the chaos or origin of the world


2018 Netflix Original Series: Grounders

250 years after a Nuclear War managed to destroy all lands and leave behind only a small amount of survivors, a civilization was built. From the old world came knowledge to those living in the new. They have sets of laws, religions, and teachings. Their names have been passed down kin after kin since the war.

They know war harsher than most do as well, and a new one is set to come. There has been chaos since the last one while the current Commander, the one who everyone bows to, has been unable to control it. This puts the faith her people as well as fellow ambassadors have in her in jeapordy. With newer clans and armies forming, and very little time till Ascension Day, where a new Commander shall be tested based on their knowledge of each clans religions, laws and people to rule, war is almost inevitable.

Only thing is, this isn’t the war that they should be worried about. Bigger things will come into their lives that they will not be able to understand. Confusion incites fear, fear incites violence. Category Entertainment. No copyright infrigement intended. All clips belong to their respective production companies. Available to watch in 1080p resolution.

The World Inverted universe really interests me and I don’t remember ever seeing anyone discuss this.

Shadowhunters no longer exist, but Downworlders do. Downworlders went into hiding, assumed mundane lives, tried to blend in. Warlocks lost their magic due to lack of use. Vampires are not running rampant draining bodies of blood. People aren’t being massacred by wolves every full moon. Faeries aren’t tricking unsuspecting mundanes and causing havoc.

The absence of a law enforcement hasn’t caused chaos. Sure, we only saw a small section of the world, but there were people there leading normal lives. Not living in fear, refusing to go out at night. A demon thrown into their midst was serious cause for alarm and confusion because they’d never seen anything like that before.

So all I’m saying is that if anyone ever needed proof that the whole ‘Downworlders are slaves to their impulses’ thing was senseless, this is it. The Shadow World law enforcement died out because it had no use, and Downworlders continued to live law-abiding lives.

What a beautiful world we live in, and there is still much of that left. But try to imagine the original state before humanity made all this chaos.
—  Sereno Sky, author of the novels “Lonely Traveller”

Sinnoh Week
∟Day 3: Mythology

In the beginning, there was only a churning turmoil of chaos. At the heart of chaos, where all things became one, appeared an Egg. Having tumbled from the vortex, the Egg gave rise to the Original One. From itself, two beings the Original One did make. Time started to spin. Space began to expand. From itself again, three living things the Original One did make. The two beings wished, and from them, matter came to be. The three living things wished, and from them, spirit came to be. The world created, the Original One took to unyielding sleep…

artistsapprentice  asked:

If you're taking requests, can you please do a myth about one of the primordial Greek gods, like Nyx?

I absolutely can, although maybe not Nyx, as she’s not often the central character in the surviving myths we have, which honestly does not do justice to her role as namesake of my favourite makeup brand. Instead, I have written about the births of Kronos and Zeus, because Nyx makes a fleeting appearance and also most of the gods are primordial (primordial douchebags, am I right? I’m totally right.)

If you don’t fancy reading about nubile oiled men, the importance of good table manners, and the origins of Wolverine from X-Men, feel free to skip by pressing J on your keyboard. Extra context and literary stuff under the cut, as always!

And the Father of the Year Award Goes to Absolutely No-one

Before the world came to be, there was something. We’ll call it Chaos, because that’s what it was called, but it wasn’t like, chaos chaos, like when you’re running late for work and the toaster starts ballsing up and then suddenly the cat’s puking into your shoes and your mother’s phoning to tell you that your father is actually your uncle. It was more of a chasm, like a kind of tangible nothingness, made up of the elements of everything which would later become actual stuff, like the sea and the sky and sprouts, which actually sounds kind of rad, except there was no-one there to appreciate just how poetic it all was.

Except one day, something just kind of happens, and suddenly there’s someone there, and her name is Gaea, and she is the Earth. Like, literally. She is what we would now recognise as a planet. Which is fine. Real women have curves, etc.

Now, at this point, Gaea is just kind of hanging around by herself, when along comes Tartarus, who is the primordial divine personification of a realm of eternal torture and pain and is probably really shit at parties, and Gaea decides that Tartarus isn’t really the ideal best friend. She really can’t imagine having slumber parties with Tartarus and braiding each other’s hair over all the haunting wails of the dead. She’s kind of happy to have company, but being stuck with Tartarus is sort of like when you turn up late to a party and have to hang around by yourself for a while until some white guy with dreads shows up and starts talking about capitalism; it’s slightly better than loneliness, but not much, and also it makes you want to drink more.

