the daughters of devotion

anonymous asked:

Can you do a gods and monsters based on Ares? (This series is amazing!! Thank you for writing it!!!

a continuation of this

Ares, the God of War, has a throne on Olympus, has followers and temples and tributes.

Ares, the God of War, has the screams of the dead and damned echoing around in his skull, and has not had a moment’s peace since his father declared his dominion over battle.


He tries to ignore them. He can’t stay on Olympus, not anymore where his father’s proud gaze follows him and he can’t help but flinch from it. At first he hides in his mother’s rooms, curling up on her lap and crying like he hasn’t since he was very small. “I can hear them,” he says, tears dripping down his nose and onto her dress, “I can hear them calling for me.”

She combs her fingers through his hair and drops soft kisses onto his forehead. “I’ll kill him. How dare he – how dare he.”

“You will do no such thing,” he says, and turns so he’s looking up at her. He presses his hand to her cheek, and she leans into his touch. Her eyes are alight with fury and grief, and it soothes him just to see them. Her eyes are his eyes, are his brother’s eyes. “You are the goddess of marriage. To kill your husband would be to kill yourself. Would you make me an orphan, Mother?”

There is a war raging within him now, soldiers and generals and widows crying out for him, but for now all he is worried about is preventing a war within his home.

Nothing would tear apart the pantheon so firmly as to pit Zeus against Hera.

She doesn’t say anything, but her grasp on his hand becomes almost painful, so he will take that as agreement.


He can only stay away for so long. He must go to whoever invokes him most strongly, to who builds him the biggest altars, to who provides the largest sacrifice. He is not a god who is lucky enough to be able to watch his domain from afar, to simply provide blessings and guidance. The screaming inside of him quiets only when he joins them on the battlefield, only when he is in the thick of it with a sword in his hand is it quiet enough for him to think.

Only when his battle fury turns the tide of a war is he, even just briefly, free from the crushing weight of his followers and his domain.

He does not get to choose which side to support. Whoever worships him more, whatever side invokes his name the strongest is the one who gets his aid.

He shows up sobbing at his mother’s door, whole body vibrating in pain because the soldiers shout his name in a glorious chorus and he should be with them now, but instead he’s here. Hera grabs his upper arms to keep him upright, eyes wide and concerned.

“I don’t want them to win,” he confesses, the words making his lips burn, “the soldiers are simply soldiers, but the generals and lords and kings seek glory for money, for profit, for nothing but selfishness. Their enemies only want to live.”

“I will take care of it,” she swears to him, and he has no idea how she expects to do that. Yet he trusts she’ll find a way, because she always does. He comes to his mother, asking her to help him, and she always has. “Now go, before you are hurt even more.”

He goes.


Hera had no influence on the battlefield.

But it is not solely the battlefield where tributes are made.

She is the goddess of marriage and family.

She goes to wives and husbands, to sons and daughters, to sisters and brothers. She whispers in their ears, speaks of devotion and fealty, makes them all wail for their missing family members caught up in a war none of them wanted.

Hera brings their grief and desperation to the fore, until they’re nearly mad with their need to have their family brought home.

They build a temple to Ares, sacrifice gold and food and anything of value they can spare. They cry prayers over hearth fires, and burn messages to the god of war to bring their family members home.


The tides change. He’s midway through the battle when the he feels the shift, when he realizes his mother somehow did as she promised and he no longer has to fight for these people, that now he can fight against them.

He doesn’t want to fight at all. But if he must, then at least he can fight for those he believes in.

Ares doesn’t allow himself to fall into bitterness or anger at his father often. But he wishes, not for the first time, that Zeus had named him the god of justice, of peace, of fairness, of loyalty. That Zeus had named him the god of something he believed in, something he could believe in fighting for.

All war does is kill good men and women, all it does is breed resentment and anger in the victors and losers both.

Although. Ares is of the opinions that wars never have any true victors. Just people that lose less than the people they’re fighting.


There is a lull. No one is invoking him powerfully enough that he can’t ignore their cries.

He goes to Haephestus’s volcano and slides into a magma pool, the burning heat of the lava the perfect temperature to work out the knots of stress in his back and thighs.

“It’s unnerving to see you in there,” his brother says, and Ares opens his eyes to see Hephaestus looking down at him in concern. “You look tired.”

Permanent purple bruises have formed under his eyes. He can’t remember the last time he saw himself without them. Everything hurts, it always hurts, even when there is peace there are people who covet war and call out to him and it tears at him whenever he leaves a tribute unanswered. He’s exhausted and rode hard, stretched so thin that he’s terrified he’ll snap at any moment.

He looks at Hephaestus’s concern and admits to him something he hasn’t told anyone, something he’s too afraid to say to his mother just in case she decides to smite Zeus for it. “I think that these wars might be killing me.”

His brother’s face goes tight, but he doesn’t say anything. That’s all right. Ares hadn’t expected him to – there really is nothing to say.

He wonders if the screams will still find him in death.


“I need a favor,” Hephaestus says the next time Athena comes to visit, wringing his hands, anxious in a way he usually doesn’t let anyone see.

Athena tilts her head to side. “I’m listening.”


Ares is resting, the moon high as he lays back in the middle of the battle camp and tries to quiet the cries in his head enough to catch even an hour of sleep.

“War is not just about fighting, about blood and battle.”

His eyes pop open and he looks over to see Athena sitting by his side. He pushes himself up cautiously. “Sorry?”

