#zeus is always like ‘my bitch of a wife is telling me off again’ DUDE I FUCKING WONDER WHY

[spineless-lobster]

No because literally zeus was so crazy for this. You’re trying to flirt with your incredibly hot wife by saying she’s hotter than the other countless women you laid with and impregnated and she’s just supposed to find that charming?

“Oh yeah babe you make me hornier than the other women I’ve slept with” SHE DOESN’T WANT TO HEAR THAT BRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING 😭😭😭

0/10 dating advice what the fuck is this man

[garecc]

You know, with everything that it turned out that Apollo was pushing down, all of his fears, his anxieties, everything he didn't want to think about or acknowledge as true - with how much he pretended, even though he actually has one of the best support systems among the Olympians, it makes me wonder: what are the other gods keeping concealed? Both from others, and from themselves? What do you think?

kdhfkladhflkashfhasl okay so this is one way to get me to spew my headcanons all over my blog 

well in canon?

Hermes. Hermes. Hermes is stressed and hurting and he feels like shit over may and luke and while he isnt really hiding it hiding it he;s still kinda ignoring it.

And fuckog Hell ares ares has terrible ptsd and claustrophobia and like people know but like He Would Die Before Talking About It

Dionysus. Dio is. Well, he’s stuck in camp for 50 years. And i think he said he cant see his wife, Ariadne. He misses her so much and that impacts why he’s such a bitch to the campers.

Gosh im already leaning into headcanons arnt I 

Okay

okay

Hermes. This is. Pure headcanon now godsh. So like. This dude is terrified of being hated. He’s terrified of fading. He never fucking tells Apollo shit anymore. He’s grossly overworked and is incapable of forcing himself to take a day off. He never sleeps, and hardly ever paused to eat a full meal. Rather just drinking nectar as he works. He uses caffeine to speed up his ability to process energy. Its gotten to a point where if even one thing goes wrong it Freaks Him Out because it ruins the next months and months of things he has set p and its more work and time he doesn't have to reschedule things. He’s exhausted and tired and he hardly had any time to do anything. Random godly meetings Ruin Things and he has crises over things taking mere seconds longer than they are supposed to. His internal clock goes down to milliseconds. Dudes a mess. He also has a fear nobody actually loves him and he cant like Ask For Reassurance because He Doesn't Have Time For That

and hecking ARTEMIS MANshe’s a MESS half the time??? Gosh the trust issues from Orion and the very real terror of her companions dying without her there to help leads her to loving and caring about all her hunters from a distance. Once of the reasons she but Thalia as her lieutenant, was because its a Dangerous Position and she would rather have someone she isn’t as attached to in it than someone she is. Like Zoe. God Zoe. Her death hit Artemis like a truck. So did Phoebe’s death. Phoebe was there after Orion and dhklasfdhlkfsdh and she and Artemis were close dude. and like what happened with Atlas h a u n t s her. She doubts others and herself c o n s t a n t l y. The only people she trust trusts anymore are Apollo and Leto even then she doesn’t was to burden her mother with her Big Issues and Apollo has enough issues himself he doesnt need to worry about her too. Orion crushed her ability to really trust men (excluding Apollo and Hermes). But she trusted Hippolytus after and THAT came crashing down because he died and Asclepius brought him back and that helped lead to Asclepius’s death and WOw is she TERRIFIED of something like that mess happening again and gosh being trapped holding the sky waiting for Apollo to come for her and he didnt and he didnt r e a l l y shook her faith in him and while thats over and she still trusts him there is always that voice in the back of her head like “He didnt come for you are you sure you can trust him?” and she does she d o e s because everything else he’s done for her stacked against that makes that one thing almost meaningless but he didnt come and that messes with herShe has so many regrets and so many fears and she never really talks to anyone anymore.Its. Real hard to earn her trust. She trusted Orion. She trusted him. And he wanted her sexually. The one thing she swore to never do. The one thing she was certain she never never never never never never never never wanted. And then he got frustrated and she killed him because he was going to rape her.And SO MUCH and she finds it really hard not to fear that others would be like that. Hippolytus wasnt, he was aroace like her and she didnt fear him at all but then he died and it spiraled into Asclepius’s deathAnd she was never sure if Apollo was ever even mad that she had a hand, however small in his death and While Apollo never ever blamed her she’s TERRIFIED that he migh have

who else who else

uhhh hmmm Well all of the original gods spare Zeus all are quite traumatized from being eaten as infants. And while they didnt really hide it thats a thING

