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On July 11, 1908, the heavily decomposed body of 19-year-old Hazel Drew was discovered floating face down in Teal’s Pond. She had a corset string knotted around her neck. Drew had been missing for four days. On July 7 of that year, Drew walked along a secluded place of Taborton Road, Sand Lake, New York. At around 7:30 p.m., she met Frank Smith and Rudolph Gundrum and engaged in conversation with them. What happened next is shrouded in mystery. An autopsy concluded that she had died of blunt force trauma to the head. Locals speculated that her death was accidental and that she had been struck by a car. Many suspects were questioned, among them Smith and Gundrum, but no one was ever charged with the murder of Drew and the case is still unsolved. The mystery surrounding Drew’s death recently made the news after the Twin Peaks series made it’s comeback. Co-creator Mark Frost revealed in 2013 that the inspiration for the character Laura Palmer is partially based on Hazel Drew. Frost stated: “I’d heard stories about [Hazel] all through my growing up, because she’s supposedly haunted this area of the lake, so that’s kind of where Laura came from.

What each zodiac reminds me of:

Aries: random sparks of energy, doodling at night, warm coffee, martial arts, meaningful hugs.

Taurus: laughing so bad you can’t breathe, sentimental conversations, pumpkin muffins, music played loud, family reunions.

Gemini: Wikipedia searches, cute faces, extravagant places, house parties, understanding smiles.

Cancer: pancakes, shy appearance, libraries, fantasy books, seashells with pearls

Leo: fashion walks, old memories, stability, black and white photographs, genuine expressions.

Virgo: newly bought books, home interiors, accepting yourself, strange calming songs, owls and trees.

Libra: marmalade, yellow sunrises, free horses, kind gestures, freshly painted walls.

Scorpio: sitting beside a window at night, passionate and intense conversations, surprise gifts, gentle cuddles, smirking.

Sagittarius: hiking, curiosity, rock/alternative music, sculptures, history textbooks.

Capricorn: writing a journal, family dinners, watching your favourite series, silent communication, flowery fields.

Aquarius: clouds on a nice day, sparkling eyes, goofy jokes, debates, extreme sports/skydiving.

Pisces: group projects, foreign languages, humanitarian works, poetry, when your pet(s) sleep beside you.

anonymous asked:

Your stories about mythology are absolutely stunning. Please, could you write something about Hades? I'd be delighted because I love reading the stories

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Hades rubs at his temples. As a nearly all-powerful being, he should be immune to headaches, yet he finds himself in constant suffering. If Hermes were not so irritating he would entrench him for a cure, but dealing with his nephew always causes more pain than it relieves.

“I did not know she was a goddess,” a light voice says, petulant and apologetic at once, “I would not have tried to kill her if I had known.”

He looks down. The river child-goddess Styx stares up at him, big liquid eyes and trembling bottom lip. “I’m not mad at you,” he says, “You did just as you should.”

“I know,” she says imperiously, but he does not miss the way the child’s shoulders droop. She inches closer and fists her hands in his robes, “She’s pretty.”

Kore lies in his bed, curled under his sheets and sleeping soundly. He’d rinsed her in a waterfall that flows from the edge of the earth into his domain, cleansing her off the corrosive water of the Styx. Her skin is as dark as the richest earth, and her hair has been bleached white by the river. Her light snoring breaths make him smile, and he admits, “She is that.”

Styx tugs at him, biting her lip. He does not have the time to indulge her, but she still believes that he’s cross with her. He bends enough so that her arms can encircle his neck and he lifts her, easily balancing the small child on his hip. “Accompany me as I patrol the edge of realm. She should not have been able to get to the underworld in the first place.”

She rests her head on his shoulder and tucks her thumb in her mouth. It’s a good thing he doesn’t take much stock in dignity. “If I must.”

“You must,” he commands, smiling since she cannot see him.

She falls asleep by the time he’s halfway through. “Hecate,” he sighs.

“Poor thing,” the disembodied voice of the goddess of magic and other inexplicable things coos. She slips out of the darkness and pulls Styx from Hades’s hip into her arms. “She was so worried that you would be upset with her that she tired herself out.”

