I like to laugh with myself, since I've no one besides me now. But that's alright, I still have me.
Yes please.
Let them be able and upright, straightforward and gentle in speech
Humble and not conceited
May they be content and easily satisfied, unburdened with frugal and duties on their ways
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful
Not proud and demanding in nature
May they be wise, with their senses calmed, not arrogant and without desire
May they do nothing that the wise would later reprove
May all beings be happy
May they live in safety and joy
All living beings, whether weak or strong, the great or the mighty, medium, short or small, seen or unseen, near or distant, born or to be born, may they all be happy
Let no one deceive another or despise any being in any state, let none by anger or hatred wish harm to another
As a mother watches over her child, willing to risk her own life to protect her only child, so with a boundless heart should one cherish all living beings, radiating kindness over the entire world?
Standing or walking, sitting or lying down, during all one’s waking hours, may one remain mindful of this heart and this way of living that is said to be the sublime abiding
Unattached to speculations, views and sense desires, the pure hearted one, with clear vision, being freed from all sense desires, will never be reborn in the cycles of suffering
This in part of the sacred text the Buddhist meant the following thing. The metta sutta that not all the time is referred to the Karanyametta Sutta , you can find this in Pali Canon’s suttanipata. The Pali Canon is a type of collection of scriptures un a Buddhist tradition called Theravada. This is the only completely existing early Buddhist canon and the one of the first to be written down. The word Metta is one of the four “divine abodes “ .
OMG The city of echoes sounds thrilling! Idk why but I feel like there are many parrallel stories in myths for these two... I love your other fics too but this one already hunted me down😭
It’s the second time I’m writing this post because tumblr hates me and deleted it for no reason. Ugh. So, since I have to put some order in my brain, I’ll list here all of the wips I’m currently working on. But here comes the funny part: you get to choose one of these, and I’ll start working on it as soon as I can—and you’ll get a dt when I post it here and on ff.net. Also yes, you got it right; this is basically a way to make me start working on them faster. Here we go.
Olympus (chapter 5). If you know me and have read some of my fics, you probably already know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, “Olympus” is a bookshop AU, in which Reyna is the owner of a cute second-hand-books shop in San Francisco, and Jason is just some guy who happens to be maybe a little too in love with the shop (and its owner).
Sugar paper (chapter 1). You’re probably so sick of me talking about this fic. This is the fake dating AU I’ve been talking about for months, perhaps?, but never wrote. I’ve already started writing the first chapter, but I don’t like it at all, so I think I’ll just delete all I’ve got and start again from the beginning. Anyway, it features Percy, Nico, Jason’s and Reyna’s families and the fabulous Hazel Levesque.
The three times Reyna fell in love with Jason (and the one time she didn’t). If you think this title screams angst, you’re totally right. Slightly—highly, actually—inspired to my shitty love life, this fic is set in the canonic universe, and takes place before HoO. I think the title is pretty self-explanatory, so I won’t give you any details; only that New Rome plays a huge role in this fic. Oh and it’s a one-shot.
Rewrite the stars. Rey is going to hate me because I promised I’d write this ages ago and I still haven’t begun. This is a Star Trek AU in which Jason is the captain of a starship, and Reyna is his cold, stonefaced, calculating first officer with Romulan origins. When he asks her out for dinner, she has to remind him of the Code they had agreed to respect back when they were at the academy. Also a one-shot.
Illicit affairs. Obviously inspired by Taylor Swift, because how can you be a jeyna shipper and not listen to Taylor Swift. In particular, this fic is going to be a three-shots based on her new album “Folklore”’s teenage love triangle. In fact, this is not exactly jeyna. It’s more a study of the Piper/Jason/Reyna love triangle in the books. Mhh I don’t know if I’m ever going to write this anyway, so let me know.
The city of echoes. I’ve been thinking about this idea for the last week and I’m so in love with it. The subtitle is “All the times Jason and Reyna came back to each other”; the main plot takes place after ToA, but I want it to have as many flashbacks as possible. This one is going to be hot and sweet and rude, all at the same time. Both smutty and angsty. It’s mainly based on the myth of Phosphorus and Hesperus—the morning and the evening stars—, always thought to be so apart, and yet being the same thing. Exactly like Jason and Reyna. Three-shots.
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I’ve been thinking about this line a lot. And I’m not sure it’s given all the credit it deserves. It is well overshadowed by Thor’s immediate response (”surrender’s not in mine”), and by the line that steals this whole scene: “Trust my rage.”
But there’s something about this line that gets me, and I think it’s because it is probably the truest thing Loki has ever said about himself.
Loki, as we well know, is a master of avoiding his own problems, or else manipulating them to look like everyone else’s. He has told himself so many lies that he has begun to believe them: that he is hated, that he is alone, that he will never be anything but Loki. Frigga even points this out: “Always so perceptive, about everyone but yourself”. Loki can read everyone else, but when it comes to reading himself? Oh, Hel no. Those are dangerous waters, and he would rather not drown there.
