Mythology Posters Series: Enyo

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‘Savage’ Squid Game ver. Dance Practice

"Those who teach us the most about humanity aren't always humans..."

Who steps out of the shower half dressed and who exhales 'wow, I'm gay' to themselves ? For as many ships as you like!

🦝: blurb/ headcanons/ drabbles

Uh I'm not going to say *I'm gay* because I really want to do Jeyna. So is *I'm whipped* a good substitute?

So in the case of Jeyna:

Contrary to popular belief, whenever Jason steps out of the shower half dressed, humming some stupid show tune, Rey plays it super cool like it doesnt affect her at all. But inside her mind is just Wow Jason. HOLYSHITHOLYFUCK and shes mentally screaming because he doesn't know what an effect she has on him and like Jason totally knows but he acts like he doesnt notice and will basically tease her the whole time.

Thaluke (let's pretend these babies are alive/not immortal):

Its totally Luke. Luke is the definition of a simp. He will look at Thalia and his heart will just skip a few beats because he's like this beauty woman chose me of all the people she could be with. "Damn I'm so lucky" is a thought constantly in his head because he loves her so much, from her punk badges to the little freckles on her back.

Solangelo:

So it would be Will. Nico would come out of the shower and Will would be teasing him about using up all the hot water or something and then Nico will be like "for the last time, William" and turn to face him and Will's brain kinda short circuits because wow this guy is so beautiful and like he looks so good and holy fuck, hes so gay and he wants to marry Nico di angelo and his ghostly weebiness.

Tratie (this is canon, fight me):

I hc that they both dont start dating outright but more as like, friends with benefits or something. Then one day, Katie steps out the bathroom in a towel and she's yelling at Travis for finishing her shampoo and she's not completely got the soap off her body and her hair is all stuck to her head but at that moment, Travis is like wow. I love her. And then he just pauses and goes. Fuck. I'm whipped for Katie Gardiner.

Malcolm and Rachel (thank you @1ooo-w0rds for getting me to ship something that has 0 scope in this fandom)

Its Rachel. For sure. They're just roommates. He needs a place to stay close to his college and she doesnt really want to stay away from the world of demigods during the whole year she spends at her Art College. She walks into his room trying to ask him something and he's standing there in his towel and all Rachel completely loses her voice and she just mutters wow under her breath and she knows it's weird but she cant take her eyes off him and her mind is just doing a continuous chant of ohmygodohmygodohmygod I'm going to die.

Ahh I dont really ship anything else that much so I dont think I can just do headcanons randomly until you specifically request ygm

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This sucks sorrryyy.

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated.

Things that remind me of: Hera

Baking for someone when they're sad.

Being the mom friend.

Knitting, crocheting things for your friends because they all deserve more soft things in their lives.

Packing an extra hoodie in your bag in case one of your friends or siblings forgets to bring one.

Having back ups of medication and inhalers in case your friend needs them. (I have allergy pills and a spare EpiPen for my friend).

Painting. Idk why, it just gives me big Hera vibes.

Praying to her when you need a mother's advice and you're too afraid to ask your mother, or you've lost your mother. She's so motherly, if you ever need a mom, she's there for you.

Being able to literally forget your own name, music taste and age but being able to basically write a wikifandom page from memory about each of your friends.

Soup. Big mom food, soup is good.

Working on your issues. Forgiving, so you can move on. But remembering you don't owe anyone anything.

When you get hurt and your friend puts on a cute band aid with flowers or cartoons on it because it helps.

Remembering to take your meds. It makes her so proud of you.

When you're kids and you plan out your whole wedding with your friends and you design dresses and make a menu and a maid of honour speech and everything. Hera loves that shit.

When your sibling goes to hospital or moves out and you cling onto their stuffed animal that you stole (or were given) and it helps you adjust to them not being near you right then. (My brother went into hospital alot with kidney problems, I have his plush giraffe, his name is Microsoft).

Waking up from nightmares and gasping because you dont know where you are but you relax slowly and melt into the mattress and feel better slowly and that's Hera. She's guiding you back to yourself, to safety, she's easing the adrenaline from your system.

