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@aph-poland
Set me free from this hell (college)
trans people: im trans
society: ok
your gay friend you try to ignore: guys this is kind of like the aeneid and this character mirrors aeneas in a way
— Lavinia by Ursula K. Leguin
Oh Anchises and Aeneas... my poor guys... one wants pity and the other wants love from this divine being who lied to them about her nature... Papa and baby sharing trauma lol
So she spake. And he awoke in a moment and obeyed her. But when he saw the neck and lovely eyes of Aphrodite, he was afraid and turned his eyes aside another way, hiding his comely face with his cloak. Then he uttered winged words and entreated her: “So soon as ever I saw you with my eyes, goddess, I knew that you were divine; but you did not tell me truly. Yet by Zeus who holds the aegis I beseech you, leave me not to lead a palsied life among men, but have pity on me; for he who lies with a deathless goddess is no hale man afterwards.”
-Anchises to Aphrodite in the Homeric hymn to Aphrodite
She spoke, and turning away she reflected the light from her rose-tinted neck, and breathed a divine perfume from her ambrosial hair: her robes trailed down to her feet, and, in her step, showed her a true goddess. He recognised his mother, and as she vanished followed her with his voice: 'You too are cruel, why do you taunt your son with false phantoms? Why am I not allowed to join hand with hand, and speak and hear true words?'
-Aeneas to Venus in Virgil's Aeneid
Bonus points for Cupid/Eros also trolling Aeneas by disguising himself as Aeneas' son
For no more than a single night imitate his looks by art, and, a boy yourself, take on the known face of a boy, so that when Dido takes you to her breast, joyfully, amongst the royal feast, and the flowing wine, when she embraces you, and plants sweet kisses on you, you'll breathe hidden fire into her, deceive her with your poison.' Cupid obeys his dear mother's words, sets aside his wings, and laughingly trips along with Iulus's step.
-Virgil's Aeneid
They make such a dysfunctional family
straight vs queer ships in shows are always like….omg girl and boy shared a lingering glance once? that must mean they’re in love?…versus i killed my father because he dared lay hands on you. when i was doing it i felt like the divine light of justice and my love for you felt pure and clean and holy because i rid the world of evil in devotion to you.
Bird from Daytona USA
* i trip and hundreds of inocho doodles fall out of my pockets* oh shi-
Human relationships are not transactional but they are reciprocal, which I think many of you with your ‘i don’t owe anyone anything’ shtick are too happy to forget
Transactional: everything has to be exactly 50/50 all the time, pay me back for the £5 sandwich or buy me something worth exactly £5, I refuse to make an effort for you if there’s nothing in it for me
Reciprocal: you were there for me when I needed help, and I’m going to do the same for you, it doesn’t matter if one of us needs more or is capable of less, because the point is not equivalent exchange but mutual care
Passenger trains in US vs Europe (image is making the rounds among U.S. transit advocates today)
High speed rail in China on 2008 VS 2020
Divine Achilles left his spear to lie
among the tamarisks on the riverbank.
With just his sword he leapt into the river,
his heart intent on ruin, like a god.
Whirling around, he hacked and slashed and struck them,
And from the victims of his blade arose
desperate, agonizing wails. The water
ran red with blood.
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My prince
Dún na nGall — áit a mbuaileann an fharraige an tsíocháin. / Donegal — where the sea meets peace.