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ARIES

ichor runs golden through your veins,                                                                 and you ignore those who say that anger is a secondary emotion.             {Hera, the slump of your shoulders is more human than you’d like to think.}

TAURUS

your heart is a lion chained, and it thrashes against the jail of your ribcage.{take up your arrows, Artemis; the forest calls.}

GEMINI

just because they think you are ashes does not mean you are not the flame.    {oh Hestia, burn the fingertips of all who dare underestimate your fire.}

CANCER

you are sweet nothings murmured against shaking shoulders;                      you are kiss-bruised lips, mascara running black down your cheeks.            {line your eyes with contradictions, Aphrodite;                                             learn that they are what make you beautiful.}

LEO

Dionysus, you are the vignettes of wine-dipped kisses;                                   you are the cigarette burns that stamp their necks like hickeys.                           {you are the press of paintbrushes against paper;                                          you are the words that clot behind the tip of a writer’s pen.}

VIRGO

violets break through the snow,                                                                       and nostalgia pierces through you like a January wind,                                  gilding your bones with ice.                                                                           {Demeter, you should know that winter does not last.}

LIBRA

Hermes, there will come a day where you will be free,                                   and the past will fall like shackles from your wrists.                                         {the clouds will always be there to catch you.}

SCORPIO

the sky swallows your screams, Poseidon—                                                     the ocean crests in time with your fury.                                                            just look at how the wind is whipped into a frenzy by your arms.                {those who are scared by your shipwrecks have no right to brave your sea.}

SAGITTARIUS

stop shattering your swords against their shields, Ares;                                 you are the only one who ends up with bruised knuckles.                       {courageousness can be as quiet as a simple straightening of the spine.}

CAPRICORN

let them make you their villain; let them cast their stones.                            {your crown of roses holds no thorns, Hades.}

AQUARIUS

Athena, your eyes are shattered windows                                                      and everyone can see through the cracks.                                                     {you are beautiful and never broken.}

PISCES

the sea and the sky will never stop holding their ghosts:                                   in each wave you can see the remnants of Icarus’s origami wings;                   in each cloud you can hear the wisp of Daphne’s lost-lorn laughter.           {please remember, Apollo, that they didn’t want to stay.}

–forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit {perhaps this, too, will be a pleasure to look back on one day}  | e.c.s

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here’s the deal with self care, for me:

pleasure, in the fun late-capitalism hellhole of present-day america, is treated like a luxury.  it’s expensive.  it’s frivolous.  it’s guilty.  if we want to eat ice cream out of the carton and be socially acceptable at the same time, we’d better have earned that ice cream.  maybe by like running a marathon or getting dumped by an asshole.  if we’re going to duck into the corner store and buy fresh flowers, it’s because we’ve had a hard week, not because flowers are nice.  we can take a day off work, but only if we’re sick.  we have to suffer before we’re allowed extra kindness.

in this equation pleasure is optional (irresponsible, even), except when it’s a balm for suffering.

however!  we need pleasure to live.  a life without nice feelings in it is like a diet with no vitamins in it.  it’ll make you sick and eventually it’ll kill you.  we know this because people with depression stop feeling pleasure, and they often kill themselves.  left untreated, depression is a fatal disease.

pleasure is not optional.  pleasure is not a luxury.  without it, we die.  that is literally the opposite of a luxury.

because pleasure is treated like a luxury, and priced accordingly, it is fucking hard to get.  it’s hard to take time to relax and see loved ones when corporations aren’t required to offer paid vacation.  it’s hard to buy that special face scrub or art print or pretty yarn when it costs $35 and student loans are breathing down your neck.  so pleasure gets saved up for when things are really bad.  pleasure gets budgeted.  pleasure, once again, becomes something we have to earn by abstaining and hurting and gritting our teeth.

do this to people long enough and pleasure becomes potently associated with guilt.  this thing we need desperately to stay alive is suddenly something we can’t seek out without looking over our shoulder and wondering if we’re allowed to have it.

that’s why it’s so important that we talk about self care, and we tell ourselves and each other that it is okay to do things that feel good.  it is necessary to do things that feel good.  we have to uncouple suffering and pleasure, because the idea that we have to earn feeling good by first feeling bad is monstrous and wrong.

take care of yourselves, darlings.  don’t feel bad about it.

