FEEL-THE-EFFORT

The gods are among us.

Zeus drinks himself half to death at the bar. He makes bedroom eyes at every pretty girl to walk in the room. They will clutch their cans of mace a little tighter as they walk home tonight.

Aphrodite helps a beaten girl to her feet, holding her tight as her young body is racked with sobs. Artemis stands nearby, preparing to hunt the thief of this young girl’s innocence. These are the only hunts she participates in anymore.

Athena glares at Ares as bloody knuckles and booted feet connect with battered bodies between them. The fight clubs are their temples now.

Dionysus stands behind a bar, serving drinks to rowdy men and pretty girls. Later, he will be found holding back the hair of girls, too young for the drinks they swallowed, as they vomit the concoctions they drank to forget the pain in the world. Dionysus understands and so he drinks more than anyone, if only to forget the suffering that has filled his immortal life.

Hestia mourns the numerous broken homes. She puts extra effort in protecting the scant few happy families left. So Hestia has created a home for those lost and abandoned, for she too knows how it feels to be cast out by the family who should have loved you unconditionally. She understands what it feels like to be adrift and homeless.

Apollo sits on a busy, crowded street, strumming his guitar and singing a song of loss and pain. He uses poetry and music to mourn the pain in the world. He berates himself constantly, because for every life he saves, ten more are extinguished. He has stopped visiting hospitals because he can’t help but feel his efforts are futile. He hasn’t seen his sister in years, and he misses her most at night, when he can see her beloved stars and moon.

Hermes slumps in a chair, exhausted from the horror gracing the human news. He decides he is no longer deserving of the title “messenger of the gods,” since he hasn’t delivered a message in centuries. Not when the gods no longer keep in touch. So he reverts to his favorite pastime: stealing. But what use is mortal money to a god?

Hera sits in the shadows of a bar and struggles to summon the dredges of the vindictive, jealous anger that used to come so easily to her when she saw her husband with another woman. Hera thinks that perhaps in this modern world, she would do better as the goddess of divorce. Because, really, how can she profess that marriage is the best gift the world has to offer when she can’t even keep her husband in her bed? When he doesn’t even bother pretending that he loves her? Yes, goddess of failed marriages has such a lovely, miserable ring to it.

Poseidon wanders the beach, picking up the scattered trash that poisons his domain. His tears mix with the salt water on his cheeks and he weeps for the suffering of his oceans. He feels the pollution like a phantom pain, and he scoffs at himself, full of loathing for the god of the sea who could not protect his oceans from mortals.

Hades lounges in his extravagant mansion, smiling at his lovely wife curled at his side. Blessed is he, for there will always be death, and mortals will always worship his riches. Of all his siblings, Hades, the scorned brother, cursed to rule the underworld, is the only one to still enjoy immortality.

Persephone is as beautiful as ever and she is happy with her loving husband who always joins her in her protests, right alongside her as she weeps for for the dying of this earth, as she cries herself to sleep at night when she thinks of all the loss of nature’s beauty and life. This world is suffering and she is the only one to hear its cries. They haunt her dreams.

Hecate flips the sign on the window to say closed. She longs for days gone by when people knew the truth. Magic is very real. Instead, she has to smile politely while customers come to her store to purchase items they know not how to use and religious men preach about how witchcraft is a sin, and she will burn in hell. Hecate does not care. She is as immortal as magic.

Cupid narrows his eyes with scorn every time he hears the word love fly from the lips of people who do not understand the meaning of the word. Though who is he to judge them when all his matchmaking attempts end in failure. Perhaps the mortals simple do not want him to decide who they love. Perhaps it is their turn to choose.

Athena prowls through college campuses, holding signs high in protect with the students around her. These fearless children are her people. She scoffs at the professors who are simply going through the motions, who fail to appreciate the brilliant minds all around them. She never fails to notice.

Ares picks his way across a battlefield and finds himself at the ruins of what used to be an elementary school. He no longer understands war, hasn’t for centuries. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless bloodshed. He sees nothing holy in this ruined world.

Aphrodite swallows the bile in her throat as she hears another rapist has been left free. She glares daggers at boys yelling obscene things at women. She’s long stopped romanticizing love. However, sometimes she sees a young girl handing over her baby to an older couple who tried for years, and she remembers what she once represented. Sometimes she sees Ares across the room of soldiers returning from the horrors of war, and as they embrace the loved ones they left behind, she smiles at him.

Artemis takes her role as protector of young women seriously. There’s a gun tucked into her waistband and a switchblade in her pocket. She can’t save them all, so she has also become an avenging goddess. She can be found in the streets or at battered women’s shelters, preparing for the next hunt.

The gods are dying. The gods wish they were dead. Is immortality a blessing or a curse?

