Week of June 28, 2024

Images

thoughts:

1. listen to this playlist
2. drink a 6 pack of smart water
3. watch antonio banderas movies

Videos

• Cat has a crazy deep meow
• From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me
• Alternative Metal\Последняя смена\Last Shift\Luke Shoemaker - Fall Away - Clip.
• My Chemical Romance - It's Not A Fashion Statement, It's A Deathwish (Boy Hero Cover)
• Why We Love Meruem (HxH Essay)

Movies

Test...

As he surveys the ten smiling gods ranged in front of them Zeus feels Hera squeezing his hand and understands just what that firm pressure means. He salutes the crowd of pardoned Titans and swooning nymphs massed below. Cyclopes, Gigantes, Meliae, and Oceanids jostle each other to get a good view. The Charites and Horai shimmer shyly. Hades, the Erinyes, and other dark creatures of the underworld bow low. The three hundred hands of the Hecatonchires wave their fierce loyalty. Now, to signify the start of the Reign of the Twelve, Hestia steps down from her throne and sets light to the oil in a great gleaming bowl of beaten copper. A huge cheer rings around the mountain. An eagle flies overhead. Thunder rumbles across the sky. Hestia returns to her throne. Zeus watches her calmly smoothing the skirt of her gown and transfers his gaze to the others, one by one—Poseidon. Demeter. Aphrodite. Hephaestus. Ares. Athena. Artemis. Apollo. Hermes. These gods and all creation are bowing down before him. All his enemies are scattered, destroyed, imprisoned, or tamed. He has created an empire and a rule the like of which the world has never seen. He has won. Yet he feels nothing. He looks up and on the far edge of the mountain sees silhouetted against the sky a figure whose dark clothes billow in the wind. His father Kronos has come. The blade of his scythe catches the light of the flames below as he slowly swings it back and forth like a pendulum. Although even Zeus cannot possibly make it out so far away in such poor light he is sure that there is a cruel, taunting grimace on his father’s gaunt and ravaged face. “Wave, Zeus. And for heaven’s sake, smile!” Hera’s hissed undertone jerks him away. When he looks back the dark silhouette of his father has gone. Perhaps he only imagined it. More cheers arise. To the growl of thunder is added a rumble from the earth itself. Gaia and Ouranos are adding their congratulations. Or perhaps their warnings. The cheering will not stop. Everything alive worships and adores him. This should be the happiest day of his life. Something is missing. Something . . . he frowns and thinks.
-- Mythos; Stephen Fry