innocent children

i. Aphrodite has given up on love. She listens to boys yelling obscene things at innocent girls. She can be found serving drinks at the local bar to broken women and spitting poisonous words at the filthy gentlemen next to them.
ii. Apollo dreads the moment the sun rises. Because when the sun goes up, his local late night show ends and his hour of fame comes to a close. He can be found spending his days, sitting on a park bench asking for loose change and wishing his poetry was good enough.
iii. Ares doesn’t understand war anymore. All he sees is needless bloodshed and brutal homicide based upon abhorrent racial cleansing and childish disagreements. He can be found weeping over the destruction of schools and the murder of innocent children.
iv. Artemis doesn’t hunt game anymore. She carries a switchblade and mace, prepared to fight off any boy harassing a girl with intoxicated footsteps. She can be found holding back girl’s hair as they vomit up their insecurities while sobs wrack their body into the next morning.
v. Athena has stopped believing in reason. When there’s international conflict concerning who marries who and a nationwide crisis about the newest fashion, reason just doesn’t seem applicable anymore. She can be found protesting with college students about real problems.
vi. Dionysus can’t help the madness. When the frequency of mental illness - in children nonetheless, has become so high? What’s the point? He can be found at the same pub and same seat as always; drinking the same dry whisky wishing everything would be the same as it used to be.
vii. Hades can’t stand jewels anymore. Emeralds reflect the envy and greed of humanity while rubies reflect their sexual and blood lust. He can be found rolling his eyes at people begging for their lives in the allies while human demons hunt them down for materialistic ends.
viii. Hephaestus has developed a hatred of fire. It does nothing but steal. It steal oxygen from the air and steal people from their families. Fire does not give it takes. He can be found saving everything he can from fire’s wrath, but will later choke on the smoke of his cigarette.
ix. Hermes can’t stand traveling. His legs are weak and his eyes are strained. He’s carried too many messages to people about the death of loved ones and the love letters are scarce. He can be found stealing, not money, but of their hope and strength because he’s hasn’t any left.

The gods are among us and they can’t survive. Why should I?

—  “Modern Mythology” by Maggie McCloskey 

To everyone celebrating Castro’s death because he was a “commie”, you’re wrong. To everyone mourning him because he was an anti-imperialist/anti-capitalist revolutionary, you’re wrong too. He was a disgusting, ruthless, murderer. My family was torn apart by this man, murdered by this man. Countless other families have gone through the same thing. And for god’s sake, stop the Che worship. He was a murderer and a racist. Killed innocent children, actually. Go find your fucking anti-capitalist, communist icons elsewhere. 

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Books Every Black Child Should Read 

Nappy Hair -  Carolivia Herron, Joe Cepeda (Illustrator)

The Snowy Day -  Ezra Jack Keats

Mufaro’s Beautiful Daughters -  John Steptoe

Meet Addie - American Girl Story 

“Her Stories: African American Folktales, Fairy Tales, and True Tales” - Virginia Hamilton

Daddy and Me -  Jeanne Moutoussamy-Ashe

Dancing In The Wings - Debbie Allen

Something Beautiful - Sharon Dennis Wyeth

Cliche For A Reason

No matter how many times they’re done, there are a few tropes I’ll read 100 times with the same ship, by 100 different authors.

Here are just a few of those tropes:

1. Fake Dating AU.

Whether it’s a short exchange with a stranger because there’s a creep who won’t stop hitting on them, or a fully planned out, year-long con to fool their family, I can never get enough of these.

2. Trapped in A Small Space Together

Freezing to death in an engine room. Hiding together in a closet to avoid being killed. Locked in a room, running out of air.

No matter the context, this one always makes my day, especially if one of the people trapped isn’t usually big on physical contact.

3. Taking Care of Children Together

Innocent little kids have a way of bringing out the soft side of even the fiercest characters.

4. Unnaturally Truthful

Truth serums, an excess of pain meds, and outside threats are just a few of the ways my beloved ships can be forced to admit things they never would under normal circumstances.

5. Amnesia/Forgetting The Other

Sometimes they hit their head. Sometimes they were brainwashed. Sometimes they died and came back to life.

Whatever the reason, one doesn’t know the other, and the other has to faithfully stick by them, and try to help them remember. (Or start from scratch, befriending them and falling in love all over again.)

