mildlyamused:

oh man wouldn’t it be GREAT if Hollywood gave Medusa the movie treatment and showed her as the tragic wronged hero she was? Just chillin’ out as a just a ordinary woman until Poseidon raped her in Athena’s temple and instead of being like “DUDE UNCLE NO WTF ARE YOU DOING?!” and smiting him, Athena punished the victim and turned her into a monster with snakes for hair…only wait Athena isn’t an idiot and how could she even punish the god of the sea? But she could give Medusa the power to make sure no man ever laid a goddamn finger on her again. Until Perseus traipsed in and fucked it all up. Way to go idiot. I bet if you’d just asked nicely she might have turned shit to stone for you.

Poor Medusa…

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

jackekarashae:

*AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO EVERY GUY I KNOW*

*TIME TRAVELS AND AGGRESSIVELY FORWARDS TO PAST SELF*

I’m nice because I want to be nice. If you are being nice for ulterior motives… you aren’t being nice.

archiemcphee:

The days have grown cold and short, Lovecraftian Solstice Carols can be heard on the wind, and in the Portland, OR home of Maika, co-editor of the Geyser of Awesome, the spot on the living room floor where betentacled trees have stood in years past has suddenly begun to darken and roil. Cthulhumas approaches and it’s time to pay tribute.

Dread Cthulhu still waits dreaming, but this year the Cthulhumas tree awoke. Its eyes are a pair of Giant Christmas Tree Googly Eyes that were altered with spray paint, paint pens, and markers. The wings were made using wire hangers, floral wire and tape, green cellophane, and the helpful guidance of a wing-making Instructable created by mercifulmaenad. Small sacrifices of blood, skin, and cherished cloth were made in the process and eldritch incantations were murmured.

Now the tree watches, unblinking. Sometime, just of the corner of an eye, the blue lights flicker and its tentacles appear to writhe. In the middle of the night the soft rustling of cellophane wings has been heard. The tree never sleeps. 

Merry Cthulhumas friends. May the deep dark sleep of the Great Old Ones continue undisturbed.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

archiemcphee:

The days have grown cold and short, Lovecraftian Solstice Carols can be heard on the wind, and in the Portland, OR home of Maika, co-editor of the Geyser of Awesome, the spot on the living room floor where betentacled trees have stood in years past has suddenly begun to darken and roil. Cthulhumas approaches and it’s time to pay tribute.

Dread Cthulhu still waits dreaming, but this year the Cthulhumas tree awoke. Its eyes are a pair of Giant Christmas Tree Googly Eyes that were altered with spray paint, paint pens, and markers. The wings were made using wire hangers, floral wire and tape, green cellophane, and the helpful guidance of a wing-making Instructable created by mercifulmaenad. Small sacrifices of blood, skin, and cherished cloth were made in the process and eldritch incantations were murmured.

Now the tree watches, unblinking. Sometime, just of the corner of an eye, the blue lights flicker and its tentacles appear to writhe. In the middle of the night the soft rustling of cellophane wings has been heard. The tree never sleeps. 

Merry Cthulhumas friends. May the deep dark sleep of the Great Old Ones continue undisturbed.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

archiemcphee:

The days have grown cold and short, Lovecraftian Solstice Carols can be heard on the wind, and in the Portland, OR home of Maika, co-editor of the Geyser of Awesome, the spot on the living room floor where betentacled trees have stood in years past has suddenly begun to darken and roil. Cthulhumas approaches and it’s time to pay tribute.

Dread Cthulhu still waits dreaming, but this year the Cthulhumas tree awoke. Its eyes are a pair of Giant Christmas Tree Googly Eyes that were altered with spray paint, paint pens, and markers. The wings were made using wire hangers, floral wire and tape, green cellophane, and the helpful guidance of a wing-making Instructable created by mercifulmaenad. Small sacrifices of blood, skin, and cherished cloth were made in the process and eldritch incantations were murmured.

Now the tree watches, unblinking. Sometime, just of the corner of an eye, the blue lights flicker and its tentacles appear to writhe. In the middle of the night the soft rustling of cellophane wings has been heard. The tree never sleeps. 

Merry Cthulhumas friends. May the deep dark sleep of the Great Old Ones continue undisturbed.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

archiemcphee:

The days have grown cold and short, Lovecraftian Solstice Carols can be heard on the wind, and in the Portland, OR home of Maika, co-editor of the Geyser of Awesome, the spot on the living room floor where betentacled trees have stood in years past has suddenly begun to darken and roil. Cthulhumas approaches and it’s time to pay tribute.

Dread Cthulhu still waits dreaming, but this year the Cthulhumas tree awoke. Its eyes are a pair of Giant Christmas Tree Googly Eyes that were altered with spray paint, paint pens, and markers. The wings were made using wire hangers, floral wire and tape, green cellophane, and the helpful guidance of a wing-making Instructable created by mercifulmaenad. Small sacrifices of blood, skin, and cherished cloth were made in the process and eldritch incantations were murmured.

Now the tree watches, unblinking. Sometime, just of the corner of an eye, the blue lights flicker and its tentacles appear to writhe. In the middle of the night the soft rustling of cellophane wings has been heard. The tree never sleeps. 

Merry Cthulhumas friends. May the deep dark sleep of the Great Old Ones continue undisturbed.

Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.

lacigreen:

*violent applause*

lacigreen:

*violent applause*

lacigreen:

*violent applause*