Anthesteria 020.
Hades doesn’t like necromancers, so the relation between him and Hekate is quite strained, to say the least. In my previous comic Destroyer of Light Hekate told Demeter and Persephone about the incident they’re referring to, here.
Rhys if he stayed with Jack. Asshole FEATURING HANDSOME JACK ART BY MY LOVELY FRIEND @dogfordog GO SAY HI!!
Yeah, dunking on Drake is fun, but I don't see a lot of people talking about the rest of the halftime show.
The dancers emerging to form a divided American flag. Uncle Sam telling Kendrick he's "too loud, too ghetto" and that America wants "nice and calm." Ending the performance telling everyone to "turn the TV off." And the fact that all of this is being very deliberately done at the Super Bowl, the most televised yearly event in the country???
This show was a beautiful celebration of Black American culture, a clapback against racist anti-rap rhetoric, and another chance to clown on a rapist, but it was also a condemnation of the bread and circuses of media that the Super Bowl represents. People want to stick their heads in the sand and ignore everything happening in this country, so Kendrick did something impossible to ignore.
the elevation of kink and sex into a pure untouchable Good that cannot be criticised is, in fact, not a good thing! kink is - if you'll forgive me - a breeding ground for indulging socially-programmed stereotypes; assigning dark-skinned characters dominant roles by default, and worse, assigning them animalistic, predatory, or forceful roles, diminishing their need for intimacy and care, placing them at the bottom of the rung in terms of sensitivity, receptiveness, and vulnerability, remains racist even if it's in the context of sex and sexuality, and speaks to the way you view and relate to people of colour. it's not a difficult concept to grasp.
found another funny sound teehee
@rhysothyweek2025 day 4: contrast
Decided to focus this time on how Jack's death influenced both of them.
Rhys: left alone, in the open on the desert, in warmth, close to death, yellow
Timothy: surrounded by people in the casino, a golden cage, about to murder and get murdered
This time, a small poem
As I have left you inside these lovely thorns and petals you chose the destruction path forgetting I'm made of metal You should not crave for those who had been wronged forever yet, you chose a hand that chokes and that won't go to heaven Lord knows no mercy for me because I've killed its dreams as my life have been taken, I won't let it be lost inside your stupid being Have you not betrayed me enough? You don't need to try again as I know all your sinful thoughts and what you wish to gain. Tomorrow, I won't be around yet your lungs will scream my name - this lovely future is bound to happen You'll never meet the end
she/her tg https://t.me/sanya_salatTwitter https://x.com/thanatussy?s=21Strawpage https://sanyasalat.straw.page
277 posts