I know we’re too busy for high school shenanigans these days but I refuse to believe that it isn’t canon that twenty other students are crushing on Scott McCall, gorgeous bike-riding captain of the lacrosse team who could be swimming in his own popularity but instead is…
(on coming on to a successful show three seasons in) It’s really exciting because you already know it’s a big show and everybody loves it. Everybody already knows what’s happening. But it’s also really intimidating and scary at the same time, because it is a show that does so well, there are a lot of expectations. You have to be up to par with everybody else.
Lisa Beth Robinson, USA
A book about the personal transformation involved in commitment – to an area, to others, through the choices and fears and doubts experienced when trying to decide whether the place I live is one I will call “home”.
Actress Adelaide Kane is photographed for Self Assignment on March 15, 2014 in Los Angeles
Hedonistic Powerhouses: Aphrodite
When the gods fell Aphrodite was not among the ranks of her brothers and sisters to cause chaos upon the mortal masses. And as love is a power unattainable by any spell or curse she was not one fated with losing the memories of the god she once was. No, our dear goddess of love laid back, styled her hair, and started one of the hottest call houses in the city. With her power to lure people to do her bidding through their needs, Aphrodite plans to rejuvenate herself, and to become the almighty force she once was.
But to gain the power she needs Aphrodite must also make a deal with the goddess of the Harvest. Whose love for her daughter is something even the goddess of love defines omnipotent. Will the power of beauty, love, and pleasure be enough to help Aphrodite redefine herself in this new mortal world. Or will she fade away like the old ones did?
when a majority like white/cis/straight people complain about “reverse oppression” it’s like thrashing around in the shallow end of a pool with floaties on screaming that you’re drowning when all you gotta do is stand up and walk out meanwhile the rest of us can barely tread water out in the deep end but nobody notices since the lifeguard is tryna save your whiny ass
Favourite TV Tropes: Femme Fatale
The Femme Fatale is sexy and she knows it. Made famous by Film Noir and hard-boiled detective stories, the Femme Fatale manipulates and confuses the hero with her undeniable aura of sexiness and danger. He knows that she’s walking trouble and knows much more about the bad guys than she should, but damn it if he can’t resist her feminine wiles.
He grips her arm and wrenches her back. “I didn’t say you could leave!”
Hades doesn’t see the slap coming until her long nails scratch his skin. His eyes are dark and angry, but he does nothing, doesn’t even cradle his cheek sheepishly. Persephone is furious and she loves him and what has he done. This is impossibly cruel. Is this the man she lies beside in the afterglow, threads fingers with when they walk?
“I can’t look at you. I can’t look at you,” she sobs and buries her face in her hands. He steps closer and, when she doesn’t move away, takes her gently into his arms. She still won’t look up at him, but his arms around her are still a comfort and she hates that it is.
“Don’t do this to me,” he breathes against her hair. “Don’t turn away from me. You’re the only thing I have left.”
A sweet ache curls in her heart at his words, but Persephone does not want it there. She tries to focus on her anger, on the something other that burns fierce and bright in her chest, but she doesn’t want to. She wants him.
awh thanks ♡
"When I think of an ideal friendship, this isn’t it. I feel like we’re lacking a curiosity about each other. I wish we would ask each other questions. I feel like there is so much about me you don’t know and I feel like there’s so much about you I don’t know. So I wish we would ask each other questions. Questions about family, friends, the houses we grew up in, our thoughts on love, life, loneliness, death, high school, books. Just something deeper than, "How was your day?" "Good." I don’t know if you want to share those things and honestly it’s okay if you don’t, because for the longest time I didn’t want to share them myself. So I just wrote about them instead. But I have a great desire to learn more about you. And I want us to ask each other questions. But I feel like we’ve gotten past the point where asking questions is socially acceptable or maybe the kinds of questions I’m talking about were never socially acceptable. So we get into a routine and forget to ask questions or, worse, accept the status quo of not asking questions at all."