“You should pay more attention to the generals,” she says, “war isn’t won with blood. It’s won with strategy. With planning, with tactics.”

“I don’t know much about all that,” he admits, “it’s enough of a struggle just to keep up with the soldiers.”

Her face softens, “I know. That’s why I’m here. No one expects to win wars alone, Ares.”

This is how Athena, goddess of knowledge and weaving, becomes a goddess of war. She is a master of strategy, of planning campaigns, of ensuring that a victory on the battlefield remains a victory at home.

Some of his tributes go to her. Some people pray to Athena now instead of him.

He still hears the screaming. He still doesn’t sleep.

But it relieves just enough pressure that it feels like he can breathe again.


Ares and Athena are not the only names that get invoked on the battlefield.

Hades’s name has constantly been on their lips. They damn their enemies to a torturous afterlife, to thrice the pain and suffering they receive on the battlefield.

He tries to ignore it. It is not his domain. But the more he hears it, that more it stabs at him. Most of these people are soldiers. Cursing generals is well enough, but most soldiers didn’t choose to be here. He didn’t choose to be here.

Ares has never been to the underworld. It’s the one place his mother never let him venture.

He knows that the smart thing to do would be to go to his brother and ask him to speak to Hecate, the woman who raised him. Or even Hades himself – he doesn’t know how well Hephaestus knows the gods of the underworld. For all that he grew up there, he doesn’t speak of it much.

But if Hades’s wrath is to fall on anyone, Ares would rather it be him.

It’s easy enough to follow the souls of recently departed soldiers to the River Styx. Charon presses a hand to his shoulder and asks, “What business do you have here, God of War?”

“I knew a child who was called Kore,” he answers, and he doesn’t expect this to work, but he hopes it will. “I wish to speak to a woman who calls herself Persephone.”

He can’t see Charon’s face, but the air around him turns thoughtful. “It is summer. The Lady is with her mother.”


He’d forgotten about that.

“Then I request an audience with her husband,” he says, and he clasps his hands behind his back so that Charon can’t see them shaking. He can’t turn into a mess here. People are screaming in his mind, but he can’t let it get to him here, not if he wants anyone to take him seriously, not if he wants to help his fellow soldiers instead of hurting them.

“You are not dead, and so I cannot ferry you across the Styx,” Charon says, almost apologetically. “But – hold on.” He turns to the river, “Goddess Styx, could you come here?”

A little girl with skin even darker than Hephaestus’s and eyes and hair of soft grey appears in front of them. “Yes?”

Charon points to him, “He wishes to speak to our lord.”

Styx turns her grey eyes on him, and he can’t help but feel unnerved. She circles him, looking him up and down, seemingly looking into him. “Very well,” she says at last. She moves her arms together, then apart. Two sides of the river flow in opposite directions so that a dry walking path is revealed in the river bed. “Move quickly. The longer I maintain a break in my river, the longer things besides you may be able to sneak across.”

“Thank you,” he gives her a shallow bow, and then goes sprinting across the riverbed. It takes him longer than it should – the river is not overly wide, and it should be quick, but it seems like he runs nearly an hour to reach the other side. He heaves himself onto shore, panting, and as soon as he’s across the river comes crashing together once more, flowing back into the proper direction.


He makes it to Hades’s palace, but once again it takes longer than it seems it should. It takes too long, he’s been away from the battle field too long, and it shows. He tries to pull himself together, he’s come too far to fall apart now, but it seems to be a wasted effort. The screaming of people crying his name is so loud he can’t hear anything else, and it paralyzes him, he can’t move, he can’t feel, his muscles are tense enough to snap because he needs to answer the people calling for him, but he can’t there’s no easy way out of the underworld so he’s just stuck here –

Suddenly it all cuts off to a dull roar, and he gasps as he comes back to himself, squeezing his eyes shut to keep from crying. Hands cup his face, and calloused thumbs wipe the tears from his cheeks. “You must be Ares,” a soft voice says, “Charon said you were coming. Are you all right?”

He forces his eyes open, and Hades, King of the Dead, swims into focus. “How are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” his eyebrows dip together. “What are you doing here?”

He grabs Hades’s hands, and pulls them from is his face, but leaves their fingers tangled together. Luckily Hades doesn’t pull away. Ares doesn’t know what would happen if he did. “I – I know that they invoke you to punish their enemies, on the battlefield. They dedicate some of the pyres to you and ask you to burn their enemies in death, for eternity.”

“I hear them,” he says, “I know what they say.”

“Try not to,” he begs, and he can hear the screaming still, he’s shaking and can’t stop and he wanted to appear strong while asking the god of the dead for a favor but he’s barely able to keep standing. “I know they ask of it, I know they erect tributes and we must all answer the call of our names, but they’re not evil. They – some of them are, I mean, but don’t – try not to – please,” he ends on, and it’s just not fair that the soldiers must continue fighting after their death. Most of them hadn’t wanted to fight while they were alive.

Hades still looks confused, and Ares will beg if he has to, he knows it’s hard to go against what worshipers demand but this is important. He’s about to try again when Hades says, “I am the god of the death, lord of the underworld. Ares, I hear their cries but I am not bound by them. I rule the dead. The dead do not rule me.”

He stares. He – he’s never heard of something like that before. He answers the call of war because he must, his mother is bound by the chains of her marriage because she is the goddess of family. Demeter’s power is from the earth and of the earth, and when it suffers she suffers, even Poseidon is not immune to the sea’s temperament. Their powers are all double edged, half blessing and half curse.

