So why try to predict the future at all if it’s so difficult, so nearly impossible? Because making predictions is one way to give warning when we see ourselves drifting in dangerous directions. Because prediction is a useful way of pointing out safer, wiser courses. Because, most of all, our tomorrow is the child of our today. Through thought and deed, we exert a great deal of influence over this child, even though we can’t control it absolutely. Best to think about it, though. Best to try to shape it into something good.
—  Octavia Butler, “A Few Rules for Predicting the Future,” Essence 2000. pg 264.
I was just talking with my significant other and thought...

…that Lex Luthor is maybe one of the funniest social commentaries in comic books. Think about it: He’s tangled with Superman and Batman on numerous occasions, yet, his evil deeds still persist!

Superman is one of the most powerful superheroes ever, right? And he’s got some of the most desirable super powers out there: heat vision, super strength, flying. There’s probably more, but I’m no comic book expert. Anyway, the dude’s archenemy is essentially a guy who’s really rich. Lex Luthor is smart and rich. Yeah, that’s basically the limit of his powers right there.

You’d think Superman would just HEATVISION Luthor’s head off through a window while he’s out getting a coffee or something. He probably doesn’t even need to be close enough for anybody to see or even realize it was him. Couldn’t he just super speed himself in there and smash Luthor’s head with a rock without anyone realizing what just occurred?

OK, OK, he doesn’t need to KILL the guy, but didn’t Superman fling a bunch of super foes across the galaxy in a magical jail-diamond of some sort? Couldn’t he just do that?

Basically, the most super man in the universe can’t just do away with a really rich asshole. Well, honestly, that super sucks

What hope to we have?

Just musing. Nothing too serious here.

Mystery Donor Gives Money To Vandalized Stores In Ferguson, Keeps Town ‘Hopeful’

One man, cane in hand, strolled the streets of Ferguson, Missouri, last week with a selfless mission in mind: Help heal the hurt.

He ventured from door to door on West Florissant Ave. on Saturday afternoon giving out envelopes with $100 inside to various businesses, according to KSDK in St. Louis. Many of the storefronts in the area had been damaged from the recent unrest in response to the death of Ferguson teenager Michael Brown.

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“Looking back - and this is all in retrospect - I did have a lot of success and a lot of great opportunities earlier in my career. But I did also have this thing that was sort of happening in my late twenties where, whether it was because of how I looked or because I started so young, even though I was the right age for things, people didn’t think that I was old enough.”

Stiles and Greek mythology a meta

Stiles when taken into consideration always seems to come back to the Greeks and the myths surrounding their gods

There are some truly amazing parallels; we have a few with Herakles-

Extraordinary strength, courage, ingenuity, and sexual prowess with both males and females were among the characteristics commonly attributed to him. Heracles used his wits on several occasions when his strength did not suffice.His iconographic attributes are the lion skin and the club. These qualities did not prevent him from being regarded as a playful figure who used games to relax from his labors and played a great deal with children.By conquering dangerous archaic forces he is said to have “made the world safe for mankind” and to be its benefactor. Heracles was an extremely passionate and emotional individual, capable of doing both great deeds for his friends (such as wrestling with Thanatos ) and being a terrible enemy who would wreak horrible vengeance on those who crossed him.

Then we have the interesting connection to avians, in particular Owls, who belong to the Goddess Athene darachmoon did a meta on the third eye which explores the connection here.

Athena’s epithets include Άτρυτώνη, Atrytone (= the unwearying), Παρθένος, Parthénos (= virgin), and Πρόμαχος, Promachos (the First Fighter, i.e. she who fights in front).

In poetry from Homer, an oral tradition of the eighth or seventh century BC, onward, Athena’s most common epithet is Glaukopis (γλαυκῶπις), which usually is translated as, bright-eyed or with gleaming eyes.[29] The word is a combination of glaukos (γλαυκός, meaning gleaming, silvery, and later, bluish-green or gray)[30] and ops (ὤψ, eye, or sometimes, face).[31] It is interesting to note that glaux (γλαύξ,[32] “little owl”)[33] is from the same root, presumably according to some, because of the bird’s own distinctive eyes. The bird which sees well in the night is closely associated with the goddess of wisdom: in archaic images, Athena is frequently depicted with an owl (or “owl of Athena” and later under the Roman Empire, “owl of Minerva”) perched on her hand.

Well there are some very interesting things here! Promachos – one who fights in front, we’ve actually seen Stiles Step up and fight in front once (not exactly his most glorious moment) and he does have a tendency to want to be involved at the “front” so to speak.

