Bunker’s Hot Again

I did not- Lord help me I am too tired to be posting on Tumblr-

Honestly, I love how most artists depict Ares as mostly bare, not even a chestplate, and yet his face and hair is usually completely covered.

You'd take a look at his body and assume he was boasting his invulnerability and strength, and then you take a look at his face and you see nothingness incased in gold and a blood red plume matching the cloak around his shoulders. He is literally depicted as an Everyman, someone for soldiers to strive to be, and yet is faceless so he could be anybody. He's faceless in the war of the gods, a soldier's pawn in the games of his generals. And sure, he is somewhat shown to have his own will in myths, the Net and Jar ones for example, those both ended with him being bound and either mocked or forgotten about. He is the perfect image of the perfect soldier, faceless and yet intimidating, able to survive battle and yet follows orders to the tee because he knows what happens when he doesn't. And the cloak around his shoulders and neck paired with the golden protections around his wrists, forearms, and shins mostly have always screamed a bit 'shackle' to me with its placement. Like he's constantly being reminded of his failures by the very armor he's wearing- though it is limited. An aggressive figure to send into battle, and yet cowed at its master's beck and call with chains of its very own reliance. One that is dehumanized by the very thing that keeps it safe, and yet is shown off by the lack of safety almost everywhere else. The blood red on its plume and cloak reminding those around it of what it is capable of, and that it's not doing that to them because the master has not willed it.

But, maybe I'm just tired

(I wrote this at like 3 in the morning, I’m sort of its bad)

Reblog this and I’ll grant you one wish.

Where's my Jewish phrase for when you people are being irrevocably horny?

Mutiny

(My gods Tumblr ate the quality- click for better quality I guess?)

I swear I get sad if I wake up and one is on the floor

This week: Form follows function! You can tell a lot about a bird by its wings.

"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

air jail

MJ: Oh, Peter! I was so worried when you disappeared! Where-

Peter, having just communed with a literal god: Moon’s haunted

MJ: What?

Peter, loading a fanny pack: Moon’s haunted

@marsmarten

Deet sheet!

Ik my handwriting’s bad, bear w/ me here-

(And just subtly tagging @tav-dex bc this is a much better Charon post than my other one, though it doesn’t have much of his story)