anonymous asked:

Do you know what the heck is going on with Ma dying(cause you know she's Elluka) and yet still surviving to get busy with her son

pfft no

and I made sure, “Elluka” is definitely Ma in Kayo’s body and yet it’s intact after “Elluka’s” execution

//SPOILERS FOR ENVY (just in case)

my only guess (and it’s a stretch) is that since Kayo is equivalent to a contractor (being the daughter of a human and the Demon of Envy) and contractors can only be killed by other contractors/vessels of sin… Ma having Kayo’s original body would render her functionally immortal to any ordinary means of execution. But I have no idea how that’d work out at her actual execution.

TANGENT: Y’know until now, I always imagined the execution method as guillotine like during Story of Evil but we don’t even know how these witches were being killed? back during the Salem Witch Trials, they were hanged or stoned. But that was the 1600s, Evillious is largely late 1800s - (very) early 1900s by this time, so I’m thinking electric chair, hanging, or maybe firing squad. Either of which probably didn’t kill Ma if my theory is correct.

But there’s also the matter of her being regarded as dead. Was she executed privately? Publicly? Was a deal cut out for her by someone to walk free and was pronounced dead? If it was public, was someone else or a dummy killed in her place? I have a feeling we’ll be playing catch-up with Ma later in the MoN novel…

my mother tells me to buckle up, that i could die if we were in an accident. with little interest in dying, i do.
my mother tells me i’m her girl, that she would do anything for me. she says i’m her rock, her strength.
my mother starts drinking again. i discover my favorite bar food is a bag of nacho flavored combos, and a cherry coke. i become familiar with every bar in the area.
my mother tells me to bring her another beer. i comply with little resistance. i’m ten years old.
my mother drinks a thirty pack a day. she tells me i will never amount to anything. she tells me to kill myself if i’m unhappy. i try.
my mother tells me to kill myself if i really want to. i try again.
my mother tells me to buckle up, that i could die if we were in an accident. i don’t.

i. dionysus
you were chained down by red wine, every footstep laden with regret, heavy with the weight of the past. every night she spent bringing you another beer, another beer, another beer. but still you brought the glass, the can, the bottle, to your lips. it made you chaotic and dangerous but she held fast to the notion that you were still you. she was wrong, wasn’t she? god of myth, you ruined her. she trusted you.

ii. epimetheus
she believed in you when no one else would. she put you on a pedestal, equated you to a god. but you were only a titan, and the excuses that spilled from you were nothing more than wishful thinking. every promise to be better, to do better. be a better father, a better man. she believed in you because she wanted you to believe in her. you didn’t.

iii. achelois
they call you the one who washes away pain. when you took her hand, she was at peace. you saw her for who she was, and you never left. she was amidst a war with cronus, fighting against time to gain back what she had lost when her brother died. when she was sentenced to bear the burden of the world alone, you stood beside her, refusing to go. in the night, when her shoulders shake and her legs threaten to give out, when she convinces herself she will never breathe the same way again, you sit beside her. she takes a breath, and the next day she stands a little straighter. she never gave up, but only because you stayed.

iv. algea; lype, ania, achus
you three who bring pain to this world, this girl was born to trust you. she trusted in your grief, and your sorrow. she let herself be consumed in your anguish and in doing so she lost herself. she lost herself. i lost myself.

v. nyx
goddess of night, you stood at the very beginning of creation, her creation. she longed for the protection of your children, death, sleep, and darkness. you covered her in a blanket spun from galaxies and assured her that day would always return. i believed you. never once did you lie.

vi. apollo
oh god of music, of poetry and arts, god of knowledge. she knew you would come, and so you did. you let your majesty fall away, and in its place left a boy with a healing touch, a boy who didn’t need the sun to warm her heart. even when you couldn’t be together, she knew you would always be her home. you took the world upon your own shoulders, just so she could be happy for a day. god of music, every melody she hears is yours. god of poetry, every word is yours. oh god of knowledge, you have taught her more than she could ever hope to know. dearest apollo, you are the light of atlas’ life.

vii. aletheia
spirit of truth, spirit of sincerity, you inspire hope and life in the lives of those hurt by deceit. they say you alone live with the gods. no mortal could ever beguile you with untruths, because you understand more than they. you have hurt and healed, and hurt again. aletheia, keep her good faith from stumbling over falsehood. aletheia, keep her true. she needs you.

viii. aura
you are the dawn that wakes us all, the early morning air that clears our heads. you are the breeze that which carries away our suffering and leaves us to feel anew. you are the dawn that wakes her, that coaxes her from her slumber and entices her to let the sun melt the cold of the night from her bones. there are days where she will not open her eyes for fear of the day, but you are always there to take her hand and lead her forward.

