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anonymous asked:

Hey, I had some questions about your small gods. are they based on mythology, or a fantasy series or something? are they your own creations? is it a genuine spiritual practice for you? And could someone use the idea of "small gods" and their domains in a story?

They’re not based on any existing mythology or property. I mainly just like the concept in various cultures of small household gods, as well as deities being assigned very specific dominions.  I’m not the only person who has ever been interested in or come up with their own gods of little duties/concepts, so I don’t own that idea as a whole. It’s not a specific spiritual practice, though I think about the idea often enough that it might as well be. My recent solo show was me continuing to mull the idea over, and I’ve even got a YA graphic novel I’ve been fiddling with for… like a decade (omg I’m old) that is sort of about that. I should get back to that story soon… It’s been at least a year since I worked on it. Geez…

ANYWAY, I guess if you’re very directly inspired by my specific take on the concept, keep in mind all the basic stuff about giving credit, I guess? But if you’re inspired more generally by the idea that there could be minor deities, then go nuts! I’d love to know what direction your story takes!


ya lit meme: eight otps (3/8) — adam parrish & ronan lynch

once, when adam had still lived in the trailer park, he had been pushing the lawn mower around the scraggly side yard when he realized that it was raining a mile away. he could smell it, the earthy scent of rain on dirt, but also the electric, restless smell of ozone. and he could see it: a hazy gray sheet of water blocking his view of the mountains. he could track the line of rain travelling across the vast dry field towards him. it was heavy and dark, and he knew he would get drenched if he stayed outside. it was coming from so far away that he had plenty of time to put the mower away and get under cover. instead, though, he just stood there and watched it approach. even at the last minute, as he heard the rain pounding the grass flat, he just stood there. he closed his eyes and let the storm soak him.

that was this kiss.

they kissed again. adam felt it in more than his lips.


“Cassandra i respect you more than you could possibly imagine; i mean, i look up to you"”

 19.O4 for @cocouri


                                                                  Wishes are false.
                                                     Hope is true.
                                                               Hope makes its own magic.”


ya lit meme: seven friendships (2/7) — will herondale & jem carstairs

What I do know is that if we are born again, I will meet you in another life, and if there is a river, you will wait on the shores for me to come to you, so that we can cross together.