#THANK YOU APHRODITE

[sunlitpath]

Love doesn’t have to be intense, it can be beautifully gentle

Thank you for reminding me that, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.

[just-another-in-the-universe]

Greetings, Fellow Travelers - Personal Update

No one asked for this but I'm excited about it.

I have an incredibly supportive boyfriend, like he's beyond sweet.

ahhh thank you Lady Aphrodite.

He's the only reason why I'm semi-open with my religion, he's so open-minded, so patient, and he's a Buddhist.

As of recently, I've started to really work with Lord Hypnos. We've mediated. He's been training me? Idk. In our last mediation session, we did a lot. And obviously, I HAD to tell my boyfriend, and instead of being confused or weirded out, his first question was, "Can you take me some time?"

Which was WILD? Honestly, I wasn't that surprised since the last time I spoke about Lord Hypnos, my boyfriend seemed so happy about my love for Him. He actually wanted to pray to Him with me, and now that he's about to buy a house (he's a homeowner over here), I've asked if I can put my altars on a bookshelf in the living room or just dedicate a bookshelf to them, as well as have shrines in the bedroom.

And he said yes! I'm fully allowed to practice in peace and openly, and not only that, he might join me in my my practice.

I know that this post might be screaming into the void, but i don't know who else might be happy about this, but I sure am.

[verdantlyviolet]

Mated doves chilling in my garden. Right in front of my olive tree and shrine. I think it’s been 4 years now. I adore them.

[viillustrations]

Wait... I have a partner now? I have a lover? That's crazy I- Uh- I legit thought I'd stay single for like forever or something

I love them so much, my heart is in an overdrive right now HCHJCJKDJFJDJ

I was the one who confessed btw

[entity56]

The speed at which I went from 'ugh I hate my body' to 'i love having a muffin top' is diabolical

[theic-manic]

Something I have learned over the decades is that people will love you no matter how much of a broken, unhealed mess you are.

The difference is, the ones who love you at rock bottom aren't usually the best for the healed-you.

They need someone to fix or a broken soul to give them a sense of purpose, assuming they're not in it to use and abuse you intentionally.

Then if you choose the hard road of personal growth and healing for the sake of being a better you, suddenly your light shines too bright.

Your light shines on their bullshit.

It exposes them for making you their home because theirs was broken.

That their love was that of addiction.

When we meet someone while further along our path of betterment, that's where the true love is.

They celebrate us as we grow.

And when our light exposes their bullshit?

The ones who truly love us don't get burned.

They admire our healing and choose to also heal themselves alongside us.

And when we backslide occasionally during our self-improvement journey?

Because they knew us when we were still bleeding a little on others with our unhealed wounds, they accept us during those dark nights.

They also know how to apply first-aid when the wounds threaten to reopen.

Don't wait until you're perfect or better to allow love, otherwise you'll never let it in.

Do wait until you're not longer lashing out at the world for the hurt the world caused you and you've learned to stop licking love from a knife to embrace that love.

Then when you do, you'll meet someone who has your back on the good days and bad.

self-improvement should be because you want to improve your quality of life, not because you feel or think you *need* to be better in order to be loved or allowed to live. there's no end goal with self-improvement, it's easy to dig yourself a grave when you don't realize that you're not on a ticking clock to be the 'best version of yourself'. all you need to strive to do is be the version of yourself you are the most happy with. find out what values you find important, what kind of friend do you want to be, how do you want to react to things. what are things that would improve the way you go about life? what would make life easier, better and more enjoyable for you?

[aphroditesgenderfluidcygnet]

“It’s never love that’s hard”

A poem offering to Aphrodite and to the love of my life making it easier to exist even when despair and fear are trying to kill my spirit

Now please excuse me while I go and hide from the embarrassment of sharing my voice with you all and feeling very silly and self conscious about it 🙈

[sunlitpath]

Thank you, lady Aphrodite

[wolfythewitch]

Aphrodite

[rowandekarios]

@galesenchantedpanties

tinder this bumble that. meet your gf on tumblr the way goddess intended.

