#house of life

[cryoverlife]

I find it hilarious how much Carter does not want to be in charge.

Over the course of three books he gets asked like 50 times if he wants it be pharaoh and every single time he says no.

And yet somehow he still ends up the pharaoh and in charge of a bunch of people.

Summery of Carter character arc in the serpents shadow

Horus: you should be in charge (so I can be in charge)

Carter: absolutely not

Zia: we need you to be in charge

Carter: haha, no

Ra: it is your destiny to be in charge

Sadie: he’s right

Carter: … Do I have a choice?

Amos: you are in charge

Carter: temporarily

Ra again: you are in charge

Carter: uh

Everyone: our new leader, Carter Kane

Carter: excuse me, what?

#carter kane #the poor boy #He just want to be normal for a few seconds #kane chronicles #sadie kane #tkc #Horus #House of life

[ophierian-vp]

House of Life, Siwa

#acorigins #assassin's creed #assassin's creed origins #house of life #siwa #virtual photography #Gaming Photography #gamingedit #gaming photo #photomode

[kingoftheu]

What's better than one updated Percy Jackson Fic? That's right two updated Percy Jackson Fics!

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #camp half blood #camp jupiter #rick riordan #kane chronicles #crossover #demigods #half bloods #half-bloods #house of life #annabeth chase #sally jackson #female oc #estelle blofis #carter kane #nico di angelo #will solace #drew tanaka #sadie kane #zia rashid #walt stone #fanfic #fanfiction #pjo series #pjo #percabeth #percy pjo

[bodyalive]

#yoga #survival #biosphere #House of Life #energies of the earth #healing #Body Alive #Structural Integration Atlanta

[soft-october-night]

Like to charge reblog to cast

#i just want a regular house #I don't want to pay money to a lord for the rest of my life

[backtoaugust-ts]

I have realized that the perfect form of media must have a delicate balance between absolutely heart wrenching pure emotional devastation and the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever seen in your whole life

#miraculous ladybug #owl house #the owl house #toh #ml #she ra #spop #throne of glass #tog #kipo #kataow #adventure time #at #steven universe #steven universe future #su #suf #acotar #the selection #gravity falls #50k #60k #this woven kingdom #these infinite threads #70k #actually you know what #also the love of my life #taylor swift #80k #percy jackson

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. #lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real? #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

[virtual-paint]

Local man copies neighbor to disastrous effect

#secret life #traffic smp #mumbo fanart #mumbo jumbo #life series spoilers #You have no idea how much I love the silly mound houses

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[ophierian-vp]

House of Life, Siwa

#acorigins #assassin's creed #assassin's creed origins #siwa #house of life #ubisoft #gamingedit #gaming #virtual photography #Gaming Photography #gaming photo #photomode

[spacedustmantis]

shoutout to the mutuals i never talk to. shoutout to the mutuals who i silently reblog stuff from and who silently reblog stuff from me. shoutout to the mutuals who i don't have the balls to reach out to. shoutout to the mutuals i was once close with but now we are merely coexisting. i see you. i appreciate you

#buggy thoughts #buggy life #inside the clown house

[pathofregeneration]

House of Life: What more fitting and simple name could be given that enclosure where disciples were trained to comprehend the esoteric meaning of hieroglyphic writings and figurations?

R. A. Schwaller de Lubicz, The Egyptian Miracle

#Quotes #Wisdom #R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz #The Egyptian Miracle #House of Life #Temple #Ancient Egypt

[zkyeline]

I had a vision

Edit: SOMEONE DID THE THING

#toh spoilers #watching and dreaming spoilers #luz noceda #titan!luz #the owl house #fan art #art #some one PLEASE make an amv of her w this song I’ll owe u my life

[rileyclaw]

let the maze of my design carry you on 🪞

happy anniversary, labyrinth runners!

#the episode that ruined my life /pos #it pulled me from tentatively blooming hyperfixation to DEEP AWFUL TRENCHES hyperfixation #im still stuck! #the owl house #toh #fanart #labyrinth runners #gus porter #willow park #adrian graye vernworth #amity blight #hunter toh #my art #rileyclaw

[finelythreadedsky]

it's so great that in greek tragedy there are only three paradigms for a woman leaving her house (her wedding, her funeral, and maenadic rites) and they're all kind of the same thing also

#this is very much entirely in the realm of the cultural imaginary #in real life ancient greek women (of all classes) did indeed leave their houses for a wide variety of reasons apart from these #but tragedy doesn't acknowledge them and instead suggests a world in which these are the only three legitimate reasons a woman leaves home #and thus tries to understand everything else in terms of these three paradigms #mine #reading

[sems-diarie]

death is insane. wdym i’ll never see my grandmother again

#she’s in her chair in the den cant nobody tell me nothing ok #death tw #grief #what’s this house without my grandmother in it? (all the people she left behind) #i cried this morning while eating grits she taught my mother how to make. love is so big when i think of it like that #i thought i heard her walker clack in the hallway last night. #she wears glasses & we have to decide where to keep them #grief is so strange #i can’t keep crying by myself (i’ll be crying for the rest of my life) #love is carrying on. i think.