—  The gods were always too human for their divinity (inspired by the writings of @crossroadsbela )

it feels so good to be kind. it’s the warm feeling you get when you tell someone that they look nice today, or that they did a good job, or that their voice sounds lovely, or that the cookies they baked were delicious, or how you always laugh at their jokes. it’s the warm feeling you get when they respond bashfully, or surprised, with that small smile and a thankfulness that shines in their eyes. it feels so good when someone is kind to you. when it feels like the effort you put into yourself is seen and acknowledged and appreciated. it feels so good when you’re able to make someone feel that wonderful. we should always try and encourage each other.

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

What is Attachment Disorder?

Attachment disorder is where a child or adult is unable to form normal healthy attachments. This is usually due to detrimental early life experiences - such as neglect, abuse, separation from their parents or primary caregivers (after six months of age and before three years of age), frequent change of caregivers, and lack of responsiveness from their caregivers.

Symptoms vary depending on age. In adults, they fall under one of two categories – either avoidant or anxious/ ambivalent personalities. These are summarized below.

1. Avoidant

· Intense anger and hostility

· Hypercritical of others

· Extremely sensitive to criticism, correction or blame

· Lacks empathy

· Sees others as untrustworthy and unreliable

· Either sees themselves as being unlovable or “too good” for others

· Relationships are experienced as either being too threatening or requiring too much effort

· Fear of closeness and intimacy

· Compulsive self-reliance

· Passive or uninvolved in relationships

· Find it hard to get along with co-workers and authority figures

· Prefers to work alone, or to be self employed

· May use work to avoid investing in relationships

2. Anxious/ Ambivalent

· Demonstrates compulsive caregiving

· Problems with establishing and maintaining appropriate boundaries

· Feels they give they give more than they get back

· Feels their efforts aren’t noticed or appreciated

· Idealizes people

· Expects their partner to repeatedly demonstrate their love, affection and commitment to them, and the relationship

· Emotionally over-invests in friendships and romantic relationships

· Are preoccupied with close relationships

· Overly dependent on their partner

· Believes that others are out to use them or to take advantage of them

· Fears rejection

· Is uncomfortable with anger

· Experiences a roller coaster of emotions – and often these are extremes of emotion

· Tends to be possessive and jealous; finds it hard to trust

· Believes they are essentially flawed, inadequate and unlovable.

The idea of Taako and Ren being close friends is just… so good. I love it so much. I love their friendship.

What Ren liked most about Taako’s show when she saw it wasn’t the grandstanding or the dramatic gestures and tricks. It was the genuine excitement about cooking that she could sense coming off of Taako with every smile and the delighted giggling she just barely caught when he successfully flipped the contents of a pan. It was the same way she felt about cooking, and magic, and she dreamed about making it look as effortless as he did. The way he talked onstage made it feel like the whole audience was in on the secret. Other people who put on shows sometimes felt untouchable; Taako felt like someone she could have a conversation with. That experience was part of why Ren felt like the school would be a good fit, because it felt like Taako was already teaching her then.

Ren is Taako’s best friend, but Lup loves her, too; she’s unofficially adopted by the twins as another sibling. Ren is invited to all of the family functions, even when it’s just supper at Taako or Lup’s house. She has a beautiful singing voice, and she sings accompaniment to Lup, Barry, and Kravitz while Taako listens quietly. Taako still teaches her things in the kitchen on quiet afternoons and she shares new recipes she’s found or come up with; Lup joins them a lot and it’s fun to watch the twins working together and around each other, but she never feels like she’s in the way. She always bounces a little when she spots Taako from a distance, and Taako always smiles when he sees her. When other people express jealousy that she’s so close to actual living heroes, she tells them about the time that Lup turned Taako’s hair green because he stole her skirt and the hour of her life she wasted coaxing him out of his room. A whole hour that she is never getting back, while Mr. Hero acted like an actual five-year-old. She keeps getting startled by Kravitz in his skeleton form - every time - and Kravitz always feels so bad about itLup likes to dress her up and buy her new clothes. Taako likes to flirt with every attractive person they come across on her behalf, and it’s mortifying.

She knows about Taako’s bad days, when he can’t remember things or doesn’t talk much or has to be reminded to eat. She knows how to calm Taako down when the smell of garlic or standing in front of a stove is still too much. Lup thanks Ren for being there when she can’t; Ren asks that, if Lup ever makes good on her promise to visit the prison, she’ll take Ren with her. Taako knows about Ren’s bad days, too. He knows how to talk to Ren like everything is normal until she feels real again, alive again. He knows how to sit with her on days when getting out of bed doesn’t feel like it’s worth the effort, nothing does, because isn’t it going to end again soon anyway? Somehow he always knows when she needs him there, and he shows up with something sweet and ridiculously unhealthy.

Ren will not take any of Taako’s shit. She doesn’t have Lup’s fire - her specialty is wind instead - and there has been more than one occasion where Taako has tried something, Ren didn’t like it, and Taako walked into his office/house/wherever to find a gale-force winds fucking everything up. They’re never fighting for long.

