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Sensing the Gods

Zeus:
Touch: raindrops falling
Sight: flash of light through the rain
Scent: day after a rainstorm
Emotion: a slight startle when a large thunderbolt lights the sky
Hear: resounding crack of thunderbolts
Taste: the numbing surge of electricity when testing a battery

Hera:
Touch: the feeling of the wedding ring
Sight: the tears of love as a betrothed walks down the isle
Scent: the welcoming familiar smell of home
Emotion: love as grey as the hair time and passion has aged like wine
Hear: sound of child laughter
Taste: home cooked meal hot from the oven

Hades:
Touch: the cold pool of tears after a panic attack as sleep calms the suicidal
Sight: a funeral procession honouring the soul to the underworld’s gates
Scent: freshly dug earth in a cemetery
Emotion: peace after a loved one has passed
Hear: the quiet of a cemetery
Taste: salt of tears as a life is not taken

Hermes:
Touch: wind through a open car window
Sight: yellow lines and green lights ensuring a speedy travel
Scent: lingering smell of gas at a full station
Emotion: relief as a long awaited trip arrives
Hear: clinking of coins in a till
Taste: the dryness after a long walk along a gravel road

Demeter:
Touch: long dry grass crunching in the fall
Sight: auburn, reds and golds of Autumn
Scent: pumpkin spice and freshly mown grass
Emotion: solitude and a festival glow as December rolls around
Hear: a lawnmower’s growling as it works through tall grass
Taste: fresh fruits and the taste of nectar and milk

Aphrodite:
Touch: creamy texture of chocolate in your mouth
Sight: long distance partner smiling after being far away
Scent: lovers perfume/cologne
Emotion: heart pounding, misty eyed love as a smile comes from seeing a love in your arms
Hear: impassioned breaths of intimate moments
Taste: the passionate kisses between lovers forgetting time for a moment

Ares:
Touch: the long embrace of a soldier and child/love as they come home
Sight: half mast flag
Scent: soldier’s sweat after taking off his uniform from all day
Emotion: pride in your country
Hear: the resounding “Daddy!” of a coming home surprise
Taste: fresh food cooked after time away from your country

Hephaestus:
Touch: aching feet of a retail worker as they slump in a break room chair
Sight: the clock
Scent: burning embers of a fire, stale ash
Emotion: relief and excitement getting a job offer after searching relentlessly
Hear: clang of an anvil and sizzle of molten iron in a cooling bucket
Taste: cast iron cooked meals, fire cooked steak

Apollo:
Touch: the calluses on your fingertips after months of practice in guitar strings
Sight: beautiful works of art
Scent: lemonades on a day in summer
Emotion: shivering goosebumps as an emotion is struck hard with music
Hear: the sharp and clear melody of a freshly strung guitar
Taste: slight moment of metal and ink as a pen is drawn to your tongue

Artemis:
Touch: animal’s soft fur like water through your fingers
Sight: doe slowly walking out of a dense forest
Scent: a forest with rich leaves
Emotion: awe as a baby deer and mother wait patiently for your car to pass before crossing
Hear: twang of a arrow releasing from a bow string
Taste: cooling water after exploring in the woods

Athena:
Touch: stiff spine of a new book cracking open
Sight: a deserved verdict to a defendant
Scent: old pages/books
Emotion: peace inside a bookstore
Hear: hoot of a stirring owl in the evening
Taste: fingertips as they’re licked to turn a fresh page in a book

Persephone:
Touch: embrace of a love come home again
Sight: the first spring flower blooming
Scent: new morning dew in spring
Emotion: relief and glowing love as a partner smiles on a long awaited Skype call
Hear: buzz of bees in the summer
Taste: pomegranates

Poseidon:
Touch: tide bringing you in to shore again
Sight: crisp blue of the ocean at peace
Scent: the sour smell of a seafood section of a supermarket
Emotion: awe inspired by an image of the open sea
Hear: hooves thundering along a dirt path
Taste: salt of the sea as it slashes into a smile while swimming

Asclepius:
Touch: the padding comfort of a bandage on a healing wound
Sight: seeing a loved one feel well again after sickness
Scent: disinfectant
Emotion: the drowsiness of NyQuil as it lulls your symptoms away to sleep
Hear: fresh air after sickness has clogged your sinuses for weeks
Taste: the sweetness as a sigh of relief escapes your breath

Helios:
Touch: your cheeks stretching against your teeth as a yawn escaped into the sunrise
Sight: painted reds and oranges of a sunrise
Scent: morning dew in springtime at 6 am
Emotion: excitement for a day ahead, full of possibilities
Hear: the morning birds stirring in the early morning light
Taste: morning coffee next to an open-curtained window

