a time when girls could get married off at 14 to men twice their age. I also think it's no small point that Ares is one of the few gods who I haven't found any assault incidents on.

But then, I am reminded of the time period and how something as simple as a woman showing ankle could be considered savage in some places. So, it's all starting to make more sense how the immortal associated with such a place of "debauchery" would be considered savage as well.

So, long story short, I wish more Spartans joined the "writing Greek mythology" party because I would love to see some old tales about Ares being a pretty cool guy.

Logan: You’re not ascending to godhood, you’re just dehydrated.

Scott: Outta my way, gayboy! I’m about to liberate myself from this mortal shell!

*Later*

Scott, texting Logan: hopital

A lil mouthwashing thing

Warning: Jim "Hate Crimes" my is here

This is going to sound mean and a bit selfish, but PLEASE. STOP asking for donations in my inbox. I do not have the financial stability currently, being in college and having to buy other necessities, to donate. The spam in my inbox is making me really tempted to close it for the time being.

“cmere boy”

*sound of clanging pots and pans getting closer*