“Why would I be upset with her,” Hades asks, “when it is you who eroded the barrier so an insane goddess could pass through?”

Hecate grins, wicked and unapologetic. “Demeter’s daughter is beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Demeter’s daughter,” he repeats, lead pooling in his stomach, “I must return her before my sister kills me.”

“Don’t be silly,” Hecate scolds, shifting the still-asleep Styx to a more comfortable position in her arms. “The girl came to you for sanctuary, how can you deny her? You’ve never claimed cruelty as a trait before. Best not to start now.”

Hades scowls, “Perhaps you should stop meddling in affairs that don’t concern you, before I expel you from my realm and leave you to my brothers’ tender mercy.”

Hecate’s grin softens, and she goes on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “You’ve never claimed cruelty as a trait before now, Lord Hades. Best not to start now.”

She fades back into the shadows. Hades forces a frown onto his face in case she’s still watching, but he knows he’s not fooling anyone, least of all himself.


The fabric of reality dividing his realm from the mortal one is worn thin where Hecate meddled. Hades could repair it on his own, but it’s hardly his specialty. “Sister,” he says, pitching his voice just right so it will reach the ears it’s intended for, “if you’re not too busy, I could use some assistance.”

There’s a pressure in the air besides him, and he holds out his hand, pushing through the layers of his own magic and grabbing her hand to guide her from Olympus to his side.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” his grey-eyed sister says, “so warm and welcoming.”

Hestia’s fire burns happily within his domain, but hall torches and bioluminescent rock can only get him so fair. In the center, where his palace resides and homes and people unfurl around him like a rose, the fire is enough; it is soft and steady in his cities.

But here, at the neglected and empty edges of his realm, it’s gloomy at best.

“You still do not allow Apollo to fly his chariot through your realm?” Athena doesn’t ask him why he’s called, a loom appearing in front of her as she pulls his robe from his back with brisk, impersonal movements.

“Apollo would not fly through my realm even if I personally invited him, and so we remain without sun. We do well enough.” He only wears a knee-length chiton, and sits on the ground next to the loom. Athena relaxes, the changes so subtle that he doubts few would notice them. She doesn’t like people looking down at her, and Hades stands at least a head above her even when he slouches. Sitting is easier. “I liked that robe.”

She’s already half unraveled it, the thread white even though his robe was black. “I know. It’s soaked in your magic, in your aura, in your scent. It is exactly what is needed to repair the fabric of your realm, Hades.” She weaves faster than is possible for any human. Already he can see the block of glittering white fabric beginning to take shape. “You should punish Hecate severely for her transgressions.”

He doesn’t bother to hide his grin from her. Athena knows the flavor of all their magic, and it doesn’t surprise him that she knew this was the other goddess’s work. “She had fine intentions, I’m sure.”

Athena scoffs, pressing the loom down and up so even more inches of fabric are revealed. “She’s arrogant and meddling and more trouble than she’s worth. She’s already crossed Zeus and Poseidon, and one day your goodwill will run out and she’ll have no one left to turn to.”

“Perhaps,” he says, resting his chin on his hand. “Many of the magical wards around my home are her design, you know. Tricky, dark magic is her specialty.”

“Which is why she was able to create a weak spot,” she snaps, “You should be more careful.”

Hades likes Hecate. Once she spent a whole week arranging thousands of frozen fireflies like constellations high in the air above them so that the residents of the underworld could pretend they were under a mortal sky. She may capable of terrible things, but so is he. “I will, sister.”

Athena glares at him like she can tell he’s lying her to her. “Here,” she says, handing him the improbably large piece of cloth, “you must do the next part on your own. I can do no more for you.”

“You’ve done more than enough,” he praises, and neatly cuts a doorway for her to leave though. “Thank you, Pallas Athena.”

Her steel grey eyes appear to soften, but it’s hard to tell when he can barely see her in the weak light. “Be careful, Hades. I mean it.”

She leaves before he can respond, which is likely for the best sine he isn’t sure what he would say. He begins the painstaking process of stitching the cloth into the fabric separating his world from the mortal’s. Each stitch must be tiny and perfect, and sewing is not among his strengths. It will take him the rest of the night to complete it.


