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If you shout FIYEROOOOOO as long and loud as you can, you’ll get the full effect. The movement isn’t perfect yet, but I’m very happy with this first draft!

I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.

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Call out post for Travis Willingham: so supportive???

positivity blog’s non-rates! .:。✿*゚

ok so, if anybody is wondering wtf is this, this isn’t a blograte! 

lately i’ve witnessed lots of blogrates, so i wanted to do something that doesn’t give rates, just promos and positivity, because it’s your blog and it’s cool the way you like it :)

rules:

  • you don’t have to follow me
  • reblog this post just so more people can see it
  • if you want to ask on anon, just send me an url!
  • send me an ask saying everything you want to say
  • no rules

format:

no format, no rates; i’ll just say something beautiful i sincerely think about you and your blog 。◕‿◕。  

fin

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my favorite whouffaldi moments

This is a love letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I wish I could see how stunningly beautiful you are today. I wish to see you somewhere in an unexpected time. When we’re both slowly walking and treasuring each and everything that surrounds us. I wish to hear how wonderful your day was and what makes it even more special. I wish you can tell me all the things that bother your mind.

This is an apologetic letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I’m sorry I couldn’t go there and give you a tight hug and tell you that everything is going to be alright. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to block your way and smile at you and make the corniest joke that’ll make your stomach ache from laughter. I’m sorry if my words can’t lessen the pain you’re feeling right now. I’m sorry that some people doesn’t feel sorry at all—for the bad things that they have done to you. I’m sorry if there were no stars and moon tonight. I’m sorry if life is hard and the world seems to suffocate you.

This is a gratitude letter for someone who don’t know me at all. Thank you for being there when no one else seems to pay attention at everything I wrote. Thank you for listening to each and every little words I say. Thank you for not giving up on life and for doing everything you can just to reach all of your dreams. Thank you for saying “hi” and “hello”. Thank you for asking me if everything’s fine and if life’s kind to me. Thank you for breathing and existing in this world. I just wanted to say thank you so much for being so special and unique, that you give another meaning to the life that I am living. I am so thankful and glad that you’re still fighting and you’re proving that you’re brave enough to hold on. You’re strong enough to keep moving on.

—  ma.c.a // A Letter For You
🚨ATTENTION MUTUALS🚨

My annoying ass has finally made an ig

if you couldn’t tell by my obnoxious way of promoting.

It’d be greatly appreciated if you message me your account

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I got a request to make some .png Futurama icons for free use and I figured I’d post this very little preview so you guy’s could get an idea of what’s in store!

I’m also posting this as incentive for myself to try and get my exec+dysfunctioned + disorderd a$$ in gear to finish them up, hahaha… sh*t.

shit wait I just cracked the code

fandom blogs are the easiest way to get a devout following

but non-fandom posts are the ones that spread, and non-fandom blogs are more likely to attract non-fandom followers

so the secret to success is to have a standard main blog and a fandom side blog and to carefully reblog your main content to the side blog so you can get your regular posts to a wider audience

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So this is new, I’m opening up my shop for wand commissions! If you go to my etsy and follow the instructions you can choose between 6 wand designs, 12 different colours, 3 metal leaf highlights and 3 different gemstones. Put together what you would like and I will make it for you!

Check out my work-tag to see the previous wands and my other work if you’re interested! :)

It would be great if people reblog this and/or tag friends who might be interested! 

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dickbabs quotes that make me cry

“there’s a warmth in dick’s voice that was never there in bruce’s. he’s done a great job of hiding it lately. and then it goes cold. i miss it more than he’ll know.” 

“just shut up for a second. let me just enjoy seeing you alive, okay?”

“anyone can change and settle down. even you.”
“don’t get your hopes up.”

“you still have it babs!”
“i do, don’t i?”

“whatever my future holds, i hope it includes you.”

“barbara and dick. until the end of the world.”

“i don’t want to spend my life wondering what might’ve been. like you and nightwing.”

“you’re so beautiful. you have no idea… just looking at you makes me happy, but i… i don’t know if i can do this thing anymore, dick.”

“love will conquer fear.”

“you’re right, as almost always. know this: no matter how long i’m gone… i love you, barbara. and i will come back to you someday, i promise.”

“i need him to keep smiling his beautiful smile. to be the sun the earth keeps spinning around.”

“i love you, barb. remind me again why we’re not together?”

“get dressed, true love. we’re going out.”

“babs, you’re stunning and you’re brilliant and you’re probably the strongest person i know… on the inside, where it really counts.”

“i really had a thing for you back then–and bang.”
“it didn’t have to end there, babs. it didn’t end there for me.”
“or me, dick.”

“who loves ya, baby?”

“barbara… we’ve been connected since the day we met. i loved you when i didn’t know what love was. you have been the friend i can never doubt. and the partner i never thought was possible. whatever happens in this world, i know we can bear it if we have each other.”

“i’m just happy and i wanted to share it.”

“babs, you’re a genius.”
“but you already knew that.”
“babs, you’re beautiful.”
“but you already knew that.”

“it’s never going to be perfect. it’s always going to be just us making the best of what we’re given.”

“i know i failed you. i just hope that someday you’ll let me explain. i hope that someday… i miss you, babs. more than you can know. and you were right when you said i was living in the past. so… here’s to the future, okay? as soon as i get there, you’ll be the first person i’ll be looking for. i love you.”

“you never failed me. i don’t know if you’re capable of such a thing. things won’t always be like this, dick. that’s something i know in my heart. i haven’t given up hope that someday– someday i can be for you what you’ve always been for me. i love you.”

━ because i want to get back to writing but have no idea if my starters are going to be any good give this post a like if i can go through your open starters and reply to one or more that i feel <3 ( you’re more than welcome to message me or reply to this if there’s any muse of mine you have a liking to )