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the mention of homozygous mthfr paired with the ‘let’s get this bread’ tag is HILARIOUS to me considering those of us with the mutation shouldn’t. eat most bread since most of its enriched disbuxjsbchdd
You think my bad genes will keep me from getting any sort of bread??
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@promethianson replied to your post: �� + Did you like Bentleys from the start, or did...
crowley is the original “gay that doesn’t know car breeds” and as a gay who doesn’t know car breeds i respect him for that
GOD UR SO FUCKING RIGHT
@promethianson. ( s.c. )
THE WOODS ALL LOOK THE SAME, contorted trees whispering the same litany of curses and incantations on the night gales that glide above the undergrowth. Boulders jutting with human vertebrae peer out of the darkness, covered in long vines that are all fingers connected to the same hand rising out of the ground. Usually, they coax no reaction from Hypnos, save a curious appreciation, but now he examines each one through spotting vision from a heaving chest, terrified that one morphed creature or another might bear resemblance to his love. I told you not to go outside at night, he thinks to himself miserably, if only to stop the constant static telling him that this is his fault, he shouldn’t have gone to bed upset, he should have reiterated the imperativeness of staying inside, that he should have just apologised. Kastor’s eventual death is something that Hypnos is slowly coming to accept, but he cannot do so on these terms. He cannot die alone here in this haunting jungle thinking that Hypnos is still upset with him . I told you, I told you.
Hypnos had feared this would happen at some point or another, but he had chosen not to acknowledge that possibility, and instead wrapped himself in the blinding shroud of naive bliss. “Kastor!” He calls into the night. The sky is truly black, the embroidery of the stars hidden behind a tempest that threatens to spill by morning. Not even a pale glow of the moon behind the clouds assists him in his frenetic search. Hypnos has nothing but his own fear and the briny wind that moves through the woods, his ears straining to hear any sign of Kastor somewhere.
@promethianson.
THE LAST TIME HYPNOS paid attention to human literature was when its only purpose was to hold traders accountable and to record rites he already knew by heart. He knows some of the Olympians were literate, and most of their children after them, but Hypnos was born of the stuff of darkness, more concept than being, and being so ancient, so independent of mortality and progression, he never thought he needed to. He knows his names, and that is sufficient enough. Or rather, it was sufficient enough.
“B...bet - ter beans...and ba - con in p....peak - peace th...than cakes and aley - no, ale - in f...ear.” Hypnos closes the book with the carelessness of someone who does not think to save their place and looks up at Kastor with frustrated resolve in his eyes. “This is arbitrary ; I know Aesop. I could recite this from my memory, if I wished. Can’t I just accept my ineptitude at this and save us from this torture?” Each word he stumbles over, each individual letter he sounds out, each syllable he gets wrong, seems to be another strike to his godhead. If so many mortals can do this, it should be easy for him, he should be able to read whatever he likes, but Hypnos never knew something could be so difficult.
❖ would you ever become a frequent user of magick?
ask a question and my muse will tell the truth // open
Probably not. It’s really not the best idea to give someone as clumsy and self destructive as him the ability to control fire or lightning.Though, he can’t say he’s never actively tried to move something closer to him with his mind when he’s too far away from it, nor can he dismiss that he sometimes wishes he had the ability to instantly dry wet clothes, all of the mundane spells that would qualify more in the realm of parlor tricks.
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promethianson replied to your post: 1 way to sound like you know shit is to know one...
do u have to know the meaning of the word or can you be like. i’m feeling particularly estuary today. is that enough
it depends on if the conversation is verbal or online because if you’re online anyone can look it up. only a nerd would know the actual definition of estuary when talking face to face. anyone else would just be like “hey. what” and you can just bullshit the word and surprise some poor asshole thinks estuary means melancholy when in actuality it means the tidal mouth of a large river or where the tide meets the stream
“To the HEART and MIND... Ignorance is kind.” Settling a hand under her chin, Portia blows a loose strand of ginger hair from her face. “There’s NO comfort in the truth.”
CARELESS WHISPER. @promethianson
♙ ❝ PLEASE DON’T. ❞
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