Love, love,

it is as death were past

Ask me

Love, love,

it is as death were past

Ask me

"If I don’t keep myself inspired, encouraged, uplifted, joyful, connected, cognizant, who will? That’s why I do what I do. I don’t want to wait for a savior, they may never come. I’m the creator of my life and I know I’m deserving of great things and inspiring energy. I have my eyes planted on progression and evolution. Learn to enjoy the journey—it is exhilarating when you embrace it fully."

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1912, Titanic in colour. Colorised by Anton Logvynenko

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Love: accepting constant disappointment



Okay, firstly: thanks so much for dropping this message on my askbox! I don’t usually get asked about my opinion, and I don’t usually venture my opinion without being asked because… I don’t know.

I know this wasn’t even a question, but I’ll offer my take on this topic anyways, if you don’t mind.

DISCLAIMER: I like Piz. Emphasis on “like”, which implies A) that I don’t love him, but also B) that I don’t hate him.

Now that being said, I must kindly disagree with you and I’ll try and explain why.

I truly think he was given a proper send-off in the movie. Scratch that: not proper. DECENT. REDEEMING, even. Throughout the show and most of his brief appearance in the movie, he was hardly more than a fool in love, with little to no self-respect, following Veronica around and turning a blind eye to the staggering truth flashing in neon lights right in front of his face: that Veronica didn’t love him. And please notice that I’m not saying here “that Veronica loved Logan” but rather “that Veronica didn’t love PIZ”. Regardless of Logan, Veronica would never love Piz. She never did. That is science. 

Piz was aware of this, you could see it in his eyes, and still, he would accept whatever form of affection he was getting from her, no matter how meager. So for me it was refreshing to see him be pro-active and not just wait around for whatever decision Veronica would make. He decided to take his life in his own hands and be the one who called the shots. And for that, I aplaud him and respect him. And he had more character development in those few minutes when he broke up with Veronica than in all of season 3. Sorry.

Now, about Veronica… you said that you didn’t like the way they left Piz because “it painted Veronica in a dick way”…

I think this is kind of problematic. For once, you’re saying you’re having problems with how they dealt with a certain character because it affected the way you look at a different character. Now, what if Veronica wasn’t painted in a dick way? Would that make you feel different about how they left Piz? Would that make it okay to have Piz out of the picture?

Also, this might be just my very personal impression, but I think Veronica was kind of a dick. She was vicious and relentless and vengeful, and that was good sometimes, but other times, it was really bad. And don’t get me wrong, I LOVE VERONICA. But I don’t love her because she’s this perfect, flawless, do-gooder who never screws up and has all the answers and is always right, etc etc. On the contrary, I love her because she IS flawed, and on the show she acted like an asshole on occasion. And that’s okay! That makes her real, and relatable. I think I’m a good person in general terms, but I also can be an asshole sometimes. But that doesn’t make me any less of a good person, you know?

So, Anon, let’s agree to disagree on this one, okay? 


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"When death reached out its hand,
you should have cowered. When you felt the
flames of hell licking at your insides, you were not
supposed to draw closer to the fire.
I watched you disembowel the Earth, saw you pluck
flowers from your mother’s garden and gouge
your fingers into its open wounds,
trying to pry secrets out from the soil.
Everything green started to shrivel
and die when I entered the meadow, but you didn’t
flinch away; instead you kissed me voracious,
like I was something dark you’d tugged
out of reluctant soil.
I wanted your hands, still caked in dirt,
pressing into my naked back.
I thought you’d understand me. Both of us
wanting what we shouldn’t. I know your mother
must have warned you about gods like me.
Tell her I am not a selfish lover. Tell her how
I kneel at your altar and crush the berries
of your hips into wine. That I worship you.
That we spread each other open like flowers
blooming in the night. You wanted to see
what paradise looked like drenched in moonlight,
so I brought you home with me.
When you stood before the gates of hell,
all the beasts lowered their heads
and bowed at your feet.
Everything I have belongs to
you — my wife, my queen.
You are so much flesh and blood,
so much heaving, pulsing, breathing life.
You make the death in me tremble.
I am forever yours."

-'Hades' | Anita O. (via deeplystained)