Believing in soulmates.

I'm so tired so I hope the spelling is okay. I love Hera so much, she's very comforting.

Next will be Zeus himself

Actually I was half expecting Jason to be on the show cos I already knew you would definitely put that guy on the show😁

What do you think about both Gwen and Hylla being overprotective towards Reyna? Do you wanna write a fic about them? Just asking, you know... BUT I WOULD LOVE TO READ A FIC 'BOUT THEM!!! CAN YOU DO A ONE?

I personally dont like Hylla being super protective of Reyna coz like gurl you abandoned her but I totally get Gwen. Gwen is her best friend and is 1000% protective of her.

I was going to do a really short blurb but my hand slipped?

Anyways this is crappy and unedited (sorryyy)

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"Are you sure you don't want me to beat him up?" Hylla asked, a scowl on her face.

Reyna sighed. "Honestly guys. I'm fine. It's just a date!"

Gwen piped in, "But he broke your heart once already!"

Reyna shot her a dark look and muttered, "Thanks for the reminder, Gwen."

Gwen squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'm just scared that he's going to pull the same shit again."

"You and me both," Reyna murmured.

Hylla said, crossing her arms, "Well, if he does it again, I'm going to break his face. The first time was, okay, not his fault but if he does it again," she made a menacing gesture, "he's done for. No one leaves my little sister behind!"

"No one except you," Gwen grumbled softly.

Reyna gave out a small snicker just as the bell trilled.

Hylla said, "Its your boy, Rey." She made a gagging face at the word boy and made her way to the stairs. "I'm going to threaten him for a few minutes. You just..finish up whatever she's doing," she pointed at Gwen, "and come down."

Shaking her head, Reyna sat back down as Gwen straightened the last bits of her hair.

Gwen whispered, "You sure about this?" Her eyes looked concerned.

Reyna nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

She walked down the stairs slowly, her heels already digging into her feet. Gwen trailed behind, lips pursed, staring at Jason.

Jason looked..well, hot. A blue button down, black pants and he had even combed his hair. Wow. He was talking to Hylla with a resigned look on his face, nodding his head in agreement to whatever she was saying.

As she reached them, Hylla glanced at her before she said to Jason, "Look at her, she's beautiful and perfect. You better take care of her this time, wolf boy."

He sighed. "I will, Hylla. I promise."

He turned to look at Reyna and his eyes widened and he let out a small breath. "Wow. You look...wow. Holy shit,"

Jason leaned down to kiss her cheek and Reyna could smell his cologne and for God's sake, she wanted to forget about the date and just take him back to her bedroom. But common sense prevailed.

When he moved away, Gwen walked up to him and poked his chest.

"Ow!" He exclaimed.

"Don't hurt her again," she said, softly.

"I won't," he promised.

Reyna interrupted, "Alright, let's leave!" She grabbed Jason's hand and practically dragged him out the door before she said, "Love you both. Byee," before slamming the door shut.

She said, "I'm sorry, they're just too protective,"

Jason squeezed her hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly. "Its alright, Rey Rey."

Reyna sighed softly. "Its been ages since you've called me that."

"How about I make it up?" He said, a small smile on his lips before he leaned down to kiss her.

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So @crownseabird not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's all right?

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How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

OK,I think this is a topic we all need to talk about. The way many writers and artists in various fandoms will constantly whitewash characters in them and when they are confronted, will just be like.. it's hard to research all this.

Its really not.

Many POC writers who do not belong to a predominantly white country have had to google and research stuff so that we dont get called out on our lack of knowledge on something we haven't even been exposed to.

Where I'm from, we don't have prom or school dances. Our grading system and education system works differently but I still made a point to just spend 15 minutes googling these details so I didnt make mistakes in my writing.

The sad thing is, we don't get that same respect back. When we finally have shows or characters that represent us, they are promptly whitewashed.

End of story: It's really hurtful and saddening so if you could please not do this.

“You inspired me. For that, you are worth every inch of love I had to give.”

— Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete (via thoughtkick)