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Eros of Ebony by Clark Ashton Smith
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His mouth and brows, capricious,
mingle their honey with a great bitterness;
upon his shoulder, with tightening talons,
there perches a hard-eyed hawk.
Agamemnonby Aiskhylos (tr. Anne Carson)
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Helen who brought ruin to Troy instead of a dowry.
Who would like to live here?
Flowery House of South Kensington
Richelieu: Welcome to my dark and foreboding lair filled with candles in extremely impractical positions
Richelieu: [turns and his cape instantly catches fire]
Just as I was thinking that A-Train was maaaaaybe a little bit redeemable, this episode pulls a full Uno Reverse card on me at the end. Nah, this fucker needs to die <3
WatchingThe Boys isn’t enough. I need to hug Marvin Milk
Kind, wholesome polite king Marvin Milk versus Epitome of toxic masculinity Soldier Boy
Athos: Porthos will never agree to this plan
Aramis: Sure he will
Athos: He already refused three times
Aramis: Okay, watch a master at work
Aramis, turning to Porthos with puppy eyes: Can we-
Porthos:Yes
Finally got my hands on Whitstable Pearl. The first episode was a bit of a drag and a bore but I am on the third episode now and it’s got consistently better. The protagonist, Pearl Nolan, has grown on me. Howard Charles is amazing as usual and it’s a delight to have him on my screen again. I am not a fan of the fridged wife/girlfriend trope giving the male protagonist some convenient Man Pain (even though Howie plays the tormented/suffering soul part tremendously well) and this has been my only major gripe about this otherwise enjoyable show so far.
WatchedWhitstable Pearl episode 2 and #FreeKaneAndDimitri #JusticeForKaneAndDimitri ✊
Treville: We call that a traumatic event
Treville, turning to Athos: Not a “bruh moment”
Treville, turning to Porthos: Not a “major L”
Treville, turning to Aramis: And not an “oof lmao”
Porthos: Why are you all standing on chairs?
D'Artagnan: We’re playing a game
Aramis: Yeah it’s called “D'Artagnan lost the damn spider”
Porthos: [jumps on a chair]
my brother hates the space elevator from toaru so much he sent me this
he finally told me he was proud of me yesterday
after i had given all of myself
searching in other people what he didn’t give me
selling parts of my soul for short lived validation
but you’re proud of me dad?
all that is left of me is my heart in your hands
what i’ve become is great he says
but i look in the mirror
and i see a few strands of hair falling from a broken down body
morsels to appreciate
but finally, he is satisfied
-sundayafternoonsedentary
make me a goddess
shaped out of pure divinity
mold my features so that they appear to kiss the setting sun
search my soul with eyes full of lust, love and wondering
so sweetly set me on your pedestal
displaying my celestial substance for all of the mortal beings to gaze upon
oh lover,
how I miss us
things were simple
the world wasn’t so big
we didn’t have to be anything to impress
it was just you, me, and a sky full of newly named stars
i’ve dreamed of death countless times
oh how i wish to not have woken up in the last moments before my demise
the sweet seconds before a forever peace are whispering to me
taunting me to stumble into deaths eternal embrace
i found myself ripping out my eyelashes
blowing them off my finger
wishing that you would find yourself falling in love with me
hoping that star that i pray to every night
would take pity on me
granting my wishes true
