Well Not AnymOre

When Azi finally upgrades his computer it will be to like Windows 95 :). 

So let's talk about Ares and women.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m a devotee of the Greek God Ares, Lord of war, rebellion, civil order, the protection and sacking of cities, etc etc fun times etc. I practice my religion in a mostly-reconstructionist fashion and therefore strive to be as historically accurate as reasonably possible.

I also happen to be female.

I mention this because I’ve seen a disturbing trend lately where people seem to be under the impression that Ares is a misogynist, or a rapist, or abuses or neglects or resents women or Goddesses. What I find particularly unfair about this belief is that not only is it completely false, but to the contrary, Ares is probably one of the most women-accepting of all the Theoi, the Greek Gods. More accepting, in fact, than several of the Goddesses.

So kindly allow me to take a moment and utterly debunk it.

Note: you may consider this post my standing challenge for anyone who thinks they can show that Ares hates women or rapes women or whatever to come to me, Soloontherocks, and try to prove it. But you’d better bring evidence.

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Am I reading too much into it? Probably. Am I still going to do it? Absolutely.

I'll always adore how Shouto's always looking at Izuku, irrespective of where they are and how old they are. Him looking at Izuku is a constant in every panel they are together and I find it so incredibly sweet.

Even a hundred feet above the ground, Shouto only has eyes for Izuku and I think that's true love.

they keep adopting strays it’s become a problem

omg???👀

We gotta love Fraggy😍😍 💙💚

Logan: Ok, we just have to think straight to solve this…

Roman: But I’m—

Logan: Now is NOT the time

Patton: I’m not—

Logan: Not you too

Virgil: Logan, I—

Logan: NO

Janus: Bu-

Remus: I’m—

Logan: OKAY FINE EVERYONE THINK GAY JUST MAKE A PLAN

screaming crying throwing up literally combusting

these are so cool

oh hello what are these blorbos doing here

puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something

I love how everyone talks about how we all have sanders sides height headcanons and they're all so different. But I come to you with a proposition. Virgil is the tallest because Thomas has heightened anxiety.