The bit I found most interesting is the gleaming eyes, I know Stiles hasn’t had any gleaming eyes yet, But we have had a bit of a focus on eyes, in particular Stiles eyes. I wonder if he will have gleaming silvery eyes at some point?

The most interesting Parallel to the Greek myths is actually another God entirely.

A god who is described as a deified trickster – Hermes.

Hermes is a god of transitions and boundaries. He is quick and cunning, and moved freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine, as emissary and messenger of the gods,[1] intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He is protector and patron of travelers, herdsmen, thieves,[2] orators and wit, literature and poets, athletics and sports, invention and trade.[3] In some myths he is a trickster, and outwits other gods for his own satisfaction or the sake of humankind.

Stiles is the character most clearly associated with boundaries and transition, shown often with doors. Doors being symbols of boundaries and transitions.

"Hermes" may be related to Greek ἑρμηνεύς hermeneus (“interpreter”), reflecting Hermes’s function as divine messenger.[11][12][13] The word “hermeneutics”, the study and theory of interpretation, is derived from hermeneus.

Our sweet Stiles who interprets the world for us and for Scott, he’s the one who gives us the narrative to a large extend, he helps Scott he is also the one who is a divine messenger, often telling the truth before it is known to be the truth. (though he is disregarded, perhaps this is in part his own fault for not embracing everything he is?)

Homer and Hesiod portrayed Hermes as the author of skilled or deceptive acts, and also as a benefactor of mortals. In the Iliad he was called “the bringer of good luck,” “guide and guardian” and “excellent in all the tricks.”

and deception (Euripides)[57] and (possibly evil) tricks and trickeries,[58][59][60][61] crafty (from lit. god of craft[62]), the cheat,[63] god of stealth[64] and of cunning

So Stiles - he who borrows and misappropriates things? Yes, god of thievery and tricks that is Hermes.

A few other epithets -

  • epimelios, guardian of flocks[33]
  • proopylaios, “before the gate” (Edwardson 2011), (guardian of the gate),[80]Pylaios “doorkeeper”[81]
  • strophaios, “standing at the door post”[59][82]
  • Stropheus, “the socket in which the pivot of the door moves” (Kerényi in Edwardson) or “door-hinge”. Protector of the door (that is the boundary), to the temple

Stiles who takes care of the group, specifically liam this season, reassuring him and giving comfort, guardian of flocks.

And the three others talk about being a guardian of the door or the gate, Stiles who could be a key and a lock? Maybe he contains or at least stands as guardian before the gate.

Furthermore we have this about Hermes -

A cult was established in Greece in remote regions, likely making him a god of nature, farmers, and shepherds. It is also possible that since the beginning he has been a deity with shamanic attributes linked to divination, reconciliation, magic, sacrifices, and initiation and contact with other planes of existence, a role of mediator between the worlds of the visible and invisible.

Clearly Stiles has something of this in him, he’s clearly been in contact with other planes of existence, Bardo, I also did a meta before that touched on the Sacrifices and how it may have given all three of them the gift of foresight.

And oh what is this last thing I spy about Hermes?

One of the oldest places of worship for Hermes was Mount Cyllene in Arcadia, where the myth says that he was born. Tradition says that his first temple was built by Lycaon.

Yes we’ve just neatly tied into the Myth which Gerard retells as the origin of Werewovles!

Stiles with his clear ties to any and all things Hale is clearly linked here to Hermes again. While the Hales then become Lycaons get, which unsurprising, but just about every hale we’ve seen has had some kind of respect for Stiles (and Lycaon built the first temple to Hermes in Arcadia)

I insist that in private life men should not admit their passions to be an end, indulging them and so degrading themselves to the level of the other animals, or suppressing them and creating neuroses. I insist that every thought, word and deed should be consciously devoted to the service of the Great Work. Whatsoever ye do, whether ye eat or drink, do all to the glory of God.
—  A. Crowley
Coast Clear (1/?)

Rin made the mistake to befriend not just one merman, but two.

Rating: M

Pairing: Matsuoka Rin/Makoto Tachibana/Yamazaki Sousuke


  • Merman AU
  • Polymary
  • Attempt at humor
  • Sousuke merman is a jerk 
  • An infuratingly hot one
  • Rin is a freetime fisherman with too much bad luck

The encounter with the unknown happened as he was walking along a coast wearing only but a pair of loose khaki pants. The jewelry bound around his ankle had jiggled with a few jingles for each step he took, and the air had smelled like the ocean.

