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I'm sorry, I just don't think it's reasonable to compare Penelope waiting for Odysseus to Ctimene or anyone else when Penelope's actions are evidently an outlier and were considered exceptional, edging on insanity even back then.
Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her
Iâve gotta say, that is exactly the kind of stupid thing that probably would circumvent a curse.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DONâT EVEN KNOW.Â
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You wonât believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: ⊠Iâm Nobody. Fill me in.Â
*A couple of months later*Â
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, sheâs great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother whoâs not going to treat you like shit.Â
Penelope: ⊠Iâm going to need more details, but okay, sure.Â
Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family.Â
Cassandra: Penelope, Iâve had another vision.
Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.
the original? on my dash?
Someone make an Epic The Musical AU involving this premise.
this is the Phoenix zoo, she's got plenty of outdoor space đ
I'll also say she looks super healthy and happy in that video so she probably loves her cool concrete room #myconkrete
She's backstage getting high leave her alone.
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This part of Medeaâs life is so fascinating to me. Itâs essentially the end of her story, so I want to compile the sources that we have about it in chronological order:
Diodorus Siculus, Bibliotheca historica:
â[âŠ] some indeed, in their desire to win favour with the Athenians, say that she took that Medus whom she bore to Aegeus and got off safe to Colchis; and at that time Aeetes, who had been forcibly driven from the throne by his brother Perses, had regained his kingdom, Medus, Medea's son, having slain Perses; and that afterwards Medus, securing the command of an army, advanced over a large part of Asia which lies above the Pontus and secured possession of Media, which has been named after this Medus.â
Apollodorusâ Bibliotheca:
âSo Medea went to Athens, where she married Aigeus, and bore him a son, Medos. Afterwards, however, when she tried to plot against Theseus, she was driven from Athens and went into exile with her son. Medos conquered many of the barbarians, and gave the name Media to the whole territory under his control. He died during an expedition against the Indians. Medea returned to Colchis without being recognized, and finding that Aietes had been deprived of his kingdom by his brother Perses, she killed Perses and restored the throne to her father.â
Hyginusâ Fabulae (my favorite version):
âAn oracle told Perses, son of Sol, Aeetes' brother, that he should beware of death from Aeetes' descendants. Medus, following his mother, was brought to him by a storm, and guards seized him and brought him to King Perses. When Medus, son of Aegeus and Medea, saw that he had come into the power of his enemy, he falsely asserted he was Hippotes, son of Creon. The king carefully investigated, and ordered him cast into prison. There sterility and scarcity of crops are said to have occurred. When Medea had come there in her chariot with the yoked dragons, she falsely claimed before the king to be a priestess of Diana. She said she could make atonement for the sterility, and when she heard from the king that Hippotes, son of Creon, was held in custody, thinking he had come to avenge the injury to his father . . . there, unknowingly, she betrayed her son. For she persuaded the king that he was not Hippotes, but Medus, son of Aegeus, sent by his father to dispatch the king, and begged that he be handed over to her to kill, convinced that he was Hippotes. And so when Medus was brought out to pay for his deceit by death, when she saw that things were otherwise than she had thought, she said she wished to talk with him, and gave him a sword, and bade him avenge the wrongs of his grandfather. Medus, at this news, killed Perses, and gained his grandfather's kingdom; from his name he called the country Media.â
Tzetzes, Ad Lycophronem:
âShe then left for Athens on a chariot drawn by winged dragons, married Aegeus, the son of Pandion, and gave birth to Medus. Later, after plotting against Theseus, she was expelled from her homeland with her son, who, having conquered the barbarians, named the land after himself, Media, and died while campaigning in India. Medea, unknown, came to the Colchians and gave the kingdom back to her father, having killed Perses, her brother, who had expelled him from the kingdom.â
men make it absolutely impossible to practice humility
what you say: âI think this is the caseâ
what men hear: âI have no idea whatsoever, but hereâs a totally random guessâ
what you say: âIâm not an expert on this subjectâ
what men hear: âI donât know anything about this subject and need its bare fundamentals explained to meâ
what you say: âI could be better read in this areaâ
what men hear: âI have never read anything in this areaâ
like okay fuck it nevermind Iâm actually an expert in every subject Iâve ever read or heard about. in fact I know everything.
