#or was he just lying for no reason again

[detentiontrack]

When I was like 7 or 8, I kept finding spiders in my room and in my bed and when I told my bio dad about it, he told me that god sends spiders to the rooms of children who are going to hell. I later learned that MY DAD was the one who was putting the spiders in my bed.

[clownowo]

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[bacchuschucklefuck]

space sweepers but they're delivery people and are at no point on screen through the entire movie

[athina-blaine]

I'd like to take a moment to point out to detractors of ships involving Laios who feel that "Laios wouldn't take any interest in people!" that he'd hyperfixated on Shuro so badly it was ruining the man's life lmao

[icebluecyanide]

I saw people talking about that scene where Yassen shot Max as a huge betrayal of Alex and it's kinda funny to me like yeah he involved Alex in a murder but also I cannot emphasise enough that Alex decided to join a criminal organisation. People have been telling him he'll need to kill for days now, Alex has watched them kill multiple people already, I get that it sucks for him but you cannot team up with a known killer and be that shocked when actually his secret extra mission was to kill

[randomloserlover]

Oh no!! You've been poisoned by Pillow!!

post update: She has legs now

[sallytwo]

Jennifer nearly jumped into the water / and she was tired like no one's ever been tired

[gingermintpepper]

hi, i haven't read the iliad and the odyssey but want to - do u have a specific translation you recommend? the emily wilson one has been going around bc, y'know, first female translator of the iliad and odyssey into english, but i was wondering on if you had Thoughts

Hi anon! Sorry for the somewhat late response and I'm glad you trust me with recommendations! Full, disclosure, I am somewhat of a traditionalist when it comes to translations of the source text of the Iliad + Odyssey combo wombo, which means I tend to prefer closeness in literal verbiage over interpretation of the poetic form of these epics - for that reason, my personal preferred versions of the Odyssey and Iliad both are Robert Fitzgerald's. Because both of these translations (and his Aeneid!) were done some 50+ years ago (63 for his original Odyssey tl, 50 flat for his Iliad and 40 for his Aeneid) the English itself can be a bit difficult to read and the syntax can get confusing in a lot of places, so despite my personal preferences, I wouldn't recommend it for someone who is looking to experience the Iliad + Odyssey for the very first time.

For an absolute beginner, someone who has tried to read one or both of these epics but couldn't get into it or someone who has a lot of difficulty with concentrating on poetry or long, winding bits of prose, I fully and wholeheartedly recommend Wilson's translation! See, the genius of Emily Wilson's Iliad + Odyssey isn't that she's a woman who's translated these classics, it's that she's a poet who's adapted the greek traditional poetic form of dactylic hexameter into the english traditional poetic form of iambic pentameter. That alone goes a very very long way to making these poems feel more digestible and approachable - iambic pentameter is simply extremely comfortable and natural for native english speakers' brains and the general briskness of her verbiage helps a lot in getting through a lot of the problem books that people usually drop the Iliad or Odyssey in like Book 2 of the Iliad or Book 4 of the Odyssey. I think it's a wonderful starting point that allows people to familiarise themselves with the source text before deciding if they want to dig deeper - personally, researching Wilson's translation choices alone is a massive rabbit hole that is worth getting into LOL.

The happy medium between Fitzgerald's somewhat archaic but precise syntax and Wilson's comfortable meter but occasionally less detailled account is Robert Fagles' Iliad + Odyssey. Now, full disclosure, I detest how Fagles handles epithets in both of his versions, I think they're far too subtle which is something he himself has talked at length about in his translation notes, but for everything else - I'd consider his translations the most well rounded of english adaptations of this text in recent memory. They're accurate but written in plain English, they're descriptive and detailled without sacrificing a comfortable meter and, perhaps most importantly, they're very accessible for native english speaking audiences to approach and interact with. I've annotated my Fagles' volumes of these books to heaven and back because I'm deeply interested in a lot of the translation decisions made, but I also have to specifically compliment his ability to capture nuance in the characters' of these poems in a way I don't often see. He managed to adapt the ambivalence of ancient greek morality in a way I scarcely see and that probably has a hand in why I keep coming back to his translations.

