“Sarcastic People Tend To Be Marshmallows Underneath The Armor.”

I love that John Green included this in his book, will Grayson

so apparently it was pepperony week and no one told me??? i did these silly doodles right after seeing homecoming, inspired by the film’s ending + a goofy convo with a friend :’)))

Never push an INFJ to the point where they no longer care.

(via infj-misc)

When you’re swiping through a dating app and you realise there’s really no point because sooner or later they’re gonna want to bone and when you don’t wanna they’ll think you’ve been leading them on and probably get pissed and it really doesn’t matter how well you’ve been getting on so you just climb back into your no one is ever gonna want you for more than a few months maybe box

I have no idea what we did, but the Travelers fandom has been blessed with the most amazing male characters. David, Trevor, and Philip are such wonderful people, the amount of generosity, care and kindness the have for others melts my heart and brings me to tears. Each and every episode further proves how awesome they are and it is a wonderful thing to see on a TV show.

And the ladies are such badasses and so smart and skillful, they floor me, especially Carly.

Going in, I didn’t think this show was anything special, but boy, was I wrong! I’m so glad I gave it a chance. I honestly hope it will get renewed for S3

i want to be as rich as paulina del ville but instead i’m as stressed as a toadfish

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-Mod Cade

how I empathise

I have what I would call hyperempathy.

This means, I will empathise with anything and everything and I can’t control it.

In order to understand how someone or something might feel in any given situation, my brain will simulate the situation in myself and create emotions that would most logically stem from that experience.

For example, I empathise most strongly with the feelings of those who are just about to die, kill themselves, or be killed. Death is a funny thing to empathise with. It’s hard for me to understand, in a way, so I suppose that is why I empathise most strongly with it.

So, if I read about someone being violently murdered or a group of people being massacred, I feel what they might have felt. Fear, anger, panic, pain. I can feel it. Sometimes I feel it so strongly, I start to panic or my anxiety will latch onto it and kick me into depression or other low moods.

Sometimes, I’ll feel ill if I empathise too strongly for too long.

Remember how some people will throw up after witnessing something traumatic? I’ll feel like that. I won’t throw up, because my body hasn’t been pushed to that edge, but I’ll feel subtle effects.

This makes it very hard for me to read books or history with great detail on killing. I can’t turn it off.

Another thing I empathise with strongly is the emotions of others, including my family and close friends. Their emotions influence mine very strongly and if they mention feeling anxious or hurt, I’ll feel that as well.

Sometimes, when it’s bad enough, I’ll be able to hold myself together long enough to help calm them down, but then I’ll need someone to help calm me down as well.

Empathy is a strange thing for me. It controls a lot of what I feel and even though I’d like it to stop in some situations, it continues to affect me. I’m not trying to be rude and I’m certainly not attempting to fake my understanding of something that has happened to someone else. I just love and feel so strongly for others, wanting them to be happy or feel alright that when they don’t, I need to understand why and the only way I can is by replicating what I imagine their emotions to be in myself.

Olympus has changed.

The balance of power has shifted.

Zeus still reigns as king, yes, but now no more than a figurehead.

Gone are the days of mortals quaking in fear at every thunderstorm, every drought, every flood. They have grown beyond that, evolved. They have figured ways around his wrath; levees, crops that grow in the desert, iron and steel and cables.

Zeus is no more than a figurehead on Olympus.

Gone are the days of his council, of Demeter and Poseidon and Hera.

The crops are managed by the mortals now, the seas pose little threat when they can see Poseidon’s wrath coming, plot course around it, or dive below the waves. Hera’s base is crumbling- what she protected, her narrow idea of marriage, is changing and broadening to include so much more. Aphrodite is inching in on her power, love taking place where obligation once stood.

Instead, Olympus is ruled by a parliament.

In a world that runs on fossil fuels and crude oils mined from beneath the earth, Hades’ power grows. His kingdom expands with every life lost in pursuit of his materials. The mortals are learning, their eyes are opening at the futility of this effort. They are beginning to turn to other methods- to Apollo and Zephyros and Persephone, but there will always be death. Hades wins either way.

The machines that guzzle the fuel? They belong to Hephaestus. The machines that take lives? They are his realm as well. Anything with a gear, and engine, a circuit board, or a blade belongs to the God of Fire. His crooked throne grows ever higher.

The old ways of thinking are dying. Those in power who have wielded it over the oppressed are falling from their perches, called to justice by the women they wronged. Peoples of all genders are coming out of the woodwork, less and less afraid to be who they are everyday. The social norms that separate the mortals based on a binary are crumbling. Athena waits, and smiles. Her time has come once more.

But above all, one God’s power has risen exponentially. Roads cross-cross the world like the scars on a whipped man’s back. Currency flows like water, more and more essential by the day. Hephaestus’ machines and Hades’ fuels only further his power. Places of commerce spring up like weeds among enclaves of mortals- they will travel miles to go to one market and miles to another with nary a thought. The internet connects them all- relating messages, parcels, commerce, gambling… all his realm.

Zeus may be king of Olympus, but Hermes holds the power.

The establishment of heaven has fallen. The Patriarch is powerless.

The Outcast, the Disabled, the Feminist, and the Clever Criminal have risen up and seized the throne, if not in name, then in deed.

It won’t be long before the mortals do the same.