love Mythology. You know what I love most about Mythology?
Everyone just assumes Hades is a badass. Hades isn’t a badass. Hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog that looks like it can chew your head leg and arm off instantaneously - spot. He called his dog spot! (Not joking look it up,“Cerberus” is a Latinised version of the Greek Kerberos, from a Proto-Indo-European word *ḱerberos, meaning “spotted”. Literally I laughed myself senseless.) Hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow. Hades grows fruit, there is no sun in the underworld. Let’s be honest the guy probably double knots his laces and cries when there are no more ice cream tubs left in the freezer after a tough day of dealing with Zeus and Poseidon.
Persephone however, that so called frail little thing that he “kidnapped” ? Yeah, about that. She’s another case all together. When Hermes went to the Underworld he expected to find a scared little girl. Instead he found a thriving Queen. No like literally she would fight anyone who said anything bad or that hurt Hade’s feelings. She’d probably pet his head and constantly reassured him he was a fantastic King of the Underworld, and that he was totally scary and all that shit - while she glared at anyone who dared think differently, telling them to meet her in the pit. That girl didn’t want to be another Maiden in the field. She knew exactly what she was doing when she ate those seeds. She wanted a Kingdom, and that’s what she got.
If that isn’t life goals , then I don’t know what is.
This is a double-laced Barnevelder chick, a tween, pullet and the grown bird. I think this breed changes the most between their appearance at hatching and the mature bird of any breed we’ve had. Spent long hours trying to figure out what the heck the chick breed was, as they arrived in a bunch of “mystery chicks”
“Why are you/we whispering?” - Here's a prompt! I feel it's one you can use to sneak in two pairings if you wanted; one pair hiding and (accidentally?) spying on the other having a moment *snicker* I was thinking Ransom/Holster either way but I know you like Nursey/Dex as well! Go wild!
Justin’s coming down the stairs in search of a snack for the next leg of his o-chem study sesh, minding his own business and hoping there’s pie left over, when someone grabs his wrist and pulls him off his path to the kitchen.
He’s not surprised to see it’s Holster pressing him against the wall, hand wrapped around Justin’s wrist.
“Can I help you?” Justin says flatly.
“Shhh!” Holster half spits his reply as he ducks down to peer around the corner and into the kitchen.
Justin hopes his eyebrows manage to convey how unimpressed he is when Holster straightens back up. He doesn’t let Justin move from the wall so apparently the message is not received.
“Dex and Nursey are in there,” Holster whispers, jerking his chin towards the kitchen.
“Why are you whispering?” Justin asks and gets Holster’s hand over his mouth for his troubles.
Justin lets out a deep sigh through his nose; there’s probably no more pie if the Frogs are working there. He licks Holster’s hand and when he can move his upper body without the 200-odd pounds of d-man crushing it, he leans to look through the doorway to see for himself, twisting his spine awkwardly because Holster still has his hips pinned to the wall.
Nursey and Dex are sitting side by side, their books spread out over the kitchen table. There doesn’t seem to be any pie left on the counter, but he’s looking into the kitchen from a weird angle so he can’t say for certain. It’d be a normal every day scene in the Haus except for the distinct lack of fighting going on in the kitchen.
Holster’s smile is kinda creepy when Justin straightens up.
“There’s no pie, is there?” he asks in his regular speaking voice. Holster punches him in the chest, which fair, Justin’s purposefully missing the point in protest of the snack he’s not getting.
“They’re getting along!” Holster says, voice as quiet as Justin’s ever heard it. It’s weird. Holster looks into the kitchen again. “Rans, the Frogs are growing up and D-bonding!” He whisper-shouts that last bit, spitting slightly.
“Say it, don’t spray it bro.” Justin wipes his face on Holster’s t-shirt.
“I’m just so proud,” Holster continues, ignoring Justin to still whisper-shout in his face. “It feels like just yesterday they were arguing about double knotting their laces.”
Justin rolls his eyes. “They were arguing about that yesterday.”
“Yeah, but look at them now, all grown up and sharing the table.” Holster sighs dramatically. “D-men bonding is so special. Do you remember our Frog bonding?”
Justin shakes his head, thinking back to their first year on the team where he and Holster somehow managed to live out of each other’s pockets without actually living together. Their off-ice bonding included a lot of bowling and arguing about T.V. shows, but whatever it worked and made their on-ice bond that much stronger.
He succeeds in shoving Holster off him so get can go find the cookie dough he saw Bitty mixing earlier if there’s no pie, but freezes in the doorway before he makes it further than a step into the kitchen.
“We didn’t bond like that in our frog year Holtzy,” he says quietly, staring at the train wreck that is Dex and Nursey full on making out over their homework. They’re really going at it, not even stopping for breath when Holster forgets he’s using his inside-voice and asks, “What?”
He settles his chin on Justin’s shoulders to look past him into the kitchen. “Oh fuck, nope.” Holster laughs, his breath tickling Justin’s ear. “That was junior year bonding.” He grabs Justin’s hand again.
“You owe me a study snack,” Justin sighs, but lets himself be pulled out of the kitchen and up to the attic. He doesn’t want to deal with the fall out of either Frog noticing that their chosen spot for a moment isn’t so private anymore. Idiots.