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[eyez-ff-blog]

○○ eyez | thirty

“Yo man, are you absolutely sure you want me to do this? I mean, you’ve spent like what, two or three years growing this shit?”

Jermaine was sitting in the bearber’s chair at the local barber shop that he spent so much time in when he lived in New York. He had been living in the city for all of his twenties and had never went to a different place—the relationship he built with JR, his barber, was one that had stood against the test of time and circumstance. He had even taken the man on tour with him, and he had kept his edges cut to perfection despite how rugged the rest of his hair and beard may have looked. But it seemed that J had a change of heart. He wanted to go back to the beginning and start over again.

“I think...yeah, I’m sure. Just leave the beard as is, though—I fuck with the beard,” J ran his hand over his face briefly.

“You mean the wife likes the beard,” One of the customers chimed in before the room brust into laughter.

J had missed being in the city for reasons like these. He could do without the bumper to bumper traffic, or the noise and chaos. But it became the little things that made him nostalgic, such as his visits to his favorite barber, or his usual food spots that he visited during late night studio sessions. And then there were those magical times of night where the traffic had died down and the city seemed still. He’d ride his bike through the streets and think long and hard about his life and what moves he wanted to make next. These streets had quickly become his playground and his home, and though he loved living back in the peace and serenity of North Carolina, he knew that New York had a special place in his heart.

“How is B, anyway? I haven’t seen her since the tour,” JR grabbed the clippers and began to cut off Jermaine’s dreads one by one.

“She’s good, man. Real good. Finna have my daughter soon,” He said softly. “And then we just got engaged a couple months ago. Everything’s just been crazy positive with us,” He smiled.

“That’s amazing, man. Congratulations—I can tell you’re happy,” JR continued his work on the man’s hair. “And the label? I heard you got your first group over there,” He commented.

“Oh yeah! Twisted Elegance—man, they’re good as fuck. Came up out of Miami. They’re style is so different from what I’m used to but I’ve been open to them and they’ve been pretty good so far. The producer of the group even helped out on my last album,” J said.

“Wait, you mean them two crazy asses are on your label? Dog...” One of the customers let out his outburst, and everyone died down in volume as they looked at him.

“What do you mean, crazy?” Jermaine raised an eyebrow.

“Well apparently they’re dating, well that’s what they all say—but I heard from my homeboy that ol’ dude is really shorty’s caretaker,” The customer dished. “Apparently she’s got some type of mental illness. Bipolar or something similar,” He explained.

“That don’t sound right,” J mumbled. “Whitney don’t act like that around us. Or maybe she hides it well? Who knows, it ain’t my business,” He shrugged.

“I’m just saying, man. Be careful around these crazy bitches,” The customer said, and the other men began to softly mumble in agreement.

“I’m hoping you wrong; that’s the last thing I need,” J relaxed in the chair as he continued to let JR work on his hair.

After getting his hair cut and his beard and edges lined up, he paid JR for his services and was back in the streets. He instructed to leave some hair behind, and he ran his hands over his shortened curls. He couldn’t remember the last time he could actually feel his scalp, and he felt a little weird. But he’d get used to it with time. Now, he had business to attend to at the studio. It was he and Beija’s last day in New York, and while he was here, he wanted to get as much work done as possible with the group.

