#echo and reflection

[demigods-posts]

i'm one hundred percent certain that after percy and annabeth made out underwater. and he wanted to make their relationship official. the question was not "will you be my girlfriend?" but "can i be your boyfriend?" i don't care what the canon says. percy gave annabeth the space to take the lead in the relationship. because after a lifetime of being abandoned by everyone she dared to care for. and then watching her on the brink of a panic attack at the thought of losing him the last four years. he wanted to honor a new beginning between them by follow her lead and moving at her pace.

[razables]

echoes

create/destroy | corruption

[littlegeecko]

Making sense of it.

[lights-at-night]

narcissus and echo // the silt verses

in order of appearance: the silt verses ch22, ovid's metamorphoses translated by henry t riley, the silt verses ch44, the silt verses ch45p2, the silt verses ch29, the silt verses ch2

[mildeleef]

Day 9: Echoes

Behold this empty husk of a land

[runaria]

有缘千里来相会

Fate brings together those that are a thousand miles apart

[fireboltsystem]

Insys relationships can go so so deep and theyre genuinely like one of the most beautiful things in our life rn. The romantic partnerships the family dynamics the friendships and the aplatonic flavor of amicable respect for the others that all boils down to "You (I, We) are worthy of loving (/respecting) to your (my, our) very core."

[sollucets]

love for love's sake || episode eight

[raintailed]

various overseers for my blorbos :]

Acronym meanings:

???: ??? (this overseer is known as the Guiding Light)

NM: Nine Mushrooms

TQ: Tenebrous Qualia

RWSE: Rooms Where Sounds Echo

WSKR: Wandering Storm, Kingdoms Ruined

ANT: Acidity Near Thresholds

[kat1nkulta]

I hope every Mal du pays echo is a Siffrin from a failed loop. I hope it’s appearance is more than just a metaphor for the loops (and Siffrin’s slipping grasp on their identity). I hope looping leaves behind a phantom self. Can you tell this image lives rent free in my mind

[r0dgerling]

One must imagine Twisted Glisten happy

[preraphaelitepaintings]

Echo and Narcissus

Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849-1917)

Date: 1903

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Collection: National Museums Liverpool, Liverpool, United Kingdom

Description

Narcissus was the son of the river God Cephisus and nymph Lyripe. He was desired by both men and women because of his youthful beauty. One admirer was the young man Aminias. He professed his love for Narcissus but was rejected by him. Aminias later killed himself out of grief and anger, begging the gods to teach Narcissus a lesson. They devised the ultimate revenge.

One day soon after, Narcissus is said to have come across a pool in the woods. When he leant down to drink from it, he saw the most beautiful figure in the water’s reflection. He fell instantly in love with the youth, not realising it was his own reflection. Narcissus ultimately dies from sorrow on the banks of the pool, gazing longingly at his own reflection, heartbroken that his love cannot be returned by his reflection.

[dykethoslab]

the trajectory of understanding someones politics from like two things they say is kind of crazy. iskalls video declaring he will be settling this in the court of law, claiming everyone was being malicious and then deleting any comments questioning him, all point to what kind of audience and community he wants to foster bc all the comments are just misogynistic chuds who are cheering him on. have fun with your dudebro libertarian audience man. when is your right wing grift gonna start.

[neverpathia]

Is the long quiet still British and is shifty still American in sactm?

Here's a thing I like to think about these two. The Long Quiet represents stagnation. Which means she also encapsulates inertia, and by extension, momentum.

I'll just share these quick doodles while I'm at it.

So the Shifting Mound undergoes numerous small but constant changes that make little difference as a whole, yet they perpetually occur nonetheless. Meanwhile, the Long Quiet experiences long stretches where she's essentially the very same thing, but when she does get changed, she changes hard.

Where was I going with that? Absolutely nowhere.

Quiet is British. All her incarnations. The Victim spits "blimey" and "bloody hell" at you. The Dame generously offers you tea and scones. Generally, the Maiden at least acts and sounds like a nice British girl.

The Mound is where things get interesting. He is the entire world map.

Yeah, the Voice of the Huntsman sounds American enough, but the other voices are more...diverse. Superior (Tower) talks like an Asian parent after you bring home a B in math. Revelation (Nightmare) has several different accents layered atop each other in some strange, clinking cacophony. Let's not mention Stranger.

As for the Narrator, he's still British. But not for the reasons you may think.

[notafanbut]

Have binged watched the first 10 episodes, and it is amazing. Beautifully shot and acted. His way of caring for her without making her feel she is a burden. Giving her all the things she feels she doesn't deserve. The bigger bedroom (I want this room), food, soup, dumplings, fireworks, proper coffee....

He knows how he feels, how he has always felt, but doesn't know how she feels, because, actually neither does she consciously.....subconsciously he's her sun, her home, her safe space. She has no issues being around him and considering past interactions with men, that speaks volumes. He uses his cold demeanour and demanding ways to get her to do things - get pizza, come shopping.....

They are an old married couple already.

[spacerockband]

Echo and Narcissus

Her child was born and Liriope was told to never let him discover himself. She warned him of obsession and the way it drives you into yourself, or perhaps away from your true self,  whichever fit the lesson she needed to give.

He grew up never seeing himself in the mirror, moving too quickly past for contemplation. He grew up seeing the girl in the woods follow him, footsteps falling always close behind, a girl who would repeat his words back at him, look just like him. He wished to love her but often found himself unable.  He was not fit for any reflection.  He could not see what anyone else could.

His echo buried herself in his chest and he fell over the lake surface and shattered. In the movement he saw himself  for the first time, for the last time, the water warbling his face with the difference, and on the sandbanks he changed into his own obsession.

When the boy walked home they did not recognize him. So the gods put yellow flowers on his grave  even though he had not died.