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epigonoi · 1 year
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a few diomedes & odysseus moments i enjoyed from colleen mccullough's the song of troy :)
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sedgewick-gayble · 7 months
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Can anyone find me an accurate reliable source on historical and traditional/ccultural clothing. I'll kiss you on the mouth
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hallufabrication · 3 months
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It's a small world
A fic about various things I wanted to write about instead of rambling about them; focuses on Manta and Hannah. The whole thing is under the cut.
Manta didn’t expect his and Hannah’s connection to fizzle out the way it did.
Not that he was expecting anything specific; She wasn’t someone he would really consider a friend. At the same time, though, he couldn’t deny that they weren’t exactly strangers, either. They hung out sometimes, she tried to help him during his illegal race against Corto, and they bonded over how great they thought Teach tech was – something that left a bitter taste in his mouth now.
He would have expected some kind of a lukewarm goodbye, or an awkward wave as they stepped onto the boats meant to take them to their homes. But as the boat steering towards the Solar Sea took off, there was no exchange between them - in fact, he wasn’t even anywhere nearby, instead preparing for his and Shino’s attempt at getting a better life for themselves.
He did think then if he should have approached her outburst the day before the way he did. Back then, he didn’t see it as anything more than a show of weakness; she wouldn’t have lasted a day in what he had to live through on Polaris. Why should she get sympathy for being a double-crosser? For only feeling bad now that it was too late anyway, now that Gavinda’s plan was in full swing?
But it wasn’t too late. Not to her and the Tikis, anyway. And she did her part in fighting against Teach…
Unlike him, at first.
No, Hannah wasn’t weak. After everything, Manta could tell that much.
Maybe he shouldn’t have underestimated how cruel Teach could have been to her. Maybe that shouldn’t have been his last words to her.
“Oh well. Too bad”, he thought, going back to packing his stuff. What’s done is done.
He hasn’t really thought about this, or anything related to the Mirages, for the next few months. He had more important things on his mind - building a new life from scratch with Shino (and Debbie) on an entirely new island was challenging enough to take away any time he could have had for reminiscing about his old acquaintances from the Whale Cup.
They weren’t on his mind these few months later, as he was walking through one of the lesser known alleys of Tortuga to his boat, either - at least not until he saw a familiar looking silhouette walking through one of the streets he’d usually pass.
“Hannah?” He called out instinctively, more out of surprise than anything else.
“Oh– hi, Manta.” She replied, turning around to face him. “Been a while, huh?”
“Yeah, but– What are you doing here?”
“On Tortuga? I came for the Rotor Punch, obviously.” She shrugged. “But, I wanted to see how you’re doing with my own two eyes while I’m here, too.”
“You heard of me?” He asked, squinting his eyes.
“Duh. It’d be harder to not hear of the famous White Tiger, honestly.” She said, leaning on the wall next to her. “You’re taking Aquagram by storm– You know that, right?”
He shrugged and made an indecipherable hum. Debbie did tell him that he was getting more popular day by day, but he never really got interested in how popular he was outside of Tortuga, exactly. His winning streak mattered to him more than whatever she was doing over on her hologlove.
“Wait, but– Rotor Punch? You’re competing?”
“What, you think I can’t handle it?”
“It’s just– I didn’t know if you’d still be racing after… Everything.”
Hannah frowned for a short second, but quickly smirked instead.
“It takes more than that to make me quit, you know. I managed to get into Solar Empire’s drone guard.”
She crossed her arms, still leaning on the wall.
“So, I’m the one representing the Empire this year.”
“Oh, wow. You got yourself a solid position, huh?” He said, walking over and sitting down on the stairs next to her. “How’d you even do that?”
“Eh, turns out getting to the finals of the Whale Cup was good enough of an achievement to sign up. Only had to climb a few ranks after that.”
“Pshf, sounds easy.” He teased. She only hummed in response.
“What about Adam? Is he participating with you?”
A slight grimace showed up on Hannah’s face. Manta wasn’t sure how to decipher what emotion it was supposed to show.
“...No, he’s not. He hasn’t reached out to me after Teach’s defeat.”
“Oh.” Manta said. “...Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Hannah sighed, sitting next to him on the stairs.
“...I haven’t tried to reach him, either. At first I thought I should, since Teach manipulated him, too, but… He was always more invested in her plans than I was. It seems like we both picked our sides.”
“...I see.”
“Yeah.”
A moment of silence fell upon them.
“And you’re…not worried?”
Hannah glared at him for a few seconds before deciding on an answer.
“I… don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it all.” She stated, resting her chin on her hand.
“Teach was cruel to him, too. She’s not going to suddenly do a 180. But, if that was his choice, then–”
She suddenly waved with the same hand in the air, leaning back.
“--so be it! I’m not going to chase after someone who made up their mind!”
She let out something between a groan and a sigh, hiding her face with her hands for a moment.
“...What’s it to you, anyway? I didn’t take you for the type to talk about this kinda stuff.”
Manta shrugged, looking somewhere else.
“You were the one who said it’s been a while.”
“Heh– yeah, that’s true.” She chuckled. “I guess it did a number on you.”
“Hmm.”
They sat for a moment in silence before Hannah stood up from the stairs.
“...Well, I should go. I take it you’re taking part in the Rotor Punch too, right?”
“Of course. Who do you take me for?”
“Yeah, thought so.” She smirked again, turning back to go about her way.
“I’ll see you around, then. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
“Psh, as if I’d need that. But yeah. See you around.” He replied, also getting up from the sidewalk.
As he got back to walking to his boat, he felt a sense of a relief he didn’t expect.