So far, Zeus and Whitney had proven to be pretty reliable and creative artists, and Jermaine appreciated their work. Zeus was a crazy talented producer and with his proficiency in several instruments, he damn near rivaled J in work ethic. He was a boldly spoken man who seemed to confound people with his unique look, but he came across as kind and open to all of J’s critique and suggestions. As for Whitney, she was a bit more soft spoken and cool in temperament, but just as soaking of the creative energy that the label prided itself on. They both were good people, which made it hard for Jermaine to believe that Whitney was anything but a sweet girl.

As he entered their usual studio suite, he could hear the bouncy and southern-infused beat that Zeus had worked on, as Whitney stood in the booth laying down her lyrics. He looked around to see Beija in the corner listening to the music, and she gasped when she saw her fiancé. “Jermaine—your hair!” She spoke over the music, and Zeus paused the track before he looked back to see J, and burst into laughter.

“Yo, the caveman done cut his hair,” Zeus joked before the two men dapped up. “Lookin’ clean, bruh,” He complimented.

“Thank you, thank you. You like it, baby?” J ran a hand over his head as he sat down next to Beija, and she chuckled as she ran her hand over it as well.

“You looking like you’re in your 20s again. Jesus,” She giggled as he leaned over and kissed her neck softly.

“Don’t go actin’ like you’re 19 again,” He teased, laughing when she smacked his arm. He glanced up as Zeus went back to working with Whitney, listening to the music. “How are they doing?” He asked.

“They’re making progress. This is song number sixteen they’re going to complete. Soon we’ll be able to do a showcase for them,” She said as she laid her head on his shoulder. “Zeus is like a machine—I haven’t seen nobody work like that since you were recording last year,” She said.

“I expect nothing less,” J watched as Zeus nodded his head to the music, seamlessly blending Whitney’s vocals into the mix as they went along. “But uh...I got sent an article again,” He said, and B let out a soft sigh.

“Let me guess,” She looked up at him. “About Melissa and I?” She asked, and he nodded.

“What did she want with you? She didn’t talk to you crazy, did she?” Jermaine was still aggravated with Melissa’s behavior during their last conversation, and he was hoping Beija wasn’t being further stressed out about the situation.

“Nah, she didn’t. Or she tried to and didn’t have the balls to move forward with it after I said what I had to say,” Beija said with a small shrug. “I can see why she’s mad, but I told her she gotta move on...we talked some shit out and I hope she understood what my stance was. Either way, I don’t give a fuck anymore. That’s your battle, not mine,” She decided.

“Barely mine. She called when she found out you were pregnant—that was ...a conversation,” J sighed a bit as he once again thought about the call and how it went. “I had to just block communication. I’m too old to be trying to kiss someone’s ass after I’ve already apologized,” He explained.

“Lord Jesus. I mean...do whatever you think is best, Jermaine. But I already told her, if this baby gets born and she still has a problem, she can come see me,” B said, and his eyebrows rose.

“I don’t want you out here fighting over me. I don’t want you fighting at all,” J slightly scolded, and she sucked her teeth.

“It’s deeper than you, J. Coming from where I come from, I don’t take too much disrespect and bullshit. And apparently she’s had a lot to say when she’s not in my presence. She’s got a beef with me that’s unnecessary, and if she needs to get the aggression out then so be it. I’m just done talking—if she wanna keep having an issue, I’ve given her an invitation to jump,” She shrugged. “It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re being feisty today,” He mumbled before tugging at one of her curls. “But how was the meeting with Ib and the app developers?” He asked.

“You know I had to go in and show out. We definitely got a deal,” She grinned, and he laughed before kissing the side of her face.

“That’s my baby! Getting the job done...you know I love that shit,” He mumbled before gently nipping at her earlobe. He heard her giggle, and he chuckled lowly before he kissed the side of her face.

They spent a couple more hours in the studio until Nicole was called to come pick Beija up and take her back to the house to rest. Before long, Zeus was laid across the couch sleeping as J took on his role temporarily, helping Whitney with the track they had been working on. Now, the two were sitting at the switchboard as they listened to the final product.