“Oh,” he settles on finally. “Kore – I mean, Persephone?” They tell tales of the punishments she inflicts on those that have upset her. He knew her as a child, and he’s less surprised than most by what she became.

“My wife does what pleases her, and nothing else,” Hades answers. Ares doesn’t understand. She is Queen of Life and Death, how can that not pull at her, how does it not twist her into a shape she doesn’t recognize?

“Okay,” he says, and he has to leave, but at least he no longer has to worry so much after fallen soldiers. “I apologize for the intrusion. I should go.”

Hades slides his hands up his arms, and settles at his shoulders, and oh, Ares becomes distracted enough by those hands on him that for a moment it’s almost quiet in his own head. “If you like. You may stay as well. It seems as if you could use some rest.”

He drops his head forward on Hades’s shoulder, and he likes the solidity of him, the undercurrent of strength and power he gives off. He’s never met the man before, this is entirely inappropriate, but when Hades’s hands settle onto his hips he wants nothing more than curl up in his arms and ignore the war for a little while.

Hades feels like peace. He’d forgotten what that felt like. “I can’t stay.”

The god of the dead presses a kiss to the edge of his jaw that ignites something in Ares that has been absent since before he was declared the god of war. He wonders what Hades would do if he kissed him properly, he wonders if he pulled off his blood and war stained clothes if Hades would touch his too-hot skin. “Then I request that you return,” the god of death says.

He shouldn’t. The time he manages to not be on a battlefield should be spent with his mother, or Hephaestus. He shifts enough to press their foreheads together. He looks into Hades’s dark eyes, and says, “I will.”

Ares returns to the midst of war feeling lighter than he has in a long time.

gods and monsters series, part xviii

read more of the gods and monsters series here


Cinderella (1950)

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom; peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman, and his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still, he felt she needed a mother’s care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife, a woman of good family, with two daughters just Cinderella’s age, by name, Anastasia and Drizella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother’s true nature was revealed: cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Cinderella’s charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair, for the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters while Cinderella was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. And yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.

Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

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For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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The eternal God is your refuge,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.
Deuteronomy 33:27
- God, your Father, is your shelter, your refuge and your recourse.
- He is the eternal faithful God.
- And He will support and carry you.
- REST in His ever-lasting arms, He wil carry you.

PRAYER: Lord Jesus, thank You that I can know what it means to be ‘carried by God’. May the knowledge that Your everlasting arms are underneath me, be real in my life. Amen

Dahmer’s Victims

I see a lot of posts about how they died (which is fine), but I wanted to make a post about how they lived. Like, what they were like as people. This information was scattered across multiple sources and incredibly difficult to find.

Steven Mark Hicks

1959-1978 (age 18) Steven, who went by Steve, was picked up by Dahmer whilst hitchhiking home from a rock concert. An activity he did often. He was four days away from his birthday, and had promised his parents he would be home in time for his dads birthday dinner. He was described as friendly, and well liked by everyone he met. He was close with his parents (Richard and Martha), and had a girlfriend at the time of his death. His parents were worried he smoked too much. Hicks often wore a necklace, and two bracelets. For thirteen years his parents held out hope he was alive somewhere. Steven was reportedly kind and chatty towards Dahmer.

Steven Walter Tuomi

1962- 1987 (age 24.) Tuomi simply went by Steve. He worked in a restaurant. He graduated from Ontonagon Area High School in 1981. His family reported him missing three months after his death. His grave was inscribed with the message; “We’ll love you forever.”

James Edward “Jamie” Doxtator

March 1st 1973- January 16th 1988 (age 14.) Jamie was a prostitute who’d had a few run ins with the law over this, but unfortunately was often treated as a criminal rather then a victim of sexual exploitation. Some reports say Doxtator was Hispanic, but most say he was Native American. His mother, Debbie Vega, in her only statement to the press on the matter, stated her sons favourite bible verse was “…Forgive them father, they know not what they do…”, but that Dahmer should not be forgiven for his crimes. Both photos circulated in the media were mugshots. A few reports say he was homeless at the time of his death, but official state records say he was living with his mother at the time. His grave is inscribed with the above mentioned bible verse and an etching of a buck and a deer.

Richard Guerrero

1967-1988 (age 21.) A young bisexual man who’s sister described him as a “mama’s boy.” He was last seen on the way to his friends house. His sister protested a Haunted Milwaukee walking tour focused on Dahmer.

Anthony L. Sears

January 28th 1965 - March 26th 1985 (age 24). Known to friends as Tony, Sears was an aspiring model. He worked at a restaurant and had recently got a promotion. His friend Jefferey Connor drove Tony and Jeffrey to Dahmer’s grandmother’s house. Years later he testified at Jeffrey Dahmer’s trial. Connor and Sears had been friends for 3 years and Tony had promised to call Connor the next morning. 

Raymond Lamont Smith aka Ricky Beeks

1957-1990 (age 32.) Smith had a daughter who was ten at the time of his death. He often left his family for long periods of time. He had spent time in jail, and was involved in prostitution. His family believed he had died a year prior in a shooting.

Edward Warren Smith

August 2nd 1962 - June 14th 1990 (aged 27.) Known as Eddie, or sometimes “Sheik”. According to some reports he was an acquaintance of Dahmer. He often wore a “turban like headband”. Some say he was estranged from his family, his sister claimed otherwise. She also claimed to have got a call from a man she believed was Dahmer, telling her he had killed her brother. After his death his sister and a lawyer talked about starting a company known as “Jeffrey Dahmer Inc.” where she hoped that she, other victims families, and even Dahmer himself could go into business selling Dahmer merchandise. 

