#and politically. we’ll see.

[moderngirlbleachers]

i think the 60s will be back in a big way this year

[wowsillies]

I WISH Jorge had referenced the part of Luck Runs Out where Odysseus tells Eurylochus to be quiet because I feel like that’s an element missing from a lot of Eurylochus interpretations.

“I need you to always be devout and comply with this /Or we'll all die in this” is important because Eurylochus fails to do it by questioning Odysseus’ words (the bag is NOT treasure, it’s storm) and opening the wind bag and his actions lead directly to the facilitation of the death of most of the crew. I hesitate to say he’s to blame because, well, Poseidon is taking revenge due to Odysseus’ decision, but Eurylochus handed him means and perfect opportunity to do it.

So, after that, Eurylochus obeys everything Odysseus says to do. He takes men to explore Circe’s island. He stays put instead of running when Odysseus goes to rescue him. He follows intl the Underworld despite the fact that “hey this witch is helping us now by sending us to death’s realm, this is definitely not a trick” probably raised some questions. He doesn’t (or at least we don’t see) stray or talk to the souls in the Underworld even though Odysseus ends up doing it. He traps and kills the sirens.

He lights and gives out six torches.

So, if devotion to Odysseus wasn’t enough to save them? If Odysseusnis now using that devotion and trust to get them killed as long as he gets to make it home to his wife? What is he meant to do now?

Eurylochus doesn’t sound… fully there, during the second half of Mutiny. Whether there was divine intervention pushing him or madness or simply the pain of it all, he’s not acting rationally. He just saw six of his trusted men brutally murdered, asks Odysseus to lie and say it was a trick, and can’t even kill him when the truth comes out. Odysseus’ wounds are bandaged! (I’m not sure that he doesn’t actually know where Helios’ statue is from btw, both due to the melody and bc it seems outrageous)

We’re all talking about Odysseus pleading for Eurylochus to stop before killing the cows, but Eurylochus is pleading too. He asks how much longer is he expected to suffer, to push through doubt, to follow the orders. And Odysseus’ first plea is “I need to get home” (later “we can get home”). Let’s not forget Odysseus is selfish and Eurylochus knows that, maybe even loves that, but he’s not just hungry, he’s tired.

When Polites gets the location of the sheep cave from the lotus eaters and takes the men to it, he leads several of them to death and himself to his doom. When Eurylochus stumbles upon the cows, does he remember that? Does he deliberately invoke it?

Killing the cows isn’t about the hunger, not really. It’s about the devotion that was asked of him, the price he paid to learn that lesson, and the pain that silence put him through anyway.

[cleolinda]

At a fundraiser in Massachusetts earlier this week, Walz went after Tommy Tuberville, the Republican senator from Alabama, saying, “I feel like one of my roles in this now is to be the anti-Tommy Tuberville, to show that football coaches are not the dumbest people.”

Once again, as an Alabamian I would like to apologize for Tommy Tuberville, the former Auburn coach and current U.S. senator who is dumber than a sack of wet mice—

In an Alabama Daily News interview after the election, Tuberville said that the European theater of World War II was fought "to free Europe of socialism" and erroneously that the three branches of the U.S. federal government were "the House, the Senate, and the executive." He also said that he was looking forward to raising money from his Senate office, a violation of federal law.

—but also a fucking bigot. Please review the lengthy “Tenure” section of his Wikipedia page as to why I hate him, for reasons including but not limited to: voting against the COVID-19 Hate Crimes Act; claiming that Democrats are “pro-crime” and want reparations for descendants of enslaved people “because they think the people that do the crime are owed that,” what the fuck; being an election denier and voting against a January 6th commission; being a climate change denier; being transphobic as fuck (a whole section); famously holding military promotions hostage over the issue of abortion availability for service members (yeah, he’s THAT guy); denying that white nationalists are “inherently racist” (“I call them Americans”); and calling Zelenskyy a dictator and supporting Putin TWO MONTHS AGO. Tim Walz, I bid you read this fuckstick for filth. Thank you for letting me vent. Roll tide.

