Nonsense

Apollo, twin sister to Artemis, has seen her at least once a week for 4,000 years:

ares:

Persephone:

Aphrodite:

I love first drafts. I know they’re far from perfect. They’re rough and sometimes they don’t make sense, but they’re the first whole version of your story. They’re a book baby in the early stages before you polish it up into what it will become. 

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Say 5 things that make you happy, and then tag 10 people to do the same. 

1. When Cliff does one of his goofy dances, or wears a goofy smile, or does the lizard face, or does this thing with his hands that reminds me of a doggie paddle. Basically Cliff being Cliff. 

2. Sexy murder shoes, aka shoes that are heeled, super pointy or chunky, most likely black, and blur the line between ultra feminine and “she could probably kill me with those things.”

3. Writing.

4. Listening to my favorite music while driving around during the summer with the windows rolled down.

5. When readers tell me how much they appreciate my stories, how much the healthy relationship means to them, how much they love tobleila, and/or their theories about the symbols and themes. When you work so hard on something and put every effort into it, that kinda response is priceless.

1. Writing is pretty much always a pick me up. I love everything about it, even on the days I struggle

2. Chad being a super cute and amazing husband at all hours of the day

3. Laundry day, because it means my one kitty is going to get SUPER excited about the sheets being her own personal parachute that she can run around under and roll around purring

4. Beta readers screaming over my stories XD

5. My incredible writer friends who have made this whole journey wonderful <3

1) When I’m taking a shower with my fiance and he’s dancing to the music and making his hair do weird things with the soap. 

2) Writing, of course, because I feel that words make up my heart and soul and that it’s the one thing I truly could not live without. 

3) Athena, my older cat and Belladona, my new kitten. (His name is sorta in the works so it might change later but he’s super sweet and imprinted on me like instantaneously. 

4) Sleep lol I need more of it but I relish the sleep I get. 

5) When my mans and I go driving with the music blaring and the windows rolled down as we explore roads we haven’t encountered before. 

I don’t really have ten people so I have one. 

“Nope.”

“But —”

“Madame Iris!” 

No. Fuck no, She should have stayed at the top of the stairs. A witch could come and murder her, that would have been okay. So long as all these needy assholes left her alone. Peace and quiet, now that’s what she really needed. None of this Iris that, Iris this. 

“What?” She couldn’t help the rage that seemed barely contained in the word. No doubt startling the young woman before her. The bruises that littered her skin were aching beyond relief and her ribs were screaming from the act of breathing. 

“I know you just got back, but ----” 

“Nope.” Iris shook her head, taking a couple more steps down the stairs. She was calling it a night, war be damned. She was going to shower, get healed and fucking sleep. The war would be there when she woke up, if she woke up. 

“But----”

“No. Absolutely fucking not. I’m going to eat, for once, then I am going to sleep and then, and only then, will I see about your stupid, godforsaken missions.”

The huntress raised an eyebrow waiting to see if the woman would attempt to sway her yet again. 

“Jordan insists.” She attempted, voice shaking as she attempted to make herself smaller. 

“Jordan can impale himself with the tip of my blade if he wishes for me to do shit. He can beg on his knees too the good goddess Cel before I do what he wants. If it is so important do it your fucking self. For the love of life woman move!”

So, about ten years ago I got my dad a fly swatter like this; a foam hand with a plastic sound boxes that said “Gotcha” and other stuff, as a gag- My dad loves fly swatters- little did I know this would become his FAVORITE one. Sadly two years later a friend of mine came over and… broke it. To this dad my dad STILL brings i

I want to get him a new one for Christmas- but, I CANNOT FIND ONE. I have been looking for months. Does anyone know where I can buy  of these? I bought the original one at CVS I think. 

Any help is appreciated. =)

“You have to face them eventually.”

"No, I really don't. I could just..... Runaway and never come back. Yeah! That's what I'll do." Seth stated, similing brightly though the movement hurt his bleeding lip. He had yet to go to the nurse for it. The nurse, his doting mother who would probably rip the abuser a new hide but, no. This was the first time even Iris had caught on.