Ernest Miller

1967-1990 (age 22.) Miller was a dance student who met Dahmer outside a book store. He wanted to leave his home in Chicago because of the violence. His grandmother described him as a very nice person. Friends described him as outgoing and sociable. Miller’s grandmother claimed she got a call from a man a week after Ernest’s disappearance, chanting “help me”, and later calls of choking and groaning sounds. She believed the caller was Dahmer.

David Thomas

1968-1990 (age 23.) David was the father of a toddler aged little girl. He was on probation for retail theft at the time of his death. The mother of his daughter described him as a devoted and loving father.

Curtis Durrell Straughter

April 6th 1973 - February 18th 1991 (age 18). Straughter lived with his grandmother, Catherine. He was estranged from some of his family members due to his sexual orientation. He had recently lost a job as a nursing assistant and hoped to become a model and earn a University degree. His friend Bernell Howard wrote a song about him after his disappearance. To his friends, he went by the name “Demetra”. His friends were surprised to learn he was among Dahmers victims as Straughter reportedly did not like white men. The mother of Anthony Sears suspects Dahmer claimed to be a professional photographer who could help with Curtis’ modeling career.

Errol Lindsey

1971-1991 (age 19.) Lindsey was a faithful Christian. He played the drums and sang in the church choir. He was described as an outgoing and friendly man, nicknamed by some “Cool Breeze”. He was also a fan of rap music, and lifted weights. His friends said Lindsey rarely drank or went out to bars.

Tony Hughes

1959-1991 (age 31). Hughes was deaf and mute. He was very close with his family. His sister said he knew Dahmer since October of 1989. Recently moved to Madison, Wisconsin with a group of friends after being “shaken” by the murder of his next door neighbour. Hughes had contracted pneumonia as a baby which caused him to lose his hearing. Tony had five siblings and graduated from the Delavan School For the Deaf.

Konerak Sinthasomphone

1976-1991 (age 14.) The youngest of four brothers, Konerak enjoyed playing soccer, swimming and talking on the phone with his friends. He liked to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Tom and Jerry and would draw pictures of the charactersHe was excited about learning to drive in the coming years and was passionate about sports cars. Konerak tried to find humour in every situation. Sinthasomphone was very close with his brothers and parents. They had come to America from Laos when he was four years old. One brother, Somsack, had been drugged and molested by Dahmer in 1988, and the family believed Dahmer was in jail. Konerak’s parents have said their sons respect towards adults and authority figures may have been what led to him being lured by Dahmer. Konerak famously managed to escape from Dahmer’s apartment, but was brought back to the residence by police. Konerak spoke perfect english but was reportedly unable to do so at the time, possibly due to the head injury inflicted by Dahmer. (Though his father claimed the officers simply didn’t bother trying to listen to his son.) His brother Anoukone stated nobody could have reasonably thought his brother looked 19, a lie from Dahmer the police believed. The Sinthasomphone’s, including Konerak, were devout Buddhists. 

Matt Turner aka Donald Montrell

1971 - 1991 (age 20).  Matt Turner was described as bright and articulate. At the time of his death he had run away from home and was living in a halfway house. Turner/Montrell sang in his church’s choir. He met Dahmer at a Chicago pride parade.

Jeremiah Weinberger

1967-1991 (age 23.) Jeremiah had a lot of friends. He worked in customer service. According to Dahmer, Weinberger was exceptionally affectionate compared to other men he’d been with. He survived for two days after Jeffrey Dahmer performed an amateur lobotomy on him. His friends handed out and plastered flyers with his face around town with a toll free number to call with information after his disappearance. Described as outgoing and friendly, he was an amateur artist and kept his things exceptionally organized. He was also concerned with dressing well and always looking his best.

Oliver Lacy

1966-1991 (age 24.) Lacy was a body building enthusiast with a 2 year old son. He was a track star in high school. He disappeared after going to the mall, last seen buying an ice cream cone.

Joseph Bradhoft

1965-1991 (age 25.) The father of three children, he had recently moved in with his brother to look for a job. Bradhoft did have a domestic assault charge against his girlfriend. According to police records, he punched her and threatened to slash the tires of her car. He enjoyed sports and fishing. 

sources: newspaper articles, family statements, FBI files, US criminal records

Fantasy Daddy Simulator -- Final Fantasy XV x Dream Daddy Headcanons (Part 1)

Okay, I’m far too impatient to wait until this is all finished. SO HERE! Have the first part to the FFXV x Dream Daddy headcanons. c: It’s fun to write, that’s for sure, and it’s cool to think about the fun scenario of all these single dads. I hope you guys enjoy the day I go on our Fantasy Daddies though!
(So weird to say that, not gonna lie…)


  • Let’s add about 15-20 years on these boys. Give them time for the children to grow older.
  • Let’s also say they live in that cul-de-sac area just like from Dream Daddy.
  • And the children are just me throwing dumb thoughts your way. Because yay for thinking up of headcanons (and child characters unmentioned!).