Everything seemed to turn out as the average…

Rin, a free time angler, would do his deeds and aimed to get to his little vigorous valley in the forest close to his hometown, where the further away and to the outer skirts of the forest one reached, the more you would be able to get glimpses of exotic coasts untouched by other individuals.

However, when he had reached his favored secluded area where he earlier on had settled a fishing net, he was more than surprised to see how the net budged in the water and looked strained down the side of the big stones sunken in the sand close by the coast, right where it quickly turned steeper in the reef.

He had waded out there and climbed atop one of the stones, bunching up in his pants so that they did not get all wet. He looked over the edge and saw a dark figure or a clotted object lying on the bottom of the seafloor, although it was hard to see despite the water being almost crystal clear.

Somehow excited for the catch he had obtained, he had gathered the end of the fishing net and crawled down from the stone, taking stance to wade back to the coast. Nonetheless, he nearly lost his breath when he dug the heels of his feet into the sand and tried to go ahead, seeing as he was completely blocked by the weight of the fishing net that was scraping against his palms.

He had cursed aloud and swallowed thickly as he took a better hold. It took minutes – maybe even a half hour and lots of puffing and huffing just to get the end of the catch up from the reef, the step right where it went from reef to a coastal shelf.

He had not looked back when he made the final step and heard the catch scrape against the sand when he forced himself further up the beach, subsequently collapsing there as he breathed out and cursed some more.

With his breath still ragged, he had turned around – only to feel his hair stand on end when he saw a man lying just a few meters away from him, bundled up in the net. However, what made the air in his lungs promptly leave was the fact that the man did not seem to be an exacthuman being – being curled up in what seemed like a tail.

Rin had scrambled to his feet and run over to the form slumping there, circling around it maybe five times before he actually took a hold of the net, slowly lifting it. He had felt as if is heart was beating in his ears - slightly scared but curious as well.

Lifting the net, he became able to inspect the man – or fish, whatever it was, better.

The man’s hair was dark and wet, bangs beaded to his forehead – just barely shading his closed eyes. His face was angular and sharp cut, and his shoulders were inanely broad. His whole presence was in general just broad and muscular in width.

Rin’s breath was caught in his throat when his eyes drafted further ahead and to where the man looked less like a human – because he had no legs, and instead there was a long, filling tail. It turned even longer when Rin flung the front net away and the tail spread out, as long and big it was. Underneath each of the man’s hipbones, there were pelvic fins sticking out as long folds down. Just where his groin should have been, white color streaked, starting out big but turned smaller in width until the rest was of a dark blue color - speckled in white and gray dots here and there in an exotic, but beautiful pattern.

The man was partly lying on his back, but Rin could see the huge fin sticking out from the back just where the start of the split between the buttocks should have been, budging there against the sand. It coursed down the length of the tail until another smaller fin sprouted up like a small bump, and in the peak, there were two other fins shaping the final part and caudal fin – the upper part big and the bottom small.

Rin had glared for a long time, frozen.

However, nothing had prepared him for the moment where the man’s eyes opened in a whisk, and wild cyan eyes stared right back at him.

Rin had been so surprised that he stumbled over his own feet in the attempt to make a hasty retreat, falling onto his bum on the warm sand. Breath hitching and heart going mad in his chest, he had stared with wide eyes at the man who raised his broad torso, blinking his eyes slowly.

He had a broody tinge to him – a foreboding look in his eyes as his brows furrowed and his shoulders straightened out. If it had not been for his little handicap – being the tail, Rin would have thought he would have pounced him.

Then, nothing.

The merman glared at him, almost unblinking.

Rin was still in an alarmed state, chest heaving up and down rapidly. He swallowed thickly and grimaced, looking confused.

‘’The fuck you looking at?’’ he then shakily spat, and he internally cursed at this reflex of his, striking himself as dumb because why would he ever have wanted to ‘challenge’ an inhumane man who looked like he could eat Rin up in two bites.

The man did not respond, but continued his intense staring.

Rin slowly crabbed a bit backwards and further away, craning in his next as he closed his eyes briefly just to breathe out and let the whole situation sink in.

‘’Uh,’’ he said dumbly after a while, narrowing his eyes.

The man was still unmoving – with his razor sharp look and serious face expression.

‘’You…,’’ Rin drummed his fingers on the sand, wetting his lower lip as he thought of what to say.

