The Old Gods Are Dead

The old gods are dead

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard., She wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants to take her own advice. She never will.

Apollo and Artemis travel the world. They are chasing the sun. Chasing the moon. They will never catch up. Their hand are curled around each others hip bones. Never in public though. They look too similar for that now. Society has learned judgement and so they keep their caresses safe in the shadows.

Poseidon wanders the shore. He wears a plastic poncho and carries a bag of trash. His tears mix with the salt water. No one can tell the difference. A girl with hair that moves like serpents trails after him, retribution in her eyes.

Hades lies in bed, his wife curled around him. He smiles because people will always believe in death and finally, finally he has beaten his brothers at something.

Athena paces through college campuses, handing out pamphlets on architecture. She scoffs at professors who are simply going through the motions. She carries signs in her hands as she marches through the streets with the students, screaming about the newest problem. She laughs wild, these children, these fearless children are her people.

Hestia wants her family to come home. She waits in the doorway, arms outstretched and a smile like forgiveness waiting to embrace the siblings whom she knows will never return.

Demeter counts down the days until her daughter returns. She smiles when children cheer over the snow days she gives them. There was a time when she had a child like that.

Persephone kisses her husband and grins when people tremble. She is vengeful and wears flowers in her hair and she will make damn sure that the world will never forget her name.

Ares walks through the Middle East, picking his way around the ruins of an elementary school. He stopped understanding war a long time ago. This was not brave, this was not heroic. This was senseless.

Aphrodite narrows her eyes at boys in cars who yell obscene things. She’s long since stopped romanticizing love. She is gaunt and over worked but sometimes she sees a teenage girl handing her baby over to an older couple who had tried for years and she feels young again. Sometimes, she sees Ares from across the room as soldiers embrace their loved ones and they smile at each other.

Hephaestus limps through his shop, his hands are worn down, his back is still twisted but people don’t seem to notice anymore. He makes their furniture, their toys and trinkets and they thank him, they pay him.

Hermes runs through the streets of New York, Tokyo, London. He is young in this time, young and beautiful and slipping between business men, his hands finding their way into their pockets. He never stops laughing.

Dionysus mixes Zeus his drinks. He watches his family grin and cry and get sick in the back room of the bar. He holds back their hair and hands them another drink before they even ask. He’s been here a long time. He’s seen them drunk more often then he’s seen them sober. He is watching them flicker out and fade.

The gods are dying. The gods are dead. The gods are us.

-L.D.

how much hate would an account no one knows about get if i make a John Green tumblr remembrance post rn?

fuck it ima do it

Nobody Beats Jace Herondale

Percy: My mother was made Hades’s Prisoner

Jace: Mine killed herself after my fathers’s death, I never knew her and I was dug out of her corpse.

Percy: Well, we have the Mist

Jace: We have glamour AND runes

Percy: My eyes is a beautiful sea green

Jace: Mine is gold and I’m naturally blond.

Percy: I almost got killed a million times in my series and I came out of Tartarus.

Jace: Big deal, I actually died and the Angel Raziel raised me back from the dead.

Percy: I have a movie.

Jace: So do I, and I have a Neflix series though the actor is not as stunningly attractive as I am.

Percy: I was betrayed by my so called good friend, Luke.

Jace: My adoptive father and brother are the villan of my series and I not only thought Valentine was my real father but I was also connected to Sebastian.

Percy: Ugh....I give up, I challenge you to a sword fight.

*Jace lights up a Seraph Blade and twists it expertly, flipping his hair

Percy: Umm, nevermind.

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3 years ago

Mindf*ck headers

like/reblog if saved © maddiesflame

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2 years ago

I just remembered that Elaine never said Azriel's name.In what situation do you think she will do it?

when she fucks him

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3 years ago

Dear House of earth and blood (crescent city),

Thank you.

The stories you hold have really brought light to my heart when I thought there was only darkness. I’m struggling at the minute with life…but you have really helped me.

You have made me laugh, cry, cringe and experience the rarest emotions that I thought my crumpled heart could not contain.

You have given me strength and resilience in a time when they were running dangerously lower.

I want to say thank you to…

Lehabah : who showed me how to be selfless, even if that means my shot at freedom is lost. She showed me being selfless is one of the greatest gifts a soul can possess.

Juniper: who taught me to be there for a friend In need, even if it’s just a phone call or message because the simplest acts of kindness can save lives.

Danika: who showed me what it means to be loyal, and that loyalty can lead to one of the strongest and brightest bonds a soul can encounter. She showed me it’s ok to be who you are. She taught me how to not care about other peoples opinions. And that your happiness out ways other peoples perceptions of you.

Ruhn: who taught me that out of labels and titles that family is the most important. He showed me that even though you might have differences or maybe not be family through blood that their gift of love is one of the most precious gifts you could ever receive.

Hunt: who showed me that there’s always a way out. Even when confined into box there’s always a window to climb through. He taught me that out of all the horrors of your past experiences that you can find happiness and love, because everybody deserves love even you reading this. He taught me that even if it takes hundreds of years that you can do it.

And finally…

Bryce: you taught me that it’s ok to be weak and frightened. That everyday isn’t going to be your strongest fight…and that’s ok. But she also gave me the strength to fight back. She shared her journey through her highs and lows, heartbreaks and heartaches and still managed to pull herself through the other end. I want to say a very special thank you to her, she has truly showed me that there is something worth fighting for, for the light at the end of the tunnel. That Today might be your weakest day but tomorrow…tomorrow bring them hell. Tomorrow pick yourself up, dust yourself of and start the climb back to the top. She taught me how to climb that mountain even if it takes awhile, to keep pushing through.

I offered this book my heart and it filled it with stories of brave, selfless, fearless people who I will forever keep locked away safe in my beating lifeline for me to take out when things get dark.

Their story’s of triumph and heartbreak have saved me and no words could ever contain how glad I am for stumbling into your story and losing myself in your adventures. You have truly saved me and have given me …hope.

Thank you house of earth and breath.

I know your stories are far from complete and cannot wait to experience the love for it all over again.

But until we meet again,

Goodbye.

-MB

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4 years ago

Am I the only person that ships The Darkling with Alina?

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3 years ago

Micah out here monologuing like a Disney villian about how he set up and murdered Danika:

Also Micah:

Bryce:

Hunt and everyone watching:

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3 years ago

some random woman’s thoughts: oh hey, he’s kind of hot.

Edward Cullen: Dear Diary. Today another WHORE vies for my affection. Existence is agony.

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4 years ago

ACOTAR TV adaptation and Ron Moore of Outlander is involved in the project....

Also, you know what that means....

The new influx of Feylin fans:

ACOTAR TV Adaptation And Ron Moore Of Outlander Is Involved In The Project....

If my friends end up watching it, how am I to explain that they should not keep their hopes up for Feylin without spoiling it😅🤣

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3 years ago

So who was gonna remind me that Rowan Whitethorn was also chained head to toe in iron at one point in his life and would therefore understand every bit of pain Aelin was in while trapped with Maeve. 🥲

“I was captured once. While on a campaign in the east, in a kingdom that doesn’t exist anymore. They had me shackled head to toe in iron to keep me from choking the air out of their lungs.” -Rowan, Heir of Fire (page 175)

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