Featuring: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, and Gladiolus Amicitia

Noctis Lucis Caelum – Divorced, Father of Three Boys

Likes: Fishing, Sleeping In, Telling Stories About The Good Ol’Days
Dislikes: Veggies, Cooking Heathy Things For His Kids, Not Being Able to Fish or Sleep

  • He was married to Lunafreya Nox Fleuret as part of an arranged marriage ordeal. But as time passed, they came to realize that they never really got the live they life they wanted to when they were immediately married at twenty-years old.
  • So they mutually divorced, yet they still remain very big and important figures in their kids lives, despite having a shared custody over them.
  • Noctis takes the kids for a month and then they alternate back and forth. But luckily for Noctis, Lunafreya just lives up the road, so they boys can really just pick where they want to go.
  • The boys ultimately decide that they’d rather live with their dad more than their mom. No offense to Lunafreya, really! They’re just, you know, more okay with Noctis being a chill dad than with Lunafreya being a proper lady mom.
  • Noctis is the kind of dad who will pretend to be asleep until noon on his days off, refusing to get up even when his little boys would jump on him and demand his attention.
  • Or demand food. Can’t they just make ramen like how Uncle Gladio taught them? Damn… Now he’d have to break out that emergency cookbook Ignis made him.

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AESTHETIC MEME: [¼] fairy tales: cinderella.
here in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman, and his little daughter, cinderella. although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still, he felt she needed a mother’s care. and so he married again, choosing for his second wife, a woman of good family, with two daughters just cinderella’s age, by name, anastasia and drizella.


(The daughter of sea and sky, a messenger, and goddess of rainbows.)

Small devotional acts.

  • Thank her/think of her every time you see a rainbow*
  • Wear bright colors*
  • Get a (rainbow) prism*
  • PRIDE!*
  • Tie-dye some of your clothes**
  • Hang stained glass decorations**
  • Go to a firework show**
  • Paint something using lots of bright colors**
  • When watering plants outside, try to see the rainbow reflected in the water**
  • Get a rainbow temporary tattoo
  • Go outside and enjoy the rain
  • Listen to music that makes you feel refreshed and calm
  • Read the local newspaper
  • Visit the ocean
  • Go cloud gazing
  • Use a picture of a rainbow as your screensaver
  • Put fairy lights in your room - bonus if they’re rainbow colored
  • Run some errands for someone when they need a break!
  • Get a sweet drink - hot or iced
  • Spend time outside doing absolutely nothing
  • Pick up feathers with an iridescent shine
  • Text that person you’ve been meaning to, but keep on forgetting
  • Try a new shade of makeup
  • Buy some prism glasses 
  • Paint your room/rooms a new color
  • Spray mist just to see the rainbows
  • Be kind to all interns and assistants!
  • Look to the night sky, and the stars - there’s more colors there than you can ever see
  • Take pictures whenever you see a rainbow
  • Wear more glitter and sparkles
  • Many, many, many other things not said here

* Contributed by @conchbirth and ** contributed by anon.

Jane Austen’s “Emma” Meta-analysis

The first time I read “Emma,” I had only one critique. I sincerely hoped that, by the end of the novel, Mr. Woodhouse would grow from a caricature to a character. And I thought Austen had the perfect opportunity- Emma’s fear to leave her invalid father for her new husband- and then ignored it. 

I was wrong. Mr. Woodhouse’s eccentricity allows Jane Austen to slip in a sucker punch against the patriarchy. At this point, it’s either rant to Tumblr or bother my hot Brit Lit professor.

Let’s recap slightly. Emma and Knightley acknowledge their love for each other, but Emma can’t bear to leave her father. To make their marriage possible, Knightley agrees to move to Hartfield for the foreseeable future.

Does anyone notice how radical that is? 

Under typical norms, Emma gives up her name, home, and identity. Moving into her husband’s house is just one facet of becoming legally and emotionally subservient.  But Mr. Knightley moves in with them. He takes on the feminine gender role. Knightley leaves his home for his wife’s domain.

This isn’t just a single subversive act, it’s a way for Austin to demonstrate a critique of marriage at large. For the rest of the novel, the side characters tut about poor Knightley, losing his own personal space, facing horrid in-laws. The problems of marriage are considered inconsequential when faced by powerless young women. However, by subjecting an independent older bachelor to them, Austen shows the flaws in the marital contract. 

- Wait, but isn’t the marriage plot the entire point of Jane Austen?-

This is where things get cool.

Austen gets away with it because she puts the impetus back on Mr. Woodhouse. Emma isn’t being subversive or feminist, she’s just a devoted daughter. For a conservative readership, this just plays into a different set of gender norms. The attack on marriage is veiled under a defense of paternal piety. Austen challenges the patriarchy…. under the cover of patriarchy!!!!

You knew she was a badass.

When your daughter gets her first period when you’re not home

Anonymous : Bts reaction to your daughter getting her first period when you´re not home? Thanks!


When your daughter tells her father she’s bleeding and she doesn’t know what to do, Namjoon’s face goes blank for a few moments. It’s like his brain stopped working. He just stands in front of her, mouth slightly open like he’s going to say something, eyes wide open in shock. When she starts to get teary eyes, Namjoon startles and leads her to the bathroom. He looks for sanitary pads and gives it to her with a serious look on his face. « I read that you should start with that. You have other options but for now I think it’s the easiest one. When your mother comes back you’ll ask her for better advices, okay sweetheart ? » He nervously waits for her to take a hot shower and takes her in his arms when she gets out the bathroom.


Your daughter have to tell his father but she knows he’s gonna be a ball of nervousness. Taehyung is indeed pretty much at the edge of a panic attack. He just anxiously follows her while she’s looking for what she needs in your drawers. When she closes the bathroom door to wash herself, Tae feels completely useless. Your daughter doesn’t blame him at all. In fact, he’s the best father in the world. When she comes back to her bedroom to find a fort made with sheets, she chuckles. Yes, she got the best father in the world. She bend herself to get under the sheets and Taehyung is waiting for her with a big hot bottled water, warm blankets and hot cacao milk, her favorite movie playing on his laptop.


