#possims

[possi]

I love Resident Lover yall

[alicesqueaks]

Lemon meringue tie

[minty-bubblegum]

How I stare at my sister as she catches me fistful deep into the iceberg lettuce again

[iocheaira]

my mom is an elementary school teacher at a high needs school so every now and then you get a story that is so wild it is (what we now call) abbott elementary worthy. and i think there was probably a rabid possum on parks and rec or something so rabid possums aren’t groundbreaking comedically. but i still lost it so hard i hyperventilated and started crying over this rabid possum story

[hekateofsoria]

Hi! I'm doing a classical studies bachelor's degree and I decided to write and speak Latin with my classmates to practice latin (and later on ancient greek). Here are two entries of my diary written in latin. I'll post often about what I write in it (especially what is mentioned in the entry of October 16th).

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Idus octobribus :

Hodie orationem habui qua commentarium poematis scripti a Uictoris Hugonis nominati Mendicus, in libro collectorum Contemplatæ, fuit. Ac studium generale poesis me delecto, uero studium magnorum poetis poetriarumque pulchrius est !

Et hoc semper mihi desiderium poesis scriptendæ dat. Uolo poesis in lingua gallica, latina, græcaque scribere, opus tamen arduum est quod poesis in lingua latina uel græca maxima cognitio alterutræ -hic alterutraeque- excigit.

Ante diem septimum decimum Kalendas nouembres :

Hiera nocte cogitationem finxi qua uiam as scribendum annum est in hoc libro die scribente cum non possim nomines consulum uti. Aliam igitur rationem utar : annos ex aditu meo in hypokhagna numerabo. Ergo nunc est tertium annum.

Et ante possim poemates componere, debeo in scriptio oratioque procedere. Itaque puto me fabulas cogitationesque (præsertim heorum deorumque) scribere sine uersus facere.

[desswright29]

See what I mean! That barely even mention Possim Trot in the articles either. They do this to her EVERYTIME.

[obscuredizzying]

Just an idea. Because Latin was the lingua franca in the Middle Ages, and Carmilla may not speak English, I imagined the story of Zestial teaching Carmilla Shakespearean English earlier：

He expressed his admiration to me in fluent Latin, saying:

Dear Lady, Beautiful Lady, I have been given the great honor of explaining to you the charm of another language (Domina veneranda, Puella pulchra, Tantum honoris mihi contigit U T Tibi Aliam Linguam explicatione decorare possim.) .

I have no interest in his performances, nor in his theatrical gestures, nor in his literary speeches, as an Englishman, he was obviously of noble birth, or he would not have been able to speak Latin so fluently as a smooth-talking priest and officer.

He did not cower in the least from my cold reaction to his ostentatious manner, but simply opened his hands and conjured up a book with the eccentric magic that Catholics and paladins detest most. The title of the book is written in another language of another country in this time. There was a gleam of joy in his green eyes as he held the book, more than in the eyes of a civil servant about to enact a new tax code or a priest waiting for money to be put into a merit box.

He says: although you have heard me speak another language several times in our time together, allow me to introduce you to this elegant and elegant English.

It is no more ancient than the language of the Celts, nor more versatile than Latin, but I know that your curiosity and your thirst for knowledge are insatiable, so we're going to start with Hamlett.

“This book looks like a play. Are you sure we should really start learning a language from a play?”

In the face of my questions, he still kept a smile on his face. Ever since we met, he has never seemed to let go of his smile, like the Devil in a mask, but he has always managed to allay my concerns with a subtle expression.

He went on: Of course, dear Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall. Although every haughty old devil in Hell could speak fluent Latin, in time Shakespeare's language would cleanse the old gods like New Gods. It is precisely because you are acutely aware that we are all wise men who are going to tomorrow together, not the present, that I am going to open this book for you, Hamlett.

He took me by the hand and invited me out into the open terrace, just like the Prince in Hamlett who seeks truth, just like the ghost who constantly foretells the horrors of the world, indeed, he had a grimmer face than the average sinner, but I did not know for a moment whether he really lived in front of me after I felt the heat of his palm. But I said it anyway: “I will.”