“This shit is really amazing, Whit. You’ve got a real talent for writing,” Jermaine listened to the contents of the song before nodding his head to the beat. “And Z on the beat—man. Y’all are crazy talented,” He complimented.

“Thank you, J. That’s so nice of you,” She chuckled. “I was just hoping I could live up to the rep you guys have built. I was really surprised when Beija gave us that call. It was all we’ve ever wanted,” She glanced over at Zeus as she smiled softly. “He really has worked so hard for us both. I know he’s happy too,” She said.

“Y’all should be proud,” J nodded as Zeus’s laptop continued to play some of the other music he and Whitney had been working on. “So you’re from Miami too, or just him?”

“I’m from Los Angeles, but I moved to Miami for college. At the time I was going for a nursing degree while singing at clubs for extra money,” She explained. “Zeus saw me and convinced me to get into music full time. Of course I didn’t trust him at first; he was literally homeless and he seemed kind of crazy,” She laughed. “But now here we are. Glad I took a chance,” She nodded.

“I can tell y’all are close. He’s protective of you,” He said. “I still remember him and Cody almost getting into it because dude was looking at you a little too long,” J let out a soft laugh. “That damn Cody, always gettin’ in trouble.”

“Oh no, I remember that too!” Whitney began to laugh herself. “Z’s not a bad guy, he is protective of me, though. That’s to be expected, even if he wasn’t my boyfriend,” She said softly before she quietly fiddled with her fingers. “So Beija’s your fiancée. That’s really beautiful...when did you guys meet?” She asked.

“The night that 2014 Forest Hills Drive released,” J never got tired of telling the story. “She had been working for us already as an intern but at the time she was going through college too, so we hadn’t met yet. And in walks in this beautiful...fucking breathtaking brown-skinned girl, head full of curls...body out of control,” He shook his head. “Then she started talking and a nigga realizes she’s smart and passionate: goal oriented. She was perfect,” He smiled to himself.

“Aw! That’s so cute,” Whitney seemed to blush out of secondhand endearment. “And that’s how it all began. That’s amazing—I bet your friendship is so dope,” She assumed.

“It is! I feel like I’m always talking to an old friend when I’m talking to her. We can rip on each other without getting too sensitive, we can chill and kick it, and then we can turn around and just be open with each other. It’s really cool,” He said.

“That’s the sweetest. I’m so happy for you guys,” She smiled softly as she looked over at Zeus. “That’s how it is with me and Z—he might act a bit harder around you guys, but it’s so different when we are alone. He’s very...sensitive, actually. And takes very good care of me,” She bit into her lip as her face reddened once more, and J couldn’t help but smile.

“You love him a lot,” He assumed, and Whitney nodded. “That’s dope. I’m sure he loves you just as much. You seem like a dope girl,” He nodded.

“Thank you! I would like to think so,” She laughed softly before she looked at her watch. “Ah, jeez—it’s so late. You should be getting home, you’ve got a flight in the morning,” She said.

“Yeah, I should. But if you two need anything just call me or B and we’ll help you out; otherwise, Ib is also here,” He stood up before the two shared a quick hug. “We should be back in like...May, or June, depending on how well B gets after the baby is born,” He said. “Then we can talk getting you guys introduced to the world officially.”

“Got it. See you then,” She waved, and he nodded as he headed out of the studio and into the street.

Jermaine went to the nearest bus stop and stepped onto the bus, paying his fare before he kept his attention on getting back to Ib’s place. He placed his headphones in his ear, and turned on his playlist that he had recently put together for when he traveled. He nodded his head slowly to the music as his eyes kept focused on the streets that the bus turned on, pulling the cord when it was time for him to get off. Once he got off, he headed up to Ib’s door before knocking, walking inside once Nicole opened the door.

