#eros describes

[wanderthroughtheruins]

[wanderthroughtheruins]

[ID: dylan g. holding irving b. at arms length during an emotional scene, at the corner of the image is text reading "A job will have you 21 years old with a 56 year old best friend like dang where tf Irving B. at today 😂" /end ID]

he’s literally dylan’s favorite perk 🙂

[saucypankakes]

Thinking about how Suzanne Collins writes romance in The Hunger Games along the lines of the soulmate myth where two halves of a whole complete one another

[apuff]

thinking about love in danger days

this is part of my conspiracy theory that that album is aroallo, but i've always gotten the sense that romance and romantic attatchment is much less important to danger days than any other mcr record. with bullets&revenge it's quite obvious as the demolition lovers take up like, everything, and the black parade has a heavy focus on a romantic relationship as well. 

while i do think there are lines in it that are romantically coded, there is a definitive lack of emphasis on it- like it's nowhere in the plot at all. 

i do think danger days represents a very familial type of love though. while other albums visit a sense of "i want you, i need you, i miss you, i hate you,", this is more like…"i love you, i want to protect you, i'm sorry"

i find this especially strongly in s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w:

"Nevermind about the shape i'm in, I'll keep you safe tonight"

"love, love, love won't stop this bomb"

"run, run, bunny, run"

and other songs: 

"i'll find you when the sun goes black"

"just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight"

"how long until we find our way in the dark and out of harm"

relevant things i can't cover with just quotes are planetary go, oft-theorized to be about party poison and kobra kid, as brothers, leaving battery city together; sing, about the killjoys' last message to the girl while saving her; goodnite dr. death, phrased as him saying goodnight to children; and summertime, which i can't discern the meaning of but seems more like a family type of love. 

i think it makes sense that danger days is like this, seeing as it features main characters that take care of a child main character as opposed to main characters that love other main characters of the same age/ability. 

another thing i noticed while re-listening to the more sentimental songs for this essay is that there's just a distinctly different vibe to it. So much of it is focused around wanting to protect people, keep them safe and out of danger (<- ha that's the name of the album) and loved. i think this also makes sense, because the killjoys live a very, well, dangerous life without much security, and they'd want to provide what they lack the most. another semi-related thing i noticed is just how much of an emphasis there is on childhood in this album. i feel like there's a vibe of youth or teen-hood throughout the earlier ones, but this is just VERY strongly about kids. again this makes sense cause not only are the killjoys teenagers (a type of kid!) they also have a proper little kid to watch. 

also, i wonder how much of this stuff was due to gerard becoming a parent. just something to think about 

[whatsyourid]

[ID: the messages of support have been painted, in green, in white tents, they read "Thank you students For Columbia Uni" [there are two drawings, one of what seems to be barbed wire, and another of a heart pierced by an arrow], "The students give us hope", "From Rafah we send you strength", and "The children [of] Gaza [are] proud of you" /end ID]

Messages of support and strength from Rafah, Palestine to the US student movement.

[up-the-bracket]

In the literature on eros there is one common thread. Eros is BRUTAL—it’s debilitating, devastating, overwhelming—even if it is one of the greatest driving motivations for humans. Why? Because at the heart of desire is wanting something you do not have. The desired—the Other—is always over there.

It is the absent—more specifically, the waiting, the unknowable, incomprehensible, the negative in both in space and experience—that embodies the Eros.

Desire is Dead by Lauren Hall on substack.

[devoid-of-love]

Brutalismus 3000 - Crash96 Eros Massacre, 2022

CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH

[wanderthroughtheruins]

[ID: a four panel comic showing fig, with her arms folded over a table and her head in between, in exhaustion, saying "if i have to go to one more class i am going to kill-". as she cuts herself off, she stands up, alarmed, and thinks of adaine, quoting jawbone, saying "it's important to remember that casual suicidal ideation, even as a joke, can be harmful to your mental health in the long run". fig then continues with "you", sitting down and looking forward. a shocked and scared fabian sits on a chair, clutching fandrangor, with his mouth hanging open. /end ID]

dont ask me what this is girl i dont KNOW

[evergreenalice]

romantic love is difficult for me to fully understand

and how to divide it from other forms

it's grown easier, but I still don't fully get it

one thing I don't understand is why the lack of it where it is wanted can hurt so deeply

I've not lost much at all, the source of the pain to some extent confuses me

[extasiswings]

I started reading Katee Robert’s Dark Olympus series and I’m sorry but—

—King Shit tbh.

