god's extension

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I give you happiness.  That is my power.  I let people experience my joy.  My captivity.  My suffering.  My separation.  And finally…despair!  Show me your fury.  This is the pain of being powerless.  Your loved ones being taken away before your very eyes!

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Goddess Freya

💕Freya is the goddess of love in Norse mythology, but she is also associated with sex, lust, beauty, sorcery, fertility, gold, war, and death. 

💕Freya (“Lady”) is one of the preeminent goddesses in Norse mythology.

💕She’s a member of the Vanir tribe of deities, but became an honorary member of the Aesir gods after the Aesir-Vanir War.

💕Freya is the daughter of Njord however her mother is unknown, but could be Nerthus. She has a twin brother named Freyr. Freya is married to the god Odr, but he somehow disappeared but it might be Odin. Her husband Odr in late Old Norse literature is certainly none other than Odin and accordingly Freya is ultimately identical with Odin’s wife Frigg. She has two children with Odr, their names are Hnoss and Gersemi.

💕Some of the weekdays in Norse mythology originate from some of the gods and goddesses, and Freya might be associated with the day friday, but there are conflicting sources so it could also be the goddess Frigg.

💕Freya is famous for her fondness of love, fertility, beauty, and fine material possessions because of these predilections she’s considered to be something of the “party girl” of the Aesir. In one of the Eddic poems for example, Loki accuses Freya (probably accurately) of having slept with all of the gods and elves including her brother.

💕She’s certainly a passionate seeker after pleasures and thrills, but she’s a lot more than only that. Freya is the archetype of the völva, a professional or semiprofessional practitioner of seidr the most organized form of Norse magick. It was she who first brought this art to the gods and by extension to humans as well.

💕Given her expertise in controlling and manipulating the desires, health, and prosperity of others she’s a being whose knowledge and power are almost without equal.

💕Freya presides over the afterlife realm Folkvangr. According to one Old Norse poem, she chooses half of the warriors slain in battle to dwell there.

💕Seidr is a form of pre-Christian Norse magick and shamanism concerned with discerning destiny and altering its course by re-weaving part of its web. This power could potentially be put to any use imaginable and examples that cover virtually the entire range of the human condition can be found in Old Norse literature.

💕In the Viking Age, the völva was an itinerant seeress and sorceress who traveled from town to town performing commissioned acts of seidr in exchange for lodging, food, and often other forms of compensation as well. Like other northern Eurasian shamans, her social status was highly ambiguous. She was by turns exalted, feared, longed for, propitiated, celebrated, and scorned.

💕Freya’s occupying this role amongst the gods is stated directly in the Ynglinga Saga, and indirect hints are dropped elsewhere in the Eddas and sagas. For example, in one tale we’re informed that Freya possesses falcon plumes that allow their bearer to shift his or her shape into that of a falcon.

💕While the late Old Norse literary sources that form the basis of our current knowledge of pre-Christian Germanic religion present Freya and Frigg as being at least nominally distinct goddesses, the similarities between them run deep. Their differences, however, are superficial and can be satisfactorily explained by consulting the history and evolution of the common Germanic goddess whom the Norse were in the process of splitting into Freya and Frigg sometime shortly before the conversion of Scandinavia and Iceland to Christianity (around the year 1000 CE).

💕Freya and Frigg are similarly accused of infidelity to their (apparently common) husband. Alongside the several mentions of Freya’s loose sexual practices can be placed the words of the medieval Danish historian Saxo Grammaticus, who relates that Frigg slept with a slave on at least one occasion. In Lokasenna and the Ynglinga Saga, Odin was once exiled from Asgard, leaving his brothers Vili and Ve in command. In addition to presiding over the realm, they also regularly slept with Frigg until Odin’s return. Many scholars have tried to differentiate between Freya and Frigg by asserting that the former is more promiscuous and less steadfast than the latter, but these tales suggest otherwise.

💕Her emblem is the necklace Brisingamen.

💕Hers is the magic of reading runes, trancing, and casting spells. She is said to have taught Seidr to Odin.

💕She owns a falcon cloak, takes dove form, rides in a chariot drawn by two cats, or rides a boar.

💕As leader of the Valkyries, she takes half those slain in battle and is traditionally associated with death and sexuality.

💕She weeps tears of gold, which become amber, called “Freya’s Tears”. A kenning for amber. When she could not find her husband Odr, Freya shed tears of gold. The tears that hit trees turned into amber.