"You're right. You don't have to deal with it." Iris smiled and Seth could feel the cold in his chest as his lips curled down. Before she even moved toward Seth was up, holding his hands and shaking his head. The new lighting caused his sister to gasp. Then he knew he had made a mistake. Now she could see the bruises that littered his cheek, the gash that was slashed across his face. The black that encircled his eye and darkened his lips.

"Se-th." Her voice cracked as she gently took his face into her hands. Tears causing her hazel eyes to glimmer under the minimal light of the war bunker. "What did they do to you?"

In that moment Seth saw her shift in demanor. There was no changing her mind now, the cold determination that crossed her face as she slowly placed a kiss on his forehead. Then he knew, no matter if he had stood up to them himself, Iris would still be here. Standing in front of him, holding his face and promising to fix it all. Wasn't that how their story worked? As children it was always this. Iris acting as his body guard and carving the path so that he may live in peace.

He understood that now. That deep level of who his sister was resonated with him then. So much so that he could hardly protest as she smiled at him. The smile that had brought him years of comfort and love. He could hardly muster the strength to keep her here as she left the room to once again fight his demons alone.

Iris kept her resolve. Nodded politely to her brother's attacker. All the while grinning. It was different now. Colder. Sharper. She could see the hunter shiver as she passed and with a sudden exhale she called his name. She could practically hear his shoulders tense, hear his heart racing in his chest.

"James, what do you need?" Cautious. He was being cautious. It was far too late for that Iris decided, slowly turning with a raised eyebrow.

"The first time you hit my brother did you have a death wish?" She sneered.

"N-no." He stuttered. The huntress nodded, decidedly pleased with his answer.

"Then this will be all the more entertaining."

Umbrella

               Chloé stared out the window, watching the rain come down. Somehow, she could still hear Marinette’s music over the thunder and rain. The girl in question was working on a dress for Chloé, commissioned for a party she had to attend this weekend. Well, maybe ‘working’ was a generous term.

               “You seem awfuly happy,” Chloé remarked.

               “I just love thunderstorms,” Marinette said.

               “No, I know that look,” she said.

               “What look?” she asked.

               “That one,” she gestured to all of her. “That goofy smile, the humming and dancing. Giggling to yourself. You’re thinking of Adrien but I know he hasn’t done anything specific to earn this right now, so why’s he on your mind?”

               “You’re going to laugh,” she said.

               “Probably,” she shrugged. “You two are the dorkiest couple. So, spill, what is it?”

               Marinette set down the sowing supplies. Still with that goofy smile, she walked over to a corner of the room. After rifling through a shelf for a moment, she pulled out an umbrella and walked back.

               “Remember the first day I met Adrien?” Marinette said. “You had put gum on my seat, and I yelled at him because I thought he was in on it?”

               “Oh yeah, that,” Chloé made a face. “Sorry again, about that one.”

               “Yeah, well, anyway,” she laughed. “Later, as we were leaving school, it started storming. Adrien came up to apologize for it, explain himself. At first I was still mad, but he was so sweet and sincere, and he opened up, you know? Then he offered me this umbrella.”

               “Okay, still not seeing it,” she said, smirking as she did.

               “It was like time stopped in that half-second,” she sighed dreamily. “There was a flash of lightning and the roar of thunder, and he looked…. Magical. I swear he was glowing, but a soft glow, like moonlight. His hair looked like literal sunshine, and his eyes-“

               “Let me guess,” she said. “His eyes looked like stars?”

               “It sounds dumb, since his eyes are green,” she chuckled. “But yes. It was probably just a reflection from the lightning, but I swear I saw stars in his eyes. And that was the moment I fell in love with him.”

               Chloé was quiet at first. Then she began to snicker. Soon enough, she was almost crying with laughter. Marinette huffed and rolled her eyes.

