#diogenes in hell

[swamplatibule]

GAH I am experiencing unnamable emotions so just hold on. just hold on. please. What the fuck

[brotpqueen]

pvp enabled but glad to see just as many people are willing to accommodate OPs request as are trying to chop her (I’m assuming her since that’s what’s on the poll?) fuckin’ head off. We got your tumblr user @swamplevel

had a dream i posted a poll to this blog that was like 'DECIDE MY FUTURE' and the options were 'banishment' 'beheading' 'sent to sea' 'become medieval reenactor' 'titanic' and i was out front trying to desperately rally for being sent to sea when everyone kept voting beheading

[jewishdainix]

"Go to hell" is basic. "I hope someone reblogs your joke tumblr post with a diogenes quote expressing a similar sentiment" is terrifying. Its possible. It happened to me

[sentientballofpeas]

@artemis-dawn8 I heard you were making a list of gimmick blogs? Anyways, here's some more. (Sorry) (part 1)

@bronzong-detector

@randomcryptidencounter

@tag-list-manegment

@the-scrimblifier

@sm64mario

@girl-detector-detected

@medievaljournalist

@jiji-is-blog

@dadquestions

@daily-your-did-it

@tdorcs

@patricia-nixon-official

@nixon-official

@the-daylight-detector

@post-dragonifier

@definetly-eggo-waffles

@gimmickygimickblog

@kasaneteto-official

@theincrediblytalentedziggy

@post-licker

@dyktvideogamesfx

@colormush

@youtubeminuscontent

@minecraft-out-of-context

@assigning-pokemon

@the-everything-remover

@kyubeys-contract

@gimmick-blog-reviewer

@the-frightening-ghoul

@the-anon-scp-confessions

@amen-break-detector

@miku-detector

@its-target-official

@hells-corprate-officail

@ilookforbubbles

@keke-is-blog

@is-it-the-ides-of-march

@spell-unlocked

@girl-detector-detector

@girl-detector-detector-detector

@dissapointed-by-lack-of-soup

@is-the-post-relliable

@picrew-chainer

@i-say-waa

@penguin-detector

@vowelremover

@worm-on-a-blog

@broadway-official

@tomscottnumber

@for-real-the-sky

@snackgenerator

@lxde-official

@haiku-bot-human-version

@thebabycup

@silly-poll-blog

@jet2-official

@crab-thief

@the-gimmick-pharmacists

@animal-families-tournaments

@diogenes-is-it-a-man

@horse-detector

@identifying-uk-trains-in-posts

@we-love-garlic

@a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay

@google-maps-unofficial

@starmod

@another-gimmick-therapist

@the-gimmick-doctor-real

@rathalloffame

@fool-counter

@shattered-moon-crystalis

@weezer-detector

@reactionimagesdaily

@place-an-ice-cube-on-a-burger

@into-the-timeloop-i-went

@cactus-detector

@detector-of-things

@vote-to-note-ratio

@om-nom-detector

@foreign-planet-chaldeas

@gimmick-unremover

@the-great-old-one

@ratligion-official

@baba-is-blog

@animal-vegetable-or-mineral

@alphabetizing-posts

@your-fave-as-owl

@saltwater-spotter

@the-planet-vulcan

@ask-the-rat

@mother-of-evil-chaos

@tagswoman

@asexual-official

@snailifier

@real-hellstar-remina

@fakenewsfactcheck

@oxygen-officially

@lead-official

@atlanta-city-official

@new-update-s-today

@saivior-pallas-official

@rooksbury-real

@official-rhode-island

@silly-detector

@o-s-t—d-e-u-c-h-l-a-n-d

@contextfreepatentart

@curse-of-gimmick

@in-real-life-moon

@real-yucous-ghe

@through-bats-eyes

@diomena-daughter-of-callisto

@the-real-chipotle

@the-gimmick-cryptozoologist

@useless-catalanfacts

@newsverse-camera-crew

@vortexlabs

@official-crab-posts

@hedgehog-detector

@foxpost-generator

@actually-gort

@phicton-of-grandeur

@mozilla-firefox

@the-gimmick-carpenter

@true-blue-straya3

@ogle-official

@doctor-for-spaceverse-gimmicks

@the-ghost-of-a moons-light

@amalthea-moon-of-jupiter

@whale-shark-detector

@blue-marble-earth

@incomprehensible-deity-of-void

@de-haj-theve

@empire-russia-real

@koenigreich-preussen-real

@denmark-norway-real

@polish-hungarian-cw-real

@a-literal-rat

@major-tom-official

@dude-the-ancient-dragon

@apollohour

@actual-god

@samephotoofswslink

@bell-detector

@wildcard-completionist

@squiddo-but-everywhere

@officially-7-eleven

@spinning-dial-official

@official-blahaj-posts

@o70-anon

@red-rotary-dial

@gimmick-explainer

@polls-everyday

@irrelevant–wikipedia-articles

@why-ask-eve

@satan-official

@post-detector

@jeopardy-evil

@telangana-official

@achievement-g3t

@civillisation-updates

@the-actual-catacombs

@just-a-gravastar

@wormed-hole

@the-narrator-news-network

