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Put your harpy girl in a harness, then attach a big rope to the harness, then take her to the park and fly her like a kite
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yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she canāt even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that sheāll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say āsuch a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone elseā¦ā and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
get ready for the wedding
"i want them to make each other worse" i want them to have an impact on each other that's hard to define as objectively good or bad but is still sure to change the trajectory of their lives and alter their very being on a fundamental level forever
assortment of doodle pages
the sign of a true favorite ship is when you don't think about them going on dates or having sex or even kissing. they're just a intangible amalgamation of emotions and concepts and symbolism bouncing around in your brain at all times
my esteemed rival,
The Silent Voice Gerald Moira
"Thereto the silent voice replied; 'Self-blinded are you by your pride: Look up thro' night: the world is wide.'" -- Alfred Tennyson
SHOUT OUT TO WOMEN!!!!
"She wasn't the best mom" " she was a bad girlfriend" BOOOOOO!!! BOOOO!!! GIVE ME A FEMALE CHARACTER THAT DOESN'T HAVE TO DEPEND ON OTHER CHARACTERS TO BE A BAD PERSON
MAKE HER A LIAR
MAKE HER A TRAITOR
MAKE HER A COWARD
MAKE HER AN ALCOHOLIC
MAKE HER DISTRUCTIVE
MAKE HER EGOTISTICAL
MAKE HER A MANIPULATOR
MAKE HER SELF-VICTIMIZING
MAKE HER ANNOYING
MAKE HER A BAD RULER
I BEG
i don't want " bad mom" or " bitch" THESE ARE FEMALE STEREOTYPES, MAKE HER A P E R S O N
Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus
They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her
Iāve 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 DONāT EVEN KNOW.Ā
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You wonāt believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: ⦠Iām Nobody. Fill me in.Ā
*A couple of months later*Ā
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, sheās great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother whoās not going to treat you like shit.Ā
Penelope: ⦠Iām going to need more details, but okay, sure.Ā
Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family.Ā
Cassandra: Penelope, Iāve had another vision.
Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.
the original? on my dash?
tradgedy enjoyers when you look into the eyes of your worst enemy and can only see yourself
I wish you can hug me and say everythingās going to be okay
Girl we are fucked
oh hey man so is your living weapon single or
I never got over anything. I miss everyone and everything. nostalgia and grief kill me every day. oh and I also love going on walks.
I just know that my trigonometry teacher would do numbers on here. He's a bloody brilliant mathematician who can do calculus in his head and a great teacher, but also has some of the strangest mannerisms of any person I have ever met.
He refers to everybody, regardless of whether he has known them for years or is meeting them for the first time in his life, as "Smoke." The first time he addressed me as such, I thought he had me confused with someone else. But, no, as it turns out, I am Smoke. My classmates are Smoke. The other faculty members are Smoke. His wife is probably Smoke, too.
He seems to have code words for everything, and refers to various classroom objects as "the dude." ("Take the dude, Smoke." Translation: "Take the hall pass, [insert name].")
He also randomly substitutes words for letters of the alphabet, but...it's not the actual phonetic alphabet. I came in to take a test early while he was lecturing to another class and randomly heard, "So, we have buffalo hide over two equals donkey."
In a similar vein, I was completely lost during my first lecture because he exclusively called one hundred eighty degrees "buck eighty." (I'm aware of this now, but it threw me off at first.)
Most confusing of all, he repeatedly refers to something as "the juice," but I have yet to ascertain what. All I have gathered so far is that it appears to be a more abstract noun than "the dude."
I just know that this man is going to permanently alter my speech patterns.
And when a six-foot tall Persian priestess with a fucking GOLD EYE speaks, you know you damn well listen to what she has to say.
LOOK WHO HAS SOMETHING DRAW. IT IS ME, MY GAY BITCHES.
Finally had a tiny break time.
Soā¦. Anyone still up for golden eyed six foot tall priestess??
Oh, you better listen to her!
iāll listen to her, give her my food, worship her, do her laundry, and generally be extremely gay
Okay but this is so cool.
This is the earliest prosthetic eye ever recorded, and the surgery was a success. It appears that it was held in with thread and was worn regularly, with signs of infection in the eye socket showing that it had possibly been worn too much without cleaning.
The whole eye was not gold, instead mostly being made of bitumen with the golden lines inscribed into it in a pattern that some archeologists suggest may be an imitation of the sun, the 8 radial outward lines being sun rays, to represent light. There are also hints of white pigment on the surface, indicating that once part of the eye may have been mimicking the sclera (white bit of the eye).
Some suggest that her eye elevated her status, and based on the responses of everyone here, thatās easily possible.
Shahr-i Sokhta (sometimes written as Shahr-e Sukhteh), meaning The Burnt City, is the name given to a substantial Bronze Age walled urban se
Bonus, the eye itself (which resided in the left eye socket):
Reblogging this version for the revelation that this ancient priestess prosthetic eye had a golden sun inscribed on it.
Iām not sure if thatās cooler or equally cool as a fully gold eye, but I feel like people need to know! Especially artists because I want to see that illustrated!
ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.
This is so real
HOLD ON I HAVE A GIF FOR THIS
yes ive been waiting for my moment