               “Okay, I’m not laughing for the reason you think!” Chloé said between giggles.

               “Really?” she asked, unconvinced.

               “So, okay, here’s the thing,” she said. “I’ve heard a very similar story. About a boy in the rain, offering his umbrella. Except he described the girl as ‘glowing like the sun, with hair as dark as night and galaxies spiraling in her beautiful blue eyes’. While he didn’t realize it until a while later, because he’s an idiot and had been focused on ‘Ladybug’, that was the moment Adrien began to fall in love with you.”

               Somehow, Marinette’s grin got even goofier as her face blushed redder. Chloé gave a few more snickers as the girl picked up her phone to call.

               “You called it ‘magical’,” Chloé laughed. “But Adrien said it was a bit ‘Miraculous’”

HURRICANE HARVEY IS NOW A CATEGORY THREE HURRICANE.

fellow texans: this is serious. if you’re in an area where you were told to evacuate, YOU NEED TO EVACUATE.

Here are some resources from the Texas Democrats website:

Please only call 911 for immediate medical, fire or police emergencies.

Call 311 to report flooding or debris in streets.

Resources for Hurricane Harvey

Visit Hurricanes.govfor the latest on the storm.

Visit www.ready.gov or www.listo.gov (español) for tips on how to prepare for and stay safe during hurricanes and flooding.

Visit the FEMA Social Hub for updates from official emergency management social media accounts.

Download the FEMA Mobile App to receive alerts from the National Weather Service, get safety and survival tips, customize your emergency checklist, find your local shelter, and upload your disaster photos to help first responders.

Report debris or flooding

Call 311 from your phone to report debris or flooding

Power outages

Stay away from downed power lines

Report downed power lines by calling 311

Food safety after power outages

http://www.foodsafety.gov/keep/charts/refridg_food.html

Your food should be safe as long as power is out no more than 4 hours

Keep the door closed as much as possible

Discard any perishable food (such as meat, poultry, fish, eggs, and leftovers) that have been above 40 degrees F for over 2 hours

Social Media Accounts

Legal hotline

@fema

@femaregion6

FEMA on Facebook

The State Bar of Texas has established a legal hotline at 1 (800) 504-7030 to help people find answers to basic legal questions and connect them with local legal aid providers.

Monetary donations and volunteering

Red Cross – Coastal Bend

I’d advise creating a Twitter account if you don’t already have one, and following these accounts as well:

NWSHouston

Texas Tribune list of journalists covering Harvey

NBC News

Houston Chronical

NWS

Houston Police Chief Acevedo

Texas Department of Transportation

Texas Tribune

ABC13 Houston

Some tips for those staying home to weather the storm [note: not everyone can afford to leave, or has anywhere to go to escape the storm. not everyone who stays lacks common sense, they just don’t have the funds, the transportation [disabled, no car, etc.], or family + friends to go anywhere else]:

Take a shower now, then fill your tub with water. You might need that water later to flush your toilet.

Make sure you’ve got an axe or something like it, because if you live in a low-lying area and the flood waters get into your house, you might end up needing to bust a hole in your roof to get out.

DO NOT SWIM IN FLOOD WATER. Flood waters carry sewage, diseases, toxins, and things like water moccasins, brown recluse spiders, floating ant beds, and more. It is not a pool.

Make sure you have extra batteries to power all of the things. Radios, flashlights, etc.

Make sure all of your devices are charged, and purchase charger packs if possible. There’s a high chance that we all lose power, and it could be out for weeks. Make sure your devices are able to last you for as long as possible.

Make sure you’ve filled your gas tank.

If you live in a low-lying area, make sure all important things like legal documents, photographs, and electronics are up high. If you live in a two story, go ahead and put them up there.

Don’t wait to evacuate until the last minute. If they say you need to leave, then LEAVE. If they haven’t, decide RIGHT NOW whether to stay or not. You don’t want to be caught out in the streets when they start to flood. Because they WILL flood.

