Anyone Else Have This Like Weird Anxiety About People Questioning Your Actions? So Much So That Even

Everyone has the name of their supposed soulmate printed on the inside of your wrist. You, however, are defiant, and begin dating someone that’s not your soulmate. It turns out that not meeting someone with the magic expectation that you’re ‘meant to be for each other and will get married and live happily ever after’ actually made you two get along pretty well, and you’re now deeply in love with them. However, after several years of dating this person, both your and your S.O.’s real ‘soulmates’ find you, and they’re both furious that you didn’t wait for them.

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is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week

Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.

C.S. Lewis (via logicsensi)

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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.

I'm not crying. You are.

You know what I think about a lot? Tony Stark reeling in the wake of Civil War, going on 72-hour work benders, trying to clean up everyone’s mess and whip the Sokovia Accords into shape and rebuild the decimated team and figure out how he can build Rhodey a new spine and forget about a metal hand squeezing the life out of his mother, and when Happy reports back to him about Peter he hates himself a little for holding the kid at arm’s length, but everyone who’s in his orbit eventually ends up getting hurt and it’s better for everyone if he keeps his distance, but that doesn’t mean he’s not keeping tabs on the kid and sometimes at 4.30 in the morning when stress and anxiety and too much coffee won’t let him sleep he sits in his office and listens to Peter’s inane voicemail messages and can’t stop the helpless smile from tugging on his lips as he learns about a kind old lady buying the kid a churro and for a moment he feels a little less alone and broken.

If you’re having a bad day, watch this

It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.

Buddha (via infj-misc)