So, one day she’s like “it’s kind of lonely here in the middle of nowhere with only a torturous realm for company, this is like living in Wales and frankly I won’t stand for it,” and then bam, she’s not alone anymore, because the void has spat out a new companion and this exceptionally hot dude is standing there, and he’s butt-naked and all toned and curved and probably oiled, because this myth is from Ancient Greece, and Gaea is like “holy buttocks, who in Chaos are you?” and the beautiful man just sighs wearily and says “I’m Eros, and I’m literally here for the sole purpose of making people want to do unspeakable things to one another.” Gaea pseudo-frowns and she’s like “what kind of unspeakable things, because if you mean relentless murder and ceaseless slaughter, then honestly, I think that’s just in my blood, I’m an Ancient Greek deity,” and Eros is like “have you ever wanted to just lie someone down and cover them in chocolate sauce?” and Gaea metaphorically wrinkles her proverbial nose and she’s like “no, that sounds unsanitary and also I’m a planet,” and then Eros clicks his fingers and says “how about now?” and Gaea does this weird little shiver thing, probably dislodging mountains and causing tectonic plates to collide like bodies on a dancefloor, and she’s like “do that again,” and Eros takes a few steps back and he’s all “no offence, but I’m the only other guy here, and I’m really more of a peanut butter guy myself.”

Then Gaea is like “as fantastic as those few moments of delight were, what’s the actual point? Like, why is it so important that people get the urge to do unspeakable things to each other up against barnyard doors? I mean, we were both just sort of born out of the ether with no need for body parts rubbing and touching in any pleasing way whatsoever, so why can’t things just carry on like that? What’s the need for the horizontal tango?” and Eros just shrugs and waves his sculpted arms a bit and says “plot holes, no pun intended.”

After a while, other things start to appear, like night (Nyx) and day (Hemera) and the realm of eternal, unflinching darkness, known as Erebos, and eventually Gaea just gets tired of having all these things floating around her like One Direction fans outside an arena, and so she does the only thing she can do, seeing as privacy screens haven’t been invented yet, and she gives birth to the sky and uses it as a makeshift veil. The sky’s name is Uranus, and, as it turns out, he’s virile as hell, because pretty soon he’s impregnated Gaea, and she gives birth to Oceanus, who is the divine personification of the sea, which means he’s totally wet and basically hates conflict, and then she gives birth to Kronos. Like his brother Oceanus, he’s a Titan, which means that he is part of the race of elder gods, along with their older siblings, including Thea, Rhea, Hyperion and Iapetos, among others, because condoms haven’t been invented yet, and let’s be honest, Uranus is totally the kind of guy who’d pretend that he couldn’t use them for reasons of girth.

Then, because this family isn’t fucked up enough already, Gaea gives birth to three giant monsters, the Hecatoncheires, who all have a hundred hands and fifty heads and can also control storms, which makes me wonder why they cast Halle Berry in X-Men and not just a hideous CGI conglomerate, and then she (Gaea, not Halle Berry) gives birth to three more monsters, each with one eye, called the Cyclopes. When Uranus sees his six new beautiful children, he’s all “wow, those came out of you? They must take after your side of the family,” and Gaea says “technically, you ARE my side of the family, sonsband,” and Uranus is like “shit, yeah, this is probably why incest is frowned upon, isn’t it? Anyway, I think you should just put them all back, to be honest,” and Gaea is like “what do you mean ‘put them all back’?” and Uranus is like “well, you know, back up the ol’ pipe,” and Gaea is like “say ‘pipe’ one more time and I’ll shove something up yours,” nobly resisting the urge to make a pun on his name, but Uranus is like “sorry, can’t hear you, I’m too busy shoving these gigantic monster children back into your womb,” and he’s not even lying.