[theoddholloway]

Things I drew… ‘:)

Idk which one of the top two look better. Also, I tried to keep them as close to their cannon heights as possible. I happen to be exactly 5’6”(168cm) …(I’m not short okay…) though I don’t know anyone who is 5’(153cm)…I used a measuring tape and a mirror, I think 153cm is right at my nose but… I tried okay…

Also this one is unrelated (kind of) to the top ones. Just made it as well… I might be cooking up an AU…Idk if it will ever see the light of day, but I’ve been having fun with it…

Alright…I disappear again… Any critiques or art help is much appreciated! :]

[bookwyrminspiration]

me, of my own free will, clocking into the kotlc tag every morning to see what we’re arguing about this time

[bohemian-nights]

If Rhaena claims sheepstealer I’m telling you know that the ratings and fandom is going to go downhill just like season 7 and 8 of Games of Thrones. Like I honestly don’t understand who thought that was a good idea like Rhaena has a dragon her name is morning

Morning definitely would fit in the show especially when you consider that they made Rhaena into this sad unfortunate girl who is rejected by her Valyrian supremacy-obsessed father since she doesn’t have a dragon.

She’s the last Targaryen dragonrider before Dany. Having her hatch a dragon(something even her father could not or did not do) is a million times more powerful than having her claim Sheepstealer.

If they wanted to give her something else to do(this is the absolute worst excuse I’ve seen for hijacking Nettles dragon; these people could care less about Rhaena) on top of her canonical story arc have it be something political in nature or write a Romeo and Juliet romance between her and one of the #teamgreen men(Gwayne, Daeron, or bring in my beloved Garmund).

I’d also like to point out that Rhaena is only getting a part of Nettles story(claiming Sheepstealer).

Other characters like Addam(a Black black haired dragonseed), Mysaria(the scar), and Ulf White(non-Valyrian dragonseed), whoever they have fucking Daemon at Maidenpool, and whoever Daemon is willing to risk his life and turn his back on his wife and queen to save (if they even keep that plot) are getting the other parts of her.

This is what makes this all the more hilarious when you consider how people keep saying Nettles is a character who can simply just be cut and replaced.

I can’t reiterate this enough, if Nettles was as irrelevant and unimportant as these people say she was they wouldn’t be trying to cipher off her story to multiple characters and hoping by some miracle that it will all come together.

This show is really just Ryan Condal’s love letter to the worst Targaryen queen fanfiction at this point. Anybody taking it seriously or saying that it trumps the actual book canon…

[ekingston]

omg no more months apart? so happy for you both! (even if you did have to move to hell’s asshole [america] to make it happen)

anon the fact that i opted to move here in spite of. um. [gesturing at the whole entire world being on fire] EVERYTHING should tell you all you need to know about how amazing my wife is.

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “No. There is still a chance.”

DOLORES DEI — “You think so?” Her voice is weary.

EMPATHY — Everything about her is weary. She is the Innocence of weariness, of heroically borne suffering.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That is the picture you have painted for yourself, at any rate.

YOU — “You looked back. That’s the memory, the moment, that I can’t stop returning to. You looked back. I had a chance, for just that moment…”

DOLORES DEI — She meets your eye, gaze still forever cast back over her shoulder. Time stops. The stars are stilled, the ocean silent. There is *nothing* beyond this memory. Nothing at all. All of infinity is contained in this single moment when anything and everything was possible.

“Oh, Harry…” She sighs, soft as eiderdown. “We never had any chance.”

And just like that, the wave of time collapses under its own weight, obliterating everything. This moment was six years ago. She is gone from here. Gone, gone…

PAIN THRESHOLD — You cannot leave. There was nothing outside of this moment, and now there is nothing at all. It’s all gone. There is no point. I’m sorry. I can’t do this any longer.

VOLITION — Please, don’t say that…

“Okay. Well, fuck me, then.”

“How would *you* know?! You gave up! You didn’t even try!”

“We *must* have had a chance, at some point… Doesn’t everyone get a chance, if nothing more?”

“How could you say that…?”

DOLORES DEI — “Because it’s true,” she says, matter-of-fact. “There is no moment in time that you can turn back to, no branching paths, no infinity. There is only what happened. I looked back… and then away.” She closes her eyes, turning her back to you.

“The moment ended. *We* ended. That is all.”

SHIVERS — A wave crashes against an unseen shore, ocean spray tickling the back of your neck. You shiver, but no one shivers with you. You are alone in this intersection. Why are you here?

“Why can’t *I* end?! Why can’t this all just stop? Please, make it stop…”

“Ended? I’ve barely even started! I got a chance to start completely over as somebody new! I don’t need you anymore! You’re just dead weight to me now.”

“No. That wasn’t the real ending. We’re a part of something so much bigger than this intersection, telling a story that encapsulates all of history! There’s *more* to this, it *means* something.”

“Then… What am I supposed to do now…?”

DOLORES DEI — “No, Harry.” She turns back to you again now, and she looks… sad.

