who worships her

The Signs As Ancient Mythology:

Aries: ATHENA was the great Olympian goddess of wise counsel, war, the defence of towns, heroic endeavour, weaving, pottery and other crafts. She was depicted crowned with a crested helm, armed with shield and spear, and wearing the snake-trimmed aigis cloak wrapped around her breast and arm, adorned with the monstrous head of the Gorgon 

Taurus: CLYTEMNESTRA was the wife of Agamemnon, ruler of the Ancient Greek kingdom of Mycenae or Argos. In the Oresteia by Aeschylus, she was a femme fatale, who murdered her husband, Agamemnon said by Euripides to be her second husband and the trojan princess Cassandra, whom he had taken as war prize following the sack of Troy 

Gemini: ANANKE was the Greek Protogenos of necessity, fate, compulsion and inevitability. Emerging fully formed at the beginning of time and marking the beginning of it, her arms are entwined with Kronos’, encircling the universe. Together they surrounded all solid matter and divided it into earth, sea and sky. She is the mother of Fates. 

Cancer: PERSEPHONE  was a beautiful Goddess/Queen of the Underworld,wife of the god Hades. She was also the Goddess of Spring Growth, who was worshipped alongside her mother Demeter. 

Leo: APHRODITE was the Goddess of love and beauty. She is especially associated with the islands of Cyprus, Cythera and Kos. There are contradicting myths about her birth one describes the Greek Goddess Aphrodite as rising as an adult from sea foam. This was as a result of her father, Cronus, cutting off Uranus’s testicles and throwing them into the sea. 

Virgo: ERIS goddess of chaos and discord, was not invited to the marriage of Peleus and Thetis. Angered, she rolled a golden apple with the words ‘To the fairest one’. Hera, Aphrodite and Athena fought over who the apple belonged to, until Zeus appointed Paris - prince of Troy - to choose the fairest of the three. 

Libra: SELENE is the goddess of the moon. She is the daughter of the Titans Hyperion and Theia, and sister of the sun-god Helios, and Eos, goddess of the dawn. She drives her moon chariot across the heavens. 

Scorpio: NYX was the goddess of the night, one of the ancient Protogenoi. She was born of Air, and breeding with Darkness produced Light and Day, first components of the primeval universe. Alone, she spawned a brood of dark spirits, including the three Fates, Sleep, Death, Strife and Pain. Nyx was a primeval goddess represented as simply the substance of night: a dark veil of mist drawn forth from the underworld which blotted out the light of Aither. 

Sagittarius: ISIS Goddess of love,the moon,magic,healing and fertility.Isis is a goddess from the polytheistic pantheon of Egypt. She was first worshipped in Ancient Egyptian religion, and later her worship spread throughout the Roman empire and the greater Greco-Roman world

Capricorn: NEMESIS goddess of divine retribution and revenge in Greek mythology. She was born the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, while in some versions she is said to be the daughter of Zeus or Oceanus. She was considered the equivalent of divine retribution and was the personification of equilibrium being dealt out within mortals to ensure that happiness and unhappiness came in equal amounts.

 Aquarius: CASSANDRA was the most beautiful of Priam’s daughters, and the god Apollo fell in love with her. Apollo promised Cassandra the gift of prophecy if she would agree to give herself to him. Cassandra accepted Apollo’s gift but then refiised his advances. Apollo was furious, but he could not take back the powers he had given her. Instead he cursed her, proclaiming that although she would be able to tell the future accurately, no one would believe her. 

Pieces: MEROPE was said to have been so ashamed of her husbands crimes that she hid her face among the stars of heaven, and so the seventh star of the Pleiades faded away from human sight.

i. She has war running through her veins, anger in her heart. Her cries shatter the souls of men and the hearts of women. She loves those who worship her, those who hide their brilliant minds with bloody hands. Leaving tracks in the bloodstained sand, she wanders through the battlefield.

ii. Her mind sees all the moves her opponent makes. These pawns on a chess board, sacrificing and doing the same moves again and again. She blesses the scholar. Her eyes flash as she advises kings and queens, the one whose deed become immortal. She challenges those who are mortal to reach for the stars that she lives in.

iii. How the times spins by her as she sits at her loom, creating stories of strength and despair. To her they are one and the same. The colored strands gleam as she finds her peace. The world wanders in and out of the artwork. The glories of men and gods are proclaimed and she weeps.

