#tribute to my father

[feddy-34]

- fyodor dostoevsky, the brothers karamazov

[harmonysanreads]

This is like.. what, a 3D model of a fictional woman and the bowing is already more synched than 95% of movies that include violin scenes

[maegalkarven]

I keep thinking about Durge, who, even after defying Bhaal, is never truly free from their father's legacy.

Because yes, the Urge is gone, the cursed blood of Bhaal doesn't call to them anymore. But body remembers, even if mind doesn't. Body knows what it did, it knows what it was created for. It's instinctual, bone-deep reflexes of a person raised to be the perfect murderer. It's little twitches and how easily opponents fall: foes and former allies alike.

It's small glimpses of the past, because mind doesn't remember, but the body DOES. It's the eerie familiarity of darkest corners of Baldur's Gate, it's people recognizing Durge on the streets, people they don't remember but who remember THEM.

It's the feeling of being haunted by your own self.

It's the body of Ketheric, the bloody mess left of Orin, Gortash's lifeless frame. It's the knowledge you're the last one, what this tragic story of conquer started with you and ends with you.

It's the feeling of emptiness where bubbling joy once was, the blood on the blade what brings no feelings. It's being charming, or kind, or honest, or gentle, or honorable, but at the end of the day still being the best in the art of murder - and who are they if not Bhaal's unholy blade?

Godless and fatherless, struggling to reimagine themselves.

Especially when memories come; they never return fully, never in the whole picture. But glimpses, the shards of existence what was once theirs cut deeper than any ritual blade would.

I keep thinking about Durge weighted down by the grief of the world, guilt of the world.

Alone: without a god, a father, a sister, a partner (Gortash, bc these two were absolutely insane for each other).

Alone and with whole life ahead; lost and confused and with hands bloodied.

Hero, people call them. They don't feel like a hero.

[starlingcircus]

Ich vermisse dich.

[Twitter]

[districtscare]

i think about each tribute from 12. for years, their deaths are no important means. their lives are stories told by no one, spoken by no one; whatever legacy they left behind is naught. that is until,

Haymitch finally joins us, contributing twenty-three years of tributes he was forced to mentor.

and how it solidifies his sharp mind and how after 23 years, the wounds of loss are never healed by time. they are open and pouring, and they're as fresh as a photograph. the fact that haymitch remembers each individual tribute leads me to believe that he kept track of each, their stories and lives, interacting with the people that loved them and ultimately keeping their memory alive.

[cool-abed-filmz]

“who taught him how to drive micheal myers?”

- my mom watching Lisa Frankenstein with me on monday

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: March 27

"Long Time Gone" by The Chicks

[silver-lining-on-raven-wings]

BSD: Father’s Day

I’m still in time for a tribute to Fukuzawa and Ranpo ^^

[bronwynhillside]

I can hear all the voices....I want this version.

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎’𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐥 | FBAWTFT

Oh, Philip, when you smile I am undone / My son, look at my son / Pride is not the word I'm looking for / There is so much more inside me now / Oh, Philip, you outshine the morning sun / My son / When you smile, I fall apart / And I thought I was so smart

[paperlovesadness]

was nobody gonna tell me how the Beatles' sons are literally just their fathers but in different fonts??? What????

[paleontaxi]

( closed starter for @gas-stxtion )

Lola has felt uneasy for the past couple of days, although she is not really sure why.  Still, she decided that she needed to get away from camp for a little bit, so she caught a bus and took it into town, just for the opportunity to clear her head.  She does like having more freedom ever since she moved out of her dad’s place.  She remembers asking to go into town when she was younger, and he wouldn’t let her take the bus by herself.  She had a very good reason for not wanting him to come with her—she wanted to bring something back and surprise him—so he called her babysitter to ride the bus to the mall with her.

She was only eleven at the time, but she still felt as if she could handle herself.

But now, she doesn’t have to worry about that.  The Brigades let her come and go, more or less, as long as she checks in occasionally and doesn’t do anything to attract police attention.  And as long as she’s back for her allotted training times.

She is already feeling a little bit better, both with the change of scenery and in feeling like a responsible adult.  The Brigades are good about that, letting her know that they trust her to take care of herself.  She’s sixteen now, and she doesn’t need someone hovering over her shoulder, and they respect that about her and make her feel as if she can run with the best of them—which she can.

