The Goddess of wisdom, strategy, and crafts, olives, Miss Minerva herself.
Starting life as but a humble heavenly maggot growing in the brains of Jupiter, Minerva is perhaps the god most loyal to her father’s authority. While her relatives seem ready to betray him at any sign of weakness, the goddess insists to remain obedient to father even during his current decade long absence from the throne. She claims that it’s because she’s the only one with a sense of honour, her family sees her as nothing but a parasite trying to keep her source of power in control.
She is frequently deeply invested in the affairs of mortals, and perhaps more then any other god preoccupied by how mortals perceive her. Minerva is obsessed with keeping a good public image as an aloof thoughtful lady of rationality, and not the uh…petty god she more often acts like.
While having no offspring of her own, Minerva takes a notably keen interest in her half-human siblings, lately invested in her “Favorite sister” Pierce and spent years trying to guide her to be a proper half-god.
She prefers to keep her true form a mystery to the public, and chose the owl, her favourite snack, as her main symbol.
No artist tolerates reality
- Nietzsche
a procrastinator who wants to: get good grades, read books, have a proper sleep schedule, complete stuff on her watch lists, have fun occasionally with her friends, and still wants her down time. a fucking vicious loop for an eternity.
“And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? – now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.”
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Edgar Allan Poe, “The Tell-Tale Heart”
this book website gives you the first page of a random book without the title or author so that you can read it with no preconceptions!!! great for discovering new recs
All classics.
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Can’t stop thinking about how attack on titan is not a romance but how its narrative hinges upon the most devastating love stories I’ve encountered in fiction.
How Ymir and Historia cling to each other under the burden of a crown they didn’t ask for.
How Eren, the definition of an “attack” protagonist does anything and everything for Armin, who shrinks away from violence (despite having to become the embodiment of war).
How Erwin gave Levi the sky, and it is a debt that Levi knows he can never repay.
How subtly yet thoroughly they work Moblit into every scene, a step behind Hanji, cautioning them and supporting them, so that you don’t even notice him until he’s gone.
How Mikasa’s “Akerbond” to Eren goes so much further, so much deeper, because he exhibited such raw, unfettered inhumanity in the name of protecting her when she was a child, when he barely even knew her, and that is all she knows of love.
How Connie feels like he’s lost half of himself with Sasha gone.
How much Carla loved her son.
How much of an impact Marco made on Jean.
How Armin could eat Bertoldt’s love for Annie and have it latch onto his own admiration of her.
How Marlowe thought of Hitch as he was dying.
How Reiner keeps going for the kids he has to mentor.
How Falco put himself between Gabi and danger over and over again.
How violently Sasha’s family mourned but how reverent of her spirit they were to forgive her killer.
Idk man I just think for a show that started off as kids fighting giants and turned into “my war crime is worse than your war crime”, it is driven almost entirely by unique, poignant and thoroughly convincing love stories.
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Saving up my last few expensive Strathmore papers and going digital, as I can commit mistakes as much as I want without any pressure.
When you step into a craft store you don’t leave the same person