Obviously, this causes Gaea some Problems, and so she decides that maybe it’s time to get rid of Uranus. When he’s asleep, probably dreaming about changing his name by deed poll, she gathers together all of her children – the ones who aren’t currently rolling around in her uterus, anyway – and she’s all “look, I’m going to level with you here. Your father is a dick. I could do so much better. I deserve Ryan Gosling, not some dude who thinks it’s OK to use my birth canal as a storage locker. I need your help, kids,” and then she takes out this absolutely massive sickle, and she says “this sickle is made of adamant, which is a radical new element that I made for this specific purpose. It’s stronger than Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson after a meal of spinach, and without meaning to blow my own trumpet, it really is the goddamn poodle’s privates. Like, if I were to create my own super powered mutant soldier, I’d probably coat his bones with this shit and maybe make him some awesome claws of the same stuff, because this? This stuff is nearly unbreakable. It’s totally fit for purpose,” and then her kids are like “by ‘purpose’, do you mean that you want us to use that sickle on our father?” and Gaea nods sagely and she’s like “I want you to use it all over him,” and her kids confer with one another, drawing some diagrams and making detailed notes, and then they turn back to her and say in unison “nope.”

Except they don’t say it completely in unison, because Kronos, the youngest of her Titan children, pipes up like “I know what needs to be done, grandma-mother,” and Gaea says “do you?” and Kronos nods and says “I do. I know exactly what you want me to do, 100%. I understand your plan completely. I volunteer,” and Gaea places her hand firmly on Kronos’ shoulder and grins and she’s like “grandson-son, let us put our shared plan into action,” and Kronos takes the sickle and he’s like “you can count on me, grandma-mother, I won’t let you down,” and Gaea probably just groans a bit because she’s still full of monster children.

Later that night, Uranus comes over to Gaea for a night of nocturnal naughtiness, and he’s about to cock his leg in a jaunty and arousing manner and be like “let us kiss with tongues, mother-wife,” when he hears this battle cry from behind him, and before he can turn around to see what the fuck is going on, Kronos has leapt on him with this massive sickle, and then Kronos raises the sickle above his big Titan head and brings it down in a swooping arc, right on Uranus’ dick. Like, that’s it. He just cuts it clean off, severing it right at the base, then throws it over his shoulder like salt in the Devil’s face, and Uranus just starts sobbing and says “for a Titan, that really wasn’t tight at all. I knew that having kids would be difficult, but this just absolutely takes the proverbial biscuit,” and he leaves, because there’s not a lot else he can do, really.

When he’s gone, Gaea turns to Kronos and she’s just like “you cut his dick off?” and Kronos nods proudly and says “our plan has come to fruition, mother,” and Gaea rolls her eyes and she’s like “I was thinking more along the lines of ruthless patricide, but I guess your idea also worked,” and Kronos wrinkles his nose and he’s all “what kind of monster would kill their own father? Balls or no balls, I still need the old guy to teach me how to throw a ball, y’know,” and Gaea just rolls her eyes and she’s about to make some remark about how a good father probably wouldn’t shove his kids back inside their mother, when Uranus’ testicles, which have landed in the sea, start to foam, and from the dick foam this beautiful woman emerges, and she’s like “I need two things. Firstly, I need a bath, because honestly, natural childbirth has absolutely nothing on what just happened to me, and secondly, I need a dry martini and a nubile young man,” and Gaea is all “literally who the fuck are you?” and the woman is like “I’m Aphrodite, and I really want to just reiterate that I’m covered in dick foam, so can we keep this conversation as brief as possible, like three seconds max” and Kronos is like “go to Cyprus, there are baths there beyond your wildest dreams,” and Aphrodite goes to Cyprus and presumably bathes in bleach for about three years.

Meanwhile, Uranus, hiding away in shame and anger, mutters under his breath something very sinister, something along the lines of “I hereby prophesy that the end of the Titans shall fall very soon, as they are overthrown by their own treacherous children and punished for their sins, signed Uranus xoxo.”

A whole bunch of time passes, and honestly, what happens next is incredibly complicated and involves more birth scenes than a director’s cut of Alien, but in a nutshell, a whole bunch of gods book a hotel room with each other, producing generations of gods, nymphs and other creatures. Kronos himself marries Rhea, his sister, and the two of them have a whole bunch of children, including Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Poseidon and Hades. Now, you’d think that Kronos, having seen the effect that bad parenting can have on a marriage and indeed a penis, might be a better father to his own kids than Uranus had been to him. You would be wrong. In fact, Kronos takes fatherhood to new lows. Having heard Uranus’ prophecy that he is fated to be overthrown by his own son, Kronos takes a leaf out of his father’s book and decides that the best place for his children is inside their parent. However, unlike Uranus, Kronos doesn’t put them back inside their mother; presumably remembering how THAT had turned out, he puts them inside himself instead, and swallows them whole, barely even tasting them. Honestly, I’m not sure why he didn’t chew them first, but whatever. He doesn’t.

