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Short version is that Pluto is a later name for the god of death, which is often associated with the Roman era/Roman mythology. Hades is the earlier name.
I made this post thinking I knew what kind of fire I was playing with. Hephaestus, God of Fire, looking upon me from his fuck off tower or whatever said âOh you think you know? Check this shitâ and promptly set my post ablaze for everyone to observe
You're basically doing the post equivalent of standing out in a field during a storm with a ten-foot copper pole, you better hope Zeus is busy hiding from Hera.
here is me holding my trophy for tumblr post of the year. i'd like to thank no one in particular but i would like to unthank everyone who decided this one in particular was post of the year. i will never let this down ever
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executive dysfunction tips! It gets easier to do a task if you dress appropriately first!! Itâs much easier to get started once youâre wearing the right clothes for the headspace. For example if you need to clean your room, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to make dinner, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to accept visitors, try putting on a maid dress! If you need to poison the tea that will be served to your mistressâ esteemed guests in an effort to ensure her suitors never take your mistressâ hand from you, try putting on a-
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Captain Marvel overhears some of the heroes in the Justice League talk about how weird it is that he is the only major hero who hasnt brought in a child protege.
Worried about the threat to his secret identity, he goes to the one person he thinks can help him.
"Hey Danny, wanna pretend to be Marvel Junior? I dont want the Justice League to think I'm weird."
Danny, who has been hanging with Billy as a fellow homeless kid in fawcett, looks up at the sky and thinks for a minute. Other than Billy, he doesn't like the JLA. In fact, he kind of hates their guts.
Youâre an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now youâve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.
Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one.
Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest.
By the time you reach Mount Olympus, youâve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who youâre pretty sure is Hera in disguise.
Zeus never stood a chance.
What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.
Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, âwho did it?â
And she replied âZeus,â accepting he probably wouldnât believe her.
And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, âIâll be back before the baby is born.â
âWhere are you-?â
âThe lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.â
âThe pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all ofâŠâ the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.
âThereâs a way around,â Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, âIn the stories thereââs always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.â
He hadnât meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadnât meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boyâs had.
âWay I heard it,â a womanâs voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmerâs wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, âthereâs a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.â Everyoneâs eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. âLeast, thatâs what my grand-mammy always told me.â she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.
âOh, we were so foolish!â That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. âOf course thereâd be a.. a quest. Theyâd keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-â
âOrâ, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, âheâs like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasnât gotten around to it.â She gestured vaguely to the hillside, âHonestly, I wouldnât be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.â
It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.
I made green tea, but I forgot there was an old bag of chai in the kettle, so I mixed chai water with decaf green tea, then I mixed in like a half table spoon or something of that honey from the dollar store that they aren't legally allowed to call honey because there's too much corn syrup in it and some almond milk and a single drop of coffee creamer because we ran out and???? It tastes like??? Nothing????
It has LESS flavor than my tap water! HOW do you EVEN-
I think I made a flavor that's only perceptible to shrimp, that's the only explanation
It tried to make it again and I somehow made milk???? I used almond milk but it tastes like whole milk???? Like straight from the fucking tit what the fuck, HOW DID I MAKE LACTOSE FREE MILK WTF WTF HOWWW
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collectorâs item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyoneâs decor, because the colors in it are garish. Itâs just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if heâs just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. Thereâs an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandmaâs house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. Sheâd visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmotherâs house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We donât say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and âYou FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATEââ
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dadâs house currently.
But heâs trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.
The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.
No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.
The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.
Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.
âD- shit!" Red cursed, leaping to catch him judging by the suddenly much-closer voice and the arms now cradling his head and shoulders to keep them off of the floor. "Steph!"Â
"Names~!" Spoiler sing-songed.
"We were going to have him wear the sensory suppression helmet!"
"Well, this worked just fine didn't it?" Danny hears a sloshing noise - probably the recapped chloroform bottle getting twirled.
"No." Robin deadpanned. "The timeframe of his unconsciousness will not be sufficient to reach the batcave and we will need the helmet anyway."
"Pppshaw," Spoiler dismisses. "The last time any of you guys checked the time it was, what, when you were proving you weren't secretly cult maniacs by showing him those news articles? Between then and when he wakes up he won't have any way to tell how long he was out. As long as he can't see the entrance by the time he's up it'll be fiiiine."
"You will also have damaged what trust we had thus far been able to build with him, likely setting back our investigation and thus both our ability to interfere with the League of Assassins and to help Danny himself," came Robin's scathing reply.
"...ah."
"We're wasting time," Red sighed, moving to sling Danny over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, judged by the shoulder now jamming into his stomach. "Thank you, Spoiler, for volunteering to drag the captive. Robin, doors."
There was a lot of boredom after that, mostly just listening to the three shuffling around and hearing some kind of hissing noise that he assumed was a hi-tech door or something, given everything he'd seen so far.
Then they were moving, and Danny realized he had no idea how long he should pretend to still be out.Â
Luckily, just as he was debating playing 'waking up' the group stopped, Robin commenting it would be best to be stationary when he awoke to increase the time he might suspect had passed.