💕Freya is incredibly beautiful and she has many admirers, not just among the gods and goddesses but also among the dwarves and giants. She loves jewelry and other fine materials and she has quite often used her beauty to get the jewelry she desires. A big passion for poems and loves to sit and listen to songs for many hours. 

💕Freya is living in Asgard (the home of the gods), the name of her house is Sessrumnir and it is located by the field Folkvangr which means “field of the host”, “people field”, or “army field”. It is a place where half of the people who die in a battle go for the afterlife, while Odin will receive the other half. Freya is always given the first choice among the brave warriors, after she had picked the ones she wanted, the rest were sent to Odin.

💕Freya loves to travel and she would sometimes take a ride in her chariot. She is often depicted riding her golden chariot through the skies, the chariot pulled by two large blue cats who were a gift from the Norse god Thor. She was also able to fly by using her cloak of falcon feathers, which she willingly loaned out to the other gods and goddesses in Asgard, when they needed to fly to one of the worlds in a hurry. Freya also has a boar named Hildisvini “battle swine” which she rides when she is not using her cat-drawn chariot. It is also said to be Freya’s human lover, ottar in disguise, and that is the reason why Loki consistently accuses her of being immoral by riding her lover in public.

💕Freya chastised Thor soundly one morning for awakening her from her beauty sleep with his boisterous and noisy preparations to “go fishing” for a sea dragon. While he was on the way to his fishing spot, Thor kept hearing lovely song-like noises that seemed to be lulling him to sleep. Stopping to investigate the source of the odd sounds, he found them coming from a nest of mewing blue kittens being tended by a tomcat. The sound that Thor had heard was the male cat singing to the kittens, “sleep, sleep, my dear little ones”. Thor suggested (in forceful terms) that the cat stop singing the lullaby and the cat sassed him back, suggesting that Thor had no idea how difficult it was for a single-parent male to rear his children and asking if he knew any women who would be willing to take them in. Immediately Freya came to mind and Thor agreed to take them to her. Like all cats, this one was not quick to show appreciation and added that being blue,  they were very unique cats and deserved an especially fine home. Thor took offense at the comment and thundered back at the cat who, not the least impressed, bared his claws and then turned into a bird and flew away. Kindly Freya was enchanted with Thor’s present and did the kittens honor by letting them accompany her on her daily rounds across the sky.

💕She was also called upon to comfort those who were dying, to ease their transition into Valhalla (“the otherworld”), serving as a guide and companion on the journey to Valhalla for many Viking heroes who had died nobly.

💕When Freya and the Valkyries rode forth on their missions, their armor caused the eerily beautiful flickering light that we know as the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights.

💕Freya and Odr were wed, but soon after their wedding Odr disappeared and all feared that he was dead, perhaps killed by the ruling deities for disobeying their orders. Freya was distraught and cried tears of gold, but refused to accept that he was dead. Putting on a magical cloak made of falcon feathers that allows the wearer to fly across vast distances very quickly, she rose into the sky and searched all over the earth for him.

💕Indeed, Odr had not died but had been banished and lost at sea. When Freya found him he had already degenerated into a sea monster. Hideous as he appeared, Freya stayed by his side and comforted him. When someone stumbled upon the sea monster and killed him, Freya was enraged and threatened to take her revenge for the slaying the most noble of the gods.  Fortunately it all worked out as Odr was admitted to Valhalla even though he had not died in battle, and was allowed to have conjugal visits from Freya so that the two were never separated by his death.

💕Usually depicted as a strawberry blonde with stunning blue eyes, none could resist her. To make matters even worse, she possessed apparel that made her irresistible to men. A magickal necklace reputedly made of amber and rubies that was called a “Brisings” or “Brisingamen”.

💕Freya had left it a bit late to leave her friend’s house to start home. The sun set, and it began to snow. Soon she was becoming disoriented and frost-bitten. Luckily she was found by four dwarves who rescued her and took her to their home. The dwarves were named “North, South, East, and West”. Freya volunteered to pay them for their hospitality and the four dwarves cheerfully agreed saying that they would like to be repaid by having her sleep with each of them for one night. Freya wasn’t at all interested and promptly declined. Until she saw the incredibly beautiful necklace that they had just made. She had to have it and offered to return after the storm and pay for it in gold. They may have been dwarves, but they weren’t stupid. They told her it was not for sale at any price, but countered with an offer that they would be delighted to simply give it to her if she were willing to pay their price for her room and board during the storm. When Freya returned home after the storm subsided, she was wearing the stunning “Necklace of Desire”, “Brisingamen”, or “The Necklace of the Brisings”.