iv. The councilor, the warrior, goddess of strength, her fire burns as she kisses the heads of those who still whisper her name. She is unmatched, sainted and sacred. Owl eyed goddess, her hands are claws, dripping with blood as she sings a funeral song

v. where is she? there. she is on the bloody beach, staring at the pyre of the lovers. She’s crying, ichor bleeding, heart breaking, yearning for the stars. She wants what has been denied to her for so long, she wants the gentle touch of a lover, kissing her scars. She wants a hand gripping hers as she marches into battle. She wants. She burns for someone to caress her skin, to run a knife across her heart, to pull her away from the war that threatens to consumes her mind. Whirling, burning, yearning. She needs.

—  Athena by Abby S

Dandelion in Darkness

by titaniasfics

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Summary:  Katniss is the Queen of the Underworld. Equal in power to the Goddesses of Lightning and the Sea, she chooses a life of solitude in her dark kingdom. That is, until she meets Peeta, son of Demetros, the Earth God. She cannot help but love the young god and would possess him at all costs. But what consequences will her choice have on the world?

Retelling of the Persephone/Hades myth. Hades!Katniss and Persephone!Peeta.

A story in three acts.

Personae Dramatis:

Katniss Everdeen - Hades/Pluto/Queen of the Dead

Gale - Thanatos

Madge - Hermes

Prim - Apollo

Mags - Seer

Mr. Mellark - Demetros

Peeta Mellark - Persephone/Proserpina

Haymitch - Aphrodite

Effie - Cupid

Johanna - Ares

Wiress - Hephaestus

Paylor - Zeus

Annie - Poseidon

Finnick - Amphitrite

Thresh - Artemis

Rue - Gaia

Beetee - Cyclops (Forged Katniss’s Helmet)

Brutus -Charon

Chaff -Herdsman of Asphodel Fields, Keeper of  Katniss’s horses

Plutarch, Caesar and Crane - Moirai/Fates

Ennobaria, Glimmer and Cashmere -Furies

Buttercup - Cerberus


It began with the wind.

Icy and bitter, it swept across Panem in furious gales. Trees bent before it and man-made objects struggled to remain rooted to the ground. People who ventured beyond their homes saw their skin redden and crack as they leaned against it. They had never experienced a cold so cruel and scrambled to find warmth and shelter.  In a land where the weather expressed itself in the mildest way, the sudden harshness of this new season was met with horror and confusion.

After the wind came the snow. Though beautiful to the eyes of the citizens of Panem, it brought its own complications - frozen rivers and streams, slippery streets, dead crops and animals. When the land of Panem was covered in ice, the hunger followed soon after, and the lamentations could be heard atop the Capitol itself. People suffered as the earth grew colder and harder. Around them, life receded, overwhelmed by the power of death. They began to tell stories of a world that would end in ice.

The people clamored to the gods for relief. Why were they being punished?  Why were the gods angry?  Oracles and seers were consulted all over Panem, now desperate at the prospect of their own demise.

Every person touched by the gods in the land of Panem returned with the same response. Demetros’s son had vanished and now he wandered the world, searching for him. As he hunted for the daemon who had robbed him of his youngest, he withheld the life force that would nourish the earth and the people of Panem languished in consequence. He had vowed that until his son had been returned to him, winter would reign eternal in the land of the living.

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samyazaz  asked:

Leverage OT3, teacher AU

“I still think installing a climbing wall for the kids in the gym would be a good idea,” Parker grumbles as they walk out of staff meeting, everyone ready to get home and already full of ideas for Nate’s latest plan to get the kids out of standardized testing.

Hardison looks like he has a lot to say to that, but Eliot beats him to it with “Parents are going to think that little Timmy’s going to die on a three-foot climbing wall, Parker, no way we could get away with that.”

Parker is definitely not done with trying to sell the school board on the idea, but if Eliot thinks she should wait, then maybe she should keep concentrating on the core strengthening exercises to make sure they’re ready when the time comes.

Where are they now?

1. She finished the degree. And yes, she did get a job in the area. She was lucky in that a vacancy opened up unexpectedly, an expedition that was about to set off. And if they didn’t need a cartographer so much as a canvas, well. She had a blot or two to cover up and a desire to go to places where you couldn’t take paper. Last I heard she had groupies who were worshipping at her footnotes and she was going back for the sixth time.