‘’You’re a merman, right?’’ he asked, which probably sounded stupid – because what else had the man in front of him been? Part clown fish? Octopus?

At this, the man tilted his head slightly, leaning a bit forward.

Rin pointed at his tail rather awkwardly, making a small wiggle with his index finger – ‘’uh, a whale shark – as far as I can see,’’ he ended it curtly.

‘’Cool,’’ he added shortly after, nodding enthusiastically as he made a skeptical grimace, half-smiling.

He nearly jumped a feet in the air when the merman suddenly huddled closer, palms sinking into the sand as he dragged himself with an impressive speed closer to Rin. Rin did not get to react before the man was half-huddled between his legs, leaning in on him as Rin in contrast leaned backwards. Rin even had to spread his leg further to make space for the other, as big he was.

The redhead had thought his heart was about to pop out of his chest as he hitched a ‘’holy shit’’ when the merman drew a hand up in front of his face, hovering the sturdy palm just inches away from his cheek.

‘’Human,’’ a rusty voice spoke – and it took Rin a few seconds to realize it came from the merman, whose lips were slightly agape. The man had transparent-like skin between his fingers, and when he touched Rin, his hand felt soft but a bit sticky – dotted with sand.

For a moment, Rin really had thought he was going to be eaten or something alike, because it did not seem entirely impossible, given the fact that a mythical lore creature was huddled between his legs, inspecting him with cyan, curious eyes. The merman was still wet and made Rin’s pants wet as well, and small droplets from his hair sprang off and draped down Rin’s stomach.

‘’Human?’’ Rin squeaked, voice an octave higher than before.

‘’What are-‘’ the merman could seemingly speak, although his voice was a bit garbled and strange at first, slowly accommodating to the action, ‘’these?’’

He looked down at Rin’s legs and picked at the loose pants.

Rin hunched his head back so that he probably made a forced double chin, looking incredulous. ‘’You can speak?’’

He received a glum look. ‘’Yeah,’’ the man said and pulled at the fabric hanging from Rin’s thigh, as if wanting to tear it off, in the process nearly knocking the other over.

‘’Wait- what the- fucking stop that, will you?’’ the redhead grabbed his wrist and supported his own torso with one elbow placed in the sand, snarling.

Rin had thought that meeting a mythical creature that, hey – wait – was supposed to be nonexistent, was ought to be a magical and enlightening experience, but this guy was a jerk, and looked at Rin like he had grown a second head.

The merman had scoffed and rolled his eyes – and wow, rude.

‘’What’s- oh god,’’ Rin had not even known where to start.

‘Hey you’re supposed to, well, not exist, but apparently – you do – so please enlighten me in regards to what the fuck is going on?’ Rin had wanted to spew, but squinted his eyes and stared instead.

Other than looking like a massive party-killer, the man was admittedly handsome – majestic looking, as if pride was what he ate for breakfast.

He was distracted when the merman leaned forward and entered Rin’s private space at maximum, and the human froze when he could feel a warm gush fan over his throat as the merman pressed his face to the juncture of his shoulder, inhaling there.

Rin’s legs felt wobbly and he hunched up in his shoulders, squawking in surprise. When he tried to move away, he found that he was held in place as the merman leaned closer and kept his face there. Rin could feel his breath when he exhaled, warm and humid – and it made him tremble and draw his legs closer to himself, toes budging in the sand as his breath stuttered.

When the man withdrew, he only did with a few centimeters. He had to bow a bit down for them to be on the same eyelevel because of the size difference, yet still Rin had to look up at him. Rin’s lower lip wobbled because the man was close – very close – so close Rin could feel his breath simmer along his own mouth. The man glared into his eyes intently, unfaltering.

Shortly, Rin had thought the merman was going to kiss him, but they were interrupted when another voice joined in, sounding in the distance, echoing in the valley-shaped area.

The merman drew back immediately and his eyes widened in a searching look, glancing towards the coast.

Rin thought his jaw was going to drop – or just his whole head when he spotted another man at the shoreline. The other man had brown hair, emerald eyes and tanned skin, looking average for a moment, until he pulled closer and a tail appeared behind him in the shape of an Orca’s kind, raising itself to slap against the sand, making water splash around him.

Rin’s mind was in a flurry. He thought of the possibilities of getting gang eaten or drowned – or maybe eternally judged by two jerks in the vessels of fish.

The only noises that came from his mouth were smaller strained jolts and grunts, not being able to comprehend the circumstances properly.

