"ruthlessness" is a devastating song, no argument, but just how devastating it is always gives me goosebumps when i listen to it. i love that jay understands that silence can be as powerful as sound, and that's what really drives the loss of his men home, for me.
think about it; 600 men on a dozen ships initially, so that's about 50 people per ship. the 43 men left are solely on odysseus's vessel.
the men screaming his name, the wind roaring, and suddenly, everyone is gone. the silence is so loud. so final.
it's not like they fell overboard, and are screaming for help in the waves. they're gone immediately, and the sudden silence is so chilling.
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"open me up, tell me you like me, fuck me to death, love me until i love myself"
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Prompt 239
Y'know what I think would be hilarious for a DP and PJO crossover? Percy & co finally getting to Kronos, straight up ready for anything after they pass through magic and portal of green and-
There's the smell of cookies. Freshly baked cookies, a warm oven, something about it reminding them of home in this strange place of floating gears and ticking clocks.
And there's a long, serpentine tail twisting through the gears, twisting up and down and across in a size that could hides yet reveals just how large this entity is. There's power soaking into every inch of this place, every centimeter nearly sending lightning up their legs with each step.
The ticking is getting stronger, a distant gonging of the hour echoing through a place that should feel cold and empty like the ringing of bells in the end of times.
And suddenly there's a kid- a teen like them, human yet not- with a cookie half in their mouth and hair flickering like the cosmos as they peer down from above them with a frown, eyes brighter than the sun yet darker than the moon.
"Oh great, what did my half-siblings do this Time?"
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ride the cyclone has decided that now was the best time to re-invade my brain
so some rather lack luster drawings i did like yesterday because i have decided spam posting my first day on tumblr is the way to go
AND NOO you're not seeing my self insert because that is for ME AND ME ALONE
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In the future I want Classics teachers to reference Epic in the same way US History teachers reference Hamilton.
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Shed Your Wings Little Birdy, Return to the Sea
Grian's in his fishing arc and I'm having a great time :)
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Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.
G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.
An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........
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