After being carefully propped up against a wall, he counts to thirty before letting his breathing return to normal, slowly opening his eyes.
He looks to Spoiler - kidnapped assassin slung over her shoulder - first.
âIâm gonna be real,â he starts before anyone else tries to speak. âI think something might be wrong with your perfume.â
Spoiler snorts and Redâs lips twitch in a suppressed smile, but Robin remains stoic.
âThat was not perfume,â he says carefully. âIt was a mild sedative, so that we could further obscure the location of the batcave. Perfumes are generally incapable of causing unconsciousness.â
âIf no perfume: why smell good?â
Spoiler bursts into cackles at that, Red making a strangled noise between a cough and a laugh and slapping a hand over his mouth.
âPlease do not attempt to use or offer chloroform to others to use as a perfume, it is a highly unsafe chemical and can be fatal,â Robin says, brows pinched into a vaguely concerned expression.
âAw,â Danny pouts dramatically.
Red clears his throat.
âSpoiler is very sorry for springing that on you,â he starts, with a pointed look her way. âWe had intended to talk to you about the need for another layer of obfuscation around our security.â
âYep!â Spoiler grins. âFrom the bottom of my heart, my bad.â
Danny lays a hand over his chest, using the other to wipe away an imaginary tear as he chokes out âOf course I forgive you!â
Then he snorts, dropping his hands to lounge in his pockets.
âSo now that youâve taken me to a secondary, and a tertiary, and aâŠum - quadrertiatry? - location, which way are we going?â He makes a point to look back the way they came.
Theyâre quick to correct him, leading the way through the tunnels at a more sedate pace - a fast walk instead of the running from before.
They claim to be half way there by the time he wakes up - they definitely arenât. It takes a solid 30 more minutes.
At least now that Danny is âawakeâ theyâre talking again - mainly about Spoilerâs questionable taste in âperfumeâ and whether or not it would be safe for any of the aliens they know to use as perfume - a very sneaky way for Danny to acquire more knowledge of alien biology, if he does say so himself.
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Given their track record for getting along, everyone had been worried when Tim and Damian went missing at the same time. Sure, Damian had gotten a lot less murdery over the course of the last four years, but the worry was still there.Â
When it turned out to be a self-imposed mission to Nanda Parbat they had worried even more. Unfortunately, no one else had been able to leave Gotham. By the time they couldâve caught up they would have been more likely to draw unwanted attention to their two strays than be of use.
Luckily, theyâd managed to put the Riddler away that night, making it back to the cave just in time to receive Timâs update - a success and a surprise guest.
A guest that, as far as they could tell, did not exist.Â
No paper trail, no pictures, no appearances in any images or even audios as far as they could tell. Expanding beyond Illinois to the US in general didnât turn up anything. A global search yielded yet another heaping helping of nothing.
There were some possible explanations, of course, but it was decidedly suspicious.
Any hope that the three had escaped unnoticed were dashed when they were over the pacific and the local branch of the League of Assassins began moving obviously enough for Oracle to detect them - branching throughout the city and posting up on various vantage points in some kind of search grid.
One group even made their way to Wayne Manor, posting up around the perimeter.
All in full view of cameras.Â
One even waved.Â
For a group like the League it was verging on something like polite.Â
Or threatening.Â
The utter lack of activity from any of them once they reached their apparent destinations put the latter option somewhat in doubt, however.
Even so, the situation was plenty alarming and Bruce had everyone arming themselves to the teeth while they waited and listened - not that Jason needed any encouragement even if he was still pouty about the lack of guns in the Bat-armory.Â
Nightwing, being the loving older brother that he was, was quick to offer him a rubber band hornet to supplement his existing guns. He was immediately betrayed, narrowly dodging a projectile to the cheek.
Bruce had contacted the JLD about the situation not a second after the kid - Danny - said Raâs was trying to summon the Lord of the Dead.Â
Didnât have to be deep into the occult to know that that was undoubtedly a very bad thing to allow to happen.Â
With any luck, whatever ritual Raâs was trying to use would be faulty and they would have more time to intervene and prevent him from finding something that would work.
Of course, to know that they needed to know what the circle actually looked like.
Good news: the kid saw the circle and seems to have a great memory.
Bad news: the kid set a condition for the knowledge and would not be swayed.
Good news: they personally know several aliens willing to help.
Bad news: literally every member of the JLD is ungodly hard to get ahold of at the best of times.
Good news: they managed to contact Constantine on the third try.
Bad news: he seemed very concerned by Bruceâs explanation of the situation.
Good news: he wanted to show up right away to help.
Bad (and worrying) news: he is currently too drunk to teleport. Or be awake, if the sudden snoring through the line is any indication.
So now Bruce is tracking his location and sending Supes to pick him up on the way so he can wait to sober up in the caveâs medbay.
Possibly for the best - given how talkative Danny was on the plane over Constantine mightâve lost it waiting for him to stop asking all the questions heâll no doubt have.