@the-newest-official

@the-scp-news

@wikipedia

@the-evil-lgbtq-foundation

@girl-detector

@official-norway

@the-officialest-news

@autism-detector

@the-official-news

@windows11-official

@therealgodofficial

@the-gimmick-demonn

@miranda-moon-mira

@brown-dwarf-lover

@added-context-readers

@heraldryandemvlemwars

@things-that-are-not-true

@the-real-new-york

@the-identifier

@decontextifier

@nebula-police

@council-of-nebulae

@aussieaspecforces

@museum-place-of-guys

@the-trappist-1-h

@oort-could-official

@mh-a-day

@scattered-disk

@vocabulary-altering-posts

@the-real-nether

@planet-cubed

@notadwarf

@dysnomia-of-eris

@official-romania-account

@the-mage-of-the-hanged

@shadowbanned-stupid

@gaia-bh1-a

@officially-estonia

@stella-the-bartender

@gaia-bh1-b

@your-fave-had-a-divorce

@centrum-1894b

@milkblackoutpoetry

@the-incorrect-dictionary

@kepler-22b-research-labratory

@network-rail

@polyduces-of-saturn

@haumea-of-wizardry

@cute-simile--gimmick

@spaghetti-o-detector

@i-say-your-mom

@thegimmickexplorer

@unofficial-oviraptors

@femboy-community-notes

@i-assign-dnd-alignments-to-posts

@tethys-for-real

@4-vesta-official

@prospero-official

@neuro-officially

@the-elders-realm

@does-this-require-cynobacteria

@thecoffeeanon

@british-rail

@posts-from-anon

@snomba-has-blog

@snomchievment-unlocked

@posts-without-the-letter-e

@sol-lll-official

@encedalus-totally

@official-graveyard-posts

@hate-anon-but-better

@shitty-sheep

@goo-glart-official

@randomalienencounter

@the-sniffer

@sniffer-of-gimmicks

@achievement-achievement-unlocked

@gimmickthiefthiefthiefthiefthief

@space-is-tasty

@primium-the-planet

@centers-for-disease-control

@inevitable-decay

@voices-of-amora-elzin-and-marisa

@the-ancient-night

@the-universe-itself

@british-rail-official

@meecrosoft-word-art

@national-rail

@the-rain-official

@exoplanet-iras-here

@karl-marx-official

@65803-didymos

@rosette-nebula-real

@helium-5-raidioactive

@helium-3-real

@oganesson-real

@i-hate-same-pic-rick-roll

@youareanidiot-official

@polonium-official

@6th-element

@flourine-9th-element

@officially-plutonium

@bat-detector

@official-answer

@the-asteroid-ida

@official-artifact-stealer

@6-hebe

@hellsite-detective

@umbriel-official

@libra-official

@the-astral-thief

@thephantomrickroller

@the-rat-detector-couple-the-1st

@the-little-bear-in-the-stars

@whiny-bitch-detector

@gliese-436-red-dwarf

@official-planet-of-internet

@ariel-the-imoral-girl-of-magic

@the-ringless-saturn

@idontrateyourposts

@helium-real

@the-delaware-official

@copper-official

@fish-detector-the-second

@thepersonofthewatervase

@which-is-the-very-best

@the-astral-twins

@iapetus-totally

@chixulub-impactor-official

@alhena-gemini

@new-caledonia-anarchy

@the-5th-gas-giant-official

@definetly-not-an-orange-lollipop

@theendlesseris

@is-silksongg-released-yet

@the-official-vine

@pintrest-officila

@cute-aggression-official

@autismswagsummit

@tree-un-detector

@trappist-1-f

@duck-detector

@best-tournament-blog-bracket

@orca-detector-detector

@the-cervantes-system

@ask-time-itself

@the-blahaj

@moon-detector

@detector-detector-squared

@lightkepler

@quaor-official

@the-j1407b

@unofficially-arkansas

@pluto-offical

@the-sol-sun-fr

@x-dot-com-unofficial

@hungry-hungry-blackhole

@blatentmisinformation

@unofficial-saturn

@pea-detector

@the-assigner-of-gimmicks

@constelation-crux-official

@certified-door-posts

@the-friendly-neighbourhood-anon

@flute-official-2

@flute-official

@chapel-hill-nc-real

@totally-durham-nc

@the-grammar-ruiner

@cat-thievery

@dark-matter-official

@the-dwarf-planet-eris

@im-canis-minor

@i-give-olms-to-people

@the-star-mimosa

@truly-pluto

@nutopia-official

@gimmickverse-animation

@totally-the-moon-oculus

@really-a-vampire

@mitros-and-situ

@the-actual-ocean

@all-turtles-are-magenta-actually

@anonymous-real

@the-universe-devs

@real-zoozve

@legit-moth

@sclera-officially

@everyone-must-enjoy

@platonic-solid-finder

@brainfuck-official

@vitreous-officialy

@40-eridani-stars

@axolotl-detector

@irl-loading-screens

@autism-official

@snailspng

@gimmick-knight

@europa-official

@detector-detector

@i-am-a-hammer-head-shark

@list-of-not-ominous-threats

@totally-texas

@northern-fail

@totally-the-real-pices

@isitfridayyet

@useless-polls

@mid-maryland

@wed-bed-behead-your-fave

@the-grammar-fixer