[wanderthroughtheruins]

[ID: three drawings of three different moments of episode 14 from dimension 20: fantasy high senior year.

the first one shows fabian's and gorgug's conversation about gorgug quitting the owlbears. the two are sitting on a bench in the locker room as gorgug says "i know owlbears is where we would hang out", to which fabian replies, his speech bubble slightly covering gorgug's, "yes, exactly!".

the second drawing is still happening in the locker rooms. as gorgug and fabian are having their conversation, fig is leaning against a locker while smoking a clove, riz is listening in on the conversation, one ball in one hand and the other holding a sack with a bunch of balls as if ready to hand one to anyone in need, and kristen is handing out flyers of her "happy hours at applebees" candidate slogan (spealed as "happy hours @ [drawing of an apple and a bee]") to a surprised max durden.

the last one shows kristen, fig, gorgug and adaine at the stands for riz's first bloodrush game, cheering for him. /end ID]

the epic highs and lows of high school bloodrush...

[whatsyourid]

[ID: a drawing of a stickman with big and pointy teeth that are full of blood, at its feet is a slapsh of blood. there's text in all caps at the top and bottom of the image reading "hey guys i / i heard you talking about my hyperfixation". /end ID]

[nianeyemystic]

Bomb Sex Synastry (18+)❤️‍🔥

You wanna know what one of the hottest aspects to have w someone in the bedroom is ? ( from experience & studying charts )

Im talking soul shaking, bed breaking, leg shaking & beautifully passionate sex is gonna always have

Mars, Venus, Eros (#433) or Lilith aspecting (especially conjunct) the Sun, Moon, or Rising

One of my most passionate flames has been with Lilith + Venus + Mars conjunct his Moon. That man snatched my whole entire soul, like literally I felt we merged souls from the first encounter.

I have my Eros sextile his Sun, Venus, Mars, and Squaring his Moon. Eros touches all his inner planets & the way he described making love to me was like "I knew I was in love with you before touching you, but your body felt like home to me. Best love I've ever made" . Eros is always about our erotic attractions. So for mine to touch his Sun, it gives me magnetism toward his being. Who he is can just simple be a turn on. And is lol.

With Eros sextile Venus I can tell that I awaken his desires to express love romantically, and he can be so so soooo sensual with me. Very touchy feely but like, in a soft way not always sexual. Rubbing me to sleep, touching my face, wanting to hold hands. When we first met he grabbed my hand & asked me to come into the water with him. I would've thought my heart stopped bc I really felt like it was just us there.

Lilith conjunct Moon is our raw desires touching how we feel emotionally, and our vulnerability. In the bedroom this synastry is giving like raw emotional intimacy. The moon person will feel exposed, and magically drawn to the Lilith person. The sex can feel otherworldly. Since you are opening up a part you that hasn't been explored yet, you might actually feel so connected even if you've just met. Mixing the tenderness (Moon) with your raw wild inhibited desires (Lilith).

My Lilith touches his moon and honestly the first time we had sex I swear it felt like I was in bed with my soulmate. Knowing what I know now about our charts, I can tell that there's a chemistry that can't really be explained but when we touch it just makes sense.

[whatsyourid]

[ID: 1. at the center of a black poster is a crying white dove, in flight, with blood dripping from her wings while multiple people desperately hold on to it. on its beak is the palestinian kufiyya. there's text in red and green on the top and bottom of the poster reading "ceasefire now / end gaza genocide"

2. a black and white poster. at its' center is the drawing of a person with a kufiyya wrapped around their head staring angrily up at the sky. behind them, there's a thundering sky highlighting their shape, and a river with violent waves. on the top and bottom of the poster it says "from the river / to the sea / free palestine". the poster is signed by one rad latina

