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What’s your poison?

“Come, join me for a drink.”

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I don’t think talking to your inbox’s going to change anything, but “accidental” assassination might. Do I need to push someone in front of the subway?

“You’re trying to tell me you booked me so last minute that I have to have the photos ready in three days?”

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So the circus came to town early.

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Mommy issues or are you just lonely?: life’s unanswerable questions.

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❝--- So who does a girl have to flash around here to get hard liquor? Asking for a friend. ❞

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“In the third week, a girl stood on the dais, amidst the swords and the woven rugs and gold. She was beautiful, her skin a deep brown, her hair black and gleaming. High on her cheekbone was a spreading bruise where a knuckle had connected. In the twilight, her eyes seemed bruised as well, shadowed as if with Egyptian kohl. 

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‘Briseis,’ she repeated. She was pointing to herself.’” 

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[ college au ] ➼ tsoa chromatic fancast for kamalaskadoosh

amira ahmed as briseis rami malek as patroclus cykeem white as achilles

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Faces of the Trojan War:

Βρισηΐς│Briseis

Briseis lost family, country and freedom when Achilles sacked Lyrnessus where she lived; yet she found her captivity sweet, until the feud between Achilles and Agamemnon, which costed so many lives, made her captive of the latter. Briseis was married to King Mynes  of Lyrnessus. When Achilles sacked Lyrnessus, he slew Briseis’ husband and her three brothers, and brought her to the Achaean camp as her prize and concubine. In retaliation to Achilles’ effort to cease fighting, Agamemnon claimed Briseis from him. She became a major bargaining chip between the two feuding Greeks.

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I want what all men want, I just want it more. You don’t need to fear me, girl. You’re the only Trojan who can say that.

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the song of achilles & the trojan war : dreamcast

sarah bolger as briseis

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MY MASTER THE REBEL PRINCE: BRISEIS, greek mythology mini-fanmix

     a gift for and requested by yam. (♥)

      001. refuge - our lady peace       002. thieves - will driving west         003. rebel prince - rufus wainwright        004. wind in the wires - patrick wolf        005. wine and water - karo

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50 favourite relationships (fictional) | achilles and briseis, troy

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bonfire // childish gambino

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i. The hero was unfaithful- As every creature whose veins carry the golden blood of gods. But he admired me Not for my beauty- there where many faces prettier than mine. He loved me Not for my ancestors’ name- when I first knew him I was in chains. ii. Truth is this story is nothing like romance and beauty and tender looks. This story started with blood and Wrath and dirt and chains; and In blood it ends tonight. iii. He liked me because I was untamed I was doomed I was cruel as only those Favoured by the gods can be. He liked me because I was like him. He saw me slaying weeping animals on Apollo’s altar, with bare hands; he saw me refusing men for I was stronger than them. iv. I put my eyes on him at dawn, his naked body of fair shape and youth dirt in blood of his enemies, my brothers. My sisters said he was a demon. Those who chained me said he was a god. I found a boy, pretty as a flower, savage and cruel like no flower Can be. And I- depreciator of men- I fell for my enemy at dawn. v. He asked me if I was afraid of blood; I answered girls get to know blood far Before boys do. He smiled. I found an equal. We never belonged to each other. We shared our adolescent passion under the walls of Troy. But I loved my city more. And he loved his man most. I admire him For the only love he was able to keep: Achilles loved his Briseis, but Without Patroclus there is no Achilles.

Briseis; the gods bless those who cannot be chained//by: unicornsunderwater

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And what savagery have you reduced me to– That which drips from the tip of canines, that which coils the tongue in preparation of a viper strike – hissing & spitting – stinging all who would question (and venom leaks easy); I’ll pour every inch into a mortar & grind until nothing but dust lines the catacombs of my hollowed heart– (and I shall pray that this is the cure to   ebb the bitter creature that resides within me) .

sdf | savage hearts - vipers & venom