@east-germany-official

@official-stopandshop

@thequeryqueen

@autismfaceinc

@out-n-in-official

@theworseshitpostcaligrapher

@lorax-official

@the-real-dragon-god

@republic-of-cascadia

@irespondbees

@therapist-for-spaceverse-gimmick

@redundant-ominous-threats

@law-of-ominous-threats

@the-real-apple-mail

@gimmick-cannibals

@yeah-im-scorpio

@luxembourg-real

@things-that-are-weezer-blue

@welsh-dragon-official

@hygeia-official

@i-squish-your-fave

@alternia-official

@same-pic-of-a-goose-everyday

@official-state-of-idaho

@totally-etsy

@hoodies-official

@the-bible-translated

@the-haunted-forest

@the-fake-yahoo-mail

@utah-official

@officialscpfoundation

@the-name-gifter

@pokemonbattletournament

@the-smile-foundation

@small-potato

@overstimulation-da-emotion

@not-a-mothman

@official-level-5

@pressxtosetfree

@the-prophet-gimmick

@reallybadblackoutpoems

@totally-legit-brazil-blog

@relevant-mtg-cards

@i-eat-random-stuff

@the-gimmick-secret-agent

@unofficially-grammarly

@the-maybe-real-05-council

@opposum-detector

@the-name-stealer

@planet-of-cataclysm

@post-antonyms

@god-for-real

@other-german-confed-majors

@discord-real

@givingyouarandompathogen

@is-it-super-effective

@official-macula

@trumpet-official

@the-actual-las-nevadas

@wind-turbines-official

@the-real-uranus

@annoying-uwu-anon

@doyoulikethis-videogame-song

@whereisgem

@angry-inc

@idaho-official

@new-york-unoficial

@community-notes-real

@polish-lithuanian-cw-real

@mississippi-official

@officially-monaco

@timefromimage

@useless-walesfacts

@i-eat-your-thumbs

@shark-detector

@keytar-official

@solar-panel-official

@obviously-mojang

@algeria-realy-official

@microbes-in-hats

@hasglavebockenburntdownyet

@sillylittleanon

@the-film-theory

@officially-hungary

@actually-the-ussrs-ask-blog

@tenessee-officially

@rick-roller

@french-horn-official

@not-really-kansas-city

@temporarily-moon-two

@mumbai-official

@stitchposts

@starry-unofficial

@real-boeing-757

@organic-blazing

@the-last-ominous-threat

@05-council-unofficial

@anti-gimmick-thceif

@satan-official-account

@definitley-circle-k

@promise-anon

@officially-lowes

@the-gimmick-criminal

@the-real-planet-x

@the-moon-called-cyst

@spider-colon-3-corp

@official-wales

@gimmick-spy

@kahoot-official

@slurps-soup

@olympia-official-thx

@earth-glitches-always

@i-detect-rickrolls

@country-pride-flags

@the-analyzer

@stare-inc

@official-spellcasting-posts

@iris-gemini-home-entertainment

@solar-system-developer

@suspicious-salmon-handler

@officially-gender

@iku-spotted

@the-greek-chorus

@ratethepost

@gimmick-thief-thief-thieft-hief

@wholesomepostarchive

@official-water-detector

@iris-ghe

@the-void-anon

@the-paper-star-anon

@the-real-atlus-for-real

@official-lichtenstein

@nostalgianemojis

@distress-corp

@the-velvet-room-real

@reverse-poster

@happyinc

@totally-the-uac

@mammalidentifier

@archive-of-days

@mary-bell-radiation-authority

@thevoidofficial

@blog-blocking-service

@the-bitey-anon

@the-paperstar-anon

@the-pointing-anonv2

@scp-trading-card-game

@leprechaun-stealerofgold

@the-gimmick-hospital

@ethics-snom

@the-enchanting-table

@the-gimmick-judge

@firefox-unofficial

@the-gimmick-defence-attourney

@the-real-atlantic-ocean

@scp--096

@scp-05-council

@scp–294

@real-chicago

@real-norwayantarcticterritories

@theprovinceofaspecofficial

@the-magic-vending-machine

@the-missing-gods

@thelostcity-atlantis

@seemingly-random-rants

@the-gimmick-executioners

@galapagos-islands-notreal

@santi-the-theory-guy

@i-am-official-spider

@the-economy

@i-cover-things-in-sand

@officially-triton

@scp-or-dread-power

@voice-in-the-shadows

@kharak-the-skeleton

@evilorcadetector

@orca-detector

@gt-live

@the-gimmick-police

@desmos-calculator

@sirius-a--star

@totally-manilla-phillipines

@really-the-lunar-capital

@sunnyd-seltzer-real

@heavens-angels-official

@the-dust-among-the-stars

@the-official-netherlands

@the-same-moss-everyday

@officialcalifornia

@totally-callisto

@baby-france-very-official

@city-of-london-official

@definitely-zen-browser

@gimmickblog-posts

@covering-posts-in-brachs

@official-bulgaria

@identifying-cellphones-in-posts

@ask-wakling-mushroom

@officially-taurus-2

@official-asexual-posts

@cat-face-inc

@green-anon-real

@ancient-greece-official

@realm-of-clouds

@skull-company

@ancient-india-officially

@cracker-barrel

@arizona-official

@depot-of-homes

@loss-detector

@goose-detector

@washington-official

@official-margate

@disability-submarine-fleet

@thetimelooper

@the-official-church-of-santa

@the-gimmick-oracle

@the-eastern-orthodox-church-3

@sleep-finder

@the-pope-official

@mischief-colon-3-inc

@city-of-chicago-il-real-trust

@earth-updates-today

@skanetrafiken-official

@the-void-unoffical

@actually-titan

@spongebobheritageposts

@im-jesus

@queen-eliz-2

@theme-song-giver

@same-pic-of-fire-everyday

@soverign--state-of-britan

@the-state-of-california

@x3-inc

@stare-into-the-abyss

@evil-apple-mail

@wildoshaviolations

@frown-inc

@neutral-inc

@real-ikea-bag

@radamanthusofficial

@embarrased-inc

@smileinc

@class-dojo-officially

@gimmick-irs

@unofficial-finch-app

@fake-news-real

@mozilla-thunderbird

@greenland-official

@evilmathsuggestions

@actually-cuba

@gimmick-chemist

@email-ensemble

@obviously-luxembourg

@doyoulikethissong-poll

@saturn-official

@finding-lemon-in-posts

@definitely-minnesota

@soviet-state-of-new-york

@iceland-the-official

@proton-mail-official

@the-kingdom-of-sweden

@tomboy-hooters-official

@the-evil-yahoo-mail

@the-real-yahoo-mail

@where-is-moon-big

@gensokyo-officially

@totally-malaysia

@the-real-mexico

@multiverse-anon

@temmie-da-anon

@ocprompts

@tamrockets-wobuffet

@your-fav-isnt-divorced

@musical-posts

@hitboxesonstockimages

@destiel-news-network

@arkansasbutreal

@giant1v1poketourny

@text-colourer

@gimmickbloghunter-hunter

@gimmickbloghunterhunter

@thesaurus-official

@is-this-shakesperean-accurate

@britishcolumbiannosecandy

@ask-paranoia-duo

@whataburger-possibly-official

@city-of-boston-real

@unofficialirs

@i-study-anons

@pizza-hut-official

@thegendertheif

@almost-correct-quotes

@dailypokemoncrochet

@your-dewey-decimal-number-is

@crab-misinformation

@the-nevada

@michigan-the-state

@god-of-s2upid

@evergladesofflorida

@cleveland-city

@columbus-official

@south-dakota-unofficial

@literally-just-a-fish

@canada-official

@the-danny-devito-ifier

@truncated-decachoron

@secretly-a-puca

@lets-play-tag

@reassurance-bucket-everyday

@fuck-garlic

@official-olm-posts

@the-official-uk-of-britan

@europe-official

@radiation-detector-official

@macys-official

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@the-russia

@estonia-officially

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@france-the-third

@newlondon-dweller

@characters-with-garlic-bread

@lubin-official

@lightbulb-the-great

@totally-normal-seal

@secretly-a-goose

@rhode-island-real

@locibarpulo-offical

@official-michigan-posts

@sussex-official

@rate-my-reptile

@therickrolldetector

@im-coles-trust

@isetpostsonfire

@australia--official

@identifying-planes-in-posts

@real-karakalpakstan

@greyhound-official

@fistfulls-of-cilantro

@the-hugger

@chess-rook

@jesus-official

@i-am-the-long-finned-pilot-whale

@the-very-unofficial-ussr

@judas-officially

@an-ordinary-phillipines-official

@the-austro-hungarian-empire

@totally-ironland

@fake-post-archive

@unofficially-screaming

@austria-hungary-bosnia-real

@mythicinc-official

@identifingbirdsinposts

@the-all-consuming

@localairport

@random-askbox-shit

@kentucky-unofficially-official2

@scrubthedaddy-official

@free-post-store

@crabslist

@officially-bavaria

@cat-spotted

@identifying-horses-in-posts

@illinos-no-more-wasps

@the-biter-anon

@searszofficial

@thekingdomofserbscroatsandslovenes

@north-dakota-unofficial

@the-us-navy-official

@hawaii-official

@the-real-liquid-death

@invisible-man-official

@montanaofficial

@fistfulls-of-basil

@marioheritageposts

@am-i-a-crab

@totally-czechosolvakia

@manjaro-official

@official-saxony

@otter-of-chaos-official

@pokemon-cards-hourly

@aromantic-navy

@daily-grian

@tree-detector

@queerslurheritageposts

@biblepercent

@the-real-aromantic-fbi

@homestuck-word-counter

@words-in-the-bible

@quebec-official

@similar-blog-showdown

@argentinium-47

@pdf-official

@diogenes-totally-real

@miku-spotted

@officialtinder

@real-minnesota-state

@the-ottoman-empire-for-real

@the-gimmick-scientist

@the-republic-of-california-fr-fr

@the-real-virginia

@drawing-prompt-s

@beepostsdaily

@louisiana-official

@subway-for-real

@woolworths-the-official

@neru-spotted

@wittywords

@scp-foundation-country

@your-gimmick-has-been-stolen

