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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess:

sevvey6:

morbidamusement:

captain-snark:

bananamerlin:

maderadearquitecto:

Thermochromic table by Jay Watson

imagine banging someone on that table

imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table

noooooo stop

Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.

What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
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aeiously:

gunli:

legunlas:

aragun:

You have my gun

And my gun

And my gun!

@elenothar
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treasures-and-beauty:

Wisteria table lamp, c. 1910, stained glass and bronze, by Tiffany Studios      America
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scream it’s 1 am and I should be asleep but this wouldn’t let me goooooooo

a short origin story for the Persephone au in which Newt is Artemis but is still Percival’s Persephone regardless

WARNING: extreme liberties with Greek mythology, also one of my fave tropes that Hades is a poor, misunderstood guy

“Really? What happened to Persephone?” Theseus asks before biting viciously into the meat. “Or whatever she’s called these days.”

Percival pauses with his own bite of food halfway to his mouth, feels a faint pulse of pain at the reminder. “Queenie. And it didn’t work out, obviously,” he sighs as his appetite fades. “She—in no uncertain terms—expressed how she felt about my realm and my… disposition.”

“That would be the part where you kidnap the maiden and make her your wife regardless,” Theseus points out. “So they say. The reputation your brothers made for us would have had no one blink an eye.”

“I know,” Percival shrugs, noting that Theseus doesn’t comment about his person. Is he really so bad? “But that’s just so crude and base. Inappropriate. What would be the point if she hates me?”

“Mercy, you’ll never find a wife with that kind of attitude, Perce.”

Percival glares at his friend. “Not everyone can be as fortunate as you, you ass. Mutual love at first sight is a myth even among us.”

“And I say this again: you are simply too romantic to be a god,” Theseus teases. “Such a pity for a bachelor of your calibre.”

“This bachelor doesn’t need your pity, thank you,” Percival says, rolling his eyes.

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sweet mother, I cannot write my essay on Sappho,
slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl I met at a party last night
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entertainingviolence:

TRADITIONAL GODZILLA VIOLENCE

@deadcatwithaflamethrower We have a new rating.

I want a “traditional Deadcat violence” tag.  :D

Ask and ye shall receive.

YAY I HAVE A TAG!

I sort of want to paste it onto everything.
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ciceronian:

thoodleoo:

what if every ancient text was translated in the style of dr. seuss

for example:

“I will not fight the Trojans!” Achilles then said.

“I will not fight them now or when you all are dead!

I won’t fight them at Troy. I won’t fight them at Greece.

I won’t fight them at war. I won’t fight them in peace.

I will not fight them while Agamemnon is king.

Do not try to bribe me- I won’t take your things.

I will not fight the Trojans, not here and not there.

I will not fight the Trojans- not anywhere.”

“You’re abusing our patience!” old Cicero said,

“And if there’s sense in the Senate they’ll soon have you dead!

Are you not alarmed by the people’s alarm?

Don’t you know that your plans will be doing us harm?

What is it you’re doing that I do not know?

Oh the times! Oh the morals! You really must go!

Since wise men must do what is best for the state,

we, the consuls, should kill you before it’s too late.”

Let me sing about arms, let me sing of the man,

Let me sing of Aeneas’s Rome-founding plan!

How he sailed off to Italy, fleeing from Troy,

Escaping the Greeks with his dad and his boy:

He was driven by fate, he was punished by Juno,

He suffered in war—and that’s just the part you know.

@hecubas

Oh my God I love this

@teashoesandhair please

The queen was quite lovely, but still it was true

her son was a minotaur, half bull through and through,

and when her old husband, king Minos, found out,

he cried out aloud, “what the fuck’s this about?

I do not like this half-bull child!

I do not find him meek and mild!

He keeps on eating all my staff!

I think he does it for a laugh!”

The queen was upset by her son’s attitude,

for eating the servants was really quite rude,

and although she still thought that she’d be a good mother,

there still was a risk that he’d eat his own brother.

“I do not like this minotaur!

I’ve never heard of one before!

I do not want him any more!

Let’s build a maze beneath the floor!”

As Minos had asked for, a labyrinth was built

and the minotaur lived there, not stricken with guilt

for the people he ate were now sacrificed there,

and he dined on their flesh without any despair.

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