the bringer of everything

I thought he was proud.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen,
Word count : 1,727
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 4 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



You had been on set for a few hours now, and no one had even heard from Jared. You were keeping River distracted, which wasn’t hard. He was a huge fan of the show, so everything interested him. He had even followed a Boom guy around for about 20 minutes asking a million questions. He wanted to know every aspect of filming the show. Finally, Misha had offered to show him the set of the bunker, so that’s where you stood now.

“Hey.” Jensen came over. He had been on set much earlier than you filming, so you hadn’t seen him yet, until then.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Still no word?”

You shrugged. “I guess not.”

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mythology meme | Slavic legendary creatures - Sirin

Sirin or the Bird of Sorrow is a magnificent but cruel bird-maiden of Russian legends. Her body of a giant bird of prey is covered in thousand midnight-coloured feathers and a set of sharp claws, big enough to crush a horse. From the chest up, she’s of human appearance and her sinister face of a beautiful woman is adorned by a golden crown or nimbus. Sirin lays her precious eggs on distant seashores before casting them into the waves. When the eggs hatch, a thunderstorm sets over the oceans till they become so rough that no soul can travel across.

She is a death-bringer. Her honey-tongued singing voice stupefies mortals, making them forget everything they had ever known in this world and announces their imminent death. People would attempt to save themselves from Sirin by shooting cannons, ringing bells and covering their ears but to no avail. Her terrifying smirk is the last thing they see before she plunges down at them with her claws and carries them away to the realm of death called Nav where she forever resides with her brighter counterpart Alkonost, her beloved sister otherwise known as the Bird of Joy.

MYTHOLOGY AESTHETIC | GREEK PANTHEON

The Pantheon | Persephone, goddess of nature and queen of the Underworld.

The earth provides. And then takes your soul.

Proserpina, consort of Hades, the mixed daughter, harbinger of spring, mother of the dead, produces and destroys everything, the savior maiden, bringer of fruit.

8 Nights of Danvers Chanukah, Night 3

Night 1 | Night 2

Superfamily dreidel smackdown, ft. a deeply competitive Sanvers and a wide-eyed Kara.


“No no no no no. There aren’t dreidel teams, Maggie doesn’t get to be on Alex’s team, know why? Because there are no teams!”

James sat back and sipped at his beer with a grin: this might take a while, as Winn’s look of indignation and proclamation that there were no teams in dreidel cowered slightly against Alex’s sitting up on the couch and leaning in toward him.

Kara flickered her eyes between them like she was watching a tennis match, and James leaned in to Maggie. “This is gonna be entertaining.” She smirked back at him.

“And how would you know this, Winn, with your superior knowledge of all things Jewish?”

“I would normally never say anything like this, but considering that we’re playing a gambling game based around a spinning top with chocolate for currency, I’m gonna feel free to go ahead and say it: you’re gonna play the religion card? Alex Danvers, that is low!

“Whoaaaaa!” James and Maggie exploded with simultaneous laughter, both leaning forward and tossing their arms in the air haphazardly.

Winn and Alex both shot them dirty looks.

“I’m trying to advocate for you here, babe.”

“Dude, come on, whose side are you on?”

“Man, it’s Alex, and I don’t have my Guardian suit right now, so I’m pretty sure she could kick my ass without breaking a sweat.”

“And you wouldn’t take an ass kicking for me?”

“From Alex Danvers?

“Okay!” Kara held up her hands as Alex sat back, arms crossed, smug triumph written all over her face, as Maggie bit her lip, both utterly amused and turned on by the fact that a man as powerful as James knew with certainty that her girlfriend could take him with one armed tied behind her back.

“No one will be kicking anyone’s ass,” Kara announced with a pointed look at Alex.

They brought up the ass kicking, that wasn’t me.”

Kara pointed an accusatory finger at her, and Alex shut up, but stuck her tongue out at Winn, who scoffed back at her.

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I know that lots of people don’t want to go vegan but they feel like they are going to miss out on so many things (going out to eat with friends, what about burgers,…)! Trust me you won’t!