Dionysus:
Touch: moments when you can feel comfortable with your body after dysphoria
Sight: the charcoal of a panther, eyes glowing in the night
Scent: draping aroma of a fertile vineyard
Emotion: Pride in being part of a LGBTQ community
Hear: chorus laughter of a raucous party
Taste: sweet tang of a well aged wine

7 Benefits of Change

1. It grows you as a person as you gain new insights and learn new lessons.

2. It keeps us adaptable and flexible which are beneficial traits in all areas of life.

3. It helps us to see life from a new perspective, and challenges old values and points of view.

4. It helps to makes you stronger as you have to leave behind what was previously familiar, and made you feel secure.

5. It opens up new doors of opportunity that you never would have walked through if you’d just stayed as you are.

6. It develop your resources and creativity as you have to learn new things, and to change your old routines.

7. It provides a new beginning where you turn a fresh clean page, and write on a fresh slate, and start to reinvent yourself.

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Her words were ink against my neck, “We could’ve been something magical. I’m sorry we weren’t”.

Her words were a crumpled up paper against my jaw, “I loved you. I loved you so fucking much”.

Her words were a story against my ear, “Thank you. Thank you for giving me our memories, and thank you for loving me without hesitancy or the demand for anything in return. It was always you. It always will be you”.

Her words were a book coming to an end against every inch of me. They left me with fires being put out beneath my flesh, then they picked up a new story from my bookshelf and opened it to a fresh page.

—  ARH // New Story: {One door closes, another opens}
7 Benefits of Change

1. It grows you as a person as you gain new insights and learn new lessons.

2. It keeps us adaptable and flexible which are beneficial traits in all areas of life.

3. It helps us to see life from a new perspective, and challenges old values and points of view.

4. It helps to makes you stronger as you have to leave behind what was previously familiar, and made you feel secure.

5. It opens up new doors of opportunity that you never would have walked through if you’d just stayed as you are.

6. It develop your resources and creativity as you have to learn new things, and to change your old routines.

7. It provides a new beginning where you turn a fresh clean page, and write on a fresh slate, and start to reinvent yourself.

From Afar {Part 2}

Originally posted by parkrpeters

part 1 

send your requests here! 

word count: 1224 

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: there’s so much fluff you might d.I.E

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to post guys!! i know a lot of you have been asking for it, so it picks up where part 1 left off! thank you SO MUCH to everyone who gave this fic some MAJOR love, it literally means everything to me!! 

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay @i-saved-me @theweirdowithablogo @skymoonandstardust @timemngmtoptimisationproblems @thumper-darling @holywinchesterness @leorai-lemony-lewa 


You tapped your pen restlessly against the open textbook in front of you, your foot bouncing nervously under the table. Were you too early? Was he going to think it was weird you got here early? You had only snagged the tiny table in the corner by the window just twenty minutes ago, checking your watch. You both agreed on three o’clock, and it was now 3:15.

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@strawhatjinbe

[If you´re not following my bro and not sending them your cute asks and love, there might be something wrong with you.]

1) Smile at strangers. Because the world is tough enough without holding back such a simple kindness.
And so what if they don’t smile back? A smile is a gift to both the giver and the receiver.

2) Exhale compliments like carbon dioxide. You’re carrying a mouth full of bandages if you’d only say something.

3) School is important. But not more important than your mental health.

4) Your goals are attainable. Everyone who ever did; first believed that they could. So believe. Every expert was once a novice. So practice.

5) Be honest.

6) Don’t take your friends for granted. Take them to the movies instead. Hold them tighter. Remember that it might be the last time.

7)Living is not about competing with everyone else. I know it feels like a race but the only record you need to beat is your own. Be better than you were yesterday.

8)Your success doesn’t mean another person’s failure. You won’t get happiness by taking it away from someone else.

9)You are worthy. You are good. You are loved. Don’t ever forget it. Write it down before breakfast. Sing it in the shower. Feel it in your bones like marrow; in your skin like pins and needles; in your heart like a first love.

10) The count down is silent but you’re still running out of time. Do the things you’ve been thinking about.

11) I know that fear of success can be even more paralysing than fear of failure. What if you achieve all your goals? What if your dreams really do come true? But you won’t find the answer by asking the question.

12) Things will not always work out how you hoped. Be flexible. When the hurricane comes remember that the tree that does not bend; will break.

