mythopoeics

[ filter; family (including pasithea) + zurvan family ]
I proposed to Pasithea. She said yes. I wanted to say earlier, but... mmm.

[ Always in life had Naamah been elusive, someone who kept to herself and said nothing of her past or her thoughts. She was more adept at playing games than giving straight answers, more likely to tease and torture than deliver, but in these days, she wondered. Was there much of a point to hiding? It was almost cowardly, not unveiling herself, when she'd once been a queen of Hell.

Well, that could change. ]

[ filter; all judeo-christians ]
Feathered ones, Horsemen, denizens of Hell~ This is Naamah speaking.

[ filter; fellow wives ]
Testing, testing~

[ When Shinji woke up, he didn't quite know how to take dreaming of being a cat demon. He dreamt of his cousins, of leaping over their dead bodies and lapping at bowls of oil. Of having a tail that forked in two, of sitting in store fronts and waving paws at passersby. It left him with a strange taste in his mouth, but somehow, somehow it wasn't the weirdest dream he'd ever had.

Figuring that dreaming of being something you weren't was entirely normal, he'd gone about his morning, robotically feeding the meowing trio of cats that whored around his legs, begging for food. He stroked his fingers up Gin's furry little back, pondering on the dream. There was nothing out of place about dreaming about being a cat demon, really.

And so life went on. ]

Caradoc Leigh Boudreaux (aka Pheme) - 1, Establishment (aka The Man) - 0

I successfully lobbied against the father/daughter and mother/son dance school wanted to have by pointing out how exclusionary (yay for online thesauruses) it was to those of us who ain't got those parents, and I even got an apology from the Headmaster. They're still having a dance, but now we can bring whatever relative we want. So, uncle CuCu-kachoo, you wanna come to a school dance next Friday night with me?

Otherwise, fuck those fairies. They were little jerks! Mine erased hours of blackmail material on half my classmates and hid my USB drive with last season's Once Upon a Time on it, and I need that for my Jefferson fix! Say what you will about the show, but SebStan is smokin' hot. Plus, she renamed half my computer files so I couldn't find my password folder for my Tumblr or my Facebook. Rude.

Anyway, I'm glad that's all over.