By Novanoxone

You can find Aphrodite when you gush over romcoms. You can find Zeus when the rain pours and soaks your hair. You can find Hera when you're loyal to your friends and partners. You can find Ares when you argue with your parents over the causes you believe in. You can find Apollo when the sun caresses your cheek.

The gods are everywhere—you just need to know where to look.

real.

By bgfdel

Always have to be REAL specific with my tags LMFAO

the struggle

Oh and also don't forget the ever important "I'll call you out on jokes you make in front of the marginalized people you're joking with" white savior complex

liberal progressive affirmations:

everyone who disagrees with me is a bot

everyone who disagrees with me isn't real

the violence that upholds the status-quo is not real

I am not a liberal, I am a demsoc/socdem/leftist

civil debate is the only path to achieve change

the rule of law is unquestionable

voting is an ontologically good action, in every context

revolutions are a myth and have never happened

people have always thought in the same ways throughout history everywhere in the world

I can ignore everything that has ever happened outside Europe and north America because it isn't important

I am not racist

Helios rests in the sky, fond eyes gazing upon the mortals below, baking the world to shades of perfect greens and soft browns.

Nyx races overhead, Her starlit body whisking past, with Eos joyfully clinging to Her skirt.

With every storm, Zeus sits in the sky, and hurls down lightning, following it with booming laughs which echo through the lands.

Hera watches weddings go on below, spreading Her blessings among the newlyweds, bringing them peace and prosperity.

Artemis rests in the hollows of mountains, where chilled breezes still blow from streams which have not forgotten the winter's snows. Her skin is dappled with sweat, and Her eyes are greener than the vibrant moss.

Apollon whispers in the ears of mortals, golden sunlight now carrying prophecies in the beams. He takes the hands of mortals and leads them to songwriting and poetry, to painting and music.

Hermes whisks Himself up and down the highways, taking care of the travelers who look for new horizons under the summer's heat.

Messages never seem to still as Iris, bounding up in the aftermath of rain, leaves vibrant rainbow trails behind Her.

Demeter and Persephone slip through Farmer's Markets, carrying more fruits and vegetables and grain than they can reasonably hold. With every fallen fruit, every tomato that squishes a bit, every fallen shaft of wheat, They laugh.

Out on the seashore, Poseidon watches the waves roll in, and the tides go out. The sandcastles left behind by small children are His favorite offerings.

In the mornings, among the waves of birdsong, gentle pipes sound throughout the forests, played by Pan.

And somewhere out in the wilds, both on stony mountain peaks and green riversides, tearing through golden grasses and dancing through firefly-lit forests, is Dionysos. Head thrown back, long hair flowing, teeth bared in joy.

Soon I’m gonna make a little altar for my room. Bet on it

I just think that having altars to the gods in our homes is so beautiful. It’s a practise that’s been carried down for thousands of years no matter how hard people have tried to wipe it out.

Oh man whats next? 60? 70? 100??

oh no cigarettes for me thanks i just wanted to be in this dank alleyway with you

Heihachi is back and I'm not surprised 😅