She is off the bus now, wandering the streets and looking through the windows of what few storefronts this small town has to offer, and her outing gets even better when she encounters a familiar face.  “Sabine!” she calls, waving while a grin splits her face from ear to ear.  She breaks into a light jog to catch up with the other girl, who is, in Lola’s opinion, way too pretty to be in this town and ought to be out west, making a name for herself in LA or Vegas or something.

“Hey, stranger!” she says cheerily when she reaches Sabine’s side, and then she looks down at her sneakers and scuffs them against the sidewalk.  “Though, I guess that’s me these days, sorry. I’ve been keeping myself pretty busy with school and stuff.”  That is the excuse that she always uses to cover up her extracurricular activities, just ‘school stuff,’ because it is an excuse that most people will buy.  It isn’t a secret that Lola cares deeply about her grades and has big plans for after graduation that hinge on her doing well in her studies.

“But hey.”  She looks back up to meet Sabine’s eyes, a note of apology lingering in her own.  “We should hang out, you know, now that we’re both here!  I’ve got the day off for whatever, and a little bit of money, too.”  Bob does warn her against keeping too much cash on her, saying that a real Brigade doesn’t give into the system in such a way, that hoarding wealth is what the people in power do and doing it herself will make her lose sight of things.  But that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have some.  Having money for a few bus fares, lunch, and maybe a movie with a friend isn’t going to turn her into the nation’s next tyrant, she’s sure.

“If you’re not busy, that is.  I totally get it if you are, though.”  She laughs a little, more out of slight nerves than anything, and tucks a strand that has come loose from her ponytail back behind her ear.  “I know it’s not really fair for me to come outta nowhere and spring things on you.  So, we can always schedule some other time!  And I won’t flake on you, I promise!”

[purplemoonabove]

“Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope…

“When we die, our bodies become the grass, and the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.

“… Let me tell you something my father told me. Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars…

“So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.”

- James Earl Jones; Long live the King 👑🦁🙏🏾

[muppetebbtide]

trojan war tumblr simulator

🌊 is-the-sea-wine-dark-today

YOU BET IT IS

#the wine dark sea!!!!!!!!!!!! #wine dark sea #wine dark sea posting

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✌🏻 ajax2electricboogaloo follow

why is achilles the only demigod who's Like That? like he's my boy but u don't see memnon or aeneas or sarpedon acting like him on the reg. why is he so maladjusted? like specifically? I saw his mother once and was so terrified by the sight of a goddess I flung myself to the ground and hid my face in the dirt til she left but I still don't think that accounts for it idk

🏘️ nobody1020

it's blonde man syndrome hope this helps

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⚔️ sonoftydeus

opening my askbox so that we can discuss strategies on taking troy!

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anonymous asked: we should all go home :)

⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:

FUCK OFF AGAMEMNON I WANT REAL SUGGESTIONS

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nobody1020 asked: do u like..... horses

⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:

odysseus do I even wanna know where this is going

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⌛ isthetrojanwaroveryet?

year 9, day 234: still no....

#all our admins keep DYING

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‼️ trojan-confessions follow

I think my wife might be sending me anon hate :/ keep getting asks like 'hope u die on the battlefield tomorrow silly slag' and 'menelaus should have curbstomped you' and in her big tapestry of warriors she made me look stupid

🐴 horsetaminghector follow

lmaooo is this paris??

🔮 cryinglikecassandra follow

kinda think helen should send MORE anon hate idk

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❓ myrmidons-confessions

I was the one who wrote the achilles/agamemnon 100k slowburn enemies to lovers rpf and put it on the group chat but now patroclus is calling me 'agachilles boy' and laughing about it and asking if I can proofread his mock bardic epic where all his dogs are heroes and killing people, so I fear I've made a mistake. I also can't look achilles in the eye anymore... but honestly I've never seen proof he can read so I might be safe

❓ myrmidons-confessions

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👑 kingofmycenae

👍🏻 ajaxthegreat

achilles is DEAD and ur posting CRAB RAVE?????

🏘️ nobody1020

I think that's why he's posting it ngl

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😹 deiphobus42069

imagine being the achaeans and your best warrior gets killed by PARIS, after everyone else had awesome deaths at the hands of sarpedon or hector or memnon... like that's literally so embarassing I just know achilles is fucking fuming down in hades rn. I bet the achaeans are gonna put around that paris was guided by apollo, or that paris happened to hit his only weak spot..... anything 2 try and make it less cringe.... lol lol we're popping the biggest bottles tonight. hope helen's there

🐆 leopardskiniscool

???????????????

