#shield of thunder

[hussyknee]

Song of Achilles did make me cry and there are some beautiful, extremely quotable turns of prose. But honestly? Even without being a classicist or a Greek mythology enthusiast— it really kind of sucks. There's no substance or complexity to it, the characters are one-dimensional and it's painfully YA. It's written for a Booktok audience who doesn't give a fuck about Homer's poems or Greek myths as a genre. I mean I'm also largely disinterested but I hate books that loses everything that defines a genre in order to appeal to people who don't care for it.

Idk if you want an incredible reimagining of the Trojan war for an audience who doesn't care much about the Illiad, read The Troy Trilogy by David Gemmell. It makes no pretence of being faithful to the Illiad and takes out all mention of gods and magic, and sadly doesn't have a lot of gay in it, despite the protagonist being one of the most badass bisexual women in fantasy fiction (Andromache in the Old Guard can't hold a candle to this Andromache). But for all that, it has very complex and vivid characters, cinematic battle scenes and is an emotional rollercoaster that makes you blow through all three books in one sitting. It's very much about how war and pride and honour can make people you like and believe in do horrific things, how morality is informed by culture and era, how you can feel pity for even the worst characters, and how desolation lives hand in glove with glory. Once you read that you'll realise how hollow Madeline Miller's work is.

[djohnhopper]

STARTED READING: the second book of David Gemmell's Troy trilogy. Excellent writer. Creates an ambience that seems so real. A joy to read.

[crystal-bytes]

MARVEL CHARACTER EVOLUTION

SIF

[fansids]

You know, I see people say Odysseus sacrificed six men because if he hadn't they would've all died. I don't think that's true. Scylla had six heads, so six men were going to die regardless. Odysseus was just making sure he wouldn't be one of them.

[vertigoartgore]

2005's Ultimates 2 Vol.1 #5 cover by Bryan Hitch, Paul Neary and Laura Martin.

[illustratus]

A Lion Hunt by Simon de Vos

[trainerjoshie]

Pokémon TCG SM Lost Thunder (2018) & SWSH Silver Tempest (2022) Evolutionary set illustrated by Naoyo Kimura 🤩🤩

[idkiwillfindone]

Defending Eurylochus online is not enough i need a gun

“He’s such an hypocrite he wanted to leave his men behind”

Mf Odysseus didn’t want to leave anyone behind of course he’s disappointed

[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember 🍁🍁

Day 8: Thunder shower/Fresh fruit

Grant Ward & Gramsy & Phil Coulson, Agents of SHIELD, Saving Grant Ward AU

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The storm rolled in faster than Grant had expected, its flash and growl catching them just as they turned in at the lane up to Oakstone.

"Come on, Lady!"

Grant bolted, sprinting fast enough his tennis shoes barely seemed to touch the paving stones. Lady caught him at the turn by the rose hedge, and passed him, her chestnut ears streaming behind her head.

The rain came slow at first, big fat drops that warned of a torrent, but by the time he reached the walk up to the kitchen door, the heavens had truly opened.

He fetched up on the veranda soaked through, dripping as he took off his baseball cap and walked to where Coulson and Gramsy sat in lawnchairs, sipping sweet tea and smiling over at him.

"Did you take a swim?" Coulson kidded.

"Don't stay wet too long, honey," Gramsy said, squinting a little in the dim storm light.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, suddenly self-conscious under their combined scrutiny. Of course, he thought, they must have been talking about him, Coulson getting the scoop on all the skeletons in the Ward family closets.

The man looked away, out over the lawn, and Grant quickly stole the drink out of his grandmother's hand, drained it in three gulps. He ignored her exclamation and it's fondness, rattling the left-over ice cubes as he pushed the glass back into her fingers.

"Thanks, Gramsy!" he called as he bolted back to the edge of the porch, hopping a few steps on one foot then the other as he tugged his shoes and socks off, before running back out into the rain.

Soft grass, cool and wet under his bare feet, as he ran down the lawn to the pond, divebombed in, came up laughing like a crazy person. Lightning flashed, thunder close on its heels, and the rain fell thick enough he felt like he still had his head underwater. He swam to the little dock, hoisted himself out in a single easy motion, and jogged back up the hill a little ways.

Again a flash, the crack of thunder almost on top of it, and he straightened sharply out of his flinch, almost glaring up into the sky, daring it to frighten him again.

He had to close his eyes against the rain, and as he stood there, he became aware of the warmth in the water covering his face, the sticky sweat washed clean away, his quick breathing, his rapid heartbeat. His skin seemed to tingle, and then he saw the burst of light through his eyelids, heard the sound of the sky tearing, an enormous sound, followed by a boom that shook the ground under him.

