It never ceases to amaze me how little people actually know of Shakespeare's work. As though it is some right of passage to be blatantly ignorant of his most critical pieces and still spew out information as though they were the foremost important scholar on the subject.

Congratulations. You have now reached a new level of idiocy.

[MEDEA, ERIS & HALPHAS.]
Sorry, darlings. I was never really a red.

Drinks to make up for it? I'll buy the first round.

Just going to leave this here. As well as this.

[ links are to petitions re: sensitive matters, fair warning. ]

[APOLLO & MEDEA.]
Dinner. Normal, at a restaurant, in our best shoes and pinkies up dinner.

I've been invited to direct the Playhouse's Winter production.

[HALPHAS.]
You work with guns, correct?

[You couldn't drag Eris away from the chaos. Not voluntarily anyway. This was the closest she was ever going to get to a battlefield, and she was loving it. She laughed as she danced through the crowd, her very presence inflaming the already violent protesters. Not that she cared, even as that violence spilled over to her, and she ended up with quite the collection of cuts, scrapes and bruises. The former goddess had forgotten she was vulnerable in this case of flesh and blood, and brushed off every injury with pride. Battle wounds! How fun!

Except the protesters soon realized she wasn't one of them, was one of those reincarnates they hated so. Which is how she ended up in the hospital, battered and broken. Not that she was particularly broken up about it - the cast on her ankle would make an excellent story, and everything else would heal. Even if her nose would never quite be the same again.

Except they wouldn't let her leave. Her giggling glee at her injuries had the doctors and nurses worried, but they didn't have the manpower to look into it further. So they said they'd release her if she had someone who could come pick her up, and watch over her for a bit. In case of concussion, they said. She wasn't sure who to call - her instincts said James, but then she remembered Val had been hurt, and one of his other friends in trouble. Maybe Nyx - but then she had a little kid of her own, she didn't need the bother of having to look after Penny. So in the end, she decided to leave the decision to fate. And posted to the network.]

IM AT THE HOSPITAL AND I NEED SOMEONE TO TAKE ME HOME BEFORE THEY'LL RELEASE ME.

Whoever comes to save me~ gets a kiss. ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY RIGHT HERE.

[Filter: Davey]
You'd better stay safe put you little shit. I'm not beyond calling our parents and kicking your ass.

[Filter: Emilie]
Where are you? Are you alright?

"What if one of them took it upon himself or herself to get to the president, start a war or something?"

Like we're even needed to do that. Our presidents are pretty damn good at doing it themselves. Not sure Me, Enyo, Eris, War, or any of the War related gods could do as well of a job at starting Wars as humans are already capable of.

I needed to repost this so the public could see.

Though we could always try, if that's what they're looking for. Throw Medea in and I think we'll have a damn good start.

[ ANTEROS, MEDEA, HELEN ]

HOW DO YOU GET OVER HAVING FEELINGS FOR A GUY YOU CAN'T HAVE.

Welp I survived summer school and I'm allowed to stay for at least one more semester as long as I actually continue to go to class and pass said classes, SO YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME FOR AT LEAST A LITTLE WHILE LONGER.

So, recommendations for classes? Something not boring please.

OH YEAH okay so I've been having THOUGHTS about stuff, and i was wondering - for those of you who were only raised by one parent/no parent/whatever, have you ever thought about looking your parents up? Just dropping a call and being all 'hey Jenny Jones, Mitchell Black, I'm the baby girl you fucked up, surprise!!!'?

If I ever happen to get married (I know, I know. Contain your skeptical laughter. I do what I want.) I can only hope that my - numerous, of course; as my parents have engendered within me unfairly high expectations in regard to marital life-expectancy - years of wedded bliss are half as interesting as the ones shared by the Ponds.

I mean, seriously. Ood on the loo.

I'd have to say that the recent span of experimental plays I've seen has greatly upset me. Clearly someone has done to the stage what Starbucks has done to coffee: you cannot slap something together, call it a play and expect me to fall for it. It is also lessening the value of actual, valid experimental pieces.

