Barely A Few Minutes Of Ao3 Being Down For Maintenance, And I’m Dying Lmao Q_q

I feel like Poseidon would just let Odysseus go out of spite.

“Do you really fucking think you can threaten me?” —Poseidon to Odysseus maybe.

& Maybe, thru this, Poseidon gets the last laugh. Because no matter what Odysseus can even do in the future, he’ll never get true vengeance against Poseidon. After all, a recurring theme in Greek mythology is basically gods acting like assholes & getting away w/it

The City

Gray skies, tall buildings,

Noisy silence somehow dull,

The lights bright yet dark

The Student’s Lament

Here I am, in my room, looking out the window

The mountains are a dark smear, yet lights are twinkling,

Beauty so far, creating a starry meadow,

Yet I’m still stuck here, with all my thoughts swirling

My laptop is open, and so are my notebooks

I’ve got too much deadlines, and very little time

So I’ll study and study, yearning for my books

But I still look outside, staring at those lights

Laughter comes drifting near, so bright, and so. Carefree

So I start pondering if I made that sound once,

Rather than my sighing, filled with all my misery

That kind of laughter’s just memories, long, long gone

Here I am, hunched over my desk with all my notes,

No longer reading them—Rather, I’m just staring,

My jumbled thoughts just running in different roads,

While I’m here, sitting down, stuck with all my musing

Love how everyone immediately started calling CC Dave/David after Hyperdroid’s theory dropped

Reflection

The moon shines calmly,

Amidst the darkness and stars,

A reflecting thief

Burning

The sun always smiles,

Giving light to those below,

While burning them all

If you see me silently screaming, don’t worry. It’s just me reading fanfics

Okay, has anyone ever tried explaining to a friend of yours (who is interested in you) that you are aroace and it terribly backfires?

Instead of them backing away, that little shit starts thinking, “Hehehe. They’re playing hard to get!” And then suddenly becomes closer as if they believe you were just capping the entire time.

Is this an aroace cannon event? Or is it just me?

When you spend multiple hours choosing a character name rather than actually writing:

Gone are the days where books were well-beloved. Reading comprehension has been at an absolute low, where students cannot read through a single book. All the ideas presented by authors will slowly be lost to time, as no one except a few will read. Even with these, it’s difficult to properly read given how fast-paced our world is.

School is no longer a center for learning. Students who actually wish to learn are punished for their curiosity. They are seen as outcasts, nerds, weirdos, etc.

Children are exposed to screens at a young age. They see bright, nauseating neon colors daily, fingers and eyes moving. Patience is a virtue growing rarer and rarer, and along with it cognitive function.

Corporations grow bigger. Prices go higher. Salaries remain the same, for decades. And more decades. Each generation cannot afford what their predecessors could.

Art is an empty husk, no longer filled with meaning. It is beauty with no soul. It is a flower vase with no flower inside. It is a masterpiece created by reluctant artists, whose main goal is to survive.

Oppression persists, growing in strength. Politicians become stronger, no longer needing to sound intelligent. The crowds absorb their words without a second thought, as if under a spell.

Mother Nature is getting sicker day by day. Yet everyone continues on with their lives as if the day isn’t getting hotter. As if CO2 isn’t steadily climbing. As if the plastic in the ocean mysteriously disappeared. As if Nature will fix our shit, when it is the one dying.

We all look at these horrors, wondering if we are the ones insane instead. Isn’t it easier to stop thinking about these?

Maybe we are looking for someone. The next Martin Luther King. The next Tesla or Einstein. The next Mandela. The next Shakespeare. The next da Vinci. Regardless, we are looking for a saviour. Someone to take the fall for society’s cruelty.

Perhaps the worst thing of all is that WE have no choice but to be the ones who act.