3. a black human shape floats at the center of the poster, a kufiyya wrapped around their neck and a house key in each hand, white light coming out of each key. the sky is a light grey with white stars. on the upper right corner are white curved lines reminiscent of a peeking sun in kid's drawing. on the lower right corner reads "no peace / without / return", and on the lower left is a quarter of a big blinding white star. going from the upper left to where this star ends is the chant "from the river to the sea, palestine will be free"

4. a green poster with a big red dove with the palestinian kufiyya pattern on it. on top and below it reads "gaza lives!" in black /end ID]

google drive of 100 posters for a free palestine

[leblogreblog]

As somone already pointed it out on Twitter, this:

Is a Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain, and THIS

is what it loks like from the side (it points towards the explosion if you're wondering)

This statue that you can see is oftentimes called Eros, but is supposed to represent Anteros.

What you probably know from the aftermentioned post is that Anteros is a god of requited love.

What you most likely don't know is that he also is described as

punisher of those who scorn love and advances of others

OR

the avenger of unrequited love

Which means it could represent

Feelings wholeheartly returned by a man that realised it far too late

Anteros "punishing" Gerald for preventing some new love blooming up because of his medling, with fate of Ivo unknown

Anteros "avanging" Stone after being friendzoned by a man he loved for so long and blowing him up

or some mix of all of the above, which I find far more interesting

.

Bonus: some words Plato has to say about Anteros according to Wikipedia:

"Describing the nature of the emotion, Plato asserts that it is the result of the great love for another person. The lover, inspired by beauty, is filled with divine love and "filling the soul of the loved one with love in return." As a result, the loved one falls in love with the lover, though the love is only spoken of as friendship. They experience pain when the two are apart, and relief when they are together, the mirror image of the lover's feelings, is anteros, or "counter-love"."

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

— trickentine જ⁀➴♡ ︎

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader

summary: when eros, the god of love, makes the annual valentine visit to camp half-blood, he conveniently unintentionally leaves his bow and arrow in the capable hands of his younger half-sister.

warnings: nothing i think, except for like one curse word (pls do tell me if i miss any though!)

genre: ...romcom?

part 2

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The gods were many things: powerful at their core, benevolent to those who merit it, temperamental when goaded, and mysterious in their methods— but there was one trait that defined them most of all, incandescently littered in their tales and lores: they were tricksters.

You really should’ve known better than to pick up that stray quiver of arrows.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

The Aphrodite Cabin consistently made it a point to celebrate Valentine’s Day with much fanfare. Everyone has been busy the entire week preceding it; there were fresh roses to harvest, pink and red deserts to be made, hundreds of paper hearts to be cut, ribbons to be tied and acres to decorate. As one of the older siblings, a huge chunk of the responsibility fell on your shoulders. Needless to say, you spent an entire extra hour in the bathroom trying to put your concealer to good use.

A mere 10 minutes after leaving your cabin on V-Day, you’d managed to snap and glare at nearly everyone who even thought of intercepting your path.

Nearly everyone because you knew better than to direct your ire at the god of love.

“You didn’t even blend.” Eros said, perusing your make-up judgmentally. “Consider your favorite demigod sister card revoked.”

In his current human form, his hair was a deep shade of black and coiffed to perfection, his eyes a brown hue that you could only describe as melodramatic, and his skin beautifully tanned from frolicking in the sunlight.

Gods, how you missed to frolick in the sunlight. These days, you had to slave in it.

“Lord Eros.” You bowed, desperately fighting the urge to roll your eyes and purse your lips.

“I adore what you’ve done with the place.” He waved his hand off dismissively. He trudges ahead of you, officially beginning his annual Valentine inspection. “Although I definitely think it could use a little more sparkle. Perhaps a little more pink, too.”

‘Pink? For Valentines? Groundbreaking.’ You drawled inside your head. “The Hephaestus cabin is tinkering with a smoke machine to make it emit glitter.”

“Wonderful.” He replied passively, his attention drawn towards the dining pavilion where hundreds of glowing hearts hung from mid-air. Eros turned towards you. “Fairy lights on the beams?”

“On it.” You nodded your head tiredly, scribbling messily onto a notepad. “Anything else?”

“Everything’s perfect, except…” He trailed off before raising an eyebrow at you. “Find yourself a boyfriend, maybe? You need to loosen up.”