If anyone's ever wondering why I come across as such an arrogant bitch on Tumblr it's because I used to work in science with a lot of men and never readjusted my communication style afterward.
This is one of my biggest seemingly low-stakes feminist soapboxes. Women are often encouraged to take hedging, consensus-seeking, and checking-in phrases out of their speech in order to seem "more confident". And listen, of course you do not need to say "I think" when you actually know for pretty damn sure, or double-check every little thing you say, or apologize for things that are out of your control.
But there are men in my life who I respect, who I think are generally good communicators, but who have admitted to me that if they do not know the answer to something they will just state their best guess in a confident tone of voice, with no hedging or clarification to warn the listener that what they just said was pulled from their ass.
I once asked my high school boyfriend what noise a platypus makes and he confidently told me "oh they quack" and I said "really? that seems like they'd have different noise-making structures than ducks since they're not birds" and he said "oh yeah you're probably right. I was just guessing." And had no idea why I was mad! I was like, so if I ask you a question you might just bullshit me?? What if I had believed you and gone and repeated that to other people? I could have looked like an idiot. I could have spread misinformation to a ton of people! But I have told that story to other men and had them say "oh yeah I totally do that."
This is so much worse communication than just saying "I don't know but I think..." There shouldn't be campaigns training professional women to sound "more confident," there should be campaigns training professional MEN to stop doing whatever THAT is!
[ID: Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place saying âokay, but thatâs worse. You do see how thatâs worse, right?â End ID.]
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Inspired by Souls on the Banks of the Acheron by Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl
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On of the less intuitive things about love, I've found, of any kind, is the importance of needing things.
I didn't realize it until recently, but I've always seen love as something requiring sacrifice, selflessness, patience, and generosity- to ask for nothing is to be the best person I can be, small and quiet and never in the way, always happy and helpful, self-sufficient and present when desired.
It's only as an adult, now, that I'm beginning to see the selfishness of wanting nothing.
I cut my friend's hair in my kitchen the other day. They wanted a trim and I had the skills, so I offered, and was genuinely excited when they stopped hesitating over "bothering me" and took me up on it. It was a peaceful afternoon, and we had tea and chatted for an hour or more.
My brother and I shared popcorn at the movies a while ago. When I came time to pay, I pulled my card out like a wild western sheriff and slapped it on the machine before he could fight me for it first. The satisfaction was delightful.
Someone called me crying on the phone the other day. Kept apologizing for disturbing me at work, talking about how they were bothering me on my lunch break. I was telling the truth when I told them that really, I was flattered and honored and relieved, knowing that if they were hurting I would know, that I didn't have to worry in silence. It felt good to hear them slowly come down, and to know that they knew it would be better soon, and to hear them laugh wetly on the other end. We're getting together for a visit next week.
It's hard to need things, if you've trained yourself not to. It's hard to want things, when you don't know how to want anymore. Trusting people is difficult, and so is relying on them, but I don't know where I'd be without the people who rely on me.
I've heard a lot of people say, "Nobody will love you unless you love yourself". I've had a lot of thoughts about it. It's not right, but it's not wrong, either, I think.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... I've always taken that to mean, "You will not be lovable until you develop a positive view of yourself as a person".
Now, I think it's sort of inside-out.
"Nobody will love you unless you love yourself"... because nobody can show their love to you in a way that you can accept until you treat yourself kindly, and learn what you need, and what you want, and how to ask for it, and then give that vulnerability away.
Love, for me, is someone I ask for a ride to the airport. Whether they end up doing this or not is irrelevant.
It's not needy, or selfish, or taking up energy. It's giving the gift of being wanted, and needed, and thought of. It's giving someone the security of being part of someone's life.
I was poking around in the fragments of Euripidesâ lost tragedies and I found this:
I imagine these words were put precisely in Autolycusâs mouth, and I find it very interesting how they overturn the heroic code weâre used to: the uselessness of athletic contests, the futility of striving for bodily perfection, almost sound like a mockery of the ambitions and motivations of the heroes in the Iliad. The rejection of the social conventions that necessarily follow great heroic or athletic deeds â the feast, the banquet, the camaraderie among warriors â seems to me almost an example of epic asociality if such word could be used.
All of this is entirely consistent with Autolycus: his nature is portrayed as profoundly asocial. He is the greatest manipulator of oaths of his day (as the Odyssey presents him). Heâs a thief, hated by many, deeply removed from the heroic ideal of his age.