After her brother-husband has eaten five of her children, Rhea begins to get a bit fed up (and honestly, why it took five attempts for her to get sick of this shit, I also have no idea; clearly, neither of them are Parent of the Year). So, when she becomes pregnant for the sixth time, she finds her mother-mother-in-law, Gaea, and she’s like “look, I know that Kronos was always your favourite son because of the time he helped you chop off dad’s dick, but now Kronos is BEING a dick, and I need your help,” and Gaea is like “Kronos stopped being my favourite child the moment he copied his dad and internalised his children. If only he could have taken after his mother more, and been awesome and totally opposed to infanticide. Well, I’ll tell you what; that son you’re carrying is going to save you from a life of matrimonial fatigue, but you have to do a couple of things first,” and Rhea says “just tell me what to do,” and Gaea is like “you have to run away, give birth in a magic cave, and pretend that your son is a rock,” and Rhea just sighs and she’s like “honestly, my kids are probably better inside Kronos’ digestive tract and away from this family unit,” but she does what Gaea asks.

So, when Rhea has given birth to her son – whom she names Zeus, which is a name you may be familiar with – she finds a huge rock and swaddles it, dressing it in a fetching babygro with the motif ‘DADDY’S LITTLE FLESH CHILD, MUMMY’S LITTLE NOT-A-GEODE’ and hands it to Kronos. Kronos takes one look at the rock and says “this baby has my eyes, darling,” and then promptly swallows it whole, completely falling for the trick, believing that he’s swallowed his fifth child. Rhea, presumably wondering if Kronos and the rock have more in common than she first thought, goes off to raise her baby in secret.

After a while, yet more time passes and Zeus grows up into an absolutely strapping young god, all bearded and muscled and, most importantly, not swilling around inside Kronos’ bowels, and Gaea is like “OK, grandson. The prophecy says that you will overthrow your father, so the first thing to do is to make him throw up,” and Zeus is like “why would I do that? When dad overthrew HIS dad, he got to use a phenomenal sickle, and I just get to use a bit of bad ham?” and Gaea says “firstly, you’re right, that sickle was fucking sick, and secondly, your father never chewed his food, and you have a few siblings who are probably very grateful for that, although honestly they’d be a tad less grateful if they’d ever had to sit opposite him at dinner, rather than inside him,” and so Zeus goes off to find Kronos.

When he finds him, he slips him an emetic herb, and Kronos immediately throws up his children, all covered in stomach slime but still alive and fully grown. Zeus is like “hey siblings, I’m Zeus, and honestly, I will never fully comprehend what you have been through, but I hope we can bond over this experience anyway,” and Hades is like “I think there’s a bit of partially digested carrot in my hair,” and Hera says “no, that’s just stomach lining, but you do have something unspeakable on your shoulder,” and Demeter says “thanks for saving us, Zeus, but dad looks super pissed that you just made him throw up his children,” and Kronos mutters “and that great bit of roast ham that I had for lunch.”

Zeus just shrugs and he’s like “well, there’s this prophecy which says that dad’s going to look defeat right in the face very soon and I’m going to be the one who puts it there, so honestly, I’m going to just let him have this one. I’d probably be angry too, if someone gave me a prophecy which told me that my child would overthrow me and I subsequently internalised that child for my own protection and suzerainty, only to have the child break free from my body somehow. Boy, that would really blow.“

Glaring at his family, just about managing to speak through his anger, Kronos snarls “you know what this means, son?” and Zeus sets his jaw into a rigid line, pushes his shoulders back so that his biceps look particularly rugged in his favourite white tank top, and then he digs into the pocket of his skinny black jeans and pops a tooth-pick into his mouth, chewing it with a pensive look on his face, and after a few tense seconds have passed, during which Kronos is just clenching his fists and trembling with unspent fury, Zeus says “yes, dad. This means war.”

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Chapter Two: Chaos

Thou shalt bestow energy onto El which has lost its power.

O, the advent of blessing of God, the power to sustain the world, the origin of the creation of life.
The one who received life by mission has descended upon the land of the great El.
But, there was a great luminosity that stained the eyes of the one who received life by mission
The great image of the name El is shattered and scattered throughout the world,
And the one who failed the mission is caught in the luminosity and drifts in the flow where the order of this land does not reach.
That place is another world where the primordial chaos itself has created.
The one who lost the chance to fulfill the mission will face the deep chaos which one must never feel.


