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Something about helen saying she recognizes all the Greek leaders and knows them by name but not finding two, her own brothers, and assuming they didn’t want to bear the embarrassment of being her kin so they stayed at home

And the very next stanza moves to the omniscient and reveals that they are indeed both at home, buried in Sparta

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Thinking about how crazy it is that Lucy's mom just fucking tells Lucy's best friend, oh hey, I'm dying but don't tell my kid.

Like, let's sit here and think about it for a minute, and ignore the fact that like, both women will be dead in about a month from now.

This kind of has the vibe of a tv show plot (which yes, didn't exist when Stoker wrote this), where two people know something and don't tell a third about it. (Yes I realize other mediums exist, but this feels like something that would happen on a long-running tv show.)

Like, imagine Lucy finding out that Mina knew her mother was sick and didn't fucking tell her. Lucy would be pissed. At both of them!

And if memory tells me, Lucy's mom tells everybody but LUCY about this.

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Tuira Kayapó brandished her machete in the face of a government official who was trying to convince indigenous leaders to accept a mega-dam project in the Amazon, 1989

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@massachusetts-official

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No yall don't get it. He named his son "far from war" and then dragged another man's young son who's around the same age as his own to war. Do you get it. Do you see now.

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Tigers with a frozen milk brick on a hot day

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honestly this vase depicting wedding preparations in the pushkin museum is making me insaaaaaaane. the way the bride is looking directly forward at us...the way she's entirely covered up and yet intimately making eye contact with the viewer....if i lived in ancient sicily and owned this vase i would never stop looking at it

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NOOOOO MY ART GOT NUKED

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Crying over these lesbian cats

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Juvenile Mexican free-tailed bat, via

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Juvenile Mexican free-tailed bat, via

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Snake armlet, probably Egypt (Roman Empire), AD 1-100, gold.

Courtesy Alain Truong

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Polyxena

Decorated with low figural reliefs, including funeral rituals and, on the back, a scene interpreted as the sacrifice of Polyxena at the tomb of Achilles by his son Neoptolemos. Discovered during a rescue excavation in 1994 at the Kızöldün tumulus, Gümüşçay district near Biga, Çanakkale province.Ionian Late Archaic, ca. 520/500 BCE, proconnesian marble

Çanakkale Archaeological Museum, Turkey

Polyxena Sarcophagus is a remarkable object as it is one of the earliest stone sarcophagi with figural scenes ever to have been found in Asia Minor. It represents the early example of the Proconnesian marble workshops. It has impressive dimensions of 3.32 meters in length, 1.60 meters in width, and 1.78 meters in height. A whole in the cover of the sarcophagus indicates that it had been robbed in antiquity. Moreover, fragments of a wheeled cart that transported the corpse to the tumulus were discovered beneath the terracotta tiles that surrounded the sarcophagus. Although the figures of the reliefs depict mainly women, the person buried was a 40-year-old man. The reliefs on the sarcophagus show a funerary celebration on three sides, and on the back what is believed to be the sacrifice of Polyxena by Neuptolemos in front of the tomb of his Achilles. (Wikipedia)

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His decadence...........

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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.

the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also