6. Grumpy, Distant Characters Turning Into Human Puppies Around That Special Someone

This requires no explanation, I believe.

7. Everyone Knows One Loves The Other

Except, of course, the other.

8. First Kiss Forgotten

Maybe someone was under mind control when it happened, or maybe they just had a bit too much to drink, but Person A remembers Person B kissing them, and Person B has no idea it happened. (Or DO THEY?)

I just heard about what’s happening in Aleppo. I don’t know a lot because I’ve seen very little media coverage of it, but I do know innocent people are being executed in their own homes. I don’t know which side is executing them, but whether it’s the government or the rebels, people are still being MURDERED. Innocent people. Women and children. Their bodies are on the streets. People are filming the horrors in their city, sending out final goodbyes on twitter.

I normally try to keep my blog as free of politics and sensitive subjects as I can because I do not have the resources to get into a debate with people that might not agree with me, but I cannot stay mute on this.

This is a crime against humanity. It’s mass murder. It’s inhuman. Aleppo is falling right in front of our eyes, every second of it documented as evidence. This is a genocide, broadcasted for the entire world to see.

I thought “never again”. I thought “we learned”. But it’s happening again, and this time the victims are filming their own downfall.

I don’t know if there’s anything I can do to help. I feel lost and numb and incredibly frustrated. Please, if anyone who’s reading this knows what I can do, let me know.

My thoughts are scattered. I’m trying to find the right words, but I can’t form any proper sentences.

All I can say is:

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.

Children

Children of the morning sun
flowing as waves upon an ocean
seeking somewhere safe to land
atop a world forever in motion

Children of a springtime shower
the story changes trading places
asking for love and understanding
trying to fill in their empty spaces

Children on the edge of darkness
pawns of life unwilling dancers
ever tearful with fearful trepidation
asking question with no answers

Children of fading memories stolen
with their innocence pay the cost 
until as strangers they surrender
never to recapture what was lost

Mother, he touches me as if I am
the silver over which he rules.

Mother, he stares at me as if I am
more fearsome than all the creatures
in his kingdom.

Mother, he worships me as if I am the
only goddess he knows.

Mother, he holds me as if I am fragile
but kisses me as if I am stronger than
Atlas himself.

Mother, his eyes are precious stones
I fear they’re worth more than all my
flowers Above.

Mother, his rare smile shines brighter
than Apollo’s sun.

Mother, he tells me I am a queen and
places a crown of flowers and iron and
bones upon my head.

Mother, his laughter is water and I am
the thirstiest I have ever been.

Mother, his touch is golden and I am
rich.

Mother, his anger shakes our kingdom
whole and thrills my very bones.

Mother, he tells me rage is natural and
takes me to his Fields of Punishment to
scream it away.

Mother, he’s shown me even the dead
can bleed and given me control of
justice.

Mother, he’s watched me rip limbs from
the dead and kissed the blood from my
fingers and still found me beautiful.

Mother, his skin is ice and I am melting it.

Mother, he is a maze and I have lost
myself in him.

—  Kore

fucked up things that people like to normalize now:

- sexualizing children or using children as memes when talking about a situation involving older parties 

- having children get their eyebrows done????? because natural facial hair is just so gross???? having your child know from an early age that their natural state isn’t good enough! great parenting! 

- those haha funny memes about kids looking older than they are because society has pressured that upon them

- ANYTHING THAT DENOTES CHILDREN AS NEEDING TO CHANGE THEIR APPEARANCE OR BEHAVE IN ANY OTHER WAY THAT ISN’T NATURAL 

S A S U H I N A // Bento Box.

I got the idea from a post that said:

“Hinata gave her lunch to Sasuke when she noticed that he didn’t have anything to eat. That was a week after his clan’s massacre.”

or something along those lines? :)

Credit goes to whoever came up with that heartbreakingly brilliant idea~ It made me coo while I drew this.

The colouring is a bit rushed, but it’s supposed to give off an innocent, childish feel.

We have allowed conservatives to create this meaningless ‘pro-life’ term.

There are billions of lives that need help, and conservatives are all too willing, and doing all they can, to bring harm and suffering to the innocent children, mothers, aged, and vulnerable of the world.