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fairest · 5 months
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Eileen Myles, "An American Poem"
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er-cryptid · 9 months
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Achilles and Homeric Values
-- Homer’s work emphasized the protection of one’s pride and one’s family and property
-- Achilles was the fiercest warrior on the Greek side
-- he stopped fighting because his pride was wounded, as a king refused to give him his war prize
-- Homer wrote Odysseus as pure, Hector as good, but Achilles was the most human
-- Achilles’ lover Patroclus sees the Greeks are demoralized
-- Patroclus puts on Achilles’ armor and leads the Greeks
-- Patroclus dies at Hector’s hand
-- this enraged Achilles      -- his lover killed      -- Trojans thought they could kill him      -- his honor and family assaulted
-- Achilles fights again
-- he calls out Hector
-- Hector dies
-- Achilles desecrates his body
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delormad20 · 6 months
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I chose a bat as my animal. My roommates have described me as bat-like, because bats are traditionally depicted as menacing creatures. They're also associated with Halloween and gothic culture. Upon research, I learned that Native American totems symbolize rebirth, longevity, good listening, long life, illusion, and inner depth with bats.
I love listening to chill music (NAV, Don Toliver, The Weeknd) in fall. I picture fall as a time where I can play "vibey" songs as I drive with the windows down, cozied up in my hoodie, all alongside to my favorite person. My favorite Halloween movie is Coraline, because my partner showed it to me for the first time last fall. I relate to her curious character!
I was born in 2002, the year that "American Idol" premiered. This TV show has made a tremendous cultural impact on the U.S., and I remember watching every season with my family on cable TV. My aunts, uncles, parents and cousins would discuss their favorite contestants during family gatherings. On a deeper level, the show provided people with the hope that they could make their passion (for singing) into a successful career.
"That that don't kill me, can only make me stronger." This lyric is the chorus to Kanye West's "Stronger". To me, it means that we face struggles and make it out the other side, thus making us more resilient individuals. We can withstand obstacles and take closer steps to our goals. I have gone through battles in my childhood and adulthood, and those experiences make me the strong person I am today.
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FINDING YOUR ART VOICE
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doylewesleywalls · 5 months
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bagsyy · 7 months
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underwater, coughing with my gills
gojo satoru, 700+, love is hard for big dumb idiots
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You had your arms draped over Gojo's shoulders; his long hands placed on your hips. He leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek, feeling the heat radiate beneath his lips. The scrunch of your nose encouraged him to continue his barrage, smiling widely between each attack.
One to your lips, nose, forehead—over and over again until you were trying to escape his grasp. He continued to attack any piece of skin he could reach, eliciting the loudest giggles he had ever gotten out of you.
“Tell me when you’re ready to give up,” he chuckled. Another kiss, this time placed gently on the corner of your mouth. Before he could migrate to a different part of your face, you uttered something that stopped him in his tracks.
“I’m sorry—it’s just—what did you say?”
“That I love you,” you said with a quirk of your eyebrow.
“Come again?”
“I said I love you, pretty boy. I’ll tell you one more time if that’ll help.”
The room became thick with silence and the four walls that contained them began to feel more and more constricting. You felt his grip loosen from around you. You had always gotten the impression from him that commitment was a concept that came with an uneasy feeling. You both knew that what the two of you had wasn’t something that was promised. That there might be one night that he doesn’t come home despite how many times he’s promised you that he’s the strongest. Because Satoru knows that he wasn’t blessed with the ability to love freely despite being so full of it. Admitting that he loved you was giving the universe permission to take you away from him. 
But you’d known that you’ve loved him for a while now—there was just never an opportune time to say it, and this moment seemed perfect (to you, at least). You had never been one to hold back, but with him you found herself mulling over your words a bit more carefully. There had been many times where those three words sat on the edge of your tongue, waiting to spill over, desperate for the dam to break. Now it had been broken, and Gojo was drowning.
You tried your hardest to conceal the defeated expression on your face as your grin melted into a muddled mess of regret, but it was clear to see. He swore he had never seen your eyes dim this dark until now.
Your face was burning and you had lost any feeling that you had in your limbs. You cleared your throat before you spoke.
“I’m so sorry, Satoru. That was so stupid I—” you retracted your hands from their place around his neck, bringing them up to your ears to fidget with the jewelry adorning them, a nervous habit that you were sure he was going to tease you about later.