“We were not metaphors. We were people. Our narrative was not intelligently designed. It simply followed the patterns of history, because those are the only patterns we *know.* We tried to create something new, but we failed. There is no narrative reward for our failure, no satisfactory ending. There is only the immutable past and the unknowable future.”

RHETORIC — There is no assurance of what is good or deserved or what may bring relief. There is no assurance of punishment, either. There is no assurance of anything. Not even of a future. I don’t know what to say to make this bearable.

VOLITION — Even so… As long as you live, *something* is promised. Can you live with that?

I can’t, I just can’t do this anymore…

I can. It’s enough.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I can at least try for a little longer…

VOLITION — That’s all I ask. That’s enough.

[mushroomofficial]

ok so im not gonna be talking about uspol or ukpol from here on out because its one hell of a divisive topic and i simply do not have the time or energy to get into shit happening several timezones away.

the only thing i need people to understand is that your distaste or dissatisfaction with the democratic system does not magically exempt you from your duties to the collective to participate in that system by voting. you have an ethical and moral responsibility to exercise your ability to vote (particularly because not everyone can), and to fail to do so would ABSOLUTELY be an ethical and moral failing on your part.

you can have your revolution later. for now lets just not elect any more fascists, yes?

[mabaris]

i feel like this game has forgotten that mythal and elgar’nan were married

[hadesoftheladies]

How dare feminists center women’s struggles and define male oppression from the root lol. Feminists too smol brained to understand dialectical materialism. Feminism is a device of division that should be stopped. Feminism is . . . uh . . . racist. Feminists don’t understand women’s liberation or class struggle. Even the Marxist feminists are just uh . . . revisionists because Marx and Engels were already pure and perfect feminists with pure and perfect analysis

Women whining about their oppression is dividing the proletariat. Women don’t deserve their own political party that centers them lmao? There’s uh, working class struggles we all have to fix first! Then women will be free! If we were all just commies and marxists and people just understood that capitalism and imperialism (male-created) were abolished, men would be nicer and normal to women and women’s issues would evaporate! Because that’s worked so well before! Obvi!

feminists women are so stupid and don’t understand anything

feminism has done nothing for actual people men

[giggly-moon]

Something about 7 makes me think of the gods, like Hermes or Athena (maybe even Poseidon 👀) cause they’re all so full of themselves they legit wouldn’t expect to be ticklish & I think it would be funny

Or, ya know… ghost!polites & someone of your choice? 👀👀👀

7: genuinely believing they’re not ticklish and being proven wrong

A/N: decided to go for the second option cause i’m still not super confident in how i write for the gods, plus i just had to write something for ghost!polites. so this one has a fair bit of angst in it but, like, it’s our ghosty boy. it’s bound to get at least a little angsty. but i chose elpenor as the other character for this prompt because i feel like these two would have a really sweet brotherly relationship and also elpenor is just really fun to write for. also for context, i know polites as a ghost probably still blushes red but in my head, since i imagine the ghost version of him to have a much colder color palette than the alive version, his blush is blue instead so i decided to add it in for funsies.

“So, like, can you still feel things as a ghost?”

“Some things.” Polites gave a half-hearted shrug. “I guess it depends on the type of thing.”

Elpenor has always been endlessly curious, maybe to the point of it becoming a problem. And Polites’ passing had been a rather difficult time for the whole crew, but when their friend somehow came back as a battered looking spirit and the hurricane of emotions surrounding it gradually turned to a tame breeze every now and then, Elpenor couldn’t help that his curiosity was piqued exponentially.

Which, of course, meant he had dozens of questions to ask him. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, in Polites’ opinion, but sometimes his questions could hit a little too close to home.

“Can you still feel different temperatures?” Elpenor leaned forward slightly in interest, sitting across from Polites on the floor of the crows nest with his chin resting on his hands.

“Yup. I feel the cold better than warmth though, i’ve noticed.” Polites absently rubbed at his arm, as if just talking about it made him feel colder.

Elpenor gives a nod as he processes this information, before moving right along to his next question. “Can you feel pain?”

Polites gave a small sigh. “No, at least to my knowledge.”

Despite being given an answer, Elpenor still felt the need to test it anyway, reaching a hand up to repeatedly flick at Polites’ forehead. “This doesn’t hurt at all?”

“Nope.” Polites gave a slightly amused smile, but it was quick to fade. He felt a little silly for it, being sad at no longer being able to feel pain of all things, but in his mind it was just one more thing that made him inhuman. Another reminder that he was dead, that was he nothing but a floating corpse.

“Hmm.” Elpenor retracted his hand as he thought of another question to ask, looking Polites up and down like he was observing a scientific specimen. It was only a little bit uncomfortable. “Are you still ticklish?”

