noble son of menoetius, man after my own heart

sev / 20 / tr //w*ncest shippers dni//

[crybabymikaa]

one of the biggest lessons i’ve learned in the last few months is if you look for something hard enough, you’ll find it. good, bad, or ugly, it doesn’t matter. if you look for love hard enough, you’ll find it. if you look for a fight hard enough, you’ll find it. if you look for something to be angry about, if you look to isolate yourself, if you look for a reason to be upset, you will find it. if you look for comfort & friendship, if you look for something to make you smile, if you look for a little peace, you will find it.

there is so much everything in the world, it’s your job to find it. and your responsibility to search out moments of love.

[brutalistarchitecture2]

HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN by GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI

[isuggestkillingyourself]

[knightotoc]

"I miss Odysseus; my heart is melting. / The suitors want to push me into marriage, but I spin schemes... By day I wove the web, / and in the night by torchlight, I unwove it."

I made this feverish, unwinding loom for @youremysunshine8 's bday, since she is reading Emily Wilson's translation of The Odyssey.

It's made from an old painting frame with the canvas removed. I painted the wood a darker color and hammered in a couple hundred tacks, which I strung with white yarn.

The weaving itself took a long time, since I've never done that before and wasn't using a real loom, though I did make a make-shift heddle from a ruler. The meander is woven in soumak, which means you wrap the weft around each warp instead of just going over-under; this takes a long time but gives it a really cool dimension.

I carved Penelope's hands from chipboard, and painted them the same color as the loom. I wanted to convey the "muscular, firm hand" from Wilson's translation.

[nnebuchadnezzar]

dustmite comic

[tiktoks-i-enjoyed]

[shamebats]

[unwastelandunbaby]

the past isn’t behind you it coils inside your body that’s why some years you feel closer and more nostalgic for certain ages than others just fyi

[unwastelandunbaby]

for visual learners

[wikipediaboyfriend]

sue zhao

[ujustwaitsunshine]

she did this for me actually

[steamandcream]

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

[bonivers]

And Now That You Don’t Have To Be Perfect You Can Be Good 2026

[namedvesta]

Daniele Accossato, wrapped nº𝟤 (jesmonite, rope, wood), 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣

[allthishumanityforfree]

[razzmothazz]

woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[noknowshame]

[browniefox]

[awordwasthebeginning]

While I think the tumblr post in the tweet might be underestimating the omnipresence of wood as a construction material in 35 AD, the whole shebang about the sorrows of Mary is kind of a huge point in mariology. There is a devotion about it (Septem Dolorum Beatæ Mariæ Virginis, September 15th), a poem, and multiple illustrations depicting Mary with one or seven swords in her chest.

The seven sorrows begin with baby Jesus being presented at the temple, where Simeon tells Mary that her baby boy is destined for greatness, and that her soul will be pierced by a sword, and end with Jesus being laid in the grave, and they are a mixture of

a) Mary suffering in sympathy with her son (crucifixation etc.) and

b) Mary slowly losing her son to his destiny (beginning with Jesus disappearing at the age of twelve because he “needs to be at his father’s house” i.e. the temple).

So yes.

Mary did know.

Just doesn’t make for very cheerful imagery at the celebration of hope and light coming into the world during the darkest time of the year. Better mention it 40 days later (Candlemas, 2nd February).

[sourcreammachine]

oh shit - i was time travelling and accidentally killed an ancient italian. doesn’t matter tho everyone was killing each other, when in Reme do as the Remans

[ancientart]

The Temple of Bacchus at Baalbek, Lebanon, ca. 150 AD. This stunning Roman temple, still very well preserved, is actually larger than the Parthenon of Athens.

Photos courtesy of Varun Shiv Kapur.

[lawrenceleemagnuson]

Sean William Randall (Canada b.1965) Let it Back (2023) acrylic on panel 101.6 x 76.2 cm