i cannot explain how much kristen needs to change her marketing tactic
she keeps going around and saying that cassandra is the goddess of mystery and doubt and the night, but thats not quite true. cassandra is the goddess of finding safety in the unknown. of not being afraid of doubt.
she is the belief that even if you don't know where you are or what to do, if you are lost and alone in a dark forest, there will be something on the other side, and all you have to do is get there. Cassandra is the goddess of staring into the cold, uncaring void and feeling a warm hand clasp your own, of a whisper in your ear saying youre going to be okay. you aren't alone. it is going to be scary and hard and uncertain, but you will never be on your own because i am here with you. you will never be lost because i know where you are
Psalm 23:4 (NKJV) -
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
1. Related to Lillian (who is also absolutely terrifying in the manner of which people fear dolls)
2. Their whole moral code revolves around Zane and this means that they'd absolutely 100% kill him if he asked them to
Generally, Garte is untouchable, cause he's the Lord of O'Khasis (a military and political powerhouse) but Janus Does Not Give A Fuck about the concequences to his actions they have exactly 1 thought in their mind at all times and it is of Zane
why aren’t we as a fandom doing more with the fact that macaque is literally a resurrected corpse and that lbd, known schemer, was the one to revive him. where r my horror people
does tumblr care for edits. i’m proud of this but also not at the same time so throws this at you while you are not looking and it gives you a mild concussion
Who knows what Gerudo culture or fashion would have evolved into by 'Rule's time but it's nice to think about him getting to experience a bit more of it in another universe... Before BLYGanon sours it for him... Also been thinking about that Great Fairy of the desert...
[TEXT ID: “I want to remember him the way he was.”
And who could blame them? Who'd want to see someone they love like this? Whatever way they got like this. Dead.
“But remembering him the way he was,” I say, slowly, deliberately, as if the listener were breakable, “begins by dealing with the way he is.” I'm an apostle of the present tense. After years and years of directing funerals, I've come to the conclusion that seeing is the hardest and most helpful part. The truth, even when it hurts, has a healing in it, better than fiction or fantasy. When someone dies, it is not them we fear seeing, it is them dead. It is the death.
little man on my shoulder whispering into my ear: you are SO so correct about everything ever, all of your fears are reasonable and make total sense, you are always right, everyone is silly for not thinking the way you do
little man on my other shoulder: Friendly Reminder That You Have Been Diagnosed With Severe Obsessive Compulsive Disorder