“How was the studio, J?” She greeted as he walked inside, and he nodded slowly as he looked back at her. “Oh...your hair! It’s gone,” She laughed.

“Yeah. I’m trying something new sis,” He said, and she nodded. “Or the old, whatever you wanna call it,” He said with a small chuckle.

“No wonder Beija wanted to go to the beauty supply,” She said, and J laughed to himself as he jogged towards the guest room. He opened the door and saw Beija sitting on the bed with an unused FedEx box, along with a plethora of hair products.

“Hey there,” He greeted, and she nodded as she looked through the different products she had bought. “And I assume those are for me?” He asked with a chuckled.

“Yes. If you’re gonna grow them out again, I want that head to be healthy,” She nodded. “I got some shea butter products and some other things...some essential oils to put in there for good measure. I got some shampoo and conditioner, and I also got stuff for your beard,” She explained as she continued to pack the box. “We can ship this off in the morning before we go to the airport—it should be home in a couple of days,” She said.

“You never stop working,” He sat down on the bed and helped her pack the box before they closed it and taped it shut. After writing down the address, Jermaine sat it on the floor next to their bags. “How you feeling? Okay?” He asked.

“Just a little tired, but today was productive! We got the work done with Z and Whit, then I got some updates on the app so I’m excited about what’s to come,” She grinned. “And then before we know it, lil’ mama will be out here with us,” She rubbed her stomach slowly.

“Yep. Then you can add mom to that list of accolades you’re racking up,” He chuckled softly before he leaned up and kissed her forehead. “But come on, let’s get some sleep. That flight is early so we gotta be up,” He said, and she nodded before she got out of bed.

Jermaine helped Beija change into some night clothes, and he did the same for himself before they got into bed together. He sat his phone on the charger as he felt Beija shift to get comfortable, and he raised an eyebrow as he noticed the text message from an unknown number: “Goodnight daddy.”

J was pretty good at remembering phone numbers; it wasn’t anyone he knew. He hadn’t given his cell number out in a long time, so he couldn’t guess as to who it would be. “Wrong number,” He replied, and deleted the thread before he locked up his phone and got comfortable in the bed. He wrapped an arm around Beija’s shoulders as she laid her head on his chest, and closed his eyes before allowing his body to rest for the evening.

The next morning seemed to come quickly, and he got up early to get he and Beija’s things together when he heard her alarm go off. He went to take a shower in the guest bathroom before changing his clothes, and he came back to the room to see that Beija was awake and making the bed they slept in. He allowed her time to go and shower also, sitting down on his bed before he scrolled through his phone—he usually kept his phone off the ringer when he slept because of twitter notifications and other social media things he tried to keep out of his sleep. But the 23 text messages that popped up seemed to be the majority of last night’s activity. It was the same phone number, and the messages all varied from endearing professions of love to aggravation that the sender was not being properly answered. He frowned before deleting the thread again, not bothering to respond.

Once Beija was finished getting ready for their flight, the two headed down to the FedEx first to send off their package back home. The ride to JFK after that was fairly quick, and they hurried as fast as they could through security then to their gate, being carted off by a car due to Beija’s pregnant frame. The arrived with 30 minutes to spare, and while Beija waited by the gate, Jermaine went to get them breakfast. The two ate, and J encountered a couple of fans within the half hour, and before long their section was called to board the plane.

As J stood in line to get his boarding pass scanned, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and he raised an eyebrow before he pulled it from his pocket, seeing the notification from the same number: “Have a nice flight. I’ll miss you.”

Jermaine’s face seemed to grow a bit pale as he looked around the immediate area of the terminal, looking at the multitude of people who were walking about to get to their flights or to their rental cars. Nobody seemed to look out of the ordinary or out of place, but it was a frightful thought that washed over him; somebody was watching him. He looked down and deleted the thread before turning his phone off altogether, and handed the attendant his pass before it was scanned. He waited for Beija’s to be scanned as well, and the two began to board the plane.