@the-united-states-justice-system

@jesus-christ-official

@the-real-nevada

@new-mexico-official

@in-n-out-burger-unofficial

@ifitwasediblewouldyoueatit

@bit-sad-innit-bruv

@pngblog

@real-britishantarcticterritories

@theveryofficialgermany

@anti-timeloop-police

@this-much-pink

@the-official-italy

@the-gimmick-reaper

@new-jersey-official

@british-museum-unofficial

@aro-culture-is

@described-posts

@lake-michigan-officially

@kansas-official

@kidnaps-you

@journeys-official

@totally-china-squaredd

@the-only-ontario

@in-the-bible

@hellsite-protiens

@icelandic-slwnderwoman

@the-m-e-a-t

@the-real-o5-6

@a-cats-blog

@i-am-the-crab

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·—The TRIO!!—·🗣️🗣️🗣️

Could be less bothered to (properly) draw Glass in this.

-One would think Diogenes is the most normal of the three dummies. But they've been around [REDACTED]/shaw/whatever the hell you wanna call them/ long enough to probably pick up on their bullshit.

-They'd rather die than admit it.

-Also, sorry for the low quality lol

[gemsofgreece]

Origins of Modern Greek folk sayings

NOTE: By "origins" here I do not mean absolute exact origin as this would be impossible to know. It rather signifies the likely first documented usage of the saying in the Greek literary heritage.

Ένα χελιδόνι (ή ένας κούκος) δεν φέρνει την άνοιξη. Meaning: A single swallow (or a single cuckoo) does not bring the spring. This is where the english idiom "one swallow does not a summer make" come from as well. Origin: Μία χελιδὼν ἔαρ οὐ ποιεἶ ( A single swallow does not create the spring) - Nicomachean Ethics, Aristotle (384 - 322 BC). Aristotle said this phrase inspired by one of Aesop's tales (620 - 564 BC).

Το ένα χέρι νίβει το άλλο. Meaning: Each hand washes the other. It exists in English as well as in other languages, spread through Latin "Manus manam lavat". Origin: ἁ δὲ χεὶρ τὰν χεῖρα νίζει - Epicharmus, 5th century BC.

Ό,τι σπείρεις θα θερίσεις. Meaning: You will reap what you sow. Widespread proverb. Origin: Εί κακά τις σπείραι κακά κέρδια αμήσειν (If one sows bad things, he will reap bad things) - Hesiod (~ 750 - 650 BC).

Κάλλιο να σε ζηλεύουνε παρά να σε λυπούνται Meaning: It's better to be envied than to be pitied by others. Origin: κρέσσον γὰρ οἰκτιρμοῦ φθόνος (for envy is better than pity) - Pindar, (~ 518 –  438 BC).

Έπαθε και έμαθε Meaning: He suffered so he learned Origin: τὸν πάθει μάθος (the suffering becomes a lesson) - Aeschylus (~ 525 - 455 BC)

Μη με συγχίζεις Meaning: Don't confound me, meaning "don't make me upset" Origin: μή μοι σύγχει - Homer (8th century BC)

Μη με σκοτίζεις Meaning: "Don't put me in the dark" meaning "don't annoy / bother me" Origin: Αποσκότησον με ("Get me out of the dark" AKA the notorious "Don't hide the sun and gtfo" line) - Diogenes to Alexander the Great

βίος αβίωτος Meaning: "Unlivable life", unbearable life Origin: Ἀβίωτον ζῶμεν βίον (We live an unlivable life) - Philemon (362 BC – c. 262 BC)

Ἐχει και του πουλιού το γάλα Meaning: "It even has the bird's milk" meaning it has anything you can imagine Origin: δώσομεν ὑμῖν γάλα τ᾽ ὀρνίθων (We will give you even the milk of birds / hens) - Aristophanes (446 - 386 BC)

Άει στον κόρακα Meaning: Go to the crow, an equivalent of "go to hell" Origin: ἔρρʼ ἐς κόρακας! (go to the crows) - standard phrase, frequently used by Aristophanes

Κάθε αρχή και δύσκολη Meaning: Every beginning is also difficult Origin: Αρχή δήπου παντός έργου χαλεπωτέρα (the beginning of every project is the hardest) - ancient saying

Η αλήθεια είναι πικρή Meaning: Truth is bitter Origin: ἔχει τι πικρὸν ὁ τῆς ἀληθείας λόγος (there is something bitter in the words of truth) - Demades (380 - 318 BC)

Η αλήθεια δεν κρύβεται Meaning: Truth cannot be hidden Origin: Ἀδύνατον τ' ἀληθές λαθεῖν (It is impossible to hide the true thing) - Menander (342 - 291 BC)

Φοβάται και την σκιά του Meaning: He's even afraid of his shadow (used when someone is afraid all the time) Origin: τὴν αὐτοῦ σκιὰν δέδοικεν (he's afraid of his own shadow) - Aristophanes (446 - 386 BC)

Καμιά δουλειά δεν είναι ντροπή Meaning: No job is shameful Origin: Έργον δ' ουδέν όνειδος - Hesiod (~ 750 - 650 BC)

Χτίζεις στην άμμο Meaning: You build in the sand, meaning you're doing something pointless, that will be ruined or over very soon. Origin: Εἰς ψάμμον οἰκοδομεῖς - Plutarch (46 - 119 AD)

[ni-idea-07]

my greatest pride.