By the scarlet glow of the night in Hell, we stepped out onto the moonless terrace into a state of almost total oblivion. He claimed to have lived in glory, but he was sent to hell just because he had given god another name. He claimed to have wandered in hell for years, like the ghost in Hamlett, night wandering this caused him to die in vain in the human world just to say that word to others.

“Listen to me.”

At this point, I always say, “I will.”

Every Castile aristocrat learns the language of God at the age of seven, but no Castile learns the word of the devil after death. But why should I be afraid of further disobeying god, when I have already fallen into the abyss of Eternal Damnation? So in the story of Hamlett, we sing with the words of Hamlett and the ghosts. He took me by the waist, and as we moved, he continued, over the notes on the piano and flamenco's guitar:

“My dear lady, my dear Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, Pity me not, but lend thy serious hearing! To what I shall unfold!”

His voice is deep, his voice is strong, his words are devilish, and we tread the marble slabs of the terrace by the crimson glow of the night, in the eye of the beholder, the Decadent Evil who seduced Hamlett. I was sure that I would be with him in hell for a long time, and that his early death was just waiting for me, so I said again:

“Speak; I am bound to hear.”

[waytoobsessed]

Throwback to the time i caught a possum.

[justineportraits]

Gertrude Abercrombie Self and Cat (Possims)

[ecto-hazard]

Possim

[morningstarscratch]

Οἱ ὀφθαλμοί σου ἔχουσιν τὰ ἄστρα καὶ τὸ δύσιν ἡλίου. Θέλω συνουσίαν ποιεῖν σοι ἐνιαυτὸν ὁλόκληρον ἄνευ διαλειμμάτων. Ἆρα τοῦτο ἐστίν;

- @crimsonknightly

si hoc est quod vis, veni accipe~ si talia dicere pergis, me regere non possim~

[dualityofpossums]

hug me possum hug meme hugmw possim please hug me :((

Hugs you hugs you hugs you

[caregiverlad]

hi mr will!!! today while driving i saw 2 foxes, 2 bunnies, n a possim!!! they were so cute!! i also had lots of yummy snackies hehehehe

-🦕

that’s awesome bub! animals are sooo cool!

[stoicbreviary]

"Ode to Duty" 

William Wordsworth ( 1770-1850) 

Iam non consilio bonus, sed more eo perductus, ut non tantum recte facere possim, sed nisi recte facere non possim. 

"I am no longer good through deliberate intent, but by long habit have reached a point where I am not only able to do right, but am unable to do anything but what is right." 

(Seneca, Letters 120.10) 

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God! O Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!

There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power! around them cast.

Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, When love is an unerring light, And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need.

I, loving freedom, and untried; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide, Too blindly have reposed my trust: And oft, when in my heart was heard Thy timely mandate, I deferred The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may.

Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control; But in the quietness of thought: Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.

Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.

To humbler functions, awful Power! I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh, let my weakness have an end! Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live!

[tower-of-hana]

Sublata tribas Tumbleris ut eam possim lavāre, sībilat et temptat fugere.

[reno-matagot]

𝕿𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

Take some blank parchment on which you will have had a Mass of the Holy Spirit said, and write the following prayer:

''Dominus Jesus Christe, qui dixisti: ego sum via, veritas et vita: ecce enim veritatem dilexisti, incerta et occulta sapientice luce manifesta mihi adhuc quae revelet in hâc nocte sicut ita revelatum fuit parvulis solis, incognita et Ventura unaque alia me doceas, ut possim omnia cognocere; si et si sit; ita monstra mihi mortem ornatam imni cibo Bono, pulchrum et gratum pomarium, aut quandam rem gratam: sin autel ministre mihi ignem ardentem, vel aquarum currentem, vel aliam quamcumque rem quae Domino placeant, et vel Angeli, Ariel, Rubiel et Barachiel sitis mihi multum amores et factores ad opus istud obtinendum quod cupuii scire, videre, cognescere, et proevidere per illum Deum qui venturus est judacaire vivos et mortuos et soeculum per ignem. Amen.''

Then, before going to bed, recite this prayer three times and put the parchment under your pillow. During your sleep, the Genie of your planet will come to tell you the time at which you must take your ticket.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖈𝖍 • 𝕶𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖙