Aphrodite walks down the street, an unassuming young woman. She watches the men who follow women around, clawing at their hair, their clothes. She curses them on a watery tongue. They will drown on their own words tonight.
Athena is at war in the senate seat, the streets, in her own head. She’s a strategist, a wise, nasty woman. She stands for the people who are thrown to the wolves, and gives them a sword so they can be the heroes she knows them to be.
Artemis hunts down the abusers, the takers, the grim reapers. She shoots arrows of truth and revolution into the hearts of survivors. She is always just ahead in the tree line, crying for you to be free.
Hera is the school teacher, the grandmother, a victim who notices your wounds and stays with you. She is a mother, firm grip on your shoulder as you stand up against violence, against anything bad for you. You will win today, you have no other choice. She looks at you and survival is etched in her face.
Hecate is the friend that tells you to leave the asshole, who is a bodyguard, who threatens their tongues with their wrath. She cannot be moved, grounded in the earth.
Hestia is a social worker who takes in runaways. She holds picket signs and feeds those who would not be fed. Who makes homes for the lost, the aged, the sick. She sees their strength and their trial by fire. She rewards them for their triumph up to this point.
Persephone knows how to fight for her love, how to break your mother’s heart for knowing who you are and what you want, realizing that was not what your family wanted. She waves pride flags, she sips wine at gay bars.
Based on the promo pics from 208. Yes, 208! Alec and Maia and wet secrets.
“What can I get you?” asks the girl behind the bar - Maia - with a wide smile.
The party is in full swing and Alec decided to
get a refill - if he held an empty glass in his hand for a minute longer, it would start looking suspicious.
Peering around furtively, Alec leans over the bar to request quietly, “I’ll have the special from the fridge.”
Maia raises an eyebrow. “O-kay,” she replies, drawing the word out, probably wondering what kind of a “special” he could mean, considering that there are vampires standing over by the door, sipping O-negative.
Bending down, she opens the mini-fridge. And then she pauses. And then she stares. And then she looks up. “There’s just cranberry juice in here,” she points out.
Alec nods, looking slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I don’t really… like alcohol,” he mutters, “that’s why I… uh.” He waves his empty
glass. “Cranberries are good for your kidneys,” he informs her helpfully.
Grinning, Maia takes his glass and fills it with the juice out of anyone’s sight. When she straightens up again and hands him back his glass, she winks. “Your secret is safe with me,” she promises quietly.
Alec smiles, startled, then he grins, too. “Thank you,” he whispers back. And then he goes back to mingling. He and his boyfriend are hosting a party, after all!
34 with 2d being poetic and lovey and possibly they're a bit drunk love
“These stars are nothin’ compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes,” 2D drunkenly slurs, sitting next to you on a hill. He bumped shoulders with you, making you look towards him. He had a sick-in-love smile that only made you wave your bottle of wine in the air, having the inside slosh like the sea.
“You’re only sayin’ that because… Because you love me.” Bobbing his head slowly, Stu puffed out his cheeks, taking a swig out of your wine bottle.
“Not only cuz’ I love you, love,” He said, making you laugh.
“You said love twice,” you giggled, making him laugh just a tad as well. Stu leaned in to kiss you, even though he accidentally planted a sloppy kiss on your eye.
“No, no, (y/n), listen,” he garbled, pulling you into a hug with a single arm. Pivoting his head towards the starry sky, he put out his hand as if he was touching the entire galaxy. “You’re my whole universe… Your breaths, all of your breaths, become the incandescent milky way.”
“Oh, oh, that was a very good one,” you murmured, biting your bottom lip. “Well, Stu, you’re voice is my favorite sound.”
“That’s not very poetic, (y/n)-”
“Nonono,” you stopped him. “I’m not done. When you touch me, like now, when you wrap your entire, lengthy arm around me, I don’t feel protected, not at all- I feel free, because Stuart, Stu Pot, Stu, you make me free and you make me love you more than anyone else I’ve loved before… You make my heart wander- You’re the sky, that sky right up there, see it?” He smiled at you, pulling you closer, looking up to the midnight sky.
“I see it, it’s right above us…”
“Stuart Pot, you are my galaxy, and I can be your milky way, if you want me to.”
“Oh, love, you already know that you’re my whole universe…” Chuckling, he pulled you in for a kiss, an elongated one at that, falling onto his back afterwards. You layed down with him, turning your head to get a good look at him.
“We should get wine-drunk more often,” you said, sliding your hand through the grass to reach his hand. As you finally latched on, he squeezed back, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.
“There wouldn’t be a better person to do it with, love.”