💕The goddess Freya’s passions were abundant, vigorous, and unrestrained.  Clothed or not, she is usually shown in sensual poses.

💕Freya is associated with all female animals, especially domestic animals in heat or giving birth. She has several specific animal associations, as well, each of which illuminate some aspect of her power.

💕One of Freya’s titles is “Mare of the Vanir”, giving her a connection with horses and emphasizing her role as a fertility goddess.

god whispered to me in the depths of my despair
and she told me that i am loved.
she kissed my temple and gestured to the rainbow in the sky.
“you, my love, are my forever promise.”

You Again, But I Don’t Mind (ft. Kang Daniel)

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Title: You Again, But I Don’t Mind

Member: Kang Daniel (Wanna One)

Rating: 19+

Prompts: #1 Tonight, just the two of us [Energetic], #3 I wanna see you again [Never], #8 Uh, I don’t like those other guys next to you [Energetic]

Here you go Anon-nim! I’ve been having Daniel fever lately (I mean who doesn’t T.T) so I hope you don’t mind that I used Daniel for this one!

Hope you like it >.<

Originally posted by wooyoungbby

You’ve been trying to avoid him ever since the two of you hooked up by mistake that one night. You were too drunk and he was too hot. Well, he’s always been hot. But strangely enough, he’s been around you more often nowadays. You didn’t even know you guys were in the same faculty until he started to show up for philosophy classes.

At first you chose to ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder like the ice princess you were, but as time went by you got used to his presence. 

Unknowingly, you had started to look forward to his lazy morning ‘hello’s as he dropped his body to sit next to you in class. And him occasionally slipping a loose flyaway behind your ear when you’re taking note. You even found his cheesy pick up lines appealing. And that is a wonder.

Honestly, was there something between the two of you?

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Dean: Goes to sacrifice himself for the greater good, stops the darkness with nothing but his words and his humanity. Saves the universe from certain death, saves God and Darkness by extension. 

Show (via Crowley): But it took the power of God to stop the Darkness. 

Me: Are you nuts? What kind of retcon is that? What power? Chuck was dying, everything was dying, and Amara changed her mind only after listening to Dean. Dean influenced the primordial darkness into changing her very nature and in essence saved the entire creation. Why can’t you acknowledge Dean’s sacrifices and achievements for once, damn you. 

Haven’t been uploading stuff so I figured now would be a good time to throw some drawings up I kinda forgot I did. This on, I uploaded on DA but didn’t here, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt. A 20 minute doodle I did of Moana a couple of months ago. Such a lovely movie, it was! And of course, me being me, a little idea kinda popped up in my head that’s almost AU-ish. It’s one I think about from time to time when I’m being lazy or watching the movie again, but probably won’t do much with it in the future. But whatevs, here’s the idea anyway to those who might be curious:

Moana is mortally wounded in the final confrontation with Te-Ka before being able to return the goddess’ heart. To save her as a show of appreciation, the goddess performs the Hongi, in a literal form of Ha,“the breath of life”, and the spiral upon Te Fiti’s chest tattoos itself upon Moana’s skin and over her heart. By receiving the breath of the goddess to restore her life force, Moana is both figuratively and literally “God Touched”, and by extension, becomes a bit of a demigod herself.

Aaand yep. A little plot bunny, if all. Don’t be surprised if a few more random sketches and drawings pop up. C:

‘‘They shouldn’t be getting death threats but-’‘

No. you should have stopped after that. there’s no buts after that. nothing justifies sending artists death threats and hateful comments all over a damn DRAWING.

YES, you’re allowed to dislike a drawing.

YES, you can express your dislike and reasoning for it.

but when you go as far as being an asshole to the artist in question and wishing them ill will just because it wasn’t tailored to YOUR personal tastes is a big no no.

If you’re THIS personally bothered by some stranger on the internet’s art that you can VERY EASILY ignore, Go outside or something. Stop pretending that TEARING DOWN another fellow artist to the point of being backed into a corner is doing something good and righteous.

memento-amare  asked:

Could you do “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.” with Jason Todd? Good luck doll <3

Prompt: 31. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”

Thank you for all the help and support! I really hope you enjoy this! <3

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You paced back and forth in your apartment. Picking at your nails out of nervous habit. ‘Why were you so nervous?’ you may ask. Well the answer was the simple collection of three names: Jason Peter Todd.