Good fucking god I hope none of you actually think you have created something profound. You couldn't even establish what the message of your piece was. Embarrassing.

[WOLF BROOD.]
Dinner, us three, pick a day.

Not the weekend.

[CARTER, LUCIE & JAKE.]
This past month has been particularly depres unimpressive, I refuse to step into the new semester without some level of alcohol poisoning. Next weekend. No excuses.

[LUCIE.]
Is it okay to be worried about matters in my life, brother included?

Or is this a sign that I could be sober?

Vespas are pretty much only cool/acceptable if you live in Europe and parts of Asia, right?

Also, someone keeps playing Gangnam Style on repeat at full blast. I knocked on the door, but I think they aren't there. Crap. That song just isn't as fun without the music video.

You know ... I just really, pretty much miss those stupid fucking shadow monsters.

No topic is too boring or too taboo! Anything at all you want, all you have to do is comment. I've even enabled anon commenting. And as well all know, I can't repeat secrets. So if there is anything you want to get off your chest, just filter a comment to me. I promise I won't tell a soul.

To think people left London because of the Olympics to the point business are suffering.

Is it really so bad over there?

[That brother of hers]

So how has the place treated you so far? Are you already dead bored like me? Hopefully not.

[Those cousins of hers]

Speak up, sweethearts. What are you doing and what are you planning for the near future? I could use some sincere company quality family time. Or at least an excuse to do something fun.

( declan would not cut this )


My friends back home gave me this to help with the lack of AC. Somehow I don't think it will work too well.

Blah, bah, blah I'm Declan. I have some family here. I don't know who I am, but I can turn invisible for a little bit. That's pretty cool. I have achy bones. That totally got me out of a lot of boring gym classes in high school. I like how I can say that in the past tense. It's awesome.

What kind of delivery is the best around here?

[Private]
It fucking amazes me that my parents just allowed that stupid little douchebag to come here. How did they not convince him to go to West Point? Did anyone actually sit down and think about the decision he made? Fucking retard. And now he's harassing teachers.

Note to self: wear all your gold jewelry when you see him next.

[/Private]

This is the worst thing for hangovers.

[Filter: Emilie]
I'm actually afraid to drink and I desperately need to drink. Did I tell you my baby brother is here? I also ran into that bitch. The one he left me at the altar for. At work. So I couldn't claw out her eyes or drag my nails across that pretty little face.

All right, I'm going to run through this once. Asking me any questions that can be answered by the bulk of text I'm about to present you with is going to get you ignored, and I mean that you little douchebags so read carefully.

For those of you that have never seen me around campus, my name is Xavier Flint. I'm the head drill instructor for most of you military types, and for you new military students, I'll be the one waking your ass up every single morning until you graduate. Get used to it.

In addition, I also run a two-week intensive training course once every two months for those of you that either need the extra help, or would like to experience a bit of what the military program at this institution is like. It's worth giving a it a try if you're considering the program, because if you're going to flake out, I'd rather you do it then. It saves me paperwork, and it keeps the actual students I have from having to deal with you.

The next run starts next Saturday at 0400 hours. If you plan on attending, you will have eaten substantially beforehand, you will have clothes of your own suitable for working out and running in, and you will leave your cell phones and other electronic devices in the lockers provided for you. Water will be provided, but you are expected to bring a bottle, otherwise you're going to be drinking from the hose.

You will also not complain about the heat, the fireworks, how early it is, how tired you are, how you haven't eaten, or how much your feet hurt. This is all completely of your own volition, should you choose to attend, and if I even catch you sighing dejectedly, I will send you home.

With that being said, I'm going to enjoy weeding some of you out.

[filter; greeks!]
well~ i figured i should do this eventually. this is eos. ♥ my siblings get kisses and the rest of my family gets hugs, and i never disappoint with my hugs and kisses. so who's all here in this life?

[filter; aphrodite]
you'd better not be here