“Oh my gods,” You muttered under your breath, fighting the urge to physically recoil.

─── ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ───

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you slacking off on training.” Luke chastised with a tut, tugging your arm towards the training areas. Your feet were basically dragging against the dirt, soiling your sneakers and flicking particles of dust against your skirt, but you couldn’t care less.

“Luke, look around you. What do you see?” You asked, your tone too saccharine to be considered serious.

He decided to humor you anyway. “Hearts.”

“10 points to House Hermes. Now,” You leaned in conspiratorially, “Who do you think set this whole place up?”

Luke barely opened his mouth before you answered your own question.

“Me.” You jabbed a finger against your chest. You narrowed your eyes at him. “I set this whole place up. I planned it— the theme, the color scheme, the glitter, the ribbons, the dazzling pink fountain with mini-Cupids who sing at the hour!”

“It looks very pretty!” He said, panicked.

“Yes, I know it looks very pretty.” You kissed your teeth. “Don’t you think I deserve a little break because it looks very pretty?”

He shook his head.

“You are insufferable!” You groaned.

“Hey! In my defense,” He raised both of his arms in the air to plead innocence, “You’re the one who said you wanted to develop a skill by the end of the summer."

His voice was pitched higher by the end in a poor imitation of your’s. You scrunched your nose in distaste.

“Gods, why do I keep digging my own grave?” You mumbled. Luke shook his head in amusement.

He led you into the clearing of the archery field, a line of circle targets dotted around the edge of the forest. A quiver of arrows was hung against the branches, different from the ones in the armory but definitely familiar to you.

“You can use those. Guess one of the kids forgot to return them after practice.” He shrugged. Luke mustn’t have noticed the difference.

You reached up to grab the weapons, still incredulous but definitely not alarmed enough to hesitate. The material thrummed in your hands.

“Go shoot.” He grinned.

“Very helpful instructions.” You muttered.

“Well, it’s pretty straightforward, sweetheart.” He sauntered over to one of the targets, leaning against the wooden frame. “You’ve been taught the basics, you just need the application. Now, shoot.”

“I could literally hit you.” You said blankly as you mounted the arrow against your bow.

“Consider it your challenge to not hit me.” He raised a thumbs-up.

“You’re insane.” You responded, irked and stressed by his casualness. “I’m sleep-deprived!"

Again, Luke just shrugged his shoulders. You huff, but then follow his lead anyway. You close one eye as you raise your weapon to your line of vision, zeroing in on the target.

As soon as the arrow flicked away from your fingers, it changed its course. When it should’ve followed a curved arch towards the red target, it whizzed away and made a beeline straight for Luke. A pink trail of haze followed its path.

“Duck!” You yell.

The arrow pierced through his chest at nearly the same time Luke’s body collided with the ground.

“That’s where those went.” Eros snapped his fingers as he emerged behind you. His glinting eyes were looking intently at the bow and quiver on you, an imperciptible smile on his face.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Shit.

“Lord Eros! I sincerely apologize.” You immediately took off the weaponry, holding them in your hands then kneeling as if to offer them back. You definitely did not want a god to be at odds with you. The two of you might have the same mother, but that didn’t mean you were equal in Aphrodite’s eyes. “I wasn’t-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, sis.” He said, tapping your shoulder. Was he actually consoling you? “I shouldn’t have left it out in the open anyways.”

He pulled you up by the arm gently, snapping his fingers and getting the remnants of grass off of your knees. He even picked off a stray leaf from your hair. What in Tartarus was this?

For as long as you’ve known Eros and he’s practically coerced you into a dysfunctional sibling relationship, this was the kindest thing he’s ever done. Yes, the bar was low.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

“You didn’t use this on someone, did you?” Eros asked, cradling the quiver and bow against him like a child.

“I think I managed to hit Luke—”

“You didn’t!” He interrupted with a theatrical gasp, a hand covering his mouth. He was such a drama queen.

You narrowed your eyes. He planned this, didn't he?

He smirked wider when he noticed the change in your demeanor, the realization behind your gaze. You swore his pupils changed to hearts for a moment.

“Good luck with lover boy, little sis.” He turned around, showing you the back of his hand as he waved goodbye.