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Greek mythology from A to Z:

[P] - Pandora (Πανδώρα), the first woman, was created by Zeus to neutralize the blessing of fire, which had been stolen by Prometheus from Olympus.

In Hesiod’s Works and Days, Pandora had a jar containing all manner of misery and evil. Zeus sent her to Epimetheus, who forgot the warning of his brother Prometheus and made Pandora his wife. She afterward opened the jar, from which the evils flew out over the earth. Hope alone remained inside, the lid having been shut down before she could escape.

Mindful Magic 🌙✨

Safety glasses off, motherfuckers*.

*HE REALLY SAID THAT HE REALLY DID I WAS LOSING MY DAMN MIND

There you go girl... life is a fucking shit without its hopes.

Pandora opened the box—

inside the box there was a great wickedness. inside the box there was an apple. inside the box there was the knowledge of good and evil. inside the box there was a mirror. inside the box there was the contents of her own heart, given form and volition. inside the box there was a darkness that was dispelled the moment it was opened, leaving her only with an open box and all the world around her and an amorphous sense of dread.

inside the box there was another box. inside the box there was the box itself, unopened. inside the box there was a replica of the world and all its ills, made miniature. inside the box there was an infinite series of progressively smaller boxes, so that her labor might never be complete, nay, not til the end of mankind.

inside the box there was a secret. inside the box there was the bloody remains of all the women who had dared to open the box before her. inside the box there was a great treasure, a revelation that could outweigh all the splendor of the idyllic world around her. inside the box was whatever evil her Creator had placed inside of it to begin with. inside the box was the innermost portion of the soul that must first be known in order to be loved, were she to love Him in His entirety. inside the box was her inheritance. inside the box was evidence of a crime.

inside the box there was a promise. inside the box there was nothing at all, nothing but a moral lesson. inside the box there was a tiny image of Pandora herself, her head bent over a box as if seen from a great height, and when Pandora looked up it was then for the first time she saw the four walls surrounding her.

Inside the box there was a perfect world, just waiting to begin.

Things that remind me of: Hera

Baking for someone when they're sad.

Being the mom friend.

Knitting, crocheting things for your friends because they all deserve more soft things in their lives.

Packing an extra hoodie in your bag in case one of your friends or siblings forgets to bring one.

Having back ups of medication and inhalers in case your friend needs them. (I have allergy pills and a spare EpiPen for my friend).

Painting. Idk why, it just gives me big Hera vibes.

Praying to her when you need a mother's advice and you're too afraid to ask your mother, or you've lost your mother. She's so motherly, if you ever need a mom, she's there for you.

Being able to literally forget your own name, music taste and age but being able to basically write a wikifandom page from memory about each of your friends.

Soup. Big mom food, soup is good.

Working on your issues. Forgiving, so you can move on. But remembering you don't owe anyone anything.

When you get hurt and your friend puts on a cute band aid with flowers or cartoons on it because it helps.

Remembering to take your meds. It makes her so proud of you.

When you're kids and you plan out your whole wedding with your friends and you design dresses and make a menu and a maid of honour speech and everything. Hera loves that shit.

When your sibling goes to hospital or moves out and you cling onto their stuffed animal that you stole (or were given) and it helps you adjust to them not being near you right then. (My brother went into hospital alot with kidney problems, I have his plush giraffe, his name is Microsoft).

Waking up from nightmares and gasping because you dont know where you are but you relax slowly and melt into the mattress and feel better slowly and that's Hera. She's guiding you back to yourself, to safety, she's easing the adrenaline from your system.

Believing in soulmates.

I'm so tired so I hope the spelling is okay. I love Hera so much, she's very comforting.

Next will be Zeus himself

Pandora redraw

2019 – 2014

Writing Jeyna is like:

The coffee! The coffee orders! Coffee shop! The coffee!

Jellybeans. The in depth analysis of jelly bean colors and how it ties into their relationship

Hands! It's all about the hands

Paperwork. The metaphor of paperwork as in how Reyna always tries to keep ahead of schedule and do it properly whereas Jason procastinates and does it the night before.

Reyna's braids. Jason loving her hair. Enough said.

EYES! EMOTION! EYES!

Streets of New Rome. Stories on each street.

War Games. How rivalry turns to an uncertain friendship.

Senate meetings and defending each other in small ways

The little gestures. Fingers touching, leg shoving, a hand on the back, shoulders clashing. It's the small things!!!

Their friends. In depth headcanons for Gwen, Dakota, Bobby, Felix etc even though theres likeaybe 5 lines about them in canon.

AUs! High school AUs, where Reyna is usually School President ; medieval AUs; mortal AUs (Reyna's usually a lawyer)

Songs! Taylor Swift is a staple for Jeyna fanfics.

Nightmares. Sucks but it's for the ✨angst✨

Forehead and cheek kisses!

Ok this is usually me but I do think other jeyna writers do the same. @xstarsarewrong true or nah?

— Me (JNH)// my poetry is a graveyard of memories

“Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale (via thoughtkick)