[notahorseindisguise]

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

[mysticorset]

Peer reviewed tags from @somanyofthekids

[notahorseindisguise]

NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP

[hiveswap]

While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive

[midnight-revolucion]

alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife

[notahorseindisguise]

im going INSANE thats MY POST.

[marlinspirkhall]

It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.

[gravitcat]

a thing for mermay i guess

[pettieselkie]

“Freedom”

2 selkies swimming

Created from 2 linocuts I carved and printed by hand! Turned into digital art stamps that I used to create this composition! The characters were carved separately on 2 different blocks. I printed them and then scanned them to create this!

Ko-Fi | Patreon (my computer broke and now I need to get another one. I still have my iPad to create art so it’s not like the most desperate situation, but still 🥲 Any small amount would be very appreciated! Thank you and much 💙)

[wilderbas]

more selkie girlies (gender neutral)

[maykitz]

[pettieselkie]

male selkie 🦭 💙

from an original Linocut carved and printed by hand!

[nerdvolutionkurisu]

Selkie

Selkies are know to give the upmost care to their seal pelts, one could even compare it to human's skin care routine!

[flakygoblin]

[flakygoblin]

Last night I dreamt I woke up to yet another 40cm snowfall, so I put on Batman Returns (1992), curled up on the couch & started crying

[flakygoblin]

[anthro-apology]

Anne Carson (2009)

Arthur S. Way (1898)

George Theodoridis (2010)

Ian C. Johnston (2010)

E.P. Coleridge (1910)

Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)

John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)

R. Potter (1906)

M. L. West (1987)

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Philip Vellacott (1972)

Michael Wodhull (1782)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

David Kovacs (2002)

Andrew Wilson (1993)

Euripides - Original (408 BCE)

[chthonion]

If anybody who can’t read ancient Greek is curious:

The last line is a beautiful demonstration of the efficiency of which ancient Greek is capable, and definitely the sort of thing that makes translators tear their hair out.

In the most literal sense, it says: not for me, you. The sentence structure of the sentence above is projected into this one, such that we can understand “not for me [to touch] you.” But everything else has been stripped out except the pronouns, the negation, and one single ge, which serves as an emphasis marker on me. The “for” is not even a word, just a grammatical case.

It’s a sentence consisting entirely of two pronouns, a negation, and a marker of emphasis and specificity. Which I think is lovely, and elegant, and super annoying to translate.

[ulyssessimpsongrant]

All these neo-Confederates out here. Well, I’m a neo-Unionist. Do it again, Uncle Billy.

[flakygoblin]

[venceslaugama]

[flakygoblin]

[flakygoblin]

[sandmandaddy69]

[playwrongs]

Goose Shit by Evil Mary Oliver Who Lives in Your Head

You do have to be good. In fact, you have to be perfect. Having even one perturbation will disqualify you from going to the grocery store. You are obligated to walk on your knees  for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting, backwards, in underwear made of red-hot puff adders. You can't let that soft, fallible animal of your body love what it loves.   Are you kidding? Tell me about despair, yours, and keep telling me, and don't stop, or you'll completely explode and go to jail, and then hell. Meanwhile the world goes on without you. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of hailstones are beating down on your head, pouring into the buildings and deep gutters, the corpse-laden mountains and the rivers-- did you read that article about the one that turned bright yellow from pollution? Meanwhile the wild geese, hissing and shitting everywhere will not leave your yard. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, you can always get lonelier! And I can help. I call to you like the wild geese, harsh and intimidating, over and over announcing your place-- oop, sorry, never mind, someone else took it.