« Baby, our daughter just told me she got her first period. You need to tell me what to do before I begin to freak the fuck out. » Jin sends you a text and waits patiently for your reply after leading his daughter to the bathroom. You text him back and Jin does everything you say. Your daughter gets out the bathroom and Jin explains to her how to use sanitary pads and tells her he’s gonna wait in the living-room. When she’s done, she seems really tired and scared and Jin’s heart breaks a little. He puts a blanket on her shoulder and hugs her tight, rocking her slowly as he quietly sighs : « Why do my little girl have to grow up so fast…? »


Hoseok is simply taken off guard when he sees his daughter getting out the toilet with tears rolling down her cheeks. When she tells him why, Hoseok freezes and can’t say anything else but « what ? ». It takes him several minutes to shut the fuck up and actually do something. He desperately looks for what she needs in the entire house, yelling « Don’t worry honey ! Appa is here for you ! Appa is gonna find it ! ». Even if she’s in pain, he makes her laugh.


« Where the fucking fuck do she puts those motherfucking… » Yoongi is mumbling like the grandpa he is, searching for sanitary pads. He’s really anxious and doesn’t know what to do. His daughter is in pain and he just can’t stand it. And he can’t find those fuckers ! He rushes out the bathroom and knocks on your daughter’s door. « I didn’t find them so I’m going out. I’ll come back soon, okay ? ». Your daughter doesn’t have to wait long. She smiles when she sees how much he actually bough. There’s sanitary pads for six months, noodles and hot soup, donuts, pain killers, hot bottled water and even a little frog plush. Yoongi caresses her cheek and smiles « I know you’re not a little girl anymore, but it was so cute it reminded me of you…»


Jimin is really nervous but try his best to stay calm in front of his daughter. He gets everything she needs and stays on her side, ready to help her with anything. Our little mochi is devoted to his daughter and his golden heart is entirely dedicated to her well being. He carries her to her bed and puts the sheets over her, making sure she’s warm enough. When she begins to cry because of the pain, Jimin gets really emotional. « Don’t cry, honey… I hate it when you cry… » He brings her pain killers and a hot cup of tea, and strokes her hair until she falls asleep.


This kid has no idea what to do. He has no clue on what’s going on and watches his daughter do everything. Like Taehyung, he doesn’t leave her side and stays with her even if he’s useless. When she’s done, he takes her on his arms and leads her to her bedroom. He gets her a warm blanket and asks her every five minutes if she needs anything else. She tells him she just needs him to be there, and Jungkook feels a little better. He lies next to her and let her huddle up against him, the warmness of her father’s arms enough to ease the pain.

New Dad Shiro

Here are some Allura and Shiro having a baby (more specifically Shiro reacting to being a father) HCs that no one asked for but I made anyways:

  • Shiro and Allura had been married for a few years before they decided to have kids
  • Shiro had always wanted to have kids bc he loves them so much and family meant so much to him growing up
  • When Allura tells Shiro she’s pregnant, Shiro all but loses his mind bc that means he’s gonna be a dad and they’re gonna have a little baby to raise and omg wait it’s actually inside Allura right now omg omg omg
  • He tells everyone he works with and all of his friends bc he cannot contain his excitement
  • From that moment forth, Shiro dotes on Allura 24/7 and is constantly checking up on her
  • He even drives her to work and cooks more meals and does more housework
  • He insists that Allura rest most of the time and that she shouldn’t be waking up so early, especially when it’s the weekend and she can sleep in
  • Sometimes Allura is a little annoyed by Shiro’s worry and protectiveness, but it’s also sweet bc it shows he really cares about her and the baby
  • Then they find out the baby is going to be a girl and Shiro is sobbing bc he’s gonna be a real dad and have a daughter and he cannot wait
  • They go out and buy a crib and paint and decorations for the nursery
  • Shiro tries his best to put everything together, but, of course, he needs some help from Allura bc IKEA directions are confusing
  • He doesn’t allow Allura to go up on the ladder while painting, so she does the bottom half and he does the top
  • Shiro would often lay in bed and press his ear and hands against Allura’s belly to hear and feel the baby moving around inside of her and he still can’t believe there’s a real baby in there and it’s his baby and he’s gonna be a dad
  • As Allura’s due date gets closer, Shiro starts to really worry about the baby bc he’s so afraid something will go wrong
  • He goes to every single doctor’s visit and asks questions that make Allura roll her eyes and the doctor chuckle
  • Then he starts going almost everywhere with Allura just in case the baby decides to come early and she he can make sure that she’s not straining herself while shopping or something
  • Then one day Shiro gets a call at work saying that Allura was going into labor and needed to go to the hospital
  • It takes a minute for it to sink in and he literally sprints to his car to drive to the hospital bc holy shit Allura is having the baby now
  • He gets to the hospital and he’s so nervous and stressed he’s shaking and can’t form sentences and somehow the nurses figure out where he needs to be
  • Shiro holds Allura’s hand as she delivers the baby and he’s surprised it isn’t broken by the end
  • He practically passes out as Allura is giving birth bc so much was happening
  • But, in the end, a healthy baby girl is brought into the world and Shiro is sobbing as the doctor hands her to them
  • He is so happy that the baby is okay and that Allura is okay
  • Shiro feels like he is going to crush the baby bc he’s so big and she’s so tiny
  • Just look at her little tiny toes and little fingers and little everything
  • They get to go home after a few days and Shiro posts pictures of the baby online and shows photos to his coworkers bc he is so proud and happy
  • Lance, Hunk, Keith, Pidge, and Coran come and visit, Hunk bringing over meals for them
  • Shiro does the most he can for Allura and the baby while she’s an infant
  • He tries to make sure the work is divided evenly, considering that Allura is home alone with the baby while he’s at work all day
  • Shiro loves it when Allura visits him at work with the baby bc all of the little elderly women have been dying to meet his new daughter
  • Shiro loves his daughter to pieces and is so devoted to his family
  • He becomes a sort of stay at home dad once Allura can go back to work, but they mainly try to split work evenly, though he is usually the one to respond to emergencies at daycare bc his work is closer to the care center
  • Then, about two years later, Allura tells him she’s pregnant again and Shiro breaks down crying again
  • And this time they’re having twins

