#M&A value

[hballegro]

is this anything

[sebfreak]

Grim Reaper

[madrabit]

Coming back out of my art block with this after not really drawing for a good while now ✨️🩷 he's a little star boi ⭐️

Also, between posting this here and on insta I hit my head real bad and almost got a concussion!

[finelythreadedsky]

JSTOR Wrapped: top ten JSTOR articles of 2023

Coo, Lyndsay. “A Tale of Two Sisters: Studies in Sophocles’ Tereus.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 143, no. 2 (2013): 349–84.

Finglass, P. J. “A New Fragment of Sophocles’ ‘Tereus.’” Zeitschrift Für Papyrologie Und Epigraphik 200 (2016): 61–85.

Foxhall, Lin. “Pandora Unbound: A Feminist Critique of Foucault’s History of Sexuality.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 167–82. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.

Garrison, Elise P. “Eurydice’s Final Exit to Suicide in the ‘Antigone.’” The Classical World 82, no. 6 (1989): 431–35.

Grethlein, Jonas. “Eine Anthropologie Des Essens: Der Essensstreit in Der ‘Ilias’ Und Die Erntemetapher in Il. 19, 221-224.” Hermes 133, no. 3 (2005): 257–79.

McClure, Laura. “Tokens of Identity: Gender and Recognition in Greek Tragedy.” Illinois Classical Studies 40, no. 2 (2015): 219–36.

Purves, Alex C.  “Wind and Time in Homeric Epic.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 140, no. 2 (2010): 323–50.

Richlin, Amy. “Gender and Rhetoric: Producing Manhood in the Schools.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 202–20. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.

Rood, Naomi. “Four Silences in Sophocles’ ‘Trachiniae.’” Arethusa 43, no. 3 (2010): 345–64.

Zeitlin, Froma I. “The Dynamics of Misogyny: Myth and Mythmaking in the Oresteia.” Arethusa 11, no. 1/2 (1978): 149–84.

[transmascutena]

the fact that he spends all his time grooming kids into believing they're mature enough to consent and then turns around to condescend to them about how young and stupid they are and how they actually don't understand anything makes my fucking blood boil. i need to kill him

[philosophybits]

Kant's argument for his Formula of Humanity [...] started from the fact that when we make a choice we must regard its object as good. [...] He asked what it is that makes these objects good, and, rejecting one form of realism, he decided that the goodness was not in the objects themselves. Were it not for our desires and inclinations — and for the various physiological, psychological, and social conditions which gave rise to those desires and inclinations — we would not find their objects good. Kant saw that we take things to be important because they are important to us — and he concluded that we must therefore take ourselves to be important. In this way, the value of humanity itself is implicit in every human choice.

Christine M. Korsgaard, The Sources of Normativity

[ananke-xiii]

Talking about mommy issues... I'm not a 100% fan of Jack as the destiel son BUT it's important to me that going there means acknowleding that "archetypically" speaking Dean is The Mother while Cas is The Father*. And this isn't just because, when Sam accuses Dean of acting like their father, he replies with a Freudian slip if I've ever heard one ("I'm not his mother"), it's also why Chuck's myth-retelling doesn't work (Abraham is totally Cas and he and Jack subverted that myth) 'cause first he doesn't understand Dean and second he's not an astute storyteller and doesn't realize his story was already subverting the myth he wanted to re-enact. Therefore he should've created a situation where Jack (The Son) was forced to kill Cas (The Father) if he wanted to provoke Dean, this was Jack's original sin according to Dean, come on Chuck, it's been 14 seasons, everybody already knew Dean was not gonna kill Jack. He's totally fine with caging and entrapping his putative sons but he draws a line at killing them (insert that meme from Community). (I mean, I know Chuck wants Dean to do his bidding but after 14 years he had to get a little more creative than that. Maybe he should've listened to his editor Metatron, just saying. "maybe less about detail and more about balance") ((hello Becky and Metatron parallel)).

It would have also meant that Jack's story would've gone back to its genesis + the long tail of dead parental figures (not only Kelly and Cas but Nick/Lucifer and Mary and whoever else I'm forgetting lol).

By the end of s14 there is a short-circuits of symbols so it all had to go tits up, hence the rising of the dead etc. etc.

*This doesn't mean they are the Good Mother and the Good Father as they're clearly not but these are the primordial energies that they both channel to Jack. Also, obvs patriarchy in SPN is very much alive and well as demonstrated by the fact that the Good Mother and the Good Father are only the Dead Mother and the Dead Father and unfortunately for Jack this is what he got when he was born. He's not even born and he already lives in an ideal world with ideal figures compared to whom he'll always fall short.

Also, Jack's got the power to wake up from the Empty his putative father because his Mother (Dean) is grieving his death and he wants to please him: Jack is a total mama's boy.

[bunnies-n-bowties]

✧ I was commissioned by my soon-to-be mother-in-law to make an art piece for her office, and I drew her Tinker Bell since it's her favorite character! ✧

[thieves-never-say-die]

“I’m glad things are back to normal” says Peter

“Me too” says Neal

While they are both LYING through their TEETH to each other!!!