TW: semi-illegal adoption (?), mentions of child selling, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of other disorders like Diogenes syndrome and sociopath, mentions of murder. My first language is not English.

So enjoy.

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A few years ago Hannibal was on a hunt, his target was a social service worker he had met at a charity event.

There were rumors about this woman taking children and selling them to powerful people. But Hannibal wasn't interested in that.

He just wanted to enjoy a big feast from this woman.

It wasn't hard to find her at a 24 hour store and it wasn't hard to invite her to a "dinner" at his house either. The woman looked nervous but she accepted.

No one could deny the charm and charisma of Dr. Lecter.

He killed her easily, the less the animal suffered, the softer the meat was.

The next step was to eliminate evidence.

He arrived at the woman's house, erased and eliminated all evidence that the two of them met. Until he heard a noise in the attic. Hanibal prepared his scalpel, ready to kill whoever tried to interrupt one of his perfect crimes.

He slowly climbed up to the attic and saw you. Dirty, unkempt and scared.

You were only 3 or 4 years old. You trembled when he approached and put a hand in your hair.

You reminded him of Misha. You were so adorable that his cold heart could feel after a long time.

–"come here little swan"– he said as he approached you and picked you up.

You were so light and the way your little hands grabbed his plastic suit made him completely fall in love.

Hannibal took you to his house, bathed you and dressed you in one of his best t-shirts – tomorrow he would buy clothes for you and in your size – he also prepared a nice dinner for you. A nice pumpkin soup with cheese was the best idea, it was very cold. He didn't make dessert since he had read an article recently about how children from 0-5 years old shouldn't try sweets.

When he finished helping you eat he washed the dishes and carried you. He thought it would be a good idea for you to sleep next to him. You were a little girl and you had just come out of a traumatic event.

He carried you while he saw what book he could read to you. He noticed that you grabbed one and smiled

–"what a cute thing."– he smiled when he saw that you grabbed the book 'Hell', one of the trilogy of 'The Divine Comedy'.

Hannibal read it to you, you probably wouldn't understand the difficult words in the book, but you fell asleep when he barely finished the first song.

He closed the book. And he helped you sleep on your side, he did his best to make you comfortable and well covered.

He got out of bed and checked the file he had grabbed from the house of the deceased social worker.

You came from troubled parents, your father was an alcoholic and your mother had Diogenes syndrome. You were malnourished and curled up in a pile of cardboard when the police found you. They had arrived because one of the neighbors had reported the large accumulation of trash in the snow.

They were going to take you to an orphanage But apparently the social worker was going to sell you and that's why you didn't make it to the orphanage where they placed you.

It didn't matter.

Hannibal took care of you and taught you for years, he knew you weren't like normal children.

Maybe because you spent more than 2 months in a dirty attic when you were 4 years old, maybe because he spoiled you too much. Or maybe it was just because you were a smart girl.

But when you were 8 was where he saw the first sign. He accompanied you to the park and one of the kids you were playing with fell off one of the playground equipment and screamed in pain, possibly breaking his leg.

You looked at him and then turned around to find another kid to play with.

You acted so cold and unsympathetic for a few seconds and then smiled again when you found another group of kids to play with.

Hannibal watched your reaction with great interest. It wasn't so much the lack of empathy that caught his attention (he had noticed before that you weren't like other kids) but the ease with which you changed from a blank expression to a radiant smile when you found a new playgroup. That mask of normality you had built up at such a young age fascinated him.

After making sure the injured child got help and diverting any unwanted attention, he approached you.

–"Little swan, come here."– His voice was soft, enveloping, like the sound of a delicately played violin.

You ran to him with the same energy as any other little girl happy to see her father. He lifted you into his arms and, as he settled you on his lap, his dark eyes analyzed yours. They were bright, innocent at first glance, but he saw beyond that.

–"Didn't you worry about the boy?"– he asked, his tone neutral, inquisitive.

You tilted your head, as if his question made no sense.

–"It wasn't my problem"– you said naturally.

Hannibal felt a strange satisfaction listening to you. He stroked your hair carefully, almost proudly.

–"Of course it wasn't."– he confirmed, approving your answer.

From that day on, he began to observe you more closely. He taught you more precisely, making sure to polish what he saw as a diamond in the rough.

By the time you were ten, you had already read more books on philosophy and psychology than most adults. You could recite whole verses from The Divine Comedy and discuss Dostoevsky's moral dilemmas effortlessly.