The infamous Red Hood and leader of The Outlaws. He could be described as many thing. Handsome, cunning, witty, fearless. Well fearless unless it came to you. When you’re mad, you can strike the fear of God in anyone.

And right now you were a combination of pissed, nervous, and all out fear for him.

Three days ago was when The Outlaws were supposed to come home from a mission. However instead of receiving your boyfriend, you received the most cryptic message from Roy.

Reading:

“Won’t be back today. Something went wrong. Add three days.”

And that was it. Radio silence for three days. You’d gotten messages like this before, but you’d get updates through out the time extension.

God knows what happened to them or if they were alright! Jason could be dead, or dead again, for all you know. You were ready to call Bruce no matter how pissed off it would make Jason.

You were so nervous you had begun to seem sickly. Everyone asking if you were alright. Today your boss even sent you home early with pay because he was worried.

“Please be okay” You whispered, pacing feet still in their rhythm.

Glancing at the clock every-so-often. 12:50…. 12:51….. 12:52

Every passing minute feeling like hours as your anxiety increased.

It hit 1:00 and you were sick of standing there helpless. Grabbing your phone you scrolled through the contacts until you found Bruce’s number. Thumb hovering over the contact.

Just about to click the call button you heard the bedroom window slide open. Dropping the phone on the couch before running into the room. Your tense body relaxed upon seeing blue eyes and a white streak in otherwise raven black hair.

Jason’s eyes immediately shot to yours. He knew you were mad, how could you not be?

“[F/n] I’m so sorry” he walked toward with open arms. But you weren’t letting him off that easily.

“You’re sorry?! I thought you were dead Jason!” you yelled, infuriated. You hated his ‘sorry’s. He said it every time he came home late or when he knew you were mad.

“Three days Jason! Nothing other than a cryptic message telling me something went wrong. Do you know how badly that tore me up inside? I couldn’t work! I couldn’t sleep!“ emotions boiling over as the anxiety and nervousness depleted.

“Please, I’m sorry. Our position was compromised and we had to lay low before we could finish the mission. I wanted to contact you but we couldn’t risk the message being intercepted. I’m so so so sorry babe.” he pleaded keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“I’m an ass and you deserve to be mad in every way. I should’ve found a way to get a hold of you. I’m truly sorry [F/n].” His voice was genuine and he was terrified he had actually done it. Made you sick of him.

You could see the worry through his unfaltering gaze.

Emotion, Gentleness, Kind, Loving…. Words you’d use to describe him. Words you were seeing now.

Taking a deep breath and regretting the outburst, you encircled your arms around his waist,head buried in his chest.

“I’m not mad, I was just scared I lost you.” you confessed and his arms wrapped around you, feeling his nose nestle in your hair.

“I’m sorry I’m such an idiot” his grip tightening.

“You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot” smiling into his chest as the words got muffled by his shirt.

“I love you [F/n]” his tone was soft and delicate, something even rare to you.

“I love you too Jaybird” looking up to meet his blue eyes again. Smiling he leaned down placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

It was true… he may be an idiot, but at least he’s yours.

A Misunderstanding

Request: May I request a batfam story where the batsis reader is in between Tim and Damien age wise, and she’s lesbian and is like super freaked out about how her family react(like, having-an-anxiety-attack-just-thinking-about-it type of freaked) but they end up finding out somehow and are really chill about it? (Bonus points if someone makes a ‘at least you won’t get pregnant’ joke)

Pairings: Batsis!reader x batfam

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: vivid description of a panic attack, brief mention of homophobia

A/N: Yooooo, so I’m not exactly familiar with the comic books – my knowledge of DC is (currently) pretty limited to Arrow-verse. However, here’s what I cooked up with what I do know plus a bunch of research into the Batman Family. Which, oh my god, y’all it’s extensive, so not everyone is in here but I hope you enjoy! (Includes Barbara Gordon in her Oracle era because I personally love that particular storyline, despite its shady beginnings) – AJ

 