13) Buy yourself flowers. You are all the reason you need.

14) Be kind to your body. Drink more water. Take a nap. Dance. Don’t just live; feel alive.

15) Applaud yourself. You did good. You’ll do better. The possibilities are endless.

16) Be patient. Most of the things that take time are worth waiting for.

17) You can change whenever you want to. This is your story. So turn to a fresh page. Write yourself over. Call it a plot twist. Don’t let anyone tell you how it ends.

—  17 things I need you to remember this year by Ceres @mentamorphisis
How do you measure a year?

Request: soulmate au- when you reach 18, you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Warnings: mild angst

Word count: 2,797 

A/N: welcome to day one of the @hamwriters writeathon (aka AU time)! I’m posting a fic a day this week (woah) and I am so excited pls come and scream with me. endless thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow for proofreading and being awesome ^-^

schedule for the rest of this week here

@pearltheartist, @whitestorm547

1783

You celebrated your eighteenth birthday in seventeen eighty three. Your parents, ageing together for twenty years, looked on fondly as you accepted their gift- new writing supplies and a diary.

“Write about your life,” your father suggested. He had fought in the revolutionary war alongside Washington himself, meeting your mother when he had returned from to New York to begin his life anew.

“Thank you,” you told him. Your best friend Theodosia had already found her soulmate and, despite you being born before her, she now looked older.

You carefully signed your name on the inside cover. The ink shone on the page and you decided you would write a letter to your soulmate each and every day until you met them.

2015

You pushed your way through the streets of New York, shivering in the cold. Having invested your money well over the last two hundred and thirty years, you didn’t have to work full time, and could afford to spend your time in coffee shops, writing.

You were on your two hundredth journal. You always carried your first one and your latest one with you- the beginning and the end of your life, you reasoned. You had written over eighty-five thousand letters to your soulmate.

And you had never met them.

A couple of times you had tried to find someone else- someone who had lost their soulmate or who hadn’t found them yet either, but it never worked. If they had known their soulmate, you could never be enough.

You slipped into your current favourite coffee shop- a two story independent shop that was a stones throw away from Broadway. You wondered idly if there was a new show you could go and see, and decided to head over to take a look later.

There was a new barista at the counter. Her hair a golden-brown that caught the light as she chatted animatedly to her coworkers. You slid into your favourite seat - a cushy armchair by the window - and pulled out your journal.

You opened it to a fresh page and pulled out a pen and a paperclip. You wrote the date above the lines and fished around in your jacket pocket for a moment before finding your ticket to an art exhibition you had been to. You clipped it to the page and started to write.

Dear Soulmate,

New York is so different now- so busy, so tall, and so alive. It’s no longer the city I grew up in, but I suppose the world moves on even if I don’t.

There was an exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about soulmates - I saved my ticket. They had photos of people with their soulmates, dressed in the clothing of the era they were born in. The kind of thing they might have worn on their eighteenth birthday.

Couples from all over the world - every nationality, every gender, every sexuality. Little placards letting you know how long they’d waited for each other. People born during World War One - a horrible time - meeting their soulmates today.

It gave me hope that I might still find you.

You closed your journal as the waitress brought over your coffee, setting it down with a smile. You thanked her.

Over two centuries you had met people who had waited for their soulmates for just as long as you had. Many of them had watched their families die, as you had, and struggled to keep faith. Every one of them had found their soulmates eventually and promised you it was worth it.

So you waited.

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It’s not the big things.
It’s not the twisted unattainable happiness that society had conjured up to make people slaves of their desires constantly comparing themselves to the person sitting next to them in the sub or the person they follow on social media that constantly reminds you what you lack in life, NO.

The thing that makes you happy is the little things. The things that go unnoticed everyday because you’re too busy trying to be happy according to the world’s standard. For some it’s the smell of coffee, the rain or the fresh pages of a book. It’s sleeping in a newly washed sheet. It’s waking up with the love of their life beside them. It’s taking Rover out for a walk or cuddling with your cat on a cold morning. It’s rewatching the whole Harry Potter enterprise or even Star wars, Game of thrones, House MD, How I met your mother, Friends or Sex and the city (the list goes on). It’s having a bowl of ice cream for breakfast. It’s exercising or staying in bed and resnoozing the alarm. It’s staying awake until dawn texting. It’s making out or making love. It’s catching up with a friend. It’s creating, loving, enjoying and appreciating. It’s being here and the now. It’s being still and seeing things happening for you. It’s You and how you affect the world and make it a better place by just existing.