Turns out, he was sorta glad to see her again.
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chonnysinferno · 2 months
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thats crazy bro
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martyrsam · 2 years
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(4x19 jump the shark)
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(4x21 when the levee breaks)
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14 + shaqderrick perhaps
14. casually
"hey, can i sleep with you?"
shaq's voice is watery, like they've been crying. derrick squints at the blurry form of them from inside his cocoon of blankets, then moves to one side obligingly, making a space for their body to go.
"yeah," he says.
shaq flops down, curled on their side, and derrick rearranges himself around them. he's hit with the visceral memory of the trench - how they used to nap together in one bed sometimes, squeezed together on a twin size mattress. it's been years since they did that. derrick doesn't want to think about how many.
"are you good?" he asks.
shaq takes a shuddering breath. "been better."
after edric vanished alongside all the other people who walked into the sea and weren't seen again, shaq moved here. it wasn't a discussion - derrick just woke up one morning in the beach house he shares with briskie and (formerly) hank, saw shaq's worldly possessions strewn in the hall, and thought, "yeah, that's about right."
that was two years ago, and shaq's been here ever since. mostly not talking about their problems, but - well, everyone in the horizon has their bad nights. especially these days.
"i can go make tea," derrick offers. he doesn't want to get up, but he will. there's a good chance briskie's still awake downstairs, too - no one has slept much since people started up and disappearing.
"no," shaq says, sharp and blunt and almost a little afraid. they seem like they want to say something else, struggle with it for a moment before saying, "just stay there, okay? i got lonely, dude."
derrick thinks of rushed goodbyes at the end of things and a stream of telegraphs to the vault and failed expeditions out of the horizon, and understands. he wraps an arm around shaq and folds them carefully under the blankets, kisses the top of their head before letting his face come to rest in their hair.
"okay," he says, obligingly. "i won't let you get lonely."
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doodlebeeberry · 2 years
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amethyst-halo · 1 year
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The Erin’s really wasted a good opportunity by not giving Frostpaw serious trust issues after River
yea tbh i think it would have worked so well after curlfeather's warning bc why else would she use her last words to warn her not to trust anyone if she wasn't supposed to distrust everyone? could've been interesting
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buysomecheese · 1 year
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In my head, Stuart Stampler looks like a more outwardly kind Massimo and Robert Wilson looks like a slightly less mustachioed Lorenzo
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bugbbear · 2 years
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what hermit's majors/minors would be in university
am i redoing a post i've done in the past at 4:57am? maybe. is it better this time? yes. am i tired? ..
anyway these are what i think the hermit's majors/minors would be in university. also i assigned them rooms.
do you agree? disagree? disagree strongly? tell me! (PLEASE tell me i spent so long on this its 5:10am)
ROOM ONE
Iskall: Archeology major, and communication engineering minor.
Stress: Archeology major, folklore minor.
ROOM TWO
Doc: Quantum physics. Also on track for medical school.
Ren: Theatre.
ROOM THREE
Keralis: Urban architecture and construction.
Xb: Marine biology.
ROOM FOUR
Zedaph: Research psychology major, mechanical engineering minor.
Beef: Science of game design.
ROOM FIVE
Wels: Medieval studies.
Jevin: Architectural major, biomedical engineering minor.
ROOM SIX
Impulse: Industrial engineering major, material science minor.
Tango: Aerospace engineering major, explosives engineering minor.
ROOM SEVEN
Gem: Environmental engineering.
Pearl: Biology with a focus in astrobiology.
ROOM EIGHT
Joe: Political science major, english minor.
Cleo: Sculpting major, english minor.
ROOM NINE
Mumbo: Secure system design.
Grian: Business major, architecture minor.
ROOM TEN
Scar: Architecture major, business minor.
Cub: Business analytics major, psychology minor.
ROOM ELEVEN
Etho: He doesn't go here. Electrical engineering major.
Bdubs: Civil engineering major, interior design minor.
COMMUTERS (i didnt know where tf to put them)
False: Business (for now, she's undecided).
Xisuma: Computer programming. lol. sorry.
Hypno: Intelligence analysis.
TFC: He’s a professor of a core class that all the hermits take. He is fueled only by coffee and the desire to go home.
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pluraljerma · 2 years
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autistic people is like a siblings to me
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bybdolan · 1 year
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I always feel terribly mean after unpopular opinion night usghhu yes Taylor Swift won't see this + to think she does is Swiftie brainrot but stiiiilll i always want to reiterate that as bitchy as i may be about albums or whatnot there is the very real factor of She Should Be Happy and like. If the current mode of creating is what's best for her, good for her!
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sighs intensely..... should we ask th father 4 like $20 in cash when he gets home, so we can get some of our favorite cookie dough tomorrow? it's edible cookie dough and it's SO good and we can walk down 2 get it - che'nya
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missingstarter · 1 year
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[ also timeline update: the threads involving tohjofallsexile and redlegend are their own “timeline” so to speak!!  If Silver talks ill about Giovanni, it’s specifically in the “gio is a dick” timeline, while if he interacts with anyone involved with Mount Silver he will talk about a much better gio! ]
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ssolarcalendarr · 2 years
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hums, stops, and looks at you to tell you how much i adore and absolutely love my friends (both online and irl)
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When I was younger, my grandfather (who isn't American but close enough) mentioned that my mother used to take English classes since she was pretty young, even back in Russia, and could speak and read without an accent until, at some point, she decided she didn't want that, and now speaks English with a Russian accent she can't get rid of. And he judged her for it then but now, looking back, I don't know what her reasons were but I understand. I completely understand.
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