• Hades: Imagine if someone handed you a box of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
  • Ares: Wow, my Childhood innocence.
  • Hephaestus: and my will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
  • Apollo: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
  • Athena: Mental stability, my old friend!
  • Hades: Kids, could you lighten up a little?

Athena : If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Ares : What if it bites me and it dies?

Hephaestus : That means you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Ares.

Hermes : What if it bites itself and I die?

Hecate : It’s voodoo.

Apollo : What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Artemis : That’s correlation, not causation.

Dionysus : What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Aphrodite : That’s kinky.

Hestia : Oh my god.


“The rose Dawn might have found them weeping still had not grey-eyed Athena slowed the night when night was most profound, and held the Dawn under the Ocean of the East. That glossy team, Firebright and Daybright, the Dawn’s horses that draw her heavenward for men- Athena stayed their harnessing.” 

A T H E N A 


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Her battle cry echoes across bloody fields in time to slashing steel. When she joins the ranks, blood streaming across her skin as easily as sweat, she leads the surge of army against army. Brave, the soldiers mutter as they spot her in armor, killing her way across the battlefield. Genius, they say when her battle prowess leads the army to devour her enemies whole. She holds worship in one hand and fear in the other, for all know that those who dare defy her will meet an unhappy end.

there are girls that have kindness in their bones instead of blood
whose smiles are lighting bolts in the middle of a rainstorm
whose words are sunsets after centuries of darkness

there are girls that have war in their souls
whose hands are tired from forming fists they have to hide
whose feet walk a thousand miles to hold signs and shatter the rules

there are girls that are wild, that are free
whose fingers are covered with dirt as they make flowers grow
whose bodies ache as they run through the moonlight forests

there are girls, all types, all shapes, all loves, all lives
and they belong wherever they chose to plant their feet
they belong with a gavel in hand, they belong with dresses swirling 
they belong with paint splattered faces, with trophies in display cases
they belong in the kitchen, they belong in the arena,

these are the girls who are armed with smiles and wit
these are girls who are holding onto each other
these are girls who have the universe telling them they can be anything
and these are the girls who take up space and make noise 
and they are made of fireproof and starlight as they take their thrones

—  These Girls are You, These Girls Are Me by Abby S