So please do what makes you Happy.
There’s no other time than now.
Be nothing else but YOU.

I love YOU 😘😍

The Memory Remains

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jess, Mary, John, Bobby

Summary: Dean has a perfect life. What could go wrong?

Word Count: 2943

Warnings:  FLANGST.  You will be happy, you will be sad. I figure it must even out, right?

A/N:  This is for Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge.  My prompt was “Would you guys hurry up? I’m breaking like thirty major laws here,” from Sixteen Candles.  @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog I love you and I hope there is enough fluff here to counteract the angst.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Tags at the bottom.

Originally posted by thejabberwock

If only there could be an invention, that bottled a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. - Daphne Du Maurier

The Memory Remains

The shrill chirping of the alarm wakes Dean, the dream world hovering on the edges of his conscious, its tendrils still reaching out to the part of his mind that meets the waking world. His arm flails about wildly for a moment before he locates the snooze button. Just eight more minutes.

Rolling over, he searches for you, seeking the heat of your body. He always searches for you in his sleep. The scent of lilacs fills his nose, the comforting scent that is so very (Y/N). You are all twisted up in the covers but he works his way past the offending barriers to pull you close, his body curving to mold to yours. You sigh with contentment, nestling into him, soaking up his body heat. Dean enjoys the blissful haze of the early morning, drifting between being not fully awake but not quite asleep.

The dreaded alarm sounds again far too quickly and Dean carefully extracts himself from the tangle of your limbs.Rolling over, you push your hair out of your eyes and rub your eyes blearily.

“Want me to make you some coffee before you go?” you ask.

“No, baby, you get as much rest as you can while you still have the opportunity.” He leans over and kisses you gently on the forehead.  

“Love you,” you murmur contentedly before burrowing deep into the covers.

“You too.”

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|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

warnings: none

**Please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!**

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anonymous asked:

I don't think you understood that ask. People (at least the ones I follow) don't doubt harry's love for the band. They're annoyed that his team, his T E A M seems to be following the harry vs ot3 story. This is about what the media will say about this and not that we think harry hates the boys. It's the media and it's the perspective the gp will have with this

i understand that you’re saying this is harry’s team continuing to foster the image that harry himself has done everything he could to destroy. i’m saying he deleted EVERYTHING off his facebook. it’s not like he went on facebook and deleted their group photos or deleted everything during his time during one direction but only kept up dunkirk stuff or even anything like that. he literally just wiped it clean. that’s it??? and he’s never used facebook before for promo related items, and now his facebook is the only social media platform where they made an actual post about the snl performance - it seems like it’ll take a much larger emphasis in the future when it never has in the past (or at least for the past several years). why is it so wrong that they just wiped it clean?? it makes it easier to keep updated with the stuff that he’s doing right now. it looks better in this way, in my opinion, as the last post was what? from november 2015?? it keeps the page looking fresh for updates on his solo career, which he can certainly use that platform for, it doesn’t have correlation to him dissing the band or his team trying to imply that he dissed the band. at all.

if his team was fostering the harry v ot3 image, they wouldn’t have tweeted about the brits. harry’s social media presence is incredibly controlled right now - they could have not had him tweet his thanks or tweet his support to niall. he did. he talked about how much he loved the band in his am interview. and i’m sure in interviews to come, he’ll talk more about how much he loves the band. and i guarantee you the gp is not going on his facebook and thinking “hey why doesn’t he have any pictures of 1d” they are just going to assume that it’s been created for his solo endeavors. most fans didn’t even know he had a facebook because he so rarely use it. him wiping it clean to use for promotional purposes from here on out =/= fostering a harry v ot3 narrative

6 WAYS TO DESTRESS

We’re halfway through the year and school’s taking a toll on us (or is starting to, depending on where you live). We’re all striving to get all the A1s and A+s in our report books/slips to indicate that our effort wasn’t all for nothing. However, in the journey to pursue these As, we’ve still got to take care of our mental health and start to focus on taking care of ourselves for a while, instead of on our studies. I’ve seen masterposts where a lot of methods to destress have been repeated, therefore I’ve taken the effort to think of more unique ways. Here are some ways I’ve been coming up with for the past few weeks which we can relax and just take a break.

STEP ONE: YOUR FUTURE HOME

Get a piece of paper (any fancy paper or rough paper will do) and start drawing your future home. You could do a top view down, or one side of the paper for each room you’re going to have. Draw your furniture and layout out and label each furniture with its name (eg. sofa/desk/television) and state some details about it (eg. white leather sofa, three-seater) based on your aesthetic. 