Title from “I Can Hear The Bells.” PG, ~1700 words, mostly fluff. Thanks to skivvy for the soulmate identifying idea!
Kurt brightened when he saw Blaine approaching from across the street, clearly coming over for their mutual fifteen-minute breaks - Kurt’s from the flower shop, and Blaine’s from Starbucks. Blaine always brought over a couple of drinks for them to share, claiming his employee discount was too good not to use, even if he didn’t always have a reason to take advantage of Kurt’s discount in return.
When Blaine entered with his phone pressed against his ear and a frustrated look on his face, however, Kurt became concerned.
“Yeah, Mom, I kn - of course I’m happy for Coop - I actually met my soulmate, too, Mom!” Blaine said. He wasn’t being particularly loud, but his voice rang through the quiet flower shop all the same, taking on an echo in Kurt’s head.
Met my soulmate
Met my soulmate
Met my soulmate
Kurt’s heart sank into the sewers below. He’d known for a few weeks now that Blaine was his soulmate - ever since he heard Blaine laugh at one of his jokes, hearty and genuine. He was hoping that Blaine would hear his Sound in return soon, because he wasn’t sure if Blaine would believe him without proof, but apparently that hope was misplaced.
Are You Fucking Kidding Me? - Bucky x Reader (3/?)
Request from @bxckytrxsh : Hey :) I have a request for you! I think a fic where the reader is Steve’s sister so she is at the tower and develops a crush on Bucky could be cool, especially if you wrote it! Could be protective Steve and flirty Bucky idk? PS I love all of your stories
You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking… ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.
A/N: I am actually very happy with how this part came out. I just felt like it flowed much better than the first part, and I hope you enjoy! This is Part II of The Feast of Starlight for naryamirie.
You couldn’t help but bring a hand up to grasp Legolas’ arm. The pure beauty of what stood before you was too much to handle.
One of the walls had been collapsed in the hall, revealing the ebony night sky with its sparkling ivory stars. They glittered and twinkled and danced, some larger than others while others were small and hardly seemed to be there at all. You marveled at the moon with your mouth slightly ajar.
Then you tore your eyes away from the sky and looked to Legolas, positively beaming at the tall blonde elf.
“Why don’t you do this every night? It’s marvelous! I could stand here for hours watching the stars dance.”
Who about an imagine where Lena and kara (your girlfriends) keep trying to impress your mother cat at Christmas while your mother tries to see how much she can get them to do.you,Alex and Maggie are mocking them in the backround.
“Mother, give them a break,” you sigh next to the blonde woman sitting at your kitchen counter and take a sip of your whine. Kara and Lena have just finished their third trip down 7 flights of stairs to get all of the bags from your mother’s car down on the street.
“I have been out of wine for 10 minutes!” Cat waves her empty wine glass at the two out-of-breath women and shoots you a bemused glance as they scramble to fill it back up.
“Anything else, Ms. Grant?” Kara asks nervously.
“Anything else, Ms. Grant?” her sister echoes mockingly from the other end of the kitchen and snickers towards Maggie over her beer.
“That’ll be all, for now.”
“Oh my God, they’re going to kill themselves trying to impress you,” you groan and drain the rest of your own glass.
The Winchesters are the richest family in your hometown of
Lawrence, Kansas. John Winchester has his hands in just about everything
in town. Oldest son Dean helps his father run the company. Younger son
Sam wants nothing to do with the family business and is constantly
getting in trouble. Your parents have just died and you find out that
your father owed John Winchester a LOT of money
John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Donna Hanscum
Winchester, Sarah Winchester (OC Dean’s daughter), Bobby Singer, Karen
Singer, Amy Singer (OC Reader’s sister), Reader, Jody Mills, Fergus
Sam managed to recover his voice. “What the hell Dad! You can’t just order people to get married!”
“I’m not ordering you.” John insisted. “I’m giving you a choice, Sam. Marry Y/N or go to prison and be disinherited.”
“I am not marrying Sam!” You shrieked. “This whole conversation is insane!”
“That’s your choice. Then you have one week to pay me the money you owe me.” John said matter-of-factly.
“Where is this coming from, Dad?” Dean asked, clearly frustrated. “Why are you doing this?”
“I have my reasons.” John replied.
“And If I were to agree to this, what would the terms be?” Sam asked suddenly.
You shot him a look of surprise. Was he kidding?
“You get married, with a real wedding. You live together. You stay married for at least 3 years. Those are the terms.” John stated. “I know this is a big decision. I want to give you both time to think about it. We will meet back here in two days time. I want your answers then.”
“Are we done here?” You demanded. John nodded. Grabbing your purse, you marched out of his office before you lost it and punched something, or someone..