#it's not fair

[soobrownie]

Yeonjun's here

[littlestarpjm]

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[thedenofravenpuff]

In all honesty, I found Earth's venting in today's LAES rather cathartic.

Finding yourself stuck with an injury or illness comes with a lot of things you suddenly have to consider. How to live your life, the changes you need to do, the loss of plans and the life you had. The limitations to so much you could just take for granted before.

It puts you through stages of grieving.

And it makes you angry.

It fills you with an anger you know can't change anything, it can't fix anything. It's just not fair.

I understand Earth's lashing out at Lunar, not all chronic illnesses have a target they can legit blame for everything. I've seen other comment how they would lash out too, if they had someone to blame for their conditions, and honestly... yeah, probably me too.

So, had to draw something for it, just to let Earth know; Yeah me too.

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[wkyarts51243]

It's not fair, Sera (Lucifer before the fall)

I believe that after the act in Eden there was a trial to determine what to do with Lucifer and Lilith

I don't believe heaven would just banish them without even a trial

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[sweetened-condensed-rage]

Taliesin is suspiciously good at playing an ancient deity

[salty-and-spiraling]

Today I present to you:

The fact that Aaravos and Leola both hold their right hands over their left

&

The tiny quirk upwards of Leola's mouth and the muted relief on her face when Aaravos came to defend her before that tiny sliver of hope was crushed

I'm not going anywhere with these details. They're just random observations.

[fangswbenefits]

All that sweat....

[darkcolorphantom]

i can't take it anymore, i miss my tall baby 🥺🥺

[breizhbaguette]

Basically my reaction to the latest episode of My Adventures With Superman

[gellert-1899]

So, even though I don't agree with Albus' ideas and decisions most of the time.

I don't think I have ever agreed with anyone about anything more...

I mean-

Like... I understand you, Albus.

I totally do.

[act-like-an-angel]

i am in fact, canonically married to all 3 of them.

[nymphaforesta]

being at the bus stop to go to work and seeing my black spot of a baby on the windowsill breaks my heart😭

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

it really was the true love's kiss that brought her back

[starkira42]

[louisetaylor]

Hadestown fanfic idea that lives in my brain

Eurydice somehow finds out that Mr. Hermes has been singing the song, retelling their story, for a very long time.

"How long? How long? How long?!"

"Don't ask where, brother, don't ask when." And every time, it ends up being a tragedy.

"Every time you sing the song, you rely on Orpheus to save us all?" she asks Mr. Hermes. "You play the game by Hades' rules and wait for us to fail again?"

"It's a test," he tells her. "It's a trial."

"And I fail the test by doubting that we could survive the winter alone? I fail by selling my life to Hades to survive? Orpheus fails by doubting that I'd follow him out of hell? We all fail by not having enough hope?"

"Yes," says Mr. Hermes. "The dog you've really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head. It's him whose howling drives men mad and a mind to its undoing. I sing those lines to warn him every time."

"So we're damned by being afraid of starving? Afraid of being alone? Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Hades, but we can't all be gods. You don't understand what it's like to be human. To need another chance."

"I fail every time I sing the song," Hermes says quietly. "Every time."

"Give me another chance," she tells him. "Let me tell the story this time. Just once. Wait for me."

"I will."

You see, unlike Orpheus, Eurydice could stand to be alone. She was no stranger to the cold, no stranger to the dark. Orpheus once made her see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.

She still has plenty of spite.

After Hermes' song ends, the workers gather in Persephone's speakeasy deep in the concrete heart of Hadestown and pour one out for Orpheus, wherever he is now. Eurydice finds her broken voice and says, in a voice cracked from crying, "Anybody got a match?"

Flick. The flame scrapes roughly into life in her hand, lighting her face from below and flickering in her eyes. Her face is young but set into the hard lines of someone old before their time. Her black eyes catch the flame like coals. The others are drawn to her. Orpheus could make you see how the world could be, but Eurydice knows how it is. And she's not going to put up with it anymore.

She hates being nameless on the assembly line, but...she likes Hadestown. She likes the bright lights, the heat, the smell of smoke. She'd like to keep it. They all have to go back to work on the wall tomorrow, but there's a hammer in her hand...

...and there's a crack in the wall.