‘’Sousuke,’’ the brunette called out, waving at them. His face showed relief, but as soon as his eyes landed on Rin, he instantly looked rather surprised – eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

‘’Sousuke…,’’ he called again, and this time it was in a well-knowing whine, as if this Sousuke guy went out scaring the living crap out of people on average.

Sousuke’s gaze flickered from Rin and then to the brunette again, as he then yelled back with a ‘’Makoto – come closer. I found a human!’’

Rin suddenly felt offended.

‘’Dude, I haled your ass up this coast – don’t come here stating otherwise,’’ Rin snarled, but winced when Sousuke jerked his head towards him again with one of those glares that promised murder. Rin was about to say something else when another shadow loomed above him and blocked the sun out of his view from the side, and he was met by a wall of width - broad shoulders and muscles.

Makoto, as the other guy was called, was just as big as Sousuke – if not a teensy bit smaller, but nonetheless humongous compared to the average studs around town. He had, on the other hand, soft dopey looking eyes compared to this Sour guy – and was also leaning forward to inspect Rin closer.

He made an awed noise, and his voice was even lighter and bubblier than Sousuke’s, but deep nonetheless.

Sousuke straightened out, and then the both of the mermen were hovering above Rin as he leaned back in reflex and was lying on his back, breath frantically puffing out.

‘’Holy shit,’’ he repeated in a small voice, wishing himself gone as he thought of all sorts of goodbyes to the world, shutting his eyes forcibly, trying to control his breathing.

‘’Is he okay?’’ the brunette asked, looking worried, but Rin could not hear any of it, because his temples were throbbing and the light was flickering in front of his eyes.

‘’You okay?’’ Sousuke asked and tilted his head, deadpan – as neutral as ever.

‘What a fucking jerk,’ was the last thoughts in Rin’s mind before he passed out.


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"No Good Deed" storyboard (x)

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
—  Theodore Roosevelt

anonymous said:

Once I was gonna do the deed with this guy but right before we did I said "no homo" and I almost didn't get laid


Book Recommendation: Ophelia by Lisa Klein


  In this reimagining of Shakespeare’s famous tragedy, it is Ophelia who takes center stage. A rowdy, motherless girl, she grows up at Elsinore Castle to become the queen’s most trusted lady-in-waiting.  Ambitious for knowledge and witty as well as beautiful, Ophelia learns the ways of power in a court where nothing is as it seems. When she catches the attention of the captivating, dark-haired Prince Hamlet, their love blossoms in secret. But bloody deeds soon turn Denmark into a place of madness, and Ophelia’s happiness is shattered. Ultimately, she must choose between her love for Hamlet and her own life. In desperation, Ophelia devises a treacherous plan to escape from Elsinore forever … with one very dangerous secret (via goodreads).

   This was one of my personal favorites in high school like 8 years ago, and it remains one of my favorites today. Written in the p.o.v. of Ophelia, the novel opens the reader into an easy-to-understand, yet incredibly gorgeous, world of Hamlet. 

bluebydefault said:

Since some people are posting the episodes they hate the most can I mention Kitten with a Whip? Does anyone else have trouble with that episode. The main thing is that i can't put my finger on why I hate it. But i haven't tried to set through it a second time to really figure it out.

I know why you hate it. Because the main character keeps making stupid decisions. It’s like watching a slow-motion car wreck, and there’s nothing you can do about it. It keeps going from bad to worse. You’re just like “Ditch the stupid girl to the authorities” but she keeps using her sex appeal on him. And THEY DON’T EVEN DO THE DIRTY DEED so you end up just hating both of them for being stupid or evil.

Then her cardboard cutout friends show up and it only gets worse.

Demi Lovato to push mental health reform

Singer Demi Lovato is teaming up with former Rep. Patrick Kennedy (D-R.I.) to push Congress to pass mental health legislation. The 22-year-old “Really Don’t Care” singer, who has been open about her struggle with addiction and bipolar disorder, will join Kennedy and Virginia state Sen. Creigh Deeds (D) at the National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) annual convention in Washington on Thursday. 

Kennedy is a longtime mental health reform advocate. He publicly disclosed he had bipolar disorder to constituents in 2000. Deeds was  stabbed by his mentally ill son, who then killed himself, in 2013. “While there has been dialogue and some progress since the White House’s Conference on Mental Health last year, the country and those living with mental illness are still waiting on Congress to act,” NAMI Executive Director Mary Giliberti said in a statement. (article)