[agamemedon]

Could you imagine the vibes on that boat after Odysseus’ crew go against his word and open the bag sending them all the way back to where they started near enough…

I like to think there was a moment somewhat like this

[veryhungryvideogames]

I imagine that after his and Telemachus’s rage against the suitors these fuckers were glad that they were needed to row the boats because hot damn they’d be nothing more than entrails if not for that

[glitchy-anime-fan]

This is super random but I was talking with one of my friends about Percy Jackson (we were talking about our OC’s I had mentioned something about what mine would be the goddess of if she was given immortality/god status) and I kind of started wondering what types of gods the Greek hero’s would be.

I was specifically thinking about Odysseus and Telemachus (I’m a fan of the Odyssey and I love Telemachus) and what their domains/epithets would be. I am, unfortunately, not the best at coming up with stuff like this especially if I don’t want it to compete with the gods. I know there are gods that share epithets or titles, but idk it almost seems unoriginal to just give them the same concepts as other gods.

So I come to you, people of tumblr, to indulge in my weird musing with me: If Telemachus and Odysseus given godhood, what would their titles be?

Bonus: I think it would be fitting if Penelope was a goddess of fidelity and loyalty given her loyalty to Odysseus during his 20 year absence.

[veryhungryvideogames]

Cheeserolling and Aliens

I recently came across the Great British Sport of Cheese rolling, which I believe to be the only good thing to come out of that country. For the uninitiated cheese rolling is the sport of rolling a large wheel of cheese down a very steep hill, and a bunch of people chasing after it. Not by running, because that of course would be too slow and too boring, but tumbling down like rag-dolls.

Now imagine if aliens, who are already terrified of our ability to not care about bodily harm due to our insane need to do things because "why not" as we like to say, coming across this sport. Imagine the confusion and outright anger that would illicit because, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT FOR A LOUSY WHEEL OF CHEESE?

[shorberson-deactivated20250116]

Rolitagni's First Contact

I'm trying out doing some creative writing of my own for a change. I've been following the HASO tag for a while, and wanted to give it a shot. This is moreso designed to be an intro for a series, I guess. If you have feedback, I'd love to hear it!

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The spaceport was always busy. The chaotic noise of merchants peddling wares and hulking cargo ships being loaded up for long voyages never gave anyone a moment’s rest. But it was here that Rolitagni felt at home. Sitting in a packed lounge near the loading docks, she grabbed her second glass of Bulemoi, and made idle chat with some of the other workers around. Some were a little weirded out by her appearance; after all, Kemians don’t exactly have the best reputation or the kindest appearance. She could sense that much within the room. But she was familiar enough to the others that they didn’t mind. She listened to her fellow voyagers and their tales; tales of long journeys, of strange planets, and of other species they’d met across the galaxy. Though there was one species that cropped up in more stories than others lately.

Humans.

A relatively new group to join the collective of various species in the galaxy, the humans had made quite the entrance. The galaxy had been aware of humans, but as a Type 1 civilization, it was more of an occasional entertainment than viewing them as equals. Not that they knew, of course. But humanity had improved. After dozens of cycles of testing and watching, a human spacecraft–rudimentary at best, it’s a wonder it even made it that far–stumbled into the Gree’lek’s territory. What Rolitagni wouldn’t have given to see the faces of both sides when they found out. After some tense negotiations, humanity was deemed more than an attraction, and viewed as a fellow spacefaring species–though woefully behind. How they’d managed to do anything without faster-than-light tech was beyond her. The galaxy helped them catch up, and in a matter of cycles, humanity had transitioned from a one-planet species to a fully functioning part of the Commonwealth of Systems. Rumors floated around spaceports and tabloid headlines about humans and their stories, stories of daring bravery, utter foolishness, and of their quirky nature. Sure, every species had its features, but there had been such a long time without a new species that everything had become rather dull. Rolitagni, being her outgoing, curious self, had been excited to meet a human the moment she’d heard about them.

As she sat in the lounge and daydreamed, she felt a buzz from her pocket. Her datapad, signaling that it was time to get back to work. With a sigh, she stood up, stretching a bit before handing the bartender some paeolenta. She strolled out of the building and into the busy streets. A nightmare of colors, sounds, smells, and species roamed about. But she loved it, taking in a deep breath of the artificial atmosphere. It was such a smorgasbord of gasses and chemicals to allow for all visiting species to breathe it, and it left a strange taste in the mouth. She strolled down the walkways, making her way back to her ship, nudging her way past Slaniums, Tre’as, and many more species that she probably couldn’t pronounce. After some distance, she arrived at the loading docks. The hulking cargo ships loomed overhead, being anchored in every which way by cargo tubes and walkways. Following her datapad to find her ship, she looked up to see the brilliant logo of the ship she’d served on for so long: “G.S.V. Laneyla”. Supposedly the captain had named it after his late partner. It didn’t matter too much for her. Whatever the name, it’d been her home for dozens of cycles. 

As she walked up the ramp she saw one of her coworkers, a Jlinin by the name of Mreswi, waving to her and holding a datapad similar to her own. “Hey, Roli! We’re just finishing getting loaded up. Got a few dozen more crates and we’ll be good to go. Think you can take over?”

Roli giggled to herself. Mreswi’s strange tendency to drag out the vowels of his words never failed to make her smile. Well, as much as she could smile with her canine-esque skull-like face. She beamed her message into his mind, though he was used to it. After all, she couldn’t exactly speak. “Sure, I’m coming! Just finished relaxing at Poaters’ place.” She whipped out her datapad and pulled up the manifest for this next trip. Standard stuff, like spices and materials, bound for wealthy buyers or companies to make products. Then there were some odd things, like a pallet of seventeen Bremni skins. A predatory species, and not one with intelligence, they were often hunted for their strong, yet soft skins. And as she scrolled down the list, she raised a metaphorical eyebrow at the last entry. Rather than cargo, it displayed that a new member would be joining them. Roli got excited. It’d been a few cycles since anyone had joined the crew, although everyone was still reeling a bit from the death of their last engineer. She shuddered at the memory. Turns out that having many tentacles in a room with plenty of moving gears was not exactly the best combination. They’d still find pieces of them in the system from time to time.

She gave a nod to Mreswi as she began watching the cargo arrive through the conveyor systems. She couldn’t imagine trying to haul all this up, despite her four-armed strength. As she surveyed and checked off the supplies as it arrived, she felt something. A small sense of nervousness from around her. Sure, to a Kemian like her who could sense life-forces, that was normal. But something about it was different. Each species had their own chemical and neural responses, but she’d never felt one like this before. As the last of the cargo arrived, she felt the presence getting closer. She looked down the ramp towards it, and gasped to herself. She could feel her own giddiness boiling up inside her. She’d dreamed of meeting one, but to have them as a new crew member? It was almost enough to make her squeal.

She watched as a human slowly approached. The stories had always painted humans in different lights and appearances. He slowly approached, looking around anxiously while toting their large baggage. As he approached her, he looked a little more scared, which was understandable to her. After all, pale white skin with tens if not hundreds of stitches, four arms, a pitch black skull mask, and being about a foot taller than the human was not a combination that was exactly easy to expect or understand. 

The human cleared his throat and spoke in a gentle, yet curious voice. “Um, hey. Is this the ‘Laneyla’? I was told to meet someone here.”

Rolitagni beamed with happiness, her attitude completely betraying her appearance. She nodded and looked down at the human, sending her message into his mind. “Yep! Sure is! I guess you’re the new guy, huh? And a human, too!”

The human froze for a second, seemingly shocked by her telepathic nature, along with the lack of a universal translator needed to understand her. After a moment of stammering to himself, he worked up the courage to speak. “Yeah, I am. I’m supposed to be the new engineer here.”

Roli nodded again vigorously while her twin tails swept behind her in eagerness. “Sounds great! Why don’t you go ahead and have a seat over there,” she said, gesturing to a bench by the back wall of the cargo hold, “and I’ll show you around soon? We’re almost ready to shove off.” She beamed as she checked the manifest on the datapad in front of her. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name? I’m Rolitagni, but most folks call me Roli.”

The human paused for a second, then looked up to her and spoke. “I’m Aidan. Nice to meet you, Roli!” His translator crackled slightly. They hadn't been updated to be able to translate this “English” very well yet, but it worked well enough.

“Nice to meet you, too, Aidan!” The name was slightly strange to Roli, but so were plenty of other species' monikers. She’d get used to it in time. After all, they had a long voyage ahead, there'd be plenty of time to get to know the human. She watched as Aidan took his things over to the bench and sat down as she finished up the inventory. She walked over to the bench and looked at him. “Welcome to the ‘Laneyla’! You’ll have a great time here. Ready to get started? I'll show you around the ship for starters.”

[inspectorgadgetreal]

[guooey]

One of the most important things I have learned today..

[primordial-fungus-monolith]

Lol my large and handsome pig didn’t find Anything of interest in your yard

[tsscat]

quick someone colonize britain while they're weak

[officiallytrs-deactivated202504]

Hey everyone!

I know its been awhile since I’ve personally made a post but I need to ask for some help. Due to bills, I am currently overdrawn in my bank account by $28. Unfortunately, I’m also close to running out of food. In my cabinet, I currently have about 2 to 2 ½ servings worth of oats. And that is only because I had to ration myself to one meal a day. So if anyone could help out with donating even a dollar, I’d really appreciate it. Of course, with how the world is right now and with everything that is happening, I completely understand not being able to or wanting to donate, but I ask that you please boost this post. 

Thank you 

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Venmo

[the-memedaddy]

Meirl

[tiktoksthataregood-ish]

[ithelpstodream]

“it’s just a parking lot”

exactly. there’s nothing there. not a statue. not a plaque. nothing.

[irishfino]

[drives over hitler’s death site]

[nichtschwert]

Bloody amazing.

And you know what’s right next to it?

That’s right, the Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden, which translates to the Memorial for the murdered jews.

So if you wanna go have a look at the monument commemorating the victims of Hitler’s regime, you can park your car right on the spot he died and walk there.

Makes ya think, doesn’t it?

[bucketslutz]

Germany: *has a literal parking lot over Hitler’s death site and has the memorial for the murdered Jews right next to it*

America: *has statues and museums dedicated to people who believed slavery was so amazing and good they decided to make their own country and murder anyone who disagreed*

[imagesofperfection]

Women, the streets near the car park are named after:

Gertrud Kolmar - German Jewish poet murdered in Auschwitz

Hannah Arendt - famous German Jewish philosopher and author, her works on totalitarianism, authority and the nature of power, who fled Nazi Germany in 1933

Cora Berliner - German Jewish economist and social scientist murdered in Trostinets extermination camp

[withywindlesdaughter]

reblog this forever 

[garlic-slut]

It’s funny too cause people argue that you “can’t erase history” and that’s true. You can, however; choose how you commemorate it.

[tatwaffel]

For once, I’m proud of my country.

[wootwona]

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the enby spectrum!

[veryhungryvideogames]

no one follows my blog soooo..

[wootwona]

since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...

reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!

along with that, reblog if your account is a non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the enby spectrum!

[veryhungryvideogames]

no one follows my blog soooo..

[veryhungryvideogames]

hermione: professor, i can't fit all the classes i want to take this year into my timetable

mcgonagall: well, on the one hand i could tell you to prioritise your physical and mental health over studying, remind you that you could still study those subjects on your personal time using the library, and help you prioritise which classes you absolutely want to take

mcgonagall: but that sounds boring, wanna do time travel about it?

[veryhungryvideogames]

dumbledore: so, mister potter-

harry: you can call me harry

dumbledore: i won't, i don't want to get attached

[mysharona1987]