New Crow Time

New Crow Time 🐦‍⬛🦊🌟

I love how I can make my Picrew the living embodiment of "No talk to me, I'm angy."

But yeah, go listen to Bury the Light, it's my happy song.

tagged by @emily-prentits <<3

Post your Picrew and the last song you listened to!

I played my biggest playlist while making this and stopped it right before i hit post i highly recommend it

tags: anyone who is interested!

VETTED AND VERIFIED FUNDRAISER

URGENT INSULIN (HUMALOG) INJECTION IS NEEDED TO SAVE LIFE IN PALESTINE PLEASE DONATE !!

Hello everyone, I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at a tender age, a condition that demanded a delicate balance of insulin, a commodity scarce in Gaza war-ravaged homeland.

As conflict raged around me, have struggled to find the insulin I desperately needed to survive. With medical supplies scarce and hospitals overwhelmed, obtaining medication became a daily battle fraught with danger.

One day, as the bombs fell closer to my house, my insulin supply ran out completely. With no pharmacies open and no aid reaching my area, I faced a life-threatening dilemma. Without insulin, my blood sugar levels soared, threatening to send me into a coma. I I'm here begging for your support to help me get insulin

My goal is $196/$360

KINDLY SUPPORT ME HERE

Ares Comes Back

(based on the myth of the aloadai)

——

When Ares comes back, Olympus is so unchanged that it’s jarring.

The routine here is identical to how he remembered it, a year ago.  Here’s Athena, surrounded by scrolls in her library.  Here’s Apollo, playing his lyre and looking perfect. Helios and Selene make their daily and nightly sojourns across the sky.  It’s as though nothing has changed.  And for them, nothing has changed.  The only person for whom anything different happened, was Ares himself.

There’s not really any talk of what happened.  No one brings it up.  He can’t tell if they feel bad about it, or if they all genuinely don’t think much about the fact that

he had been locked in a tiny, cramped jar for a year, a jar with the lid tied down, only to be lifted long enough that his captors can prod him with sticks or blades, or throw in rotting food or sometimes insects.  The smell makes him vomit, and that stays in with him too.  His angry shouts turn to screams turn to weeping and all of it stays inside the jar with him.

When the clay jar shatters, and Ares blinks in the sudden light to see Hermes staring at him in horror, he doesn’t feel relief, or feel any way at all, really.  He feels dull and nonresponsive, because he’s had this hallucination before.  Though, admittedly, it hasn’t ever been Hermes who had come in previous hallucinations.  It’s been mostly Zeus.

It isn’t until almost an hour later, when Hermes and Artemis are trudging back, carrying his wasted body because he can’t walk yet, that it strikes Ares that this is probably real this time.  He can’t stop shaking.

Keep reading

valley of ashes

Vent art