Just another hour of playing suspiciously-polite-staredown with a murder cult and they might be able to get some answers.
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Damian watched Danny watch the door to the cave open in fascination, eyes alight with joy. Enthusiasm.
It was a large part of what made the plane-ride with him so much less distressing; normally being in a closed space with someone whoâd taken a recent dip in a Lazarus Pit would beâŠexhausting. Manageable, perhaps, but requiring constant attention to avoid potential - likely - harm.
Any concern about erratic, violent behavior practically melted away in the face of Dannyâs attitude.
His exuberant curiosity.Â
The zest for life that colored each and every word he said or expression he made.
In combination with the skill he must have to have escaped imprisonment by the league? His sharp mind (even if he did occasionally lack information that should be common knowledge - Damian himself had been much the same when he first came to live with his father, he would not judge him for that)? The strong negotiation skills he had demonstrated in their talk? His unflinching will?
His beauty?
Damian was captivated.
He watched as he gasped like it was the last air he would ever breathe when he laid eyes on the T-rex, causing everyone else to tense up.
Then he moved - nearly too fast to track - before slowing back down when he was within a foot or two of the dinosaur - and many feet off of the ground. That certainly supported the sheltered meta theory.
âYou guys have a dinosaur in here!?â he yelled, flitting around it in a manner not unlike a hummingbird. âThatâs so cool! Is it real? Or like, not real because it obviously isnât alive but is it, like, taxidermed - taxiderm-y-ed? Or is it a replica? Or-â
âAnimatronic, actually,â Father cut in, drawing his attention.Â
âIt moves!?â
âIt used to. We keep it shut down for safety reasons, however.â
âAww, boo,â Danny pouted, snorting at some unknown joke as he descended back to the ground.
âItâs nice to meet you, Danny. Though I do wish it were under better circumstances,â Father gestured to the table near the batcomputer - where the rest of them had gathered to wait - before moving that way.
âIt could be worse,â Danny shrugged, following after - still floating.
Halfway to the table, Danny gasped again, this time accompanied by a small blue mist.
His head snapped to Jason - fast enough Damian was vaguely concerned for his neck - and paused to stare owlishly at him.
A glance revealed him to be visibly bristling at the attention, every muscle tense.
âThese are my associates,â Batman cut in before anything unfortunate could be said. âYouâve met Red Robin, Spoiler, and Robin. This is-â
âRed Hood,â Jason cut him off. âAnd we âassociateâ barely.â
âIâm Nightwing!â Richard shouted, one arm waving in the air for emphasis. âAnd I can totally fly!â
âIâm Signal,â Duke added, making the last introduction. âAnd Iâd hate to see circumstances worse than being hunted by a globally active death cult made up of highly trained assassins.â
âHunted?â Red Robin asked, straightening up at the new information.Â
âMost likely,â Batman answered as Danny finally joined them around the table - still stealing glances at Hood. Damian frowned.
âNot long after you left Nanda Parbat, the local branch of the League began moving - their assassins have posted up throughout the city - and around our perimeter. Theyâre being subtle enough to avoid civilian attention, but they waved directly at our cameras. Normally weâd assume they were after the assassin we brought here, but Raâs is normally more direct than this. He wouldâve called, tried to negotiate, or just sent in men to retrieve him. That he hasnât is unusual-â
âWhich is why we suspect heâs still after you,â Spoiler added as she rejoined them, having gone to secure the prisoner.
âSpoiler!â Nightwing scolded.
âWhaaaat? Itâs already obvious. No point in hiding it when the guyâs already been kidnapped once.â
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Danny hmmed.
âIt comes to me that if your group is so well known, saying Iâm âflying away with a pair of Robinsâ is maybe, possibly, potentially not the incredibly vague and unhelpful clue I thought it was.â
He rubbed at the back of his neck, laughing sheepishly as all eyes whipped around to stare at him.Â
âAhaha⊠my bad?â
âDanny.â Batman asked after a pause. âWho, exactly, did you give this âclueâ to?â
âUhâŠRaâs?â
âWh- How!? Weâve been with you the whole time since we met!â Red Robin asked.
âI just sent a duplicate,â He shrugged, splitting off a duplicate and popping it after a three-count.
âSorry about that.â
âThe fuck kid? Why the hell would you give hints about your location to a guy who wants to murder you,â Red Hood fumed, standing to slam his hands on the table.
âThat will cost you two meetings with aliens,â he winked, putting a finger to his lips.
âThatâs quite a high price considering you only asked for one meeting to learn the supposed summoning circle for the Lord of the Dead.â
Danny spun around at the unfamiliar voice, only to be met with Superman. He gaped.
âSorry for the delay, Iâm Superman, Kryptonian alien extraordinaire,â he topped off the introduction with a dramatic bow before landing gently on the ground.Â
âI hear you have a lot of questions for me,â he smiles, holding up a hand when Danny opens his mouth to reply. âBut first, I believe you promised my friends a summoning circle?â
Danny pouts.
âYeah, I did,â he sighs, turning to Batman. âGot a pen and paper?â
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