2. They broke up. She left her arm in Davy Jones’ locker, which was careless, because Davy doesn’t like to share his locker if you know what I mean. And then it turned out that all that was holding them together was her arm. His ear fell off first (he only had one, like the elephant in the story), then his right leg. She dropped some toes at the doctor’s. Finally he wrapped himself up in frozen peas to wait out the slow Winter of disintegration, and she went off to lose herself in music.

3. Funny story. He had some demons. He ran away to sea, but the sea wouldn’t have him; so he sat on the dock, and his demons sat on the dock with him too and cried, for they loved the sea. So he ran away to the desert in the hope of forgetting, but instead he found that it was the desert that forgot him anew each morning. As for the demons, the desert would not even acknowledge them: they sat in the shade of a stone and howled. So he ran off to the mountains to find inner peace. But the demons found it first and wouldn’t give it back. So he came home without them. He misses them; I hear tell he’s on the lookout for a new set.

4. Bet you wish you hadn’t looked. He’s taking a difficult shit in the bathroom of a service station off the M1. The lines around his eyes have lengthened, in the intervening years, into a sombre flesh waterfall.

5. You remember that ladder she was standing on the last time you met? And she wouldn’t say why or climb off, that was odd. Well, she’s still on it. It’s a ladder into time: each rung takes you twice as long as the last. The thing is, time is kind of addictive and once you’re on one dose, only the next higher dose will do. Then you end up having to go cold turkey at the end of the Universe with everyone else who had a time problem, huddled together and shivering under the light of the last red sun. She has a long way to go, but you know she’ll get there in the end.

6. Him? He saved the world. He doesn’t remember, of course. Most people don’t. Your time to save the world will come soon, and I doubt you’ll remember it either.

anonymous asked:

Is Nyx really a jealous goddess? Ive wanted to start worshipping her but everyone ive talked to about it says to not do it if youre already bound to another, and im devoted to Hera, Khione and Themis? Any advice?

So, IDK who’s been telling you not to worship Nyx along with other Theoi, but the Theoi are meant to be worshiped together. Nyx is often depicted in the company of Helios, Eos, Selene, Erebos, Hemera, Aither, The Astra, ect…. She’s the mother of the Fates, the Furies, Hekate, Hypnos and Thanatos, and so many more.

Just look at the Orphic Hymn 3 to Nyx:

“To Nyx (Night), Fumigation with Torches. Nyx, parent goddess, source of sweet repose from whom at first both Gods and men arose. Hear, blessed Kypris (Cypris) [Aphrodite], decked with starry light, in sleep’s deep silence dwelling ebon night! Dreams (Oneiroi) and soft ease attend thy dusky train, pleased with the lengthened gloom and feastful strain, dissolving anxious care, the friend of mirth, with darkling coursers riding round the earth. Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, whose drowsy power divides the natural day; by fate’s decree you constant send the light to deepest hell, remote from mortal sight; for dire necessity (ananke), which nought withstands, invests the world with adamantine bands. Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant’s prayer, desired by all, whom all alike revere, blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid dispel the fears of twilight’s dreadful shade.”

Parent Goddess

Source of sweet repose

The friend of mirth

Desired by all

Whom all alike revere



These aren’t the words used to describe a Goddess who should be avoided. Those are words of pure and utter love. And look at these descriptions of Nyx stepping in to aid others or to bear witness to Their deeds

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 1. 11 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting depicting the fall of Phaethon :] In his passion for driving this son of Helios (the Sun) [Phaethon] ventured to mount his father’s chariot, but because he did not keep a firm rein he came to grief and fell into the Eridanos (Eridanus) … Look! Nyx (Night) is driving Hemera (Day) from the noonday sky, and the sun’s orb as it plunges toward the earth draws in its train the Astera (Stars). The Horai (Horae, Hours) abandon their posts at the gates and flee toward the gloom that rises to meet them.”

Philostratus the Elder, Imagines 1. 7 :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting depicting the funeral of Memnon :] As for the deities of the sky (daimones meteôroi), Eos (the Dawn) mourning over her son [Memnon] causes Helios (the Sun) to be downcast and begs Nyx (Night) to come prematurely and check the hostile army, that she may be able to steal away her son, no doubt with the consent of Zeus. And look! Memnon has been stolen away and is at the edge of the painting.”

