eternal win

apollo
he sits and waits in his lonely chair surrounded by his gold plated vinyls, his symbols of achievement. he waits for the call. something- anything- that could put excitement back into his life. the stories he’s told are stale and their significance has eroded from his memory. 

artemis
artemis pulls the string of her bow- the feeling all to familiar- ready to let loose the arrow trained on the poor animal in front of her. she sighs and lowers her weapon. what’s the point? where was the drive that pushed her so strongly? it certainly wasn’t here. not today. 

dionysus
another day another party. better practice that smile- it’s starting to appear worn and tired. another day another glass. he drinks himself into a hole in the dark and swears he’ll never emerge again. he used to drink to feel the spark of life, to amplify the laughter. now dionysus drinks to forget.

persephone
a dying poppy crunches beneath persephone’s feet. any other time she would have exclaimed in horror and bent to give it life once again. but now she turns and lends it her blank stare. life these days is only riddled with disease and worry. what’s the point? hades is all she has, and she will cling to him for eternity, letting the darkness win her over.

aphrodite
she doesn’t see the pleasure in love anymore. too many cheap endings, too many hearts broken. aphrodite doesn’t come out much anymore, people don’t like to be reminded that she exists. she used to be a reminder of happy days. now she’s a reminder of the emptiness left in the wake of those happy days. for one reason or another, love has left aphrodite’s touch.

athena
what’s the point in being wise? athena squanders her wisdom and trades it in for impulse. she is trying to to buy back lost time. time spent being ‘wise’, time spent 'discerning’. she wonders if maybe- just maybe- if she could go back and just make a split decision- then maybe she could change the events that unfolded. change what was. what had been. so the she trades rationality for rash behavior. a loss indeed.

the gods are washed up and alone, part I

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Day 3: Gaming/Watching a Movie

Hux finds Kylo’s determination to best him at Dejarik rather endearing. Not that he’d ever admit that aloud. 


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Easter

It’s easter at Hogwarts. Fred and George are both alive and kicking. They have decided that since Umbridge left, this might be a good moment to re-do their last year and cheer all the traumatized war-veterans up with some top quality pranks.

And maybe play matchmaker for a couple or two.

Maybe.


“Alright listen up ladies, gents and all who feel more comfy somewhere in between!” Fred’s eyes shot towards Alicia, who these days went by Al and they/them. “Today is the day!”

“The day you have all been waiting for!” Shouted George.

“The day of all days!” Added Lee Jordan.

“Yes, yes, yes. We heard it, now get to the point guys, I have to study.” Complained Ron, who got a loving look from Hermione in return.

“We will, brother dear. We will. Though I will add feeling up your girlfriend is not a part of the exam this year.” Answered Fred.

“Pity.” Said McLaggen. A comment that earned him a well aimed stinging hex from both Ron and Hermione.

“Today we will see who is the best student, the best seeker, the best lion badger eagle or snake this school has to offer!” A loud cheer went up among the attendants of each house. Every seventh and eighth year student was present on the grass in front of the entry hall, even the Slytherins. “Today we will see who has the power to overcome their past and their prejudice and look forward into a bright future!” Continued Fred.

“Lee, George and I have hidden seven easter eggs on the Hogwarts grounds. It is your job to find them.” Some Hufflepuffs immediately started to look around. The others knew better. There was more to it.

“But!” Shouted Lee over the sudden chatter. “Whoever finds an egg has to carry out the instruction inside.”

“And has to do so with their assigned partner!” No one really liked the cheeky grin that had appeared on the faces of the trio.

“When the instructions are followed to the letter, you will not just win eternal glory, but also a romantic date for two with your person of choice, provided by us!” Ron grabbed Hermione’s hand and grinned, but Harry’s mood sunk. A date… With who was he supposed to go on a date?

“And the pairings are…” Ron was paired with Hermione, Ginny with Luna and Seamus with Dean, but that was where the predictable picks ended. Neville was paired with Blaise and Lavender with Millicent. It wasn’t just Harry who got fidgety after the number of unassigned people shrunk.

“And last but not least, The Boy Who Lived and the boy who will probably be the death of him, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy!” Harry’s heart sank.

“Go now, easter bunnies! Search! Have fun!”

Harry locked eyes with Malfoy. Fun…

More likely it would be a funeral.


Read Dean and Seamus Here

Read Luna and Ginny Here

Read Harry and Draco here

Read the ending here

Read the night of Dean and Seamus here


This is part one of my easter themed drarry/linny/deamus fic…

Hope it doesn’t fail,

If you have any suggestions about what sort of assigments could be in the eggs you’re more than welcome to enlighten me with them, I’m sure you guys have a much better sense of humour than I do.

GIULS’ BLOG AWARDS!

Hey y’all! A little while ago @sarahmariepardy came up with the brilliant idea of hosting blog awards, so I decided to borrow her idea and hosting our own awards! There will be only one category: Blog of 2017 because i’m a lazy fuck but everyone can participate! There will be two rounds: the first one where everyone can apply and they will get a number. Once I have all the nominees, I will select 20 random numbers and the winner blogs will have access to the second round, which is the one where people can vote for you! The rules are simple:

  • Follow me
  • Reblog this post, so I know you want to participate and you will get a number (likes count as bookmark)

Writing blogs are preferred but I won’t say no if you have a different type of blog! What are you going to win? Well….. eternal glory? An accomplishment you can brag about with your friends? You can ask me if you have a particular request and I’ll see what I can do about it!