Get to Know Me Meme: [2/20] Animated Movies → Cinderella (1950)

“Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a tiny kingdom; peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman, and his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt she needed a mother’s care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife, a woman of good family, with two daughters just Cinderella’s age, by name, Anastasia and Drizella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother’s true nature was revealed: cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Cinderella’s charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair, for the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters while Cinderella was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. And yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.”

anonymous asked:

I love reading your thoughts on Scully and Gillian's perception of her. I wish she knew that we love Scully not because she's a scientist or because she kicks butt, but because of all the wonderfully human nuances she brought to the character. If you could prescribe her a few episodes to watch to remind her of Scully's complexity, which ones would you choose?

I love this ask so much and I apologise for the delay in responding. I decided to choose one episode from each season (otherwise I would name 50 episodes) and exclude the movies (it’s a given they should be included in any Scully homework). With that in mind, here are my picks:

Season 1. Beyond the Sea

This episode is the perfect starting point to refresh Gillian’s memory as to who Scully was before she became immersed in The X-Files. We see her as a loving and devoted daughter, a child in mourning, and a passionately loyal partner and friend to Mulder. Scully also reveals that she has faith despite her scientific skepticism, and draws on that to ultimately thwart Boggs’ attempts to manipulate her.

Season 2. Irresistible

Scully has never been comfortable with brutality against women and this, combined with her recent personal traumas, expose her vulnerabilities. But what I love about her in this episode is that she realises she needs help and she is brave enough to see a therapist and talk it through. The consummate professional, she remains active and focused on the case in spite of her fears. And even after Pfaster captures her, she is able to save herself before Mulder and the team arrive on the scene. Even in the final moments when she ultimately breaks down, there is no question about how strong and brave Scully is.

Season 3. Pusher

Right from the beginning, Scully recognises Modell as “a little man” and gives no credence to his supposed “powers.” She has no interest in his games, even as she can see Mulder getting caught in Modell’s web. Scully doesn’t hide how much she cares for Mulder and their tender moments in this episode say so much. Also, if it weren’t for Scully’s quick thinking during the final confrontation, Modell would’ve certainly won the game by “pushing” Mulder to kill Scully – which was clearly his endgame all along.

Season 4. Never Again

Feeling underappreciated, trapped, frustrated and defiant, Dana Scully has reached a breaking point in this episode. We see a damaged woman who has sacrificed so much, yet is feeling no recognition by Mulder as an equal on The X-Files. Scully is also revealed to be self-aware enough to note her own destructive behaviour pattern, though she ultimately refuses to curb her recklessness. And though she put herself in danger, she refuses to apologise to Mulder - even as he goads her in the final scene.

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濡羽の家の祟り婚 (Nureba no ie no tatarikon)

Black Lady (a label with connections to Hitsujigumo), has announced their first series! Themed around seasons, the series covers four candidates who step in to take the place of the head of your family after your father passes away. 

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

The 昭和 (Shōwa) era. 

A household, coated only in the deepest blacks…

In a certain mountain village of an unspecified prefecture exists the household of the 谷家 (Tanike) family, reputed to be wealthy. But due to a long-established custom, others were expected to avoid the household…

After the head of the household passes, however, the mother and the daughter (you) of the Tanike family devote themselves to searching for a new heir to continue the legacy.

And the person who appears is… 

The first candidate in question appears to be 松本正和 (Matsumoto Shouwa), an industrialist from Okayama who was close friends with the father of the Tanike family (the MC’s father).  The following monologue is apparently his: 

“I’ve always continued living, imagining what type of woman you would be. Even as I moved from place to place, those thoughts were my heart’s only comfort. 

In the spring, I caught one glance and knew it was you. 

If everything ends now, I have something to say to you.

You, and this black household are both mine. I will never hand them over to anyone else again.”

“Please rely on me. In place of your father.”

An excellent student, Shouwa continued his studies up until senior high school before he was conscripted into the army. After returning from service, he established his own business in Okayama and was successful in his exploits.

When sickness forced the head of the Tanike family to step down, Shouwa gained the trust of your father and became your fiancé.  

CVs (Respectively): 土門熱 (Satou Takuya) as Shouwa*, 刃琉 (???), 深川緑 (Kitayama Kyousuke), 黒瀬鷹 (Kuroda Takaya)

Release Dates: July 21st, August 17th, September 13th, October 25th, 2017.