[bunmurdock]

to add onto my earlier submission, i humbly present: ddba!mm having a major corruption kink.

in ddba, matt’s a little older. a little more weathered and battle-scarred than before. he has a well-respected and established law firm, and is probably so well-known that columbia probably asks him to be a guest lecturer a few times a year (a prof!mm x law student! reader fic might be incoming 👀). long story short, he KNOWS what he wants and he doesn’t see the point in waiting around and hoping that someone reads his mind.

so when you find yourself in his bed for the first time, you’re a tad unsure at first. he’s an older man, older than you by at least a decade (i imagine he’s in his mid-40s), judging by the smattering of gray in his stubble and creeping up his sideburns. he’s not silver fox status, not even close, but he’s nearing salt and pepper and by god that does something to you. combined with his dark glasses, his expensive leather suitcase and sharply tailored suit, he looks so distinguished and classy, standing out among the rough bikers and disheveled patrons in Josie’s.

even when you’ve been together for a few months, you’re still unsure if you’re enough to satisfy him. you can’t help but feel like you’re at a disadvantage. the age gap made it impossible for your experience to measure up to his, even if you hadn’t been so focused on school and work that your social life had suffered.

and matt knows how you worry about your own imagined inadequacy, but he can’t figure out how to soothe your insecurities. he’s tried countless times, but there’s little he can do without first confessing that he knew of them in the first place. but when he kisses you on some random tuesday before he heads to work, it’s his hand around your throat that tilts your head up. your pulse skips two beats, then begins hammering beneath the pads of his fingers, your blood rushing south in a way that seems so very out of place for a simple goodbye kiss.

that night, when he has you face down, ass up in his bed, he reaches under your arm and up to your throat, his hand once again encircling your neck. you clench around him, your body fluttering as he squeezes slightly, your orgasm sneaking up on both of you.

and from then on, matt is hooked, slowly beginning to introduce you to his usuals: restraints and blindfolds. you take to them beautifully, accidentally sinking into subspace on one memorable occasion when he’d tied you up and made you cum no less than four times. you’d been so cute, blinking blearily and loopy, your skin warm as you snuggle up to him, clutching onto him like he was a beloved stuffed animal. after proper aftercare, you’ve returned to coherency enough to comprehend and answer his questions and ask a few of your own.

it feels a tad strange, almost like he’s tainting you, polluting your innocence with his own debauchery, his lust, his desires. he feels a bit… dirty, for lack of a better word, like a perverted old man taking advantage of an innocent young woman who doesn’t know any better. but god, you sound so pretty while you beg for him, moaning out his name as you plead for mercy. he could’ve been making you wait until sunrise to cum, or forcing you to endure orgasm after orgasm until your legs are shaking and your mind is mushy and useless, but you’d take it all the same, enjoying every single thing he gave you without a second’s hesitation.

he teaches you everything he likes and everything he doesn’t. you learn to anticipate his wants and needs, learning to read his body language and his expression when he first walks in the door, to understand whether he wanted privacy or comfort, solutions or submission, your mind or your body.

and you’re all too happy to offer him both.

quick blowjob under the breakfast table as he looks over his casework for the day? you make sure to turn off the stove before heading over, kneeling between his legs as he sips his coffee and reads his notes.

being woken up in the middle of the night by his mouth on you, his tongue sliding through your slick folds as he brings you to orgasm with little effort, the only part of him that’s visible between your spread legs being the sharp red horns of his helmet? who are you to reject his favorite decompression activity ?

letting him slip his cock back into you before falling asleep so you can cockwarm him through the night? yes please!

it gets to the point that you find yourself needy and unsatisfied when he goes on business trips, leaving you without pleasure for days at a time. you resort to your various toys in times like that, but it’s never the same. you’re not submitting the way you’re used to, just seeking physical pleasure without the mental release.

when matt returns from his trip, he finds you face down on the bed, your hand between your legs, pumping one of your dildos in and out of your pretty pussy and whining in frustration at how little it satisfies you. he can smell the salt of your tears in the air, the hitched sobs you muffle with the pillow as you desperately chase your orgasm, needing the physical release even if your mind was tumultuous and chaotic.

until you hear matt chuckle, deep and low and taunting.

“poor thing,” he’d say, smirking at the way you yelp and freeze in place at his sudden presence in the doorway. he shushes the soft, relieved sob you let out, a dark sense of pride rising within him as you raise your ass up, presenting your pussy (with the dildo still lodged inside you) like an animal in heat. “i’m sorry, baby. looks like i’ve trained you too well.��

and as he nears rounds the bed, he pushes at your hip, having you roll onto your back so he can easily access the toy. you’re obscenely wet, his fingers nearly sliding on the slick silicone base, but he finds his grip easily enough, obliging your desperate whimpers by resuming the gentle pumps in and out, angling it just right so that it brushes that little spongy spot inside you.

you’re reduced to a babbling, drooling mess within a minute or two, your mind easily sinking into that blissfully fuzzy headspace once more. matt is back. you trusted him to take control, to please you, to make any discomfort turn into pleasure.

he’s trained you well, after all.

- ⭐️

share your mm fantasies

[ardentpoop]

as requested <3

[waywardted]

You ever wonder why we’re here?

[txxty]

i'm like. CRAZYYY crazy

[pastelaspirations]

I’ll never forget you babes 😭💔😔🥺

I finally come back to tumblr and t h i s is what I see. That's it, I'm done, I'm uninstalling tumblr. Bye everyone, it's Honey's fault-

[pondhue]

i love reading people's replies and tags and comments but not in a "obsessed with numbers/placing my value on interactions" way. i mean it in a, "wow. i love this thing so much. and people also love this thing. and they love the thing i made out of love and appreciation i have for said thing and we can love and appreciate it together" way.

[stlamb]

depop is such a no man's land to me.... like some people unknowingly undercharge to the point that buying the item feels like robbing them. and then someone else will stick a designer label price on like vintage walmart brands and i'm like nah that'll never sell for $300, lol. and then it does