Grant did not move.

Let the storm rage, let the lightning burn, he'd survive.

When he opened his eyes, he was less startled by the lightning, than he was to discover Coulson standing beside him.

The man had taken his suit jacket off, and his own socks and shoes, and now he was as drenched as Grant, head tilted back, eyes closed. When light and sound split the sky, Coulson laughed, opened his eyes to grin over at Grant.

"When I was a kid," he called, loud in the abruptly slackening rain, "I was terrified of thunderstorms." His voice dropped, smile softening. "Until my dad carried me out in a storm, danced me around in it. Once I stopped screaming, I realized it was actually beautiful."

Grant had to turn away from that direct look.

"We'll have to strip in the mudroom," he said over his shoulder. "Gramsy doesn't like anyone tracking mud on her carpets."

"True southern woman," Coulson chuckled, sloshing after him back up the lawn to the house.

Simply slipping into dry clothes made Grant feel like he'd turned on a heater, and he found himself whistling softly as he followed Lady back down the main stairs to the kitchen, where Gramsy was slicing fresh peaches into three bowls.

"You're in Georgia, child," she said, when he raised his eyebrows at her.

"In the summer," he smiled, filling in the old thing she'd always said to him and Rosie. Outside, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the thunder's growl was faint.

Glancing down at Lady, Grant snuck two slices from under the knife, dropping one on the white tile, where the little spaniel gobbled it up.

"Grant!"

He couldn't help grinning at her shocked indignation, and the backhand across his bicep was more of a pat.

Gramsey was so small and fair, so open and carefree, Grant had often had trouble believing she was his father's mother. But then he'd catch the heavy hints of sadness when she looked at him sometimes, and he knew she was reminded of the boy she once loved.

"Dropping fruit on my floor." Gramsy tsked her tongue, wagged her small knife at him. "What kind of manners is that Mr. Coulson teaching you out there in the Wild West?"

"Oregon isn't the Wild West, that's Texas." He leaned on the counter, stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Well, he says you're the best marksman he's ever seen, so I don't see much of a difference." Gramsy's grey curls bobbed around her face as she shook her head.

Grant felt a sudden heat in his cheeks, and he stared off out the half-open windows.

"But I like him. He's good for you, I can tell. And to think he turned his life upside down for you, left the job he loved, moved to the other side of the country to give you a fresh start... well. If that doesn't tell me he cares deeply about you, I don't know what does."

Grant bit his lip, wanting to shake his head. He didn't understand it. Coulson had agreed to that within 48 hours of meeting Grant—how could he care about a nutcase teenager that much that fast?

Maybe he'd ask Ms. Trina in their next session, after he and Coulson got back to Oregon. Or maybe not. After all it wasn't like he trusted her.

But after stealing Lola, Grant thought he might be starting to trust Coulson.

"Speak of the devil," Gramsy said, as Coulson appeared, now in jeans and a t-shirt himself.

"Uh-oh." Coulson raised his eyebrows. "Am I really that bad?"

Gramsy laughed, a light sound that lifted Grant's heart.

"Not at all, honey."

"Well, you have your faults." He bit back the 'sir' as Coulson's gaze slid to him.

"Such as?" The man spread his hands in a gesture of innocent confusion.

"You are a traitor to your state, cheering for the White Sox like that."

Coulson cracked into an honest chuckle. "Yes, my parents would be absolutely ashamed of me."

"And Grant grew up in Massachusetts but cheers for the Yankees." Gramsy raised her eyebrows at his glare. "Honey, it's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone cheers for the Yankees."

"Except you," Grant pointed out.

"You know very well I don't cheer for any baseball team but the Swainsboro Tigers," Gramsy said primly. "Now, let's take these peaches outside. The humidity makes them taste better, I promise."

Grant sat on the steps, Lady lying beside him, and mostly just listened to the adults talk. He hadn't actually visited Gramsy in several years, not since he'd been sent off to Lyman Ward.

As kids, he and Rosie had been sent here for two weeks out of the summer, while Mother and Father took Chistian and Thomas off to Europe or wherever. Rosie had declared Oakstone to be fairyland, or maybe Heaven. It was understood that they would never tell Gramsy about the things that happened back home. Oakstone was a safe place, and they wouldn't even think about Mother or any of that while they were there.

Now... Grant was looking forward to going home tomorrow. He liked his job at the pizzeria, and Coulson said he had enough money to start browsing the junkyards and dealers for something good. Grant wanted a truck, Ford, something classy, but not an antique. Maybe something like what Rory Jefferson had had, not that he'd deserved it. Grant twitched, shaking off the memories of Christian's gang, tuned back into Coulson and Gramsy's conversation.