Philostratus the Younger, Imagines 5 (trans. Fairbanks) (Greek rhetorician C3rd A.D.) :

“[From a description of an ancient Greek painting of the infant Herakles wrestling with the serpents :] Nyx (Night) also, the time in which these events take place, is represented in human form she is shedding a light upon herself with a torch that the exploit of the child may not lack a witness.”

Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 2. 549 ff (trans. Way) (Greek epic C4th A.D.) :

“Thus as she [Eos the Dawn] cried [after the death of her son Memnon], the tears ran down her face immortal, like a river brimming aye: drenched was the dark earth round the corse. Nyx (the Night) grieved in her daughter’s [Eos is here identified with Hemera] anguish, and the heaven drew over all his stars a veil of mist and cloud, of love unto Erigeneia (the Lady of Light).”

That’s not the description of a Goddess so jealous that She would spurn mortals who worshiped others beside Her. No, in my experience Nyx is sweet, and patient, and unjudging beyond compare. She loves deeper than I think mortals can understand, and Her presence is bliss in my life.

blnauraltest  asked:

Ooh girl you must be a self hating Beyoncé stan! All these posts you be making about her one might say you're obsessed. 33 years old though? Yikes you might want to find a better hobby perhaps one that doesn't involve trying to tear down a successful black woman.

Here is only a partial list of black female artists who are more talented than Beyonce, listed alphabetically for your convenience: Alicia Keys, Anita Baker, Aretha Franklin, Audra McDonald, Billie Holiday, Celia Cruz, Chaka Khan, Della Reese, Diana Ross, Dinah Washington, Dionne Farris, Donna Summer, Ella Fitzgerald, Erykah Badu, Esperanza Spalding, Etta James, Gladys Knight, Gloria Gaynor, India Arie, Jennifer Hudson, Jessye Norman, Josephine Baker, Kelly Rowland, Lauryn Hill, Leontyne Price, Mahalia Jackson, Mary J. Blige, Meshell Ndegeocello, Natalie Cole, Nina Simone, Patti LaBelle, Queen Latifah, Res, Roberta Flack, Sarah Vaughan, Sister Rosetta Tharpe, Tina Turner, Whitney Houston. I know I’ve left some out. I am not tearing Beyonce down because she’s a successful black woman. I’m tearing her down because she’s an overrated phony with horrible fans.

Two years ago, I was indifferent to Beyonce. Then I got a Tumblr. People like you are the reason that my indifference has turned to hatred. It’s called hype aversion. You can’t blame people for getting irritated when you elevate this woman to godlike status when she has frankly done nothing that others before her haven’t already done. And don’t get me started on her disgusting fans who descend upon people who dare not to worship her and how she never calls them out, probably because she secretly enjoys it when people are attacked on her behalf. Here’s one man’s story: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/entertainment/celebs/a57607/beyhive-trolling-essay/

And come on, are you really so blind? Beyonce isn’t socially aware. She’s doing this for brownie points.


The Six Wives of Henry VIII + Aesthetic : Katherine Parr

White her skin. White her delicate body. Her hands, her wrists, her arms. White, her shoulders and her neck. Her thighs, white and her soft breasts. Her silk gloves white. Her shyness white. Her dress, veil and bed bride, white. Her passion white. Desire and muted sighs… Bedding cotton, white on her white bed. White nights of her carefree wedding. Her thighs and her stockings white. Her fluffy doves, her latest white car. Everything surrounds her in white. White as angels and spirits. Everyone who sees her worships her. Carries a white flag to announce her. But her love is cold as white snow. Her heart as harsh and diamond-hard, as the white jewels of her necklace. Her inner soul empty as albino cloud. Her intellect, her love, her mind: a blanched flatness of absent signs. A white page in a white notebook. - Jamal Sharbazheri 

Sometimes I worry that I’m interacting or worshipping Artemis wrong. I am always seeing lovely aesthetics, poems, discussions about Her always about Her aspect as a huntress, as a protector of women and animals and the forests. But… I don’t interact with those facets. Oh I’ve tried. I have. But it’s like reaching for something on a high shelf and just when you think you got it you slip and smack your face into the wall.

But then I try and tell myself “Hey, it’s okay. She shows the aspects She wishes to those who worship and love Her. So don’t be sad!” Because the aspects I see are obscure and not talked about; High Priestess, First Princess, Leader of the Dance, Savior. Shockingly gentle and knowledgeable facets I didn’t even know were parts of Her until I did research.

So I’ll keep trying not to feel disheartened. I need to keep reminding myself that just because my relationship with Her is different then most that it doesn’t mean it’s inferior.

okay but have you considered:

your favorite characters as kindergarten teachers

anonymous asked:

What's an Aphrodite devotee? I've never heard of the term but it sounds pretty. :0

As far as I know, an Aphrodite devotee is a follower of Aphrodite who worships her solely out of all the other hellenic deities. It’s like being one of her followers, only your relationship is much more intimate and serious. You’re right anon, it does sound pretty!

Dear you,

Whoever you are,

However you got here

This is exactly where you are supposed to be.

This moment has waited its whole life for you.

This moment is your lover and you are a soldier,

Come home baby, it’s over

You don’t need to suffer any more.

Dear you,

This moment is a surprise party,

You are both hiding in the dark and walking through the door,

This moment is a hallelujah.

This moment is your permission slip

To finally open that love letter

You’ve been hiding from yourself,

The one you wrote when you were little,

When you still danced like a sparkler at dusk,

Do you remember the moment you realised

They were watching?

When you became ashamed

Of how much light you were holding?

When you first learned how to un-love yourself?

Dear you,

The word ‘today’ means ‘amen’ in every language.

Today we made it,

Today I’m gonna love you,

Today the box cutter will rust in the garbage,

Today the noose will forget how to hold you,



Dear you - and I have always meant you,

Nothing would be the same if you did not exist.

You, who were once as small as a bouquet,

Who could sleep in the laps of strangers,

Nothing would be the same if you did not exist.

You, whose voice is someone’s favourite voice,

Someone’s favourite face to wake up to,

Nothing would be the same if you did not exist.

You, the teacher, the starter’s gun,

The lantern in the night who offers not a way home

But the courage to travel farther into the dark.

You, the lover who worships the taste of her body,

Who is the largest tree ring in his heart,

Who does not let fear ration your love.

You, the friend,

The sacred chorus of ‘how can I help?’.

You, who have felt more numb than holy,

More cracked than mosaic,

Who has known the tiles of a bathroom by heart,

Who has forgotten what makes you worth it.

You, the forgiven,

The forgiver,

Who belongs right here in this moment.

You, this clump of cells,

This happy explosion that happened to start breathing.

By the grace of whatever is up there,

You got here,

You made it this whole way.

Through the nights that swallowed you whole,

The mornings that arrived in pieces.

The scabs,

The gravel,

The doubt,

The hurt-

The hurt-

The hurt is over,

Today you made it-

You made it-

You made it


—  Today Means Amen - Sierra Demulder (x)

anonymous asked:

Tell me all about Hestia!! I don't see a lot of people who worship her, and she isn't usually included with pantheon posts, probably because she's not one of the twelve. Anyway, what kind of stuff could you use in altars for her? i have practically nothing for altars rip

Hello there! I adore Hestia! As a kitchen witch, and as someone who recently has moved into their own home, she is center of my heart right now. She is the Goddess of Hearth and Home, the center of the family. There isn’t very much about her in the mythology, which most of us believe is because since her worship was private and centered in the home, it would have been common knowledge. and so, there was no reason to record it anywhere! From what I understand, She was originally one of the 12 Olympians, but willingly gave up her seat for Dionysos. That’s why many Hellenic Polytheists will say there are actually 13 Olympians! 

Some associations from me personally: Cinnamon, any domestic pet but especially dogs, Warmth, nutmeg, pumpkin pie, coffee, the smell of garlic and onions, fireplaces, rocking chairs, big cooking pots, cast iron skillets, fire pits, the smell of dish soap, pinesol, gosh I could porbably go on forever. 