He’s just sewing the last stitch when there’s a whisper of wings and a presence besides him. There is a single god who can enter his realm without his permission. “Hermes,” he greets, already resigned to his headache. “Do you have a message for me?”

“Demeter is on the war path,” he says. “She demands her daughter’s return.”

Hades steps back to admire his handiwork. Hardly pretty, but functional. “As always, if Demeter wishes to speak to me she’s more than welcome to step into my realm and do so.”

“She’s powerless in your domain,” Hermes says, crossing his arms, “She will never expose herself that way. She won’t come.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do for her,” he answers, beginning his walk back to his palace.

Hermes falls in place besides him. “She’s a dangerous enemy to have, Uncle.”

“Don’t I know it,” he grumbles, “Every time she’s cross with me another city starves, and I have rush of new people who must cross my river and enter my realm.”

“Kore does not belong here,” he argues, “Let Demeter take her back.”

Hades dares not ask why Hermes cares so much about this when for everything else he cares so little. He doubts he’d like the answer. “Kore crossed the Styx,” he says, and curses Hecate for putting thoughts into his head. He should just send Kore back to her mother, but Hecate is right. Anyone desperate enough to come to him for protection is someone too desperate for him to turn away. “She may stay as long as she likes.”

Hermes stares at him. His eyes are dark like Hades’s own, but so startlingly different in every other way. “You will regret standing against her,” he warns one final time before flying into the air and out of his realm.

Hades rubs at the bridge of his nose. He can feel the headache coming on.

gods and monsters series part viiii

Seattle Is Full of Cryptids

So I’ve been writing some trashy vampire fiction as stress-relief during finals, and it accidentally turned into a major world-building exercise and potential Novella and???  I dunno but I want to share some thoughts.

First, some universe specific things:

  • Vampire cannot “turn” Others without significant effort and/or a specific ritual.  being a bitten by a vamp is no more going to make you one or it;s thrall than being bitten by a st. Bernard is.
  • Monsters and Cryptids explicitly exist, but most of the world’s governments deny that they do for… reasons.  That I will get into later but probably have to do with tax law.
  • The two main characters so far are Marion “Red Charlie” Charleston, a vampire turned back in 1890 who made his fortune during the prohibiton era doing aggravated bootlegging for Roy Olmstead, and Alex (Alexander Byron Chesterson Jr.) who is more or less Marion’s live-in tech sspport/tax shelter.

OK, so onto the worldbuilding

  • Seattle is like, THE city to live in, if you want to be an Urban Cryptid
  • If you’re a vamp, the weather means you can go outside during daytime fairly often, or emerge dramatically from the fog p much whenever.
  • Not to mention a a high population of Vegans, which probably taste much less bitter due to the lack of dairy.
  • If you’re a were-whatever, it’s literally a half-hour drive/ferry ride to some of the densest, most isolated forest in the US so you can go bananas during your shift.
  • Aquatic or ocean based cryptid? PUGET SOUND IS RIGHT THERE.  Just stay away from the Orcas, they’ll fuck you up.
  • Bigfoots are the locals that complain about urbanization while getting fancy-ass coffee and exchange beard-grooming tips with the local hipsters.
  • There is Werewolf/vampires-that-prefer-to-shift-into-wolves/Vamps-that-prefer-to-shift-into-bats/Werebat Discourse and it is INTENSE
  • There are Kelpies, but mostly out in the san juans and rich neighborhoods where people are less suspicious and better marbled.   Most of the time though, they get into dumpsters and more than one Marion has run out of the house with a slipper at 2AM to keep them from knocking the garbage cans over.
  • cryptid-only bars warded against humans, not out of safety concerns, but OH GOD HIPSTERS ARE SO ANNOYING.
  • Forks is like, 2 hours away and everyone int he community HAAAAATES the twilight series- less about the interpretation of vampirism and were-persons, but OH GOD THAT’S NOT HOW RELATIONSHIPS WORK.
  • DO NOT  get them started on 50 shades, which takes place in seattle proper.
  • Mothman has SO. MANY. BRIDGES. TO. HAUNT.  and a part-time job as a cook at  Dick’s Drive-In.  She makes the best milkshakes.
Reasons Why I Miss Carmilla

- Natasha’s & Elise’s amazing chemistry
- The charm 
- Literally the only thing that got me through college
- The Story
- How they didn’t make it being gay a big deal
- Carmilla & how love she is with Laura
- It’s how me & my girlfriend started talking… bless the show 
- The amount of friends (internet and in person) I have made through the show
- It is and always will be the little show that could

What it’s Like to be...