“You don’t have to say it back. If that’s not how you feel, then—”
Gojo was uncharacteristically silent for someone who always seemed to have a witty remark prepared for everything. He wished he had saved all the unnecessary words he’d ever uttered in his life for this moment so that way he’d at least have something to say. Better to say the wrong thing than nothing at all, he supposed.
Say something. Say something, say something, say something.
Finally, the words bubbled up from deep within his chest and tumbled out of his mouth.
“No, baby—please, it’s not that. It’s just,” he paused, attempting to corral his thoughts and connect them with the words that were spilling out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you felt that way.”
A lie, he thought. He knew you loved him. It would take a fool to not notice it. You would not suffer through a bottle of sickly sweet moscato, his favorite, and a Love Island binge on a Tuesday evening if you didn’t love him. Nor would you stay up entirely too late listening to him gush about the little boy he took in all those years ago and how he’s starting to not be so little anymore, how he’s so protective of his sister, how he’s proof that there is still good in the world. 
He would sooner die than admit that the thing that has him so flustered is that he wanted to say it first.
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hiriaeth · 3 months
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en-theos · 7 months
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Why is the majority of Rome and Sparta fanboys so toxic and annoying? Fans of other ancient civilizations are more chill in comparison.
it's the idealization of the west, military fascism and machism. next question
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allucka · 11 months
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i had to doodle a very quick very messy scyros achilles bc im still so mad at brad pitt and troy 2004
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weakenedcrab · 9 months
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listen closely after mccartney says “a noise comes from behind” and you’ll hear the abyss yawn as the veil of reality is opened and shuttered.
maxwell and his silver hammer are both instruments of correction, sent to foil the egregores of man: the student, the teacher, and the judge.
humanity’s crime against nature, the elimination of entropy through civilization, is the subject of the correction that unfolds as maxwell strikes down order’s champions one by one.
the finale pits maxwell against the greatest of these. lesser envoys of the thermodynamic god, rose and valerie from the cult of maxwell, fail against the judge.
maxwell is bested, Chaos is confined, civilization consumes.
the final correction occurs because it can no longer be postponed. Harum is awakened and the necessary cruelty consummated.
on the eve of the deliverance of his verdict the bay between the judge and max is threaded by a needle beyond whose terminals burn worlds past all reckoning.
maxwell performs his final act, the impossibility of which is but a secondary consideration when compared to divergences in that larger protocol exacted by the formal agenda of an absolute destiny.
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luxusdollhouse · 1 year
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The reason scala looked like that when Blaine showed up is because of the industrial revolution and its consequences
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titsoutfornature · 9 months
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the idea that climate change is 100% or mostly caused by fossil fuels and plastic completely misses the point & instills the false belief that infrastructure based on solar or whatever energy will solve everything.
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threecheersslxt · 7 months
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i love Mayday Parade
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er-cryptid · 1 year
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delormad20 · 6 months
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Attendance Prompt 9/11-9/18
"Artists were so generous with their use of lead white that, today, when paintings are X-rayed, its dense outline can form a kind of skeleton within a painting, allowing technicians to see alterations and later additions." (p. 44)
I was not aware of technical work in the art realm. The benefits of X-raying paintings makes me appreciate technology in art restoration and preservation. X-raying art allows one to examine an artist's creative process and identify alterations or additions over time. The combination of science and art here fascinates me. It enhances my appreciation and understanding of art history.
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venovenous · 2 months
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they r trying to get rid of informed consent for trans adults in my state. conservatives are all for liberty and freedom until a tranny wants bodily autonomy.
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61below · 1 year
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On one hand, I love the idea of Hob Gadling being an English Lit professor, bc I can’t imagine he’d have a good time with all the historical inaccuracies that just, inevitably crop up (bc of who tells the story)
BUT.
I would also cherish the thought of a Hob Gadling, wandering through yet another museum with as much enjoyment as a Ren Faire, who vengefully decided to go into academia specifically so he could share what really happened and provide citations.
Just, Professor Gadling pushing out those ‘Re: re: re: Refuting Johnson, Smith, and Avon, et al’ publications and getting into fistfights at conferences and being the kind of lecturer who makes history an immediately relevant, vital thing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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