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Our souls are conceivable in the chaos of Pluto. Admist in the shadowy drifts lies a power too profound for words. Liz Greene likens understanding Pluto to being akin to shaking hands with an octopus. Pluto has copped a lot of assault since its discovery in 1930. It’s been on the receiving end of astrology propaganda that paints Pluto as a Dementor who sucks out your soul and leaves your life in pieces. And the astronomers can’t seem to decide what it is - a planet, a planetoid, an icy dwarf? The whole world seems confused about Pluto. The Greek Lord of the Underworld was originally Hades, and thus the designation of Pluto therefore infers ‘riches’. This gives an insight to the sort of themes expressed by a planet so hidden and so mysterious. The music of Pluto leaks from the soul, it can be a real orchestra if the power is wielded appropriately. It traces back into centuries.

While the moon’s waxing and waning symbolises the swelling of the belly in childbirth, Pluto associates with the pain of labor. Pluto is the energy in which we must submit to inexplicable agony so we can be shown a new light and life. This refers to the self transforming, and being split open psychologically, or one becoming two when the body of a woman splits open in the birth of a child. On a soul level, Pluto is the ruler of Pisces. It emanates through the Pisces Mother harnessing the soul down from higher dimensions, and birthing new life into the world as the newborn Aries. 

Pluto can almost only be experienced during conscious ‘black out’ and unconscious thoughtlessness. Not air headiness, or vapidness. But in a place of eternal silence, sliding between the spaces of thoughts, a place of solidarity where Pluto’s headphones provide a direct channel to the soul. It exists in a place that can only be clearly perceived in those with polished minds, free from corruption and self deception, free from identifying with erratic emotions and primitive sexual urges. And when Pluto is forced through rage or lacking self awareness, spiritual neglect or fear, he leaks through like rotten toxins. Shreds of decaying matter scream to be cut from the individual and freed so he can be reborn into transcendence. The message of Pluto is letting go of the old (death) so the fresh breathe of new life (rebirth) can shower the soul in gold (transformation). Pluto is the horrific pain of losing layers of yourself. But the depths of agony do not compare to the reverent and majestic offerings of Pluto. He holds all light of the Sun out there on his own, coupled with the emotion of Venus, the wisdom of Saturn, the knowledge of Mercury, the energetic surges of Mars, the mental expansion of Jupiter, the God dust of Neptune and the intuition of Uranus. Pluto is like a 3rd eye of the soul, a peeking vision into the manuscript of God’s purpose for the individual and the loss of the lower self as it merges once again with the infinite. He carries a celestial orb of power for those brave enough to own their own stories, admit their vulnerabilities, swallow their demons and acknowledging their shadow instead of fiercely rejecting.

And those who feel victimised from Pluto are those who hold onto their pains and identify themselves with their own turmoil. Because it feels safe, or it feels comfortable to be wrapped around a pillow in fetal position, or they feel they will disappear completely without the sentiment of agony to feel themselves or describe themselves as or know themselves by. As shrouded in the black as Pluto is, he’s waiting with the formula that turns pain into power. This is a space of lonesomeness. The accolades and recognition of people disappear under the deafening calling of your destiny. Pluto defines our greatness by the way we rise from the ashes.

alfrette  asked:

That new prompt idea is amazing! What would you think about Elijah Mikaelson and All that Matters from the musical Finding Neverland? Loads of Love, Annette

Here you are, I Hope you enjoy it!!

Originally posted by always-and-forever-indeed

“He makes sense of all of my chaos in ways I could never explain,
He turns all of my sadness into smile, he’s helping live life again”

Your life was a mess right now. Trying to make sense of everything that was going on around you. The world felt like it was spinning way too fast, moving on without you and it was crushing you.

And even Elijah was too busy to notice.

You didn’t know where you were walking, you just knew you were walking with one purpose; to try to clear your mind. You knew that Elijah would - eventually - come looking for you when he got worried, after he tended to Hayley’s every beck and call.

You fully understood that she was pregnant and she needed to be ‘protected’ but it wasn’t too much to ask for just a little bit of time and affection.