[sigma-floyd]

this pic of dr kathleen stock made my pussy twitch for the first time since my break up 6 months ago

happy pride month yall

[moonstruckdraws]

Hidden Kisses

I can't be the only one who thinks the two of em would just start kissing out of seemingly nowhere- (Ares staring wanting to get Aphrodite's attention without saying it outright)

I think Ares would be wanting to kiss Aphrodite, but thinking of how to do it in a smooth way while looking at her (through his vulture) yearning it, only for Aphrodite to always notice (since it's her domain after all) since his vulture always gives him away and kiss him first.

and thank you @nexlasart for the help & advice on wings :] ur the best

[d0d0-b0i]

tfw you’re the god of blood but your sister is the god of nightmares and that seems to include in her relationships as well

[galaxbees]

we're a little distracted

[somereaderinblue]

What are the top ten murder attempts ody tried against paris?

(Top five is also fine)

Struggling to come up with a list atm, so have a moment that'd be part of it instead. Inspired by this Game of Thrones scene.

When Odysseus was a boy, he, Polites and Eurylochus once found a bird that had fallen out of its nest. Polites had cradled it in his palms, insisting on returning it to its home and they had agreed. They were boys with all the sweat, energy and scrapes of well-seasoned tree climbers.

They could climb a tree but they neglected to remember that they had no control over nature's elements. A gust of wind, a careless movement, a moment of contact, and the nest tumbled out of the branches. Sticks held together by bird saliva offered the eggs no protection against gravity.

Odysseus looked at Paris, who stood so very close to the edge of his beloved city's walls, the structure taller and stronger than any tree on Ithaca's soils. But his skull.........

He took one step forward.

Would it be hollow? Would he finally get a glimpse of a brain, small as it might be, and its grey matter? Would the ground muffle the sweet melody of Paris' death rattle?

A vine crept up his shin, invisible thorns digging into muscles without drawing blood. He took another step, sole slippery as if stepping on sea foam.

Would he see the white of bone amongst the gorey mess of red? Would his blood seep into every crevice and crack the same way blood drips down an altar? It'd be fitting, considering the labours these damn walls were enduring as of late.

There were hands, countless tapering fingers filled with ichor-strength to the tip of every nail, creeping over his shoulders, his curls, his neck, Behave. Behave little owl, stand down little king, you cannot-

Oh but he will. He will, even if it costs him a leg, his body, his sanity, even if it kills him. He's close enough to smell Paris' nauseating rose perfume and it's enough to overpower the pain of thorns, the pressure of hands.

He need not a gust of wind, only a push. Just one push-

A hand was laid over his shoulder, big, mortal but final.

"We best head back inside, lest they have archers." Hector said.

Paris turned around, a tension he hadn't been aware of leaving his shoulders. "Yes, lets."

He reaches out to wrap an arm around his prize's waist but Hector shoots him a stern glare. His pious brother dared not dig his fingers into Odysseus' shoulder, lest he sullies the flesh of a mortal owned by Aphrodite, but his hand is heavy with warning.

Paris frowns but returns inside without a fuss.

Hector's anchor-like hand remains on Odysseus' shoulder until he's returned to his and Paris' rooms.

[aphroditesgenderfluidcygnet]

I have never felt like this

For once I'm lost for words

Your smile has really thrown me

This is not like me at all

I never thought I'd know

The kind of love you've shown me

Now, no matter where I am

No matter what I do

I see your face appearing

Like an unexpected song

An unexpected song

That only we are hearing

I don't know what is going on

Can't work it out at all

Whatever made you choose me

I just can't believe my eyes

You look at me as though

You couldn't bear to lose me

Now, no matter where I am

No matter what I do

I see your face appearing

Like an unexpected song

An unexpected song

That only we are hearing

I have never felt like this

For once I'm lost for words

Your smile has really thrown me

This is not like me at all

I never thought I'd know

The kind of love you've shown me

Now, no matter where I am

No matter what I do

I see your face appearing

Like an unexpected song

An unexpected song

That only we are hearing

Like an unexpected song

An unexpected song

That only we are hearing