Lets talk worship… So if youre gonna try to be as recon as possible, you probably wouldn’t have an actual shrine for her. Instead, you would have an area around your fireplace, or if you don’t have one, around your oven. I like this, because of my witchcraft but also because I was raised to believe hte kitchen was the heart of every home and every family. So this works really well for me. I actually have an oil lamp I keep on hand for when I’m specifically trying to invoke her presence, but usually I will just have maybe a small area above my stove where I might have a candle for her. Plain and simple! Of course you can doll it up if you really like, but Hestia is…. not needy? That’s not the right way to say it, but she doesn’t ask for much, if anything. Just a place in your home, and a place in your heart. I cook for her, I clean as well, I spend time with my family and loved ones, all of these are things I use as devotional acts in her name! I also do things like knitting, because I believe being self sustainable and having skill sets to make things out of scratch are valuable to her!  Lastly, here is a link to a post I made in the past about Hestia! 

I really enjoyed this send me more about other Deities! 

My Askbox is open!

I have a threenager. I mean - I know he’s not three just yet, but it’s starting. You know how animals can sense danger and storms? They get skittish or run away from it approaching before it even appears in the sky. That’s my child, sensing that he’s about to turn three years old and that every three year old before him has put their poor parents through the ringer. I’m sure there’s psychology behind why this age is the age that tests your sanity and patience but I’m too exhausted to research it. We’re in Milan and all my son wants to do is lay on the hotel bed and watch cartoons, or pitch a fit if I don’t give into every request he has. Having a little girl who worships her big brother only means that she tries to follow suit. I’m tired. I’m achy. And now I have to deal with nightmares on top of it, because they’re starting and I think that’s a major reason as to the crankiness. Help.

So a couple of days ago I watched “Far From The Madding Crowd” and honestly it’s a wonderful, beautiful and touching period piece and I highly recommend it. Everything about it is extremely well done, from the scenery to the music to the beautiful performances. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head and really I just want to talk about Gabriel Oak. Can we talk about him for a second? What a character. This quiet shepherd just came out of nowhere and knocked me off my feet. I have to be honest. The first time Gabriel Oak was onscreen I misjudged him. When he asked Bathsheba to marry him after knowing her for so short a time, I (almost literally) sat there guffawing at him going “what an utter idiot doesn’t he know you’re not supposed to do that” but that didn’t last long. And really it’s amazing how quickly I fell in love with him after that. I think the moment I realized “oh no this guy is actually really wonderful and is going to make me cry” was when Bathsheba ran after him to (try to) clarify her feelings towards him and she says something along the lines of “I couldn’t marry you because you couldn’t tame me and you would grow to despise me.” And he looks at her, and it’s the tenderest and sweetest and kindest and most slightly bemused look I have ever seen and he just says, “I would never.” Or could never. Or something along those lines. And right then I realized what an idiot I was for judging him for proposing too quickly and that the reason he did it was because he loved her immediately and didn’t need time to think about it, he just knew instinctively in his heart, and because he is a man of integrity he wouldn’t say something he didn’t mean. And as the movie progressed I could see just how much he loves her with such steadfastness and loyalty and depth and no matter what she does or how she treats him or who she flirts with or marries or fools around with he will never stop loving her and wanting the best for her and trying to help her whenever she needs it. And he isn’t a pushover or a weakling who worships her blindly, he’s painfully aware of her faults, but that just makes his love that much stronger and deeper and truer and just the way he looks at her?!?! Like?!?! Wow!!!! It’s so serious and tender at the same time. And he is never selfish or demanding in his love but quietly patient and he respects her right to refuse him and never becomes bitter while also respecting his own right to be as honest with her as he possibly can and to tell her when he thinks that she is hurting others or herself. Because he loves her too much to lie to her or to watch her get hurt. And I have no idea where I’m going with this except for wow Gabriel Oak makes me really emotional and he should be the new standard of the perfect guy and I really love him a lot.

anonymous asked:

kinda seems like after the united airlines tweets everyone's just kinda jumping on this big "we hate Trixie Mattel" bandwagon and it's kinda shocking because ppl are turning so quickly and suddenly people who used to worship her are now ranting about all the things they hate? like the tweets were shitty but people are just so willing to just shriek about how much they hate her. for some shitty tweets. it's kinda scary to watch, seeing how quickly people are willing to turn against someone.

i think trixie should be held accountable for everything she says but i totally agree. if you wanna turn on trixie now, that’s your discretion,, but let’s not act as if the entire fandom has to as well.