+ Some time ago, I was talking about my aesthetic with my friend who shares a similar taste. We were talking about our future homes, about what colours our walls would be in, about what type and colour of furniture we would get, and it made us so happy, and that’s where I got this idea from! (btw we own another studyblr with another bunch of friends called @/sleepstudycryrepeat on Instagram!

STEP TWO: ARRANGING DESK

We’ve all gotten very familiar with our desk layout. Why not upgrade it a little bit more? Change up the way you arrange your items on your desk. Move that stack of post-it notes from the left of your desk to your right. Throw away last night’s crumpled-up paper and sweet wrappers you’ve left forgotten. I promise you’re going to feel so much better after clearing, cleaning, and rearranging your study area. Furthermore, it counts as something productive because you’re one step closer to cleaning your room like your mum told you to do.

STEP THREE: PINTEREST

Pinterest’s something I’ve been loving for quite a while now because it has tons of resources as well as motivating pictures of well-arranged study spaces. But who cares about studying when you’re trying to de-stress? Look up on other pictures that suit your aesthetic and pin them onto a fresh, new board based on your aesthetic. After you’re done pinning, scroll through the whole board and then proceed to melt into a puddle of happiness.

STEP FOUR: HOBBY

I see that you’ve not been picking up your TBR books for a while now. You haven’t been drawing like you’ve used to. Put those books in your hand down at this very moment, and give yourself a little love by doing the things that you loved to do and re-discover the reason why you loved them in the first place. If you’re trying out a new hobby, please do not, do not, do not fret about not being good at that hobby. Everyone has their firsts and they’re not so pretty either. To make you feel better, you can always request to see my before & after pictures when I first practised brush lettering/typography/calligraphy. However, make sure you don’t spend too much time on your hobby! (And it’s best if you make your hobby making notes)

STEP FIVE: BULLET JOURNAL

Whip out your bullet journal and look past the unchecked boxes. Turn to a fresh page, take your prettiest pen, and write “THINGS THAT I LOVE”. The rest’s pretty self-explanatory. But, you can always switch it to a different thing such as “THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY” and so on. Make it colourful if you want to, as well. Don’t focus too much on making it pretty though, it ruins the fun (but if that makes you happy, go ahead).

STEP SIX: BIOGRAPHY

If you didn’t like the previous step or want to take it up a notch, you can always start a biography of yourself. Write your name in a pretty font and a pretty colour, list down things about yourself (nicknames, date of birth, likes, dislikes, best friends, hobbies, basically anything).

+ I remember back in primary school, almost every girl had a notebook full of different people’s biographies. We would exchange our books with each other to write and read other people’s. And I also remember that I always bought uniball signo’s metallic and angel packs just for these biographies. In retrospect, it was silly and stupid (and an excessive waste of money) but the experience was worth having to reminisce on. 

And there you have it, my first ever masterpost and six fun ways which you can employ to destress and have fun. Enjoy your mental-health-is-priority days!

Love, Jerlyn x

A Ladybug Original

Written for @breeeliss​ as part of the @miraculousexchange​ Spring Exchange! Now that the authors have been revealed, I’ll go ahead and post this to my tumblr.

AO3 Link


“You want me to what?”

“You heard me,” Chloe snapped, tapping her foot impatiently as she stared Marinette down. “It’s in two months. That’s plenty of time.”

Marinette frowned, almost glaring back. “You want me to make a dress for you?”

“Yes,” Chloe answered as though the request was perfectly normal.

“Is this a joke?”

Chloe huffed and looked away. “No. Daddykins already offered to pay you.”

“Wait.” Marinette held up a hand. “Why would you ask me to design your dress?”

Chloe finally looked back at Marinette and sighed impatiently. “Well, you won that contest with Mr. Agreste, didn’t you? That must mean you’re good.”

“But, you could hire a professional. I don’t get it.” Marinette folded her arms over her chest. “Why come to me?”

“You’re my classmate. It’s convenient.”

“I don’t buy it,” Marinette answered, shaking her head.

“Plus, you’re an amateur, so Daddykins won’t have to pay you as much,” Chloe replied with a too-casual wave of her hand.

“You expect me to believe you care about saving money?” Marinette scoffed. “I heard you refused a picture frame because it was the wrong kind of gold.”

“I…” Chloe rolled her eyes and spat out the words like they were poison. “Fine. I happen to like some of your designs. Are you happy now?”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “You do?” It was certainly news to her, given how often Chloe teased her about her taste in clothes. “Since when?”

“Look, are you going to design something or not?”

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