A lot of hurricane/tropical storm/flash flood-related deaths happen after the storm has passed. People try to venture out into the waters and end up drowning. Make sure you have everything you need so you don’t have to leave your house for a few days. It will NOT be safe.

WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.

Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

Don’t like it?

Too bad.

being overprotective of your kid is NOT going to help them. it’s fucking savage.

my mom let my sisters and i do whatever we wanted [obvs within reason] and punished us when we did bad shit and we came out just fine. we’re honest people and nothing fucked us up. my friend with overprotective and invasive parents? she sneaks out for a social life. she can’t let people touch her things without almost crying because her dad would confiscate her things as she was using them to make sure she wasn’t selling drugs or sexting. sometimes she compulsively lies about small things and admits to lying later because she knows it’s was stupid to do it in the first place and she developed OCD from her father reprimanding her for not being clean enough [even though she’s a spotless person] she will have anxiety attacks over being in a messy environment because of the panic her dad put into her while growing up. she’s almost twenty and you know what she did? she asked me to cover for her so she could go on a date. SHE IS TWENTY NEXT MONTH AND ASKED ME TO LIE TO HER PARENTS IF THEY ASKED ME WHERE SHE WAS. she was on a date!! dating! because she was afraid her dad would fucking ground her. the sad part is, he probably would have if he found out! they created an environment of distrust and she has to fight it to be able to hang out with people who weren’t even gonna get her in trouble.

yall wanna be like “privacy doesn’t exist for children and teens. no teens can be trusted.” but fact is, you’re gonna force your kid into being untrustworthy because you think it’s healthy to be controlling.

and what, exactly, did i do to deserve this? not a fucking thing. i didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t sneak out, didn’t do drugs, didn’t skip school, nothing. in 13 years of public school, i had one detention - for being late too many times. that’s it. i never did a single thing to make him think i was untrustworthy and i got stalked for it.

when i graduated high school, my father told me if i was going to go to art college on his dime, he was going to have a say in the classes i took and what i did with my free time - he even went so far as to tell me if he ever dropped by the campus, i’d better be in my dorm doing homework or in class, and if i got a grade he didn’t like, he was going to pull me out of school, bring me home, and basically keep me a prisoner with no phone, no tv, no visits with friends until i graduated from the local community college. faced with another four years of stalking and abuse, i moved out and worked in a factory until i could be considered an independent student, then went to the art college i’d always wanted to - on my terms.

my father died last May and i hadn’t talked to him for a year, hadn’t seen him for two, and before that i hadn’t had any communication with him at all for four.

Guess what parents?

Most kids that got constantly accused of bullshit that I KNEW? INCLUDING MYSELF? Ended up doing those things because “Fuck it, might as well if they’re not going to believe me!”

For me, I had sex way before I planned to (19. I was planning on waiting til marriage). Why? Because fuck it, he acted like I was trying to be a whore all the damn time, I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased.

I moved out at age 19. I have never moved back in. I barely talk to him. I talk almost exclusively to my mom.

When I moved out he said I’d be pregnant by the end of the year.

I’m 30. I have no kids. I don’t plan on having kids. Ever. Because I watched every other person in my family have kids when they couldn’t afford them and I’m not doing that to a child.

When I lived with my parents I had nearly all A’s, I had an 8pm curfew at the age of 19, I was never allowed to leave town, leave state, anything like that for school trips or what have you. When I was in college I wasn’t allowed to go to any colleges more than 30 minutes away. My parents didn’t trust others and they instilled that in me and it took me YEARS to fix it.

My therapist pinned down exactly what that does to it a kid too. It’s isolating. You’re isolating your kid. You’re telling them you don’t trust them. You’re telling them you inherently think they’re bad.

And that has huge ramifications on your bond with them.

Preventing a child from having privacy is a punishable offense in the United States (many countries actually) and you can be penalized for it.

What is that?