"The yard needs some work," Coulson was saying. "Not much in the way of grass."

"Oh, you should take some cuttings back with you for some roses. Maybe some Teasing Georgia, or a Tahitian Sunset?"

"I've never tried growing roses before. But Grant's been a big help tilling, and putting in a bit of a vegetable garden. We've got more tomatoes than we know what to do with."

Grant smiled a little to himself. Putting in the garden had been fun. And Sal at the pizzeria had promised to show Grant how to make a good sauce.

Lady huffed a sigh, sprawled on her side so her head pressed against his thigh, and he ran a hand over her soft belly fur.

"Good girl," he whispered.

The sweetness of peaches and brown sugar syrup still lingered on his tongue, when the clouds broke, and a shaft of afternoon sunlight spilled through.

[explosivelines]

@bldrdsh

"Those ore deposits had to go, one way or another."

In other words, Esemio in his ever wise wisdom had blown the whole enemy base up , the smokes still visible from the distance. It seems he had a lot of fun blowing it up.

[queen-of-the-scene]

corel and iggy <3

source: duckklord on instagram

i had originally seen it on pinterest so it took me a while to hunt down the original source hehe

[hjbirthdaywishes]

March 12, 2024

Happy 40 Birthday to Jaimie Alexander.

[kindaorangey]

gang can i be honest with you. i don't even like show!devil's minion that much anymore

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

i love you triple crowned wrio killing everything in abyss <3

(we do not talk abt floor 12. fuck the pma & thunder manifestation)

[definitelyimportantpost]

HERE WE ARE, FINALLY ON THE SECOND FLOOR

This floor is, unlike the first floor, pretty uneventful! That means that, also unlike the first floor, we'll be moving through it rather quickly! Yay!

One of the first things we encounter is a character whose story definitely has a deep connection to the game's wider plot, and isn't one of the ONLY, like, four bits of worldbuilding in the entire game!

Next we fine Conrad—er, sorry. Force of habit. I mean Spirie of some random guild whose name I forgot! It's not likely at all that the person that made this character is reading this right now, but if by some slim chance they are, then... hey! Hi! Hello!

I ought to make mention of just how much wreckage Aurora is putting out. This enemy has 187 HP (almost twice that of a Rabid Acorn's 104), and Aurora's Chain Flame just deleted 136 of it. That's 72% of its HP straight-up gone in one hit.

Add onto that the initial poke that set off that Chain, additional pokes from others, which can set off additional Chains, attacks from Beck, Hero, and even Berry if the party's safe enough, and... most enemies at this point are dropping dead like nobody's business.

This is a big part of why EO5's Fencer is my favourite class in Etrian Odyssey as a whole; as with any follow-up-style class in the series, it's a bit of a chore to build around (as the guy who took around a YEAR to come up with this team comp, believe me, I would know), but unlike a Chaser Landsknecht, it has the skills it wants from the very start—no hefty prerequisites required—and unlike a Link Landsknecht, from the word "go," it's pouring on the pain like gravy at a Thanksgiving dinner. Boy is it sarisfying to see, and if you'll believe it, the true feast is still yet to come...

(Chain Killer Chain Killer Chain Killer Chain Killer Chain K—)

Anyways, as I said before, not much of particular note note happens on 2F, so after getting through about the first half, I go back to town.

There was one quest that I could take on at the moment. This quest wants you to reel in one forest fish...

...in exchange for five (and a level up for the party). It's a pretty good deal, I say. I personally don't make much use of the HP recovery that this game's food items provide since Chloe has more TP than she knows what to do with and a healing skill that costs practically none of it.

Before I end this post off, there's one small quirk with Chain skills that I want to mention.

A Fencer's Rapier mastery makes their equipped sword deal stab damage instead of a sword's default cut damage. One might assume that this change would be reflected in their Chain skills as well; for example, that Chain Flame would deal Stab+Fire damage instead of Cut+Fire damage.

In actuality, Chain Skills will always deal stab damage, regardless of the user's investment in Rapier Mastery, meaning it only affects normal attacks, and can thus be largely ignored by most Fencers.

This means that I was able to obtain Disloged Fangs (a material dropped by Ice Bats when killed with stab damage) even though Aurora has no points in Rapier Mastery at all, and as a result technically no rapier with which to stab.

[wanderingmind867]

This story actually got me to have to look up the Thunder Agents, a comic I barely even knew existed. So that was pretty interesting. There's also a reference to the Man from U.N.C.L.E. on the last page, so that's another thing I can look up later. (Not Brand Echh #2):