Hello tumblr! I have a very special announcement that I would like EVERYONE to read: I’m doing a “What it’s Like to be [gender/sexuality]” series and I want everyone to participate! My main goal is to inform everyone about all of the different genders/sexualities, and help those who are questioning. Each gender/sexuality will have its own post which will consist of submissions by you! Each post will have the flag, definition, myths/misconceptions, tips/tricks, and your experiences and thoughts!

Here’s how it works:

  • If you are a member of the LGBT+ community, send me a message or ask telling me all about what it’s like being your gender/sexuality. Everyone can submit! You don’t need to be following me, and you can submit for multiple genders/sexualities. You can submit on or off anon, one point or 500 points. You can submit even if you think it’s already been done, you think it’s an obvious point, or if you’re closeted.
  • Send me a message/ask listing your experiences, jokes, tips, myths, definitions, symbols, and more related to your gender/sexuality. There is no limit for submissions!
  • Send everything in by Friday, July 28, 2017. The reason it’s that far in the future is because I want time for a lot of people to submit. At the moment I don’t have a lot of followers, so I allowed myself some time for word to spread and submissions to start coming in. I will start posting on Saturday, July 29, and will continue until I have posted all the submissions.
  • Unless otherwise requested, submissions that are off anon will be tagged in their contributions as a thank you. You can ask to be tagged as well if you don’t submit, but I really hope you do because this can help a lot of people out there to get information.
  • If you remember something or want to add something after a post has already been posted feel free to comment/reblog anything we’ve missed! Please do not change anything if you do, but you can add to it.
  • Remember that each experience is different for everyone. That’s why I want so many people involved. When reading these posts, if you disagree with a point please do not hate on me or the person who submitted it.
  • Each post will be tagged as [ #what it’s like to be ] along with the gender/sexuality of the post and any other relevant tags.
  • Here is an example of what a post might look like:

What it’s like to be [gender/sexuality]

{Picture of flag}

What is [gender/sexuality]?

[gender/sexuality] means…

Myths and Misconceptions:

People often think or confuse us for…

What is it like to be [gender/sexuality]?

Your experiences, stories, jokes, symbols,  and more.

Tips and Tricks for being [gender/sexuality]

How to pass, where to look for good clothing, how to explain your gender/sexuality, showing pride while in the closet etc.

Contributions by:

Tag list of people who contributed off anon

Additional Tag list:

Anyone who wanted to be tagged that didn’t contribute, just shoot me an ask or a message and I’ll add you to the tag list!

I highly encourage EVERYONE who can submit to do so, and if you can’t please signal boost this! I hope this will be a huge success and will inform a lot of people about the LGBT+ community.

  • M/MA/R/18 Rated Franchise Fanbase: generally gets along pretty decently, minimal shipping wars, teenagers into it are either edgy idiots that get mocked into oblivion or are surprisingly funny and mature. Jokes casually and memes about horrifying events in story. Generally friendly with the original creators/actors/artists. Closely examines and philosophizes about the themes. The weird, disturbing, transgressive and taboo porn is casually passed around and consumed with minimal drama. Make a mixture of mature, dark and silly fanfic. Generally a relaxed community.
  • Children's Series/Broadly All Ages Fanbases: bake needles into cookies given to fanartists, harass creators and actors when they do the wrong ship. Sexually harasses actors and cosplayers. Obsessive policing of even the most vanilla porn. Fanfic is frequently edgy to a self parodying degree. Discourse over EVERYTHING. FICTION IS REALITY. Rancorous screaming about the themes. Teenagers are all horrible, adults are even worse. A tense environment where nobody wants to speak openly lest they incur the wrath of the Big Fans.

gotta have music on while cleaning

I put this up on redbubble - available as t-shirts/stickers if anyone’s interested!!