But what Hannibal was most proud of was your ability to adapt. At school, you played at being a common girl, sweet and polite. Teachers adored you, children sought you out. But at home, in the safety of his presence, you let your mask fall.

You didn't hide anything from him, Hannibal had raised you with respect and some form of "love." You respected him, trusted him, and loved him.

–"My dear. Do you have something to tell me?"

Hannibal held up a piece of cloth where you had kept the stuffed body of the colorful bird that one of Hannibal's "lovers" had given you.

–"I've seen several taxidermy videos and researched a lot on the subject"– you replied.

–"And that brings us to..."– he raised his eyebrow, intrigued to know your motives.

–"You're touching your Father's Day gift."

He was silent for a few seconds and then gave you back the dead animal, wondering what he would do now with the empty cage.

Hannibal and you talked every day, it was no secret to you where the meat you ate came from, so it was no secret to him either, your impulsive thoughts and the little (no) empathy you had.

When you turned 17 you wanted to surprise Hannibal, you had been accepted into one of the best universities in Europe, but you knew that was partly thanks to the reputation of 'Dr. Lecter'.

You wanted to surprise your father.

Hannibal noticed that you were different, you hid something from him and that scared him.

But he decided to give you your space, Hannibal was always on your side and you on his, you were a duo, father and daughter.

You couldn't just leave him like that.

He looked down on one of the teachers who made your life miserable and treated you badly.

It wouldn't matter if the chemistry teacher disappeared a quarter before you graduated, right?

But when he went hunting he didn't find him, the jerk was nowhere to be found, not at home, nor did he teach at school again.

But one night after dinner you smiled at him when he asked about his birthday present.

That cute smile you had, so adorable that only you possessed.

–"You'll see, you'll like it."

Then on his birthday you insisted that he go with you to the forest.

You were driving and turned on loud music, you didn't want him to hear what was in the trunk of the car.

–"Happy birthday, father!"– you smiled after showing him what you had saved for him.

It was the man Hannibal wanted to kill, this man was tied up and gagged. Still alive.

Oh wow. As smart as a lynx.

–"I could tell you were following him and I wanted to make a piece for you. I want you to see the process."– you smiled excitedly as you put on a plastic suit similar to the one your father wore and a hairnet.

It may have taken you two or three hours, but you did it.

You created beautiful art with that man. You changed his limbs into branches, you tore out his eyes and then put daisies in their sockets.

It seemed like someone had been planning this for weeks.

You were so clean, so spectacular.

And you still had that cute smile that melted the cannibal's heart. That sweet smile that reminded him of when you gave him the first drawing you made a week after he legally adopted you.

When you were done you took out the heart and put it in a cooler, you already had all the ingredients for today's dinner.

Hannibal was never as proud as he was until now. He took one last look at your art before he got back into the car.

The FBI would definitely have a lot of work tomorrow.

He felt so happy, he had a great daughter. He felt happy, happy that he had killed several social workers who wanted to refuse to give him custody of you. Happy that he had eliminated the school psychologists who discovered your little secret.

Happy that despite everything he did for you, it was confirmed that you would do it for him too.

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I apologize for the shortness of this story, lately I've been preparing for the return to school and I've also been organizing other things since I'm taking a course on applying eyelashes.

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May Prompts (20) Do-Over

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 20)

Summary: Rosie comes home in the middle of the night, and realises that her parents have kept a horrible secret from her.

Twenty Years Old

I tried my best to be quiet when I locked myself in at three in the morning. The intended sleepover at Clare’s had ended abruptly, when her brother had stumbled in around midnight and broken two of his fingers when he tried to find his way in the dark. Being familiar with injuries of all kinds, I insisted on accompany him and a rather hysterical Clare to the closest A&E. That sorted, I decided to go home. Clare’s parents, who had attended a party, were summoned to the hospital as well, and my services weren’t needed anymore. 

When I heard muffled sounds from the living room, I was puzzled. I couldn’t quite discern if one of my parents was talking on the phone, or if they were talking to each other. And then I heard sobbing. Dad. I froze and all kinds of thoughts soared around in my mind.

Had anyone died? Nana? Pops or Granny? 

I didn’t even dare thinking about uncle Myc or Molly. Papa’s words stopped me from opening the door and inquire. His voice was thick with emotions, clearly crying himself.

“I’m sorry, John. I wish she’d never been born!”

The last sentence was delivered with passion and venom.

Who the hell was he talking about?

“It’s not your fault, my love,” Dad croaked. “You didn’t remember her. She knew what she was doing. Stop blaming yourself.”

“But you’re still suffering, and it’s been years,” Papa protested, the devastation pouring out of his voice.

“Only a vicious nightmare because of the events earlier today, Sherlock. She can’t harm us anymore now,” Dad soothed. “Let’s go back to bed.”

I exhaled shakily, only then realising I’d been holding my breath for too long. Slowly, I ascended to my room, knowing that sleep wouldn’t grace me with its presence tonight. Only one option, then.

Are you available? Need to talk. I’m home.