Rejecting or ignoring: telling a child he or she is unwanted or unloved, showing little interest in child, not initiating or returning affection, not listening to the child, not validating the child’s feelings, breaking promises, cutting child off in conversation

Shaming or humiliating: calling a child names, criticizing, belittling, demeaning, berating, mocking, using language or taking action that takes aim at child’s feelings of self-worth

Terrorizing: accusing, blaming, insulting, punishing with or threatening abandonment, harm or death, setting a child up for failure, manipulating, taking advantage of a child’s weakness or reliance on adults, slandering; screaming; yelling

Isolating: keeping child from peers and positive activities, confining child to small area, forbidding play or other stimulating experiences

Corrupting: engaging child in criminal acts, telling lies to justify actions or ideas, encouraging misbehavior

If you are an abusive parent, you probably have one of these (if not all) of these red flags:

Routinely ignores, criticizes, yells at or blames child

Plays favorites with one sibling over another

Poor anger management or emotional self-regulation

Stormy relationships with other adults, disrespect for authority

History of violence or abuse

Untreated mental illness, alcoholism or substance abuse

Children who suffer from your abuse, experience these emotional and behavioral issues:

Habits like sucking, biting, rocking

Learning disabilities and developmental delays

Overly compliant or defensive

Extreme emotions, aggression, withdrawal

Anxieties, phobias, sleep disorders

Destructive or anti-social behaviors (violence, cruelty, vandalism, stealing, cheating, lying)

Behavior that is inappropriate for age (too adult, too infantile)

Suicidal thoughts and behaviors

In summary, there is no “my house, my rules”. If you actively promote this type of behavior as parents, you are committing a crime, and you can be fined and imprisoned for it, as well as having your kids taken away, which, if they are experiencing this behavior from you, shouldn’t be your kids to begin with.

Children are not your property, regardless of relation.

If you want to guarantee your children never consider you a part of their life or interact with you ever again, continuing these behaviors will absolutely do that. 

As someone who has a support group of nearly 80 kids ranging from the ages of 14 to 27, I can tell you so many horror stories of parental abuse and the shit it fucks up the kids with as a result. My wife experienced and survived her own form of parental abuse, as have I. 

okay so back when I was 12 (? i think. 7th grade for sure) I started experiencing symptoms of depression. So of course, because I thought it would help, I told my mom. She told me I was just “a hormonal teenager” and that I just needed to get over it. At this point I was suicidal and had expressed that, even at that age I knew that it wasn’t normal. not at all.

So I started isolating myself from my family. I’d only text my friends. That’s when they started going through my ipod because they believed I was “doing bad things”. So I set up a passcode because they were just unlocking and going through it every time I left the room. It stayed in my pocket until I got home, then under the bed. I wasn’t allowed to unlock it myself, they had to know the passcode. I’d go through 20 different passcodes a month because I didn’t want them looking through it. I didn’t even have anything to hide! They made me feel guilty, like I was doing something wrong for texting my friends. The most prominent memory of this is sitting in the chair next to the couch, crying from the anxiety they were forcing me through as they looked through everything. I had no privacy. I wasn’t allowed to have privacy. I no longer texted my friends. The little social interaction I got was from tumblr messages every so often.

My parents created instagram, tumblr etc. accounts so they could watch what i posted and when I posted it. I blocked them. This was he only place I had left to express myself and they were trying to take that away too. They found some app (no idea why this even exists) that allows you to fucking track what your kids do online. I changed the email on all of my social media. I stopped using it if they were in the room. I did everything I possibly could because I just wanted to have 1 fucking place I could express myself without them.

They’ve (as far as I know) stopped forcing their way into my shit. They still go through my texts if I leave it unlocked. They hover over me whenever I use the computer. They still threaten to take away my door.

And I just don’t care anymore. About anything. I skip class, I send nudes, I smoke etc. They’re gonna assume I’m doing it anyway, why shouldn’t I?

A marriage counselor??????

“My house, my rules” is don’t wear shoes indoors, or maybe put the cup here when you’re done washing it instead of there, and this day of the week is laundry day.

abuse is hell