Ren is an optimist; Taako laughs sometimes when she gets particularly enthusiastic about an idea. They like to people-watch and make up stories about the lives of the people they see. Ren teaches Taako all of the mixed drinks she knows from the bar, and more than once they sample way too many in one night and end up passed out together on the couch. Ren calls Taako from her date and for once it’s not so he can come get her - she’s really sweet, and we like so many of the same things and - yeah, I should probably get back out there, huh? They publish a cookbook together and it’s a bestseller. Ren works too hard and Taako doesn’t work hard enough, but somehow they balance it out. They’re a good balance for each other in a lot of ways.

can i just say it kills me to see tony with peter right at the beginning of homecoming. i mean, the man has just experienced heavy shit in the last 48 hours and there he is, trying to be relaxed around peter, so that the kid feels comfortable. like, how much effort and self-control is it taking him not to immediately break down and just say fuck it all and leave? he just saw his parents being brutally murdered, he is physically fucked up, was abandoned by a friend, lost his team, his best friend can’t walk, he’s being pressured and blamed by the government, yet he still has the mind to crack jokes and take care of peter. he feels he has such a big responsibility on peter’s well-being, both physically and mentally, that he shoves all of his feelings aside for him and shows just how much he cares, and how important peter is to tony.

When you start loving yourself, three things happen. The first is that you fill yourself with so much [self] love, that it overflows and emanates from you. You are content and satisfied with yourself and no one can change that.
The second is that you are happy with YOURSELF. The race to look for someone, something disappears. Because you are full, you don’t preoccupy or search for someone or something to fill an empty emotional void. When you truly work and heal yourself and your past traumas, and love yourself truly and genuinely. All the extra falls away. You don’t worry yourself about what others are thinking and doing and saying, because you are focused on Y-O-U and growing in the most beautiful, spiritual and intrinsic ways.
The third is that the right people (and eventual spouse) will gravitate toward you. When you love yourself, it is obvious when someone else isn’t loving you the way you deserve. You stop accepting situations, actions, and people that are hurtful, toxic and that’s drain you. You see the importance in yourself and the respect and beauty that you hold within yourself. You don’t tolerate anything that disrespects, devalues, or disregards your feelings, time, love, presence and effort. You let everything go, and everything *truly* falls into place.

Pokemon XY
  • Games: People in red suits want to make the world beautiful or some shit idk
  • Manga: The XY arc is all about the ignorance of everyday people and how a lack of compassion and consideration when one encounters something that would derail them from their main goal can affect others. Paparazzi didn't take X's feelings into consideration and overwhelmed him. Team Flare's motive is nigh inarguable. Celeiosa mentions to Korrina that, despite all the chaos and devastation, people not directly affected are simply trying to go through their everyday lives, living as though trapped to their own fate, and she's absolutely right. Emma, who in this canon was an abused runaway, says that no matter how much she screamed for help, no one would help her. That's why her question of "Even if you defeat Team Flare, do you think they'll be kind to you?" is so polarizing to the protagonist, because she's absolutely right. She says she was okay with being turned into Essentia because, for once in her life, she felt like a human with her own free will and strength when the apathy of the city wouldn't let her truly live. Even at the very end, the people of Lumiose live as though they weren't all about to die, even calling those who saved them "dirty kids" who should be "taken care of." At the very end, the heroes decide to live their lives as usual, becoming just like everyone else, because if they didn't, they'd fall into the despair of feeling like their efforts were for nothing. This conclusion solidifies the morally gray theme of XY, a warning that the true evil of the world lies in apathy, but hyper-obsession is just as dangerous, and sometimes all we can do is keep moving forward.
  • Games: there is also french
Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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Dating Tom Holland Would Include: Jetlag

Originally posted by poptartcalum

-tom tackling you with mounds of kisses when you see him in heathrow airport for the first time in months

-jet lagged tom being awfully cuddly and sweet on the ride home

-you surprising tom with tessa and he somehow ends up teary eyed on the floor, with you snuggled up beside him, and he finally realises that this is what home feels like

-despite tom’s efforts to try and stay awake to tackle his jetlag, you refuse to let him do any work and decide to settle on visiting tesco to buy some snacks for a movie day is your best option

-walking to the shops hand in hand and talking about the smallest, most insignificant things that have been happening at work, while tom watches you with the widest grin plastered on his face 

-you both ending up sitting on the ground outside of the store for twenty minutes because its england and pissing down with rain and for some reason you both agreed on walking

-two minutes into watching the movie you can faintly hear the low hums of tom slumber as he cuddles up next to you, the rain pattering down on the roof

-as you fall asleep, for the first time in months with the love of your life by your side, you hear an i love you clearly being murmured into your ear