The question is so sudden and casual that it catches Polites off guard. “Wh- i-i don’t think so?” He sputters as he stares at Elpenor in surprise, who just stares back. “Probably not, i mean, ghosts don’t really have nerves, do they?”

“But have you tested it at all?”

Polites looks away from him sheepishly. “Well, no, but-“

With his gaze turned away from him, Polites fails to notice Elpenor reaching out for him again, not even waiting for him to finish talking before experimentally wiggling his fingers against his side. It’s a bit of a strange feeling, like his fingers are phasing through a layer of slightly thicker, cold air. But in a pleasantly surprising way, Polites still flinches away from his touch with a loud yelp, turning invisible for just a split second.

They both go silent. Elpenor stares at him with a surprised but excited look on his face, it has Polites suddenly feeling very nervous as he desperately tries to think of something to say. “Um.”

“You know, Polites, something tells me you might actually be wrong.” Elpenor says with a big grin, shifting into more of a kneeling position to lean in closer, making Polites lean back with a wobbly smile.

“B-but that doesn’t mahahake-“ Polites trails off into a fit of bubbly giggles as Elpenor reaches forward again with both hands this time to continue his attack on his sides, leaning to the side to dodge and batting at his hands. “-any sehense!“

Elpenor lets out a short ‘pffft’ sound. “Well, yeah, it probably doesn’t, but who cares? It’s still cool as hell!” He remains undeterred with Polites’ honestly pretty weak attempts at fighting him off, only moving to a different spot each time, like he’s trying to test out every one he can reach.

For Polites, it’s probably one of the strangest things he’s ever felt, but not in a bad way. It still very distinctly tickles, but in a more light and fuzzy way than he remembers, lighting up his nerves in a way that’s hard to get used to but wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. But god did it tickle like hell.

“Dude, this is great!” Elpenor says with mischievous delight. “I haven’t heard you laugh this much since you came back!” His smile slips a little as he gives it a bit more thought, and Polites thinks he hears something a bit more somber in his tone. “Or, like, at all actually.”

Elpenor doesn’t linger on that thought for very long, at least not for now, choosing to refocus on his task instead by moving his hands down to his stomach, scribbling everywhere he can reach without Polites’ hands getting in the way. And Polites hadn’t noticed it until Elpenor brought it up just how different he sounds, his now broken and raspy voice making for a very squeaky laugh, it’s… honestly kind of embarrassing.

“You sound like a mouse or something.” Elpenor snickers as if he can read his mind, and Polites tries to groan but it ends up sounding like more of a whine instead, a blue blush spreading across his face instantly.

“Shut uhuhup!” Polites aimed his protective smacking and shoving at Elpenor’s chest instead in an attempt to shut him up, and he can’t help but get a little defensive at that comment. “I gehehet ihit, ihihi’m different nohow!”

Elpenor gives him a bit of a strange look for a moment but he doesn’t say anything after that, just speeds up his hands even more and bounces around between spots with a new sense of determination. Until Polites decides that he can’t take much more of it and grabs onto Elpenor’s hands in a firm hold and gently tugs them away.

“Thahat…” Polites forced out through his residual giggles, curling up on the wooden floor and sending a playful glare Elpenor’s way. “…sucked.”

Elpenor raised an eyebrow. “You know, i really don’t remember ever hearing you say “stop” that whole time.” He stated, making Polites let out another groan. “Guess you’re not so different now after all.”

“What?”

“You said you were different now, but maybe you’re not as different as you think you are. Like, you’re still ticklish and stuff so that’s gotta mean something, right?” Elpenor awkwardly shuffled over to sit himself down right beside Polites, giving him a casual shrug. “And maybe there’s other stuff about you that’s still the same that you haven’t realized yet. You might look and sound different, but you’re still Polites.”

Polites took in his words with a surprised, wide-eyed look. But the more he thought about it, the more he started to think he might be right, a genuine smile forming on his face. He let himself lean against his friend, ignoring his lighthearted complaint about him being cold.

He’s still Polites.

[applestorms]

much love to the (multiple) mutuals i’ve seen agony posting on this fine new year’s day my heart is with you all in spirit 🎉🎉 the pain is incredible but this too will change

[terryxsi]

As much as I love penguin, a season two just won’t be as compelling as the first. I feel like it’d only exist to make more money and hype batman part 2 up.

[gingerfan24]

Well, I’m not surprised admittedly but still disappointed.

[godblooded]

instantly begins crying when billy asks the audience to do the chorus to piano man.