*His volume is set in spring, and is entitled “thirst.” ( • v • )

First Meeting (Happy Mother’s Day)
Requested by Anon: canon missing scene where the Evans’ meet James and like his charming mischievous personality more than Petunia’s newest conceited beau Vernon (and Lily’s weird childhood friend Severus Snape).

Eliza Evans was perfectly content with her life and everything in it.

She had a wonderful husband who loved her very much. She lived in a small town where the neighbors were kind and generous. She had little but needed nothing thanks to her two girls. Out of everything in her life, Eliza was thankful for her baby girls. Eliza felt lucky to get to call two special girls like Petunia and Lily her daughters.

Petunia was the eldest and the textbook example of a devoted daughter. Petunia was always focused on becoming something to someone. Eliza knew that Petunia was a carbon copy of her in looks, minus the brown hair from Mr. Evans. Petunia carried Eliza’s looks well, always being the most fashionable one in the Evans’ household. It was no surprise to Eliza when Petunia grew up and left Cokesworth to attend a discounted typing course in London as soon as she’d saved enough money.

Petunia was quite capable on her own after eighteen years and Eliza didn’t worry even though Petunia was miles away in a big city. Petunia shared a flat with another girl in her class and barely scraped by on the bills but she made it very clear she had no intention of coming back to Cokesworth.

Eliza’s oldest daughter was drawn to the urban normalcy of London, a stark contrast to her little sister who thrived in unpredictable fantasy.

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anonymous asked:

can i ask you a loki x reader? i'd like some angst that ends with fluff, or if you don't like it, you can choose th ending haha i love your writing, this is why i feel like i can leave it all to you! thank you ❤️

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst + mentions of slaughter

Summary: Thanos is about to destroy Earth, when you, wife of Loki and daughter of a long forgotten goddess, stop him before he can end the planet.

A/N: okay, listen, this entire idea has been in my head for ages, mostly because I love the andromeda galaxy so much and always had this HC that in the MCU universe, the andromeda galaxy was born because of a goddess. so when I got this request, I was like “fuck this, I’LL DO IT!” so yeah. I really hope you guys like this, because I cannot tell you how happy I am with it.



A name that was feared by many these days.

Rightfully so, as he destroyed world after world, with the power of the Infinity Stones.

Few, like the Avengers, decided that it was up to them, to defeat this mad tyrant.

And within the Avengers, was someone that no one had expected to find there. Someone, that had wronged many of them, but despite all of that, still stood by their side and wanted to fight Thanos. Maybe because he actually cared about his brother and didn’t want him to die alone, or maybe, because he knew that Thanos would not spare Asgard.

And in Asgard, there was somebody waiting for him, that he could not lose.

Loki might have been considered a villain once and many might still think of him as one, but right now, he was a hero like the rest of them.

But Thanos was strong and the Avengers could only do so much.

It was only a matter of time, before the first Avenger would fall and then, all of them.


“(Y/N), I do not think it’s wise for you to go!” Sif followed you and almost had to run to keep up with you, “What if something happens to you? What if neither of you return? What am I supposed to tell him?”

You did not stop in your tracks, if anything, your pace fastened.

However, you did not leave without saying the things, that you so desperately needed Sif to hear.

“If I don’t come back, take Yarvin and flee. Promise me you will keep my child safe.”

The way you looked at her, like you were almost begging her to keep him safe.

How could she refuse?

“I promise,” she sighed and closed her eyes when your forehead touched hers. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

You smiled.

“I will.”

All you could do now, was hope that your plan would work.

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  • RTD: *calls Donna the Doctor's equal*
  • RTD: *has the Doctor put a ring on Donna's finger and has them stand under a "Just Married" banner in their first episode together*
  • RTD: *has basically every guest star character assume the Doctor and Donna are a couple*
  • RTD: *originally planned to write a Donna-esque companion into series four that the Doctor would fall in love with*
  • RTD: *okays an episode where Donna promises to raise the Doctor's daughter together, as well as an episode where they kiss*
  • RTD: *devotes a whole episode to the premise that without meeting Donna, the Doctor would have died*
  • RTD: *makes Donna and the Doctor each other's destiny*
  • RTD: "[Donna] loves the Doctor, she loves travelling with him"
  • RTD: "I think Donna is the first one to truly understand him. He can be completely honest with her, admitting when he’s scared, or lost, or powerless."
  • also RTD, somehow: *claims this is not a romance*
In Which (of all people) Alice Cooper Learns Juggie is Homeless and Decides to Rescue Him
  • Alice (storms into the Andrews House): there you are!!! All right, get your things, Forsythe, you're leaving. You will NOT be living here!
  • Fred: Is this because he's Betty's boyfriend and you don't want her with a homeless teen?
  • Alice: Of course not!
  • Fred: But he doesn't have any place to live!!
  • Alice: Yes he does---my guest room. I'm certainly not going to allow the likes of you and your SON to corrupt this fine young man, who helped fix my family and is so devoted to my daughter!
  • Fred: but his father is a Serpent...
  • Alice: unlike yourself, Fred Andrews...I do not hold such things against people! Perhaps if you hadn't been so quick to judge and send this poor boy's family into destitution, none of that would've happened, now would it have? I hold YOU responsible, not poor Forsythe
  • Fred: I.....uhhhh......
  • Alice: come with me, you poor lost lamb. What do you want for dinner? BTW, ground rules, "Jughead", I've bought Betty a brand new chastity belt, but I also know someone of your character and no ginger hair would never stoop to the level of a Jason or an Archie.....My, you DO like the color black, don't you?