Now, I know this wasn't much of a direct recommendation but as I do not know you personally, dear anon, I can't much make a direct recommendation to a version that would best appeal to your style of reading. Ideally, I'd recommend that you read and enjoy all three! But, presuming that you are a normal person, I suggest picking which one is most applicable for you. I hope this helps! 🥰

[camgoloud]

he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care

[chasedeys]

https://www.tumblr.com/chasedeys/765203593698672640

Joe seems very guarded and doesn’t open up easily. It’s really adorable how vulnerable he can be around Ja’Marr . I always knew that he really did buy him clothes , but that’s not information Joe wanted to be public yet it’s theirs and it’s a private matter between them God they make me feral 😭

but like. why has ja'marr decided to outright truthful no holds barred say it now in the semi good year of 2024. to us weekly of all things. the headline being "Bengals’ Ja’Marr Chase Buys Clothes for Teammate Joe Burrow, Likes Seeing Him Outside ‘Comfort Zone’ (Exclusive)" oh my god. the fuck is that headline. why is it so fucking important that this man buys this man clothes. and talking about liking how he's being shut the fuck uppp. its so random. okay it isn't he's talking about his always open clothing merch and game day fits too but like??? i genuinely thought it'd never be mentioned again you know because the gymnastics he went through saying he doesn't actually buy joe clothes has got to be a different sort of humbling for him but. but 😭

'last year was the first year where I started to buy stuff for him and he would consider to wear it'. boy what do you mean. you first said that shit in 2022. truly mind boggling that he continues the rest of that interview by cementing how long he's been with joe in his life. and wanting joe to talk more. and saying joe's trying to break his own barriers and show himself and how he's trying to help joe do that (why. why does it have to be you. did you put yourself up to this or did joe ask or was it an unasked thing that you know joe wants and expects.). that the attention on joe doesn't surprise him and the writing's confusing to me but i'm guessing he's charmed by the kids taking inspiration out of his bleached buzz (a fucking travesty imo btw like these little 10 yos bleaching their hair their mothers must be frothing at the mouth).

like the sort of matching fits (take it with a grain of salt) these several weeks.....ja'marr mentioned talking about shoes with joe. those week 3 matching shoes hot pink joe vs lime green ja'marr like. was that. was itttt. did they. they couldn't have could they. but they probably did????? mind you this was after that kc game shove ahaha. they both adore bright bursts of color, ja'marr just pairs them with dark and edgy while joe goes for downright fucking psychedelic (or he did before the alo deal sigh) so did ja'marr deliberately get the ones with fun colors for them both (assuming he got them for them both in the first place that is) :((((

(also crazy delusional idea here assuming ja'marr got these shoes way long before week 3 and this was the week joe's scheduled to wear the pink t-shirt so pairing them with these shoes would make most sense, would he tell jamarr that he's wearing the shoes today so hey we should pair or)

also did joe give the okay to his stylist to go for the chrome hearts because ja'marr has mentioned loving the brand several times and he knew ja'marr would love that shit or. or like did he mention that he wants to try chrome hearts (as a nod to ja'marr's recommended brands) and his stylist found an orange accented fit to tie it in with the bengals colors ahaha. (also justin wore chrome hearts jeans the next week lmao god these three)

man what is with them and dressing up i did not know sports players were this crazy about clothes and jerseys like would you all chill.

[robingivesmemagic]

sorry old doodle but jasons expression is still so funny to me

[ratcandy]

the three types of characters i am allowed make

bad mom

angry old man

lying liar who lies (about their identity) (can overlap with the other two)

[impossibledial]

i’m so intrigued by dannyclara despite not shipping them. i think that relationship is an interesting addition to clara’s character arc and i’m still trying to to figure out it’s purpose.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[blossoms-phan]

y’all are fakeeeeee why did no one tell me about tim hortons or them going to the movie theatre mention in the preshow

[r0selace]

the vampire!AU for them that lives in my head ouuuuhhhhhhhh

somethingsomething vampire!gavus who goes to a late night cafe once and meets this drunken idiot who's trying to sober up and definitely isn't homosexual about him being one of the only kind interactions he's had with a human in ages. squeezing them.