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what if the reason nobody can tell fred and george apart is because they really are interchangeable

not in a ~it doesn’t matter~ way but like. molly and arthur used to worry that fred and george might turn out to be squibs because they weren’t doing any accidental magic as children, but they were, THEY TOTALLY WERE, it just wasn’t anything flashy, instead they were just like idly switching bodies all the time

and like sometimes it doesn’t make much of a difference, whatever, wake up in the opposite bed you went to sleep in, but it gets like dangerous and weird if you’re on a broom or in the pond or letting your mum teach you to cook or trying to be mad stealth, so for a long long time everybody presumes they’re clumsy maybe-squibs and that they’re doing their twin lying thing when they try to explain what’s going on, so they learn to handle the issue their ownselves

they just. don’t go anywhere without the other. they start each day deciding which body is going to be which (because at this point they really don’t know which body is technically fred and which is technically george), and they learn to reorient FAST when they switch, and what things set them off, and eventually they learn how to act like nothing’s up even when one of them’s in the air and one’s on the ground or whatever, and then they burn past that til they can finish each other’s sentences — til they can switch midsentence — til they can play beater together — til they can switch in a split second in the middle of a game — til there’s room for other kinds of accidental magic to start showing up

at hogwarts they keep each other awake in history of magic by switching back and forth. in potions they take turns brewing and keeping lookout for the slytherins. in transfiguration and charms they keep their grades up because one of them will always get a spell right on the first try so they switch and make it look like both of them do and then they practice on their own later in private. it keeps the mystery alive.

at first they thought lee was just a lucky guesser but no, lee can always tell one twin from another twin — it’s not exactly telling fred from george, because while they are definitely two distinct personalities neither one of them feels like fred all the time or george all the time — but lee knows who he argued with yesterday or who he lent his notes to or who’s best to ask for help in astronomy and who’s best at runes. 

the weasleys are pretty bad at it for the longest time, but then bill comes home from his first year cursebreaking and he can tell, and over a holiday he teaches his trick to charlie so charlie can tell. alicia and katie and angelina can tell. the twins honestly don’t know if oliver can tell or not; so long as they’re doing what they’re supposed to on the quidditch pitch he doesn’t really care about much else. harry can tell. luna can tell. tonks can tell.

the problem is there’s no way for this to end happily

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A bisexual and an asexual walk into a bar.

Nobody notices.

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tbh i dont get why most people assume that robots are always cold

like have u felt a laptop while its working? its kinda not exactly cold yo

tbh any piece of machinery thats working hard to function is usually not cold, the only time its ever cold is when its turned off

so id like to think while a robot is awake and functioning they could have the potential to be as warm as a human being :0

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I know it’s a little late for this meme, but…

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autistic otp aus

we found out we share a bunch of echolalia and we’ve been quoting the same phrases back and forth for half an hour while laughing

this place is sensory hell and i need to get out but i’m stuck in overload paralysis and you helped me get out and calm down

you asked me to talk about my special interest and the longer i talked the more excited you got and now it’s your special interest too. yessssss

you overheard me fighting with some neurotypical fucker and came in to back me up. they left but the conversation actually got really interesting, hey do you wanna sit down and get something to drink

i noticed you were really sound-sensitive and offered you my headphones, but i forgot and left the building and now i need to figure out who you are so i can get my headphones back

stim party

our daily routines intersect and we’ve never really talked but we always see each other and i never really thought about it but today you weren’t there and I’m actually really stressed out and nervous are you okay

we’re in the same assignment-heavy class, wanna help each other not fuck up executive function

i don’t know you but you offered me your comfort object while i was having a meltdown and i accidentally told you all my problems while crying and you helped me calm down and work things out and i think you might be a literal angel

mutual special interest hell pit

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nehirose i feel certain you've seen these, but on the off chance, look at this!

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entelecheia — in the philosophy of Aristotle, the condition of a thing whose essence is fully realized [x]

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Harley and Ivy to the rescue.

Batman: Black and White #3.

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as I was threatening, let me just talk for a little bit about why aro(/aro umbrella) ace(/ace umbrella) Granny Weatherwax is So Important

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The parent trap remake with Johnny Depp playing the twins to get Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton together again

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Bunch of neat little comics from the gallery called ‘Minority Monsters’. Check it out here: http://www.discordcomics.com/minoritymonsters/