So, I hope that you dig the ideas and that many of you will participate. Remember it’s just a game, so don’t take it too hard if you don’t win. You have till November 6 to reblog & apply. After that date, I will pick 20 random numbers and announce the blogs that winned the first round. I will use a random number generator, so the first round is just pure luck!

Love, Giuls

philester  asked:

Make a phan fic involving dan and Phil and fidget spinners

anush u do not want to know where my mind went when i saw this.., here’s something a little uhgg more jesus than that

Harder by dangoghs
word count: 950
A/N: basically j dnp as fourteen yr old fbois except my word choice makes it sound kinda ;) dirty,, also sorry for the Lot of stereotyping but ive met plenty of ppl just like this and it doesn’t have any actual harm so
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Dan and Phil were sweating viciously in concentration. Their fingers were entwined around two identical fidget spinners. One red and one blue. Fire and water. Life and death. All was silent.
A crowd of friends were surrounding them, but they didn’t matter. It was only dan and phil and the spinners and the moment. Oh my god, it was glorious. They stared at each other from across the table passionately, two tigers in a duel of fatality. This was it.
The two top spinner masters in the whole eighth grade. Finally brought together for a face off. A battle to end all battles. Spinners of godly descent. God knows what was about to happen.
The rules were very clear. Their mutual bro, Bro McBro, gripping his snap-back in one hand which he had taken off in respect of the masters, recited they a last time. “Attention, spinner amateaurs and warriors from all across this realm. It is time for the duel we have been looking forward to for the past two hours because our attention span is very short and I forgot what I was looking forward to before that. I will now state the laws of fidget spinner warfare, although I am sure all of you know them by heart. But first, give it up for the MIGHTY LADY PLAYER AND BALLER, MASTER OF KIK, CALL OF DUTY WARFARE VETERAN, HOMEROOM 8F, DAAAAN HOWELLLL!!!!”
Dan stood up and displayed his masculinity by punching everyone in the chest while screeching “YAAAAAS!!!” His bros passed around the spinner, blessing it with kisses. He was pumped!
“And up against him, the WALKING ADIDAS MAGAZINE, ULTIMATE STREAK KEEPER AND HEART BREAKER, OWNING FIVE PAIRS OF THE SAME SHOES, PHIIIIILLLLL LEESSTERRERR!!!!”
Phil too punched all his bros in the stomach, a ritual of the bro code. He screamed, rivaling Dan’s ‘yas’ in annoyingness, “YEEEEEEEEEET!” while his loyal bros chanted “YA! YA! YA!”
McBro continued, quieting everyone down. “Okay. Firstly, no playin, because you get dishonor and all your streaks broken if you break these rules.” The spinner masters nodded in understanding. “You get thirty seconds to spin your weapons on this fine cafeteria table. Then, we wait. The wielder with the longest spin wins eternal respect and likes on his instagram photos.” The small bro-crowd reveled in the glory of the reward. “Understood?”
Dan and phil, consumed with energy, simply nodded again. They placed their snapbacks together on the side of the table, a sign of friendship. Their bond would not be broken by this duel. They stopped absentmindedly twisting the spinners in their palms and placed them on the table. Dan, red. Phil, blue. “Ready,” cried McBro. “Set!” “Go!”
Dan and phil spun their spinners so fast that the chants of their bros faded into the distance. Spin, spin, spin. “HARDER!” McBro shouted. “HAAAARDER!”
They kept spinning until the thirty seconds were up. It was time to wait.
Dan clenched his teeth and phil used his hand to remove a lock of his hair that was straying onto his sweaty forehead. SPIN! SPIN! SPIN! “YEEEEZ!” Dan squealed. He loved his spinner so much, he trusted it, he was infatuated with it, and it was not disappointing him. He was going to win!
But phil, he was thinking the same thing!! His blue spinner looked like a blue eye. It was spinning so fast that all the nuts and bolts of the trinket blurred together! “UNNHHHHHH!” Phil grunted. He was elated with pleasure.
The boys moaned in satisfaction, both delighted by how their respective spinners were going like lightning. “YES! YES! DONT STOP!” The bros cheered. This was something absolutely amazing!
Over a minute had passed and the spinners were still going strong. They were both groaning ferociously over the intensity of the competition. “FUCK!” Dan yelped, and parted his legs because fuckboys sit like that sometimes for no reason. His red spinner was fire, a volcanic bundle of everything dan lived for, he cheered for it so hard in those moments.
The bros were shouting, “UAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHHH!” They were overcome with how fast the spinners were going. But then finally, they were starting to slow down! The “UHGGAH” turned into an “OOOOAHAHAHHH!!!” Suspense built up urgently. Phil lusted for victory. His only lecheries, desires, libidos were about this duel. Dan wailed when his spinner began failing him. The agony! The pain! He parted his legs even more! He grinded his nails into the table, in hope Phil’s spinner would slow as well, but no such thing.
And then it was almost over… both spinners were at the pace of a waddle, but Phil’s was still faster. Sabotage was not an option, so dan just sat still and inwardly sighed. His heart was torn in half as his spinner finally came to a halt, after three minutes of overwhelming feelings. He had cried, he had laughed. But now, it was the end.
Phil was maniacally screaming. He had won! He was so joyful that tears were grinding into his cheekbones. He was the master of the eighth grade. The tiger, the dragon, the honor. He licked his fidget spinner, sending his bros into another wave of whoops. Then he climbed onto the lunch table with no mercy for dans misery, and beat his chest like a gorilla. Dans heart was also being hit by these blows, but it was okay. They were bros. No, they were more than bros. But that’s a tale for another day.