love Mythology. You know what I love most about Mythology?
Everyone just assumes Hades is a badass. Hades isn’t a badass. Hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog that looks like it can chew your head leg and arm off instantaneously - spot. He called his dog spot! (Not joking look it up,“Cerberus” is a Latinised version of the Greek Kerberos, from a Proto-Indo-European word *ḱerberos, meaning “spotted”. Literally I laughed myself senseless.) Hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow. Hades grows fruit, there is no sun in the underworld. Let’s be honest the guy probably double knots his laces and cries when there are no more ice cream tubs left in the freezer after a tough day of dealing with Zeus and Poseidon.
Persephone however, that so called frail little thing that he “kidnapped” ? Yeah, about that. She’s another case all together. When Hermes went to the Underworld he expected to find a scared little girl. Instead he found a thriving Queen. No like literally she would fight anyone who said anything bad or that hurt Hade’s feelings. She’d probably pet his head and constantly reassured him he was a fantastic King of the Underworld, and that he was totally scary and all that shit - while she glared at anyone who dared think differently, telling them to meet her in the pit. That girl didn’t want to be another Maiden in the field. She knew exactly what she was doing when she ate those seeds. She wanted a Kingdom, and that’s what she got.
If that isn’t life goals , then I don’t know what is.
aries a dimming bonfire surrounded by an excitable gathering of friends whose hands are occupied with guitars, harmonicas, and each other’s hands. sparks sporadically exit the center of the flame, immediately regretting their action as they fade into ashy dust and smokey ambiance.
taurus a swiveling yellow beam permeating from a decaying lighthouse. it’s searching to help struggling sailors or desperate drifters but instead only finds the empty, echoing waves in its forgotten bay.
gemini a glinting satellite that inquisitively completes its timely orbit, scanning the void for answers to questions beyond the ones it is programmed to ask. its sequenced, bright flashes display its audacious activeness.
cancer the moon in its fullest wane. an intrinsic celestial body that offers its luminosity selflessly, though the world it serves only notices it when they are in need, alone, or desperate. a lunar lapse of glowing phases causes the light it gives to fluctuate, allowing more darkness on some nights than others. but tonight, everything glows.
leo the sun. a perpetual source and everlasting force of light that enables others to attain insight, visibility, and warmth simply through its existence. a self-powered entity that emulates effulgence effortlessly.
virgo an exquisite chandelier that dangles stably over a spacious hall. it is embellished with ornate carvings that encompass translucent glass shapes which amplify warm light onto the reflective, polished flooring below. a lone soul spins purposefully beneath it. she falls.
libra the last twinkling paper lantern to be let go at a convivial festival. lovers contribute to its departure, entrusting different promises to the same floating luster. they silently wonder the course the light shall take, but neither truly wants to know.
scorpio the light at the end of the tunnel. an alluring brightness that can only be seen with the collective stimulation of closed eyes and an openness to whatever shall happen next.
sagittarius a sudden, short-lived firework that thunderously alerts of its sparkling presence. it is a pure white and fleetingly enlightens the sky. though the light vanishes, its energy remains captured by observers below.
capricorn a fluorescent ceiling light gleaming from the top floor of a metropolitan skyscraper. it was accidentally left on by a venturesome novice who internally claims they are onto something, as they gradually fall asleep atop scattered files and underlined pages.
aquarius the shocking radiance of the first functioning light bulb. the patient inventor soulfully celebrates, as the electricity reflects the brightness of the future he so badly wants for the world.
pisces a flickering flashlight underneath a heavy blanket. it is held by a sapient soul that feels too alive to ask their body to sleep. the battery eventually dies but the switch remains on, expecting new life.