#I mean. yeah. but also. #deiphobus wtf I thought we were chill

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#hope everyone can be normal about the outcome!!! :)

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🧑🏻 randotrojansoldier-deactivated-8578543

so excited to go back onto the field of battle tomorrow! sure hope I don't encounter any of the big-name heroes

🗣️ homer follow

I hope you don't too! I'm sure you'll do great!

🐎 antilochussss

not the direct address????

✌🏻 ajax2electricboogaloo

direct address got him :(

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💂🏻 trojanguardtales follow

fuck my job so much I hope that this wooden horse tribute to the gods turns out to have some guys inside or something just so I can DO something rather than standing here like a twat with my spear

💂🏻 trojanguardtales follow

by ares this can't be happening

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⚔️ sonoftydeus reblogged menelauskingofsparta

do NOT order achilles from shein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#oh yeah #I was stuck with temu achilles in the trojan horse for six hours #and by hour two agamemnon had suggested killing and eating him #and odysseus was threatening to 'send him to meet his father' #and it's not even like there's any kleos in killing priam!!! #anti neoptolemus #neoptolemus defenders dni #vent tags

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[uwmspeccoll]

The author, Angela Hovak Johnston.

Johnston and Marjorie Tungwenuk Tahbone, traditional tattoo artist.

Catherine Niptanatiak: "I designed my own, something that represents me and who I am, something that I would be proud to wear and show off, and something that would make me feel confident and beautiful. . . . I have daughters and I would like to teach them what I know. I would like for them to want to practice our traditions and keep our culture alive."

Cecile Nelvana Lyall: "On my hand tattoos, from the top down, the triangles represent the mountains. . . . The Ys are the tools used in seal hunting. . . . The dots are my ancestors. . . . I am so excited to be able to truly call myself and Inuk woman."

Colleen Nivingalok: "The tattoos on my face represent my family and me. The lines on my chin are my four children -- my two older boys on the outside protecting my daughters. The lines on my cheeks represent the two boys and the two girls on either side. The one on my forehead represents their father and me. Together, we live for our children."

Doreen Ayalikyoak Evyagotailak: "I have thought about getting traditional tattoos since I was a teenager. . . . When I asked the elders if I could have my own meaning for my tattoos, they said it wouldn't matter. My tattoos symbolize my kids."

Mary Angele Takletok: "I always wanted traditional tattoos like the women in the old days. I wanted them on my wrists and my fingers so I could show I'm Inuk."

Melissa MacDonald Hinanik: "As a part of celebrating my heritage and revitalizing important traditional customs that form my identity, I believe I have earned my tattoos. I am a beautiful, strong young woman. I am a mother, a wife, a daughter, a friend, and an active community member. I reclaim the traditional customs as mine, I re-own them as a part of who I am."

Star Westwood: "We still have some of our culture, but some things are slowly dying. Having tattoos helps us keep our culture alive. . . . . My tattoos represent my dad and my dad's dad. The ones closest to my wrists represent my sisters."

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National Tattoo Day

July 17 is National Tattoo Day. To celebrate, we present some images from Reawakening Our Ancestors' Lines: Revitalizing Inuit Traditional Tattooing, compiled by Angela Hovak Johnston, co-founder with Marjorie Tahbone of the Inuit Tattoo Revitalization Project, with photographs by Inuit photographer Cora DeVos, and published in Iqaluit, Nunavut by Inhabit Media Inc. in 2017.

For thousands of years, Inuit have practiced the traditional art of tattooing. Created the ancient way, with bone needles and caribou sinew soaked in seal oil, sod, or soot, these tattoos were an important tradition for many Inuit women, symbols etched on their skin that connected them to their families and communities. But with the rise of missionaries and residential schools in the North, the tradition of tattooing was almost lost. In 2005, when Angela Hovak Johnston heard that the last Inuk woman tattooed in the old way had died, she set out to tattoo herself in tribute to this ancient custom and learn how to tattoo others. What was at first a personal quest became a project to bring the art of traditional tattooing back to Inuit women across Nunavut.

Collected in this book are photos and stories from more than two dozen women who participated in Johnston's project. Together, these women have united to bring to life an ancient tradition, reawakening their ancestors' lines and sharing this knowledge with future generations. Hovak Johnston writes: "Never again will these Inuit traditions be close to extinction, or only a part of history you read about in books. This is my mission."

Reawakening Our Ancestors' Lines forms part of our Indigenous America Literature Collection.

Angela Hovak Johnston (right) with her cousin Janelle Angulalik and her aunt Millie Navalik Angulalik.

View other posts from our Indigenous America Literature Collection.

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