And that’s why this line is so surprising and just so good. The fact that Loki is never satisfied is, when you think about it, pretty much the root of all his problems (at least ones that he can control). As a child and young adult, he appears to have mastered magic, but that was never enough, because it wasn’t like Thor, it wasn’t what Asgard wanted, it wasn’t what Odin wanted (or so he thought). He wants to be Thor’s equal, little realising that in many ways he is, but that, too, is not enough. He tries to be Thor, and is never satisfied. He tries to be Loki, and is never satisfied. He goes out of his way to prove himself to his family, and still he craves more. And so it escalates. A throne. A planet. He keeps reaching and reaching, oblivious to the fact that whilst he is grasping for the mountain’s peak, the rocks beneath him are slipping away.
And now we come to Ragnarok, and Loki has what he claims he has always wanted: the throne. A chance to rule. And I don’t think for a moment it is what he expects. Because once he has something, it no longer fulfills him; and he is stuck without a family, bearing the weight of the kingship, and I’m nintey-nine percent sure all he can do is sit there thinking ‘Well. Now what?’
And this is why happiness is so foreign to Loki, and always will be, and why he has doomed himself: for contentment, he must learn to settle, and because he is Loki, he will never settle. And so the cycle continues, and he proves time and time again that Loki’s worst enemy will always be Loki.
“You inspired me. For that, you are worth every inch of love I had to give.”
— Bianca Sparacino, Seeds Planted in Concrete (via thoughtkick)
Baking for someone when they're sad.
Being the mom friend.
Knitting, crocheting things for your friends because they all deserve more soft things in their lives.
Packing an extra hoodie in your bag in case one of your friends or siblings forgets to bring one.
Having back ups of medication and inhalers in case your friend needs them. (I have allergy pills and a spare EpiPen for my friend).
Painting. Idk why, it just gives me big Hera vibes.
Praying to her when you need a mother's advice and you're too afraid to ask your mother, or you've lost your mother. She's so motherly, if you ever need a mom, she's there for you.
Being able to literally forget your own name, music taste and age but being able to basically write a wikifandom page from memory about each of your friends.
Soup. Big mom food, soup is good.
Working on your issues. Forgiving, so you can move on. But remembering you don't owe anyone anything.
When you get hurt and your friend puts on a cute band aid with flowers or cartoons on it because it helps.
Remembering to take your meds. It makes her so proud of you.
When you're kids and you plan out your whole wedding with your friends and you design dresses and make a menu and a maid of honour speech and everything. Hera loves that shit.
When your sibling goes to hospital or moves out and you cling onto their stuffed animal that you stole (or were given) and it helps you adjust to them not being near you right then. (My brother went into hospital alot with kidney problems, I have his plush giraffe, his name is Microsoft).
Waking up from nightmares and gasping because you dont know where you are but you relax slowly and melt into the mattress and feel better slowly and that's Hera. She's guiding you back to yourself, to safety, she's easing the adrenaline from your system.
Believing in soulmates.
I'm so tired so I hope the spelling is okay. I love Hera so much, she's very comforting.
Next will be Zeus himself
Bran Castle - Romania (by Céline Harrand)
Spiral and elliptical galaxies seem neatly put together, but what happened to irregular galaxies? Irregular galaxies have one-of-a-kind shapes and many look like blobs! Why do they look the way they do? Astronomers think the uniqueness of these galaxies results from their interactions with other galaxies — like when they pass close to one another or even collide!
Looking back at the early universe with the help of our Hubble Space Telescope’s “deep field” observations, astronomers can peek at galaxies millions and billions of light-years away. They noticed that these far-away galaxies appear unusually messy, showing more star formation and mergers than galaxies closer to the Milky Way.
We also see irregular galaxies closer to home, though. Some may form when two galaxies pass close together in a near-miss. When this happens, their gravity pulls stars out of place in both galaxies, messing up the neat structure they originally had as spiral or elliptical galaxies. Think of it like this: you happen to have a pile of papers sitting at the edge of a table and when someone passes close by the papers become ruffled and may scatter everywhere! Even though the two galaxies never touched, gravity's effects leave them looking smeared or distorted.
Some irregular galaxies result from the collision between two galaxies. And while some of these look like a blob of stars and dust, others form dazzling ring galaxies! Scientists think these may be a product of collisions between small and large galaxies. These collisions cause ripples that disturb both galaxies, throwing dust, gas, and stars outward. When this happens, it pushes out a ring of material, causing gas clouds to collide and spark the birth of new stars. After just a few million years, stars larger than our Sun explode as supernovae, leaving neutron stars and black holes throughout the ring!
Not all galaxy collisions create irregular galaxies — our Milky Way spiral galaxy has gone through many mergers but has stayed intact! And for some interacting galaxies, being an irregular galaxy may just be a phase in their transformation. We’re observing them at a snapshot in time where things are messy, but they may eventually become neat and structured spirals and ellipticals.
Irregular galaxies are similar to each other, but unique and beautiful because of their different interactions, whether they’re just passing another galaxy or taking part in a dramatic collision. Keep up with NASA Universe on Facebook and Twitter where we post regularly about galaxies.
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Life is too short. that's it😋 "My past unshapely natural stage was the best... With just one flower flaming through my breast..."
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