I donât think Iâm going too far in saying that itâs very interesting to find something of Odysseus in this speech as well. Odysseus is much more integrated within the heroic logic of his time â he isnât immune to the lure of fame, glory and heroic deeds â yet he displays atypical traits, a sort of Autolycan nature that surfaces from time to time (and that, generally speaking, saves his ass).
Itâs indeed very interesting that Euripidesâ speech highlights how athletes are admirable in youth but less so in old age: Odysseus is one of the few heroes who is allowed to grow old â and who actively chooses to do so. Itâs equally noteworthy that the speech dwells on the athletesâ and heroesâ inability to cope with poverty: Odysseus is the very example of one who loses everything, is forced to beg for help and goodwill during his journey, and above all is willing to humble himself and hit rock bottom in order to reclaim what is his.
In short, Odysseus is a hero through and through â but a hero deeply marked by the influence of his maternal grandfather.
odysseus of ithaca in different timelines
amazing!!!
will never get over him murdering every suitor NAKED the hell out of it
Just some lil doodles of Odysseus and baby telemachus. Ody is like why am i always funny when no one's around except prince squishy
btw Epic did make the baby dropping seem like a huge moral conflict, but the truth his he just basketball that baby immediately. Odysseus is the one who orchestrated the entire sacrifice of Iphigenia so they could go to war immediately. Agammenon was out there going but I do wanna kill my daughter and Odysseus was like but you gottaaaaa omg get over it. Then they wanted to kill Polyxena and her mother told him I love her like you love Telemachus, don't kill her, and he was like new phone who dis. When it's kids not his own that must be killed he starts blasting.
itâs very funny that compared to the original source, epic the musical is basically odysseus propaganda that paints him in the best possible light and he is still just straight up a not good personđ„č
he is SO funny and itâs almost worse that he has a moral compass (albeit one that is experiencing a electromagnetic quake) in epic cause the entire middle section of the musical was him going from crippling guilt to psychotic behaviour like 5 times and then being shocked that everyone is mad at him
"the entire middle section of the musical was him going from crippling guilt to psychotic behaviour like 5 times and then being shocked that everyone is mad at him"
literally i have never seen a realer take on epic
"Del Toro sees Victor as "an arrogant, abusive father" and the monster as a "tragic child." "Our Victor is a selfish child," says del Toro, "who was hurt himself and therefore thinks the world owes him everything. He is trying to measure up to 'Daddy' ... Victor is like some tech brosâ oblivious to consequence-consumed by a vision in the abstract. And, like all tyrants, he believes himself a victim." [Frankenstein: Written and Directed by Guillermo del Toro]
Dude, I almost cried yesterday because of AI. I canât grade anymore without getting upset because of how much kids are using generative AI. How can I assess their ability to think critically when they aren't thinking critically? One kid admitted he used ChatGPT on an assignment, and he was like, "So? Is my answer right?" And I was like, first of all, whether or not it's "correct" is not the problem, and ALSO, it was INCORRECT. Like...majorly so!
They canât fucking think for themselves (or rather, theyâre losing the ability). This is not âooooh technology scaryâ -- this is a fundamental, they can't fucking answer questions when I ask them to their faces. I fucking HATE when my colleagues roll their eyes and say, "Well, this is how we felt about phones! Just accept it!" First of all, it's different. And TWO! We're FUCKING FIGHTING PHONES every day! We've literally banned all cell phone use during class in my district because letting kids use their phones and not fighting their use in class FUCKED US OVER, and now we have to FIX IT.
Okay, but also, kudos to Tumblr, the weirdo website, and our anti-AI stance here because my weirdo queer kids are the ONLY ONES who are STAUNCHLY against gen AI; they're the only ones reliably not using AI. Dear children of Tumblr, thank you for being little weirdos who give a shit.
Shit man, this trojan war is fucked. I just saw a guy raise his hands to the sky and say âgrey-eyed athena, strengthen my spearâ or some similar shit, and he felled 27 men at once before being whisked away by divine mist. The narrator didnât even mention him, thatâs how common shit like this is. My ass is stuck with a bow and 2 arrows. I think I just heard âwould to god my rage, my fury would drive me now to hack your flesh away and eat you rawâ two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.