“You wanna go to Annie’s?” Holster asks in a normal voice.
“Yeah, but text the Haus that there’s very important D-man bonding going on so they don’t get caught,” Justin says, nudging Holster out of the way so he can pack his backpack. He’s going to be productive even if the rest of the d-line isn’t.
“Are we gonna bond?” Holster wriggles his eyebrows suggestively. He laughs when Justin swings his backpack onto his back, narrowly avoiding slamming it into Holster’s gut.
“Never again if you don’t let me finish my notes.” Justin is only half serious with the threat. He turns to make Holster pack his own backpack so he’s not a complete distraction at the coffee shop.
“I’ll be good.” Holster grins, hooking his hands on the bottom of Justin’s backpack straps. He rubs his thumbs over the exposed skin where the the backpack has rucked up Justin’s shirt.
“You’re a such a liar,” Justin says. He pushes Holster away. “I’ll leave without you!”
Holster throws random books into his backpack as he replies, “You can’t D-bond without me Rans.”
Justin watches him pack a textbook that he’s pretty sure he hasn’t looked at since they first moved into the attic, and is really sure that he doesn’t want to d-bond with anyone else.
Holster’s answering kiss when Justin tells him so is worth the chirping he hears the entire way to Annie’s.
Lace hat vs. rose city rollers socks part 2… kind of hibernating now but at least all the complicated bits are over! Note to self: buy a set of circular needles just for knitting sock weight hats. This pattern is lovely but not particularly suited to dpns and I don’t like magic loop 🤷🏼♀️you know you’re a knitter when you have opinions on every detail, right? 😂😅
I seem to have irreparably screwed up my current knitting project, which is a very important and personal piece to me. It’s the sochi shawl (on ravalry for free) done in bisexual pride colors; I live in a very conservative area that doesn’t let me be as open as I wish about who i am, and i found the idea of wearing a subtle emblem of my identity, crafted by my own two hands, to be very comforting and validating. But I dropped a few stitches around a double center increase a few rows back and even though I tried to go back and fix it it’s really screwed up, and also one of the stitches seems to have dropped out of existence entirely. The sochi shawl pattern has lots of eyelets, double center decreases, and dropped stitches, so I have no idea how to frog it without screwing it up, and I’m not sure how to weave a lifeline through it. Its pretty far along and it would break my heart to start over from scratch. I don’t know many very experienced knitters, and the ones I do know can’t help me right now because I’m living away from home for a while.
Knitblr, you are my only hope right now. If anyone knows how to thread a lifeline through a complicated shawl or restitch a botched double center decrease, please send me a message and give me a few tips. Finishing this shawl is quite important to me.
John’s favorite shoes are the velcro kind; it’s not that he can’t tie them, but they’re less likely to come undone this way. At some point his feet are too big to attain any, and he keeps his laces double-knotted at all times, preferring to cram his foot into his shoe painfully over just untying/retying them.
Jade’s favorite shoes are boots; they have good traction, they’re tall enough that nothing gets inside, waterproof, and they look really cool. She likes the ones that lace really high, and when she wears trousers she likes them tucked into her boots. When in a skirt, she goes with combat boots so they don’t rub against her shins.
Rose’s favorite shoes are heels, ideally, but she doesn’t like to wear them initially because they hurt her feet. She sticks to vans at first, but eventually decides to tough it out and go with high heels. She gets used to them, and owns different styles for different outfits; she doesn’t wear them for the height, as there aren’t any shoes that will make her look tall next to Kanaya.
Dave’s favorite shoes are men’s dress shoes. He wears a lot of Converse as a kid, which he still does like later on, but he prefers the classier looking shoe over the trainers. He calls it ironic at first, dropping the modifier eventually and just pointing out that they look sweet. He has them in a few different styles, some that Rose says she likes a lot, and others which look far too “Texan” in her opinion.
Just A Bunch Of Movies That People Should See One Day
Alright so I went way overboard but when I set out to make a list of films people should check out I’m gonna take it a little to seriously. That being said here’s a shit ton of films that I think everyone should check out if they can. I’m definitely missing a lot but every single one of these is in order by year of release. So here it goes.
You bent down to your knees and straightened out your ten-year-old son’s clothing. You tucked his white shirt inside his khakis and zipped up his sweater. You took his shoe laces and double knotted each of them. You looked at your boy; his eyes were just like yours but his facial features a younger replica of his father. “You be good in school today, alright?” you sounded hopeful. The effects of divorced parents were definitely taking a toll on him.
He nodded, “Yes, mum.”
You put the straps of his Spider-Man backpack over his shoulders. “You’re going to your dad’s house tonight, are you excited?”
He just shrugged. His eyes were avoidant. Your son was tapping his feet, his hands fidgeting. He was getting antsy as you got him ready for school. “Is your sleeping bag packed?” you asked him. He nodded. “Good,” you smiled, “Daddy will pick you up after school. Have you memorized Mummy’s number?” He nodded again. “I want you to ring me if you need anything, okay?” You son nodded. “Take care your sister, okay?” Another nod. “Say ‘yes, Mummy,’” you instructed.