• who do you think is missing out the most when you’re eating a burger: you? or the cow who was murder for you 10 minutes of “pleasure”?
• you don’t have to miss out because every thing you love “bringers, sushi, Mac and cheese… Everything CAN be veganize and it’s way healthier and doesn’t involve killing a being!

#govegan

Noel Fisher as

Mikhailo Aleksandr, Summerborn of the house Milkovich
Fourth of His Name,
The Unimprisonable,
King of Shameless,
God of war and sex,
Breaker of Bars,
And Bringer of Ratings

Clarke’s been with the delinquents for five minutes and their already blaming her for everything, saying she’s the “bringer of death” and a traitor, when there the ones killing people and allowing psycho Pike to massacre innocents.
Like can we just bring Lexa back already so she can comfort Clarke, because she’s never blamed her for anything and Clarke needs that.

Fear

I’m always amused and a little bit taken aback when other Hellenes tell me they’re afraid of Dionysos, to the extent that they won’t (or don’t, as a general rule) call on him.  Everyone I meet seems to fall into one of two camps: they work closely, or have worked closely, with him, and are thus perfectly okay with him and what he stands for, or they’ve never encountered him before, have only heard stories, and are terrified of him.  (There are, of course, a few notable exceptions to this.)

I even received a message the other day from someone who said they were disassociating with me (unfriended me on facebook) because of my “connections to a deeply disturbing god.”

What?

I do understand, I think, the initial fear of him.  He’s a wild god, and there’s I think a lot of confusion between him and Pan (who *I* don’t work with).  He’s a bringer of madness, his maenads engaged in everything that was “taboo” in society, and he will.  Push.  Your.  Boundaries.  My own personal experience aside, though, I still can’t quite grasp the refusal to associate with those who honor him, or the steadfast refusal to acknowledge him as a god.

Really, if you read the stories, the worst things happened to people who REFUSED to acknowledge him.  Yeah, some crappy things happened to his followers, too, but they were always, in the end, rewarded–unlike those who refused him worship or refused his godhood altogether, who were royally screwed.

So it amuses me when I encounter that mindset.  It also amuses me when I encounter people (like the aforementioned person) who assume that because I honor him above others, that I must be mad, perverted, wild and chaotic.  Anyone who knows me knows that I try my best to be pretty level headed, and Dionysos helped me OUT of madness, rather than leading me to it.

If I leave my grin behind, remind me
that we’re all mad here
and it’s okay.
Sun up, sun down the shadows hide me down in
Wonderland, Wonderland, nobody knows the way,
but if you find it in your dreams, you can
find it at your dayjob
somewhere south of Hell
Take the path to left or right with
just your gut to guide you
the story is not for anyone else to
tell.
Go down the rabbit hole and out the other side
you can’t go home in the middle of the
magic carpet ride
you gotta greet the sun before his
lovely daughter moon
you can’t forsake the journey for the
safety of your room
until you learn your lesson well.


–S.J. Tucker, “Cheshire Kitten (We’re all mad here)”


title: 2:48 a.m.
summary: He finds the devil in a bar wearing six inch heels and dark lipstick.
pairing: Josh/Maya/Lucas
snippet: “You don’t really notice her until you hear it: that laugh.

The one that’s settled into the confines of an organ that’s been incapable of feeling for all the years you’ve toyed and danced your way through drinks and one-night-stands with those sorority girls in the come-fuck-me mini skirts and the blue eyeshadow. It’s a laugh you’ve subconsciously buried away, hidden somewhere you can’t seem to place—in your marrow, or the streams of your blood. But your heart, for sure. The wretched thing; the bringer of pain and ecstasy and everything in between.

She’d know a lot about it.

You watch her laugh, basking in the familiar sweetness. It’s something you haven’t heard in years. She flirts away with the too-old bartender, (she had always liked her men older, didn’t she?—with those daddy issues and that condescending demeanor making her seem much older than she really is) twirling a strand of blonde and batting away her eyelashes. You know those tricks a little too well from distant memories.

You down your rum and get another round. You have nowhere to go, anyways. The bartender slips her his number with a wink, and there goes her laugh again—all pretty and coy and very, very Hart.”

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