Here man. some Shrapnel for you
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Here man. some Shrapnel for you
kanej + incorrect quote [insp]
last night I had a dream that I met Bill and Ted, and I complimented Bills crop top and said something about how I would wear crop tops if my body was less bogus and he put a hand on my shoulder and said “what’s truly bogus is the way you think about yourself” and Ted nodded solemnly and then I woke up
That was the real bill and ted
Patrochilles gives me years of life
And yes, I am aware that Achilles’ hair could be in a Pantene commercial LMFAO
FOR THE FIRST TIME since my death, he falls into a fitful, trembling sleep.
Achilles. I cannot bear to see you grieving.
His limbs twitch and shudder.
Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades. I will—
But already he is waking. “Patroclus! Wait! I am here!”
He shakes the body beside him. When I do not answer, he weeps again.
- The Song of Achilles
You know what I'm a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.
This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.
WHEN THEY ARE GONE, he slumps next to me, his face against my belly. My skin grows slippery under the steady fall of his tears.
The next day he carries me to the pyre. Briseis and the Myrmidons watch as he places me on the wood and strikes the flint. The flames surround me, and I feel myself slipping further from life, thinning to only the faintest shiver in the air. I yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where I can rest.
He collects my ashes himself, though this is a woman’s duty. He puts them in a golden urn, the finest in our camp, and turns to the watching Greeks.
“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
- The Song of Achilles
IT GOES LIKE THIS, on and on, the tent flap opening, the tentative face. Phoinix, or Automedon, or Machaon.
At last Odysseus. “Agamemnon has come to see you, and return the girl.” Achilles does not say, She has already returned. Perhaps he does not know.
The two men face each other in the flickering firelight. Agamemnon clears his throat. “It is time to forget the division between us. I come to bring you the girl, Achilles, unharmed and well.” He pauses, as if expecting a rush of gratitude. There is only silence. “Truly, a god must have snatched our wits from us to set us so at odds. But that is over now, and we are allies once more.” This last is said loudly, for the benefit of the watching men. Achilles does not respond. He is imagining killing Hector. It is all that keeps him standing.
Agamemnon hesitates. “Prince Achilles, I hear you will fight tomorrow?”
“Yes.” The suddenness of his answer startles them.
“Very good, that is very good.” Agamemnon waits another moment. “And you will fight after that, also?”
“If you wish,” Achilles answers. “I do not care. I will be dead soon.”
The watching men exchange glances. Agamemnon recovers.
“Well. We are settled then.” He turns to go, stops. “I was sorry to hear of Patroclus’ death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?”
Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.”
Agamemnon is too shocked to answer. Odysseus steps into the silence. “We will leave you to mourn, Prince Achilles.”
- The Song of Achilles
dead inside but it’s still lit
*SLAMS FIST ON TABLE* ow
Alan Rickman - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
hello tiny friends i keep in my pocket. tell me something I will find humorous but vaguely annoying
people have muscles behind their head that have the sole purpose to move the ears and it is complete evolutionary luck at this point if they work or not
oh I HATE this
you mean to tell me I’ve got an entire goddamn muscle group just sitting there FREELOADING???
I can’t wiggle my ears, but I CAN do that thing when you flex a muscle inside your ear and you can HEAR it flexing, like a rumbling sound. Looked it up, and apparently it’s the “tensor tympani”. muscle! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tensor_tympani_muscle#Voluntary_control I always kind of figured it was the muscle partially closing the ear canal, but apparently tensing your muscles makes a noise that’s 10-70 Hz!
Okay the fact we had this implies there was a PURPOSE to.having it.
to reach our final evolutionary form of course!
Gaud you are a coward for hiding this in the tags
Gaud were you going to tell anyone that that’s the wikipedia mascot
demon, after possessing me: now that i have control over y-
me: y'know.. this is actually kind of hot, if you think about it.. romantic, even. in a way
demon: *immediately exorcizes itself*
me: why'd u give me an F??
teacher: you haven't turned anything in all semester.
me: but i reblogged the lucky pencil?
my brother just helped a kookaburra that was getting beaten up by magpies and now it’s chilling in his car
Are there people in Australia?