You found a lake, sitting by It and throwing stones in every so often. Not really worrying when it started to get dark, you weren’t missing anything important back at the compound. You left a few hours ago, but doubted anyone realised you were gone yet.

You sniffled slightly, a few tears brewing in your eyes. You felt like Elijah would rather be with Hayley than you, his girlfriend. You let them glide down your cheeks at a rather rapid pace. You wiped at your face with the sleeves of your sweatshirt and tried to stop crying because you knew you’d have to go back soon.

“Elijah sent me to find you, he was- Oh darling, what’s wrong” she gushed, rushing to sit next to you and wrap an arm around your shoulder. “It’s nothing big, I just feel Elijah doesn’t care for me anymore, that he’s too busy… too busy for me” you said delicately, your voice cracking as you tried to keep from crying.

“Oh darling, You really should talk to him, he must know how you feel” she suggested, standing up and gesturing for you to follow her.

The two of your chatted and even giggled on the walk home, but you were growing nervous as you neared the compound. “Good luck sweetie, I hope you two sort this out” she told you, hugging you tightly and departing in your different directions to your separate rooms.

Elijah wasn’t there and you weren’t surprised. So you changed into your pyjamas and climbed into bed to stare up at the ceiling for a good hour of maybe even two before you heard the room door open and close. “Y/n, are you awake darling” Elijah whispered. “Yeah, why” you mumbled in response, not even turning to look at him.

“I do believe we need to talk” he said, turning on the light and watching you sit up. “I’ve been neglecting you.” he stated, sitting on the bed and holding your hands in his gently. “And I am so, so very sorry for doing that to you, as it nothing of what you deserve.”

“And Intend to fix that” he added softly, cupping your cheek as he spoke, the pad of his thumb running gently over your cheek. His lips were inches from yours when he whispered again. “Because I love you, and more than anything I ever have, or ever will love.” Before pressing his lips to yours.

Elijah kisses were soft, yet hungry and you always loved them.

So today was no different.

And you kissed his back, your head spinning just like the first time, your heart letting off fireworks at his touch for the first time in months. “And you, are my number one priority” he promised after parting his lips from yours.

He wrapped you in his arms that night and he intended to show you just how much he loved you each and every day.

I know many of you are running to the comments to claim you could not care less about these people, or any celebrities. But evolution says you are wrong, so suck it. Even if your homepage isn’t your favorite gossip column, being aware of the goings-on in the lives of people more famous than us fills our brains’ need to see patterns in the world, to make familiar storylines out of chaos. And it is a need. Some studies found that upwards of 80 to 90 percent of all conversations in public are gossip.

Humans like stories because we look for the world around us to fit into a narrative – the rags-to-riches tale, the sports underdog overcoming the odds, the karaoke hustler singing a song about sex with his daughter, etc. You saw this happen immediately with Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie’s breakup. The original reason reported for their divorce was Pitt having an affair with his recent co-star Marion Cotillard. What goes around comes around, Angie! Once a cheater, always a cheater! People knew how to deal with that version of the story; it was nice and simple and fit into a form that we are all familiar with. When it turned out to have nothing to do with cheating and became much more complicated (like all divorces), people lost interest.

How Celebrity Culture Gets Us Psychologically Hooked

After the Accelerator

Iris took a sip of her drink the  moonshine burned down her throat, maple sweetened tea doing little to mellow the sting of untempered spirits. She sighed. They could light up a city, but a liquor that tasted like something other than rocket fuel was too much to ask for, at least it got the job done. 

Rating: M dark!fic

Characters: Iris West, Barry Allen, Eobard Thawne, Joe West, Original Harrison Wells, Hunter Zolomon, Linda Park, Wally West

Pairings: Iris/Barry (WestAllen),Linda Park/Wally West multiple

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Fantastic emotional image, superbly mixing femininity and decay, in a neat composition with superb colors and magnificent color match, also deserving the total best, and to be seen in big.
Would you believe it baby ? These things actually EXIST. One gesture that could have avoided 13 months and a half of total chaos. But…nope. Pain and turning the whole world upside down are sooooo very delightful.

“Do you remember pay phones? A young Cuban girl makes a call on a pay phone in Havana. Believe it or not, in the recent years mobile phones have exploded and can be seen everywhere. So these too will disappear…”

Image from Vanishing Cuba © Michael Chinnici for Photo Workshop Adventures
(Words in italics by Michael).
you left me in the dark - Chapter 1 - littlelamplight - Supergirl (TV 2015) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Is it the nature of the universe for things to happen all at once? For chaos to continue, once peace has been broken? For things to tumble out of control with continuous events that plunge the world further into confusion?