- describing the people in my life as gods, titans, and spirits


There are myriad traditions of how Kali came into existence. One version relates when the warrior goddess Durga, having ten arms, each equipped with a weapon and who rode a lion or a tiger in battle, fought with Mahishasura (or Mahisa), the buffalo demon. Durga became so enraged that her anger burst from her forehead in the form of Kali.

Once born, the black goddess went wild and consumed all the demons she came across, stringing their heads on a chain which she wore around her neck. It seemed impossible to calm Kali’s bloody thrashings, which now extended to any wrongdoers, and both people and gods were at a loss what to do. Fortunately, supreme Shiva stopped Kali’s destructive rampage by lying down in her path, and when the goddess realized just who she was standing on, she finally calmed down. From this story is explained Kali’s association with battlegrounds and areas where cremations are performed.

In another version of the goddess’ birth, Kali appeared when Parvati shed her dark skin which then became Kali, hence one of her names is Kaushika (the Sheath), whilst Parvati is left as Gauri (the Fair One). This story emphasizes Kali’s black aura which is symbolic of eternal darkness and which has the potential to both destroy and to create.

In a third rendition, men and gods were being terrorized by Daruka who could only be killed by a woman, and Parvati was asked by the gods to deal with the troublesome demon. She responded by jumping down Shiva’s throat. This was because many years previously Shiva had swallowed halahala, the poison which had risen from the churning of the ocean during the creation and which had threatened to pollute the world. By combining with the poison still held in Shiva’s throat, Parvati was transformed into Kali. Leaping from Shiva’s throat in her new guise, Kali swiftly defeated Daruka and all was well with the world once more.

By K.Nagori

Związki, relacje i te inne takie

Nigdy nie można być pewnym trwałości relacji. Skłonię się nawet, że większość relacji nie opiera się na ludziach, ale na umowności i obietnicy. To przykre, ale tak właśnie jest. Nie widzisz świata poza swoim partnerem? To bardzo ładnie, szczególnie, gdy jesteś w zdrowej i bardzo silnej relacji i łączy was głęboka więź. Związek to ludzie, nie związek jako tulenie, całowanie, obdarowywanie. W tym wszystkim chodzi o człowieka. Nieważne jakiego, każdy jest wyjątkowy, a to sprawia, że każda relacja jest wyjątkowa i niepowtarzalna. To jest piękne, naprawdę bardzo piękne. Związek się kończy? To przykre, bolesne i złe. Tak się stało. Możesz tęsknić za swoim partnerem/partnerką, to normalne, ale nie sprawiaj, by Twoje życie stało się puste. Żyj dalej, tyle że sam. Pozwól się sobie zregenerować. Nawet jeśli ta osoba była niezwykła i ciężko tak nagle bez niej żyć, okej. Dlatego zaprzepaścisz swoje życie? Przez te wszystkie twory romantyzmu, miłość przybrała dziwną postać. Romantyczną, ale bezsensowną. Kochaj. Kochanie jest piękne, jest cudowne i jest ważne, ale nie pozwól by miłość odebrała wagę Twojego życia. Pozwól sobie żyć, wierz i walcz. Myśl o sobie. Jeśli jest ktoś, komu możesz poświęcić myśl, rób to. Jeśli masz kogoś, to żyj z nim. Nie ma miłości bez człowieka. Miłość nie ma postaci. Jeśli kochasz człowieka, to skup się na nim, nie na przyjemności płynącej z miłości. Niech przyjemność jest, to ważne i pomaga, ale to nie jest najważniejsze. Zadaj sobie pytanie: Bardziej tęsknisz za człowiekiem, którego straciłaś/eś czy za przyjemnością płynącą z uczucia? Kochaj świadomie, a wtedy strata będzie bolała mniej.