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was explaining the plot of the mash finale to a friend last night and when i told her about the chicken she stopped me and said i thought you said this was a comedy?? yea girl the whole country thought the same thing let me finish

What the scene could’ve been.

Maverick stands at the foot of his wingman’s casket. The sun shining just right against the polished wood, once reflecting what they could’ve had together. He feels his heart pound against his chest, his eyes well with tears. His guardian angel is gone. Tom is gone. He shakily grasps his wings as he removes them from his uniform, placing them at the bottom of the casket.

He takes a deep inhale to ground himself. To keep himself from collapsing onto Tom’s casket. He raises his head to take in the amount of people around him. Two sets of eyes are the only ones staring back at Maverick. Viper and Slider. Viper nods and clasps his hands in front of his body. Slider stares back at Maverick with a sense of loss, fear, and compassion. A single tear falls down his cheek. He hadn’t ever lost a wingman, a brother. He saw how much it hurt Maverick, but he never fully understood how hard it hit until he got that call about Tom.

Maverick nods and swallows his emotions as he looks back at the casket, he knew he would have to comfort Slider after the burial. Pounding his wings into Tom’s casket, he salutes him one last time as the jets fly overhead.

I apologize if this isn’t good :( it’s been keeping me up at night. I hope you guys like it. Slider and Viper deserved some screen time :( also crying because I realized that Slider didn’t just lose Ice, Rick lost Val 🫩

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I think many of us get so caught up in altars, divination, and research, that we can lose sight of what is in front of us. This happened to me for a long long time, before I finally said, “The Gods truly are everywhere.”

They are with us always. They live through us. And most importantly, they will always be there through all things we see and do. No altar for them? No worries, simply connect. The world is our altar.

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Hestia, the heart of the home, providing you warmth.

Father Zeus, laughing heartily as booming thunder and storms rage.

Mother Hera, watching and guiding when you are in relationship troubles.

Aphrodite, smiling when you feel extra beautiful/handsome.

Ares, proudly beaming when you stand up for yourself and others.

Apollo, advising you to take extra care when you’re sick, or listening to every tune.

Dionysus, urging you to find pleasure in all things.

Artemis, stern and protecting of the wild, watching over the animals as you go throughout your day.

Hephaestus, there when you finally finish that project you’ve been putting off.

Poseidon, earth shaker, who makes you feel that extra glee when you go out swimming.

Hermes, chuckling as you go to the store and travel.

Demeter, calming and reminding you to be grateful always.

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And even more so if you honor a titan?

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Selene smiles upon you at night.

Helios will greet you in the morning.

Nyx and Asteria, bringing the darkness, but not frightening.

Gaia, the Mother Earth, the stability beneath your feet.

Uranus? He gives you those cloudy days.

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The gods are in EVERYTHING. You don’t need an altar to honor all the gods. You just need to find them.

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I miss my gods so much. I haven't properly worshiped or even spared a thought for them in months. The last six months have been frantically writing my thesis while working two part-time jobs then moving across the country and now I'm so so depressed. I know they understand and they're waiting for me and will comfort me when I come back. But I just feel so disconnected from them and everything. I want a hug from them. To hear everything will be ok. But I have no energy to reach out or get out my tarot cards. I had to pack up my altar too so all of my physical reminders of them are in a box somewhere.