In which Alura is in the pod, Astra is in Project Cadmus, and nothing is easy.

written by the amazing @foxx-queen​ - i’ve been following this story for a while now and honestly this is some premium quality general danvers with a+ characterisation all around. it’s also the origins of majorly judging you aka the crack ship aka lucy and alura and when it updates it updates

The universe couldn’t have expanded into a more brilliant world of simple complexity than the one we have, and it’s incredible to just think about it.

Everything we have is so wide that our minds can’t comprehend it. 

An ocean is deeper than we can fathom by multiplying our own body length, how many of us to stack until we touch the dark bottom, how many to span endless water from land to land, we can’t imagine. A brain has more connections than we can take breaths, more impulses than notes we sing or words we could ever speak in three lifetimes. And even a murmuration of starlings encompasses the entire sky over our head, horizon to horizon across the field we stand on to let the rustle of millions of feathers drown out our own blood.

All of it is big and seems different, and then we learn it’s not.

We learn that the shift of water molecules is the electric jolt between neurons is the wing beat of a starling, that all roll like a wave of atoms that make us and the universe, that everything is infinitely complex and so simple.

Our world isn’t complex because its parts are. The single molecule of water, the small neuron, the lone starling - they’re simple.

It’s the chaos and the entropy of the tiniest elements, the infinite possibilities of their touches, that turn order into life and brilliance.


I’m fine with changing status quo, but not in letting go
Now the world is being torn apart
A terrible catastrophe played by your symphony,
what a terrifying work of art!  © Eurobeat Brony – Discord

Mysterion vs Professor Chaos! 

i was really inspired by this song and i always wanted to draw these guys against each other. so, here is it. actually, the original idea was more epic and included not only Mysterion and…i think i’ll draw another superhero art as soon as i can. so i call this artwork as 1st version of my idea.


Footage of the attack played constantly on every news network: Hong Kong destroyed in just a matter of hours.

“The world’s ending,” Liza said numbly.

“It’s just one city,” Will grunted. “On the other side of the world.”

Then Tokyo was gone. There was endless speculation about the origin of the extraterrestrials, the details of their biology, and the capabilities of their technology. China was in chaos; NATO tried to form a hasty plan of action; North Korea launched a dozen nuclear weapons above their own airspace and barely slowed down the armada.

“We’ll be safe,” Will said.

Liza shook her head. They were predicting how the nuclear fallout would progress.

“Why would they come here?” Will continued. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

Cities were extinguished like candles. Soon, only local news stations were left reporting on the latest disastrous rumors. At last, the power went out.

“What do we do?” Liza said.

“We’ll be alright,” Will answered.

“How?” Liza asked her husband in disbelief.

“I took care of things.”

“You mean … what do you mean?”

“I made a deal,” Will said brusquely.

“You mean … we moved, so …” And suddenly, Liza knew it was possible to live with monsters.

Chasing Sunsets (The Alchemy of Fairytales #3)

“I miss you like the moon misses the sun, destined to chase it till the end of time.” - Anonymous

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Legends tell the stories of how the world came to be. How the skies filled the heavens and how land became solid against our feet.

In the beginning, there was nothing. Just complete and utter darkness. Chaos, they called thee, a void that threatened to swallow everything in its wake.

And then, there was light.

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Baltic mythology: Andaja

Andaja is thought to be the very first Baltic deity. It is not clear what kind of goddess she is and there are a few versions about her name’s etymology which might lead to her origins.

One version is based on words antai (used when referring to direction), andai (used when talking about past events) and vanduo (water) which point to the idea that Andaja, as the very first deity, created the world of aquatic chaos. One of the Lithuanian myths about world creation also claims that land rose out of water.

Another version claims that Andaja is not a deity at all but a curse. Lithuanian warriors cursed using words janda, angis and often used it alongside names of gods (like Perkūnas, god of thunder) which might prove why it was confused for a goddess. Angis is one of the Lithuanian words for ‘snake’ and is still commonly used nowadays while janda is close to unknown and more likely refers to Junda, goddess of war, whom Lithuanians called during battles. However, this version about Andaja being just a misunderstood curse was not approved.