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Remember how long you’ve been putting this off, how many extensions the gods gave you, and you didn’t use them. At some point you have to recognize what world it is that you belong to; what power rules it and from what source you spring; that there is a limit to the time assigned you, and if you don’t use it to free yourself it will be gone and will never return.
—  Marcus Aurelius, Meditations: A New Translation (2:4)
We feel that our soul is separate from the body, that the spirit is separate from matter, and by extension that God is separate from the world. And as we have confronted and tried to reconcile ourselves to this material world we have come to identify ourselves as a kind of detached soul, and therefore we have come to feel that there is a problem with material existence. We believe that life is something that we must conquer, or something we must somehow get out of. But either way we feel distinct from it, and think of ourselves not as part of the nature material world, but as separate from it, dominating it, and trying to master it.
—  Alan Watts, What is Zen?

jfmesq  asked:

Jingle bells (and the happiest of Christmas to you dear!)

happy vikmas to you too! 💕


Chris comes by soon after that to pick them up from the airport. “Phichit’s flight is also supposed to get in at this time, so we’ll just wait a little for him,” he says, but no sooner have the words left his mouth does Yuuri hear a familiar shout. Moments later he’s almost bowled over by his best friend’s warmest bear hug, and a barrage of excitable squealing:

“Yuuri! It feels like forever since the last GPF! I’m so sorry I couldn’t go to Japan Nationals because of finals! How are you doing? How’s Viktor? How’s everything?

Yuuri laughs. “Phichit, take a breath,” he rebukes gently. 

“Breathing is for the weak,” declares Phichit, squeezing him almost impossibly tighter before letting go and grabbing him by the shoulders, sizing him up and down with the scrutiny of a mother hen. “Believe it or not, I’m still dosed up on five cups of coffee. I literally ran from Baker’s office to the airport – thank god for extensions, but also fuck my past self for procrastinating until the 22nd.”

Yuuri snorts. “We’ve all been there,” he says, patting his friend. Phichit groans, but then perks up at the sight of Christophe standing there, one hand hefting Viktor’s Louis Vuitton duffel bag. The Swiss skater waves, and Phichit quickly peels himself away from Yuuri to latch onto Chris, exclaiming something about all the things in Geneva that he wants to see before they head out to the Giacometti family chalet in the Alps. 

Viktor chuckles from next to Yuuri. “You know, Masumi recently was transferred back to Japan for something.”

“Masumi?” echoes Yuuri.

“Chris’s partner. Well, now ex, I guess,” says Viktor. “Chris knew because of me that long-distance doesn’t really work for him. So…”

“Oh.” Yuuri feels his ears heating up. “I don’t really keep track of that stuff,” he admits. 

Viktor taps his lips with one finger, his expression morphing into what Yuuri recognises as Viktor Nikiforov’s Nefarious Plotting Face no. 48. “How single is Phichit?” he asks, and Yuuri gapes at him. 

“You can’t possibly be thinking what I think you’re thinking,” he hisses. 

Viktor only winks in reply. 

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IronHawk (Three)

Welcome back to IronHawk!
This is a long chapter and ugh Tony is sad :( but everyone tries to be there for him. Also, poor Clint, and Banner is a good bro.

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“So doc, what’s the verdict? Can I go back on my pills yet?”

Tony sat in his doctor’s office, ankle crossed over knee, fingers tapping anxiously. The last few weeks had been… trying. It seemed like every day he became more sensitive to everything. Smells that never bothered him now made him sneeze. Certain fabrics irritated his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he slept more than an hour or two, because his bed felt big and empty and foreign.
And he was overly…aware. Of everything.

The way Natasha smelled of satisfaction and pride after a night with Pepper sent longing zinging through his body. The way the Witch’s hips moved as she tried to catch Bruce’s attention made him want to do the same to-NOPE don’t think that. Even the way the Captain couldn’t quite stop the red in his eyes after a battle made Tony ache for the presence of an Alpha.

And that was the whole issue. While on suppressants, everything had been muted, even if he hadn’t realized it. The dynamics between any couple, much less alpha/omega pairs had been something he couldn’t care less about. But now it was all he could think about.

And Clint had persisted in basically ignoring Tony. Their easy, teasing friendship from before had disappeared since Tony’s-let’s just call it an incident. Since the incident-  and it didn’t help that Tony was feeling like he was hard wired to Clint’s presence.

Every time the archer entered a room, Tony wanted to sit up, straighten his clothes, bare his neck. And Hawkeye had ignored it all. To the point where other people were starting to notice. Natasha had asked twice if everything was okay between them, and so had Steve. Hawkeye had simply shrugged and ignored the questions.

Tony wanted to cry every time.

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