A car will pick you up in twenty minutes. UM

***

No sounds were coming from Dad and Papa’s bedroom when I snuck down the stairs twenty minutes later. A nondescript driver nodded at me when I slid into the back seat of one of my uncle’s cars. I was surprised to see that the car stopped outside uncle Myc’s house and not the Diogenes Club. I suddenly felt bad for interrupting his sleep.

“No need to apologise, Rosamund,” uncle Myc assured me before I’d even said a word. “We had just woken up. Gregory was called away to a crime scene.”

“Right. Perhaps for the best,” I said hesitantly, while I curled up in one of the comfortable armchairs.

“Your parents don’t know you’re here,” he stated.

“No. Hopefully I managed to sneak out soundlessly. I…overheard something when I came home. Unexpectedly. I was supposed to spend the night at Clare’s, but a trip to the A&E put a stop to that,” I sighed.

Uncle Myc cocked an eyebrow at the mentioning of the hospital.

“Clare’s brother. Broken fingers. She went hysterical, so I…”

“You took it upon yourself to accompany them. Being a comforting presence. Just like your father,” he summarised.

Despite my distress, I had to chuckle a bit. I wondered if he was aware of how much he reminded me of Papa in such moments. Probably, I concluded.

I gave him a clinical summary of what I’d heard back at 221B. He inhaled sharply and clenched the armrests so hard his knuckles whitened. His eyes closed and a pained expression manifested on his face. Years of practise paid off because when he opened his eyes again, he was his normal calm self. 

He told me about his and Papa’s sister Eurus and what she’d done as a child and that she’d been locked up at a place called Sherrinford. I was shocked beyond belief, and braced myself when uncle’s look got even more sombre, after he’d uttered the words: “and then she managed to escape.”

“Dad was trapped in that well, and Papa…”

I had a hard time grasping all this mind-blowing and horrific information.

“Yes,” uncle interrupted.

There was no need to tell that tale one more time.

“So, why now, do you think? Dad’s nightmare, I mean.”

“Ah, yes. I got a call from Sherrinford yesterday. Eurus fell into a coma. She never woke and died a few hours later. We all went there yesterday to confirm and bury her,” he told me and clenched his jaw tight.

She was his little sister, I thought, and tears started to stream down my cheeks.

“Don’t,” he said fiercely when I was about to rise and go over to hug him. 

“But, uncle Myc, she was your…”

“She was a predator, a manipulator, a cold-blooded killer. Eurus stopped being my baby sister long ago, Rosamund, and I’m glad she’s dead. It means that one of the heavier burdens I’ve been forced to bear, is finally lifted off my shoulders.”

“I still want to hug you,” I whispered. “We could both need one, I think.”

Uncle Myc stood and opened his arms. He held me tight, and I buried my nose in his chest and inhaled the familiar scent of his luxurious aftershave.

“Thank you for keeping us safe,” I murmured and rubbed his back.

“A privilege, my dear,” he assured me with a steady voice. “The guest room is ready for you. No need to go back to Baker Street at this hour.”

“How can anyone think of you as a heartless person, Mycroft Holmes?” I asked fondly and stroked his cheek.

His blush and muteness spoke volumes. He was just as sentimental as his younger brother.

(Canon do-over)

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The Voltaire-Rousseau Beef aka V v. JJ part III.

for @stars-in-the-night , @headsinsand and other great (and amazingly patient) readers

part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4

7. THE ORPHANAGE (to be read in Eliza Hamilton's voice)

The one thing from his personal life that Rousseau is probably best remembered for is the fact that he gave up all five children he had with his long-term partner, Thérèse, to a Parisian orphanage. One after the other, in what could be called a rapid succession, a simple case of salut and adieu.

The reasons he gave for his behaviour differ from ‘I have fallen with a bad crowd in Paris and this is just what people around me did’ and ‘I basically had no other option anyway’ (not true, he could have married Thérèse and try to make it work. Sure, money was tight, and someone could make a few snarky remarks about the first baby looking surprisingly big for a six-month old or whatever, but these things happened quite regularly. Also, Diderot married his working-class mistress despite his father’s stern disapproval. Just saying) to – now this comes up somewhat later in the Confessions and is significantly darker – ‘I really hated Thérèse’s family and thought it would be better to let my kids be raised by the state than be around them’.

If this was him trying to break a cycle of generational trauma though – perhaps one of the side of his own family as well –  I’d argue there were far better ways of going about it. There’s also potentially one even darker, quasi-psychoanalytical reason for this now infamous choice, but it’s probably best to steer clear of Freud. Nothing good usually comes out of it.

Of course, doing something like this would make anyone seem like a douchebag, but a guy famous for writing a treatise on how to best raise children?* Guy who repeatedly argued that the single purpose of a woman’s life is to be a mother? Now that’s a hypocrisy so deliciously juicy that one simply cannot resist sharing it with the world!

*interestingly enough, he insists in the Confessions that he wanted to reveal this information in his On Education (aka Emile), and that in one of the book's passages, he alluded to this episode in such a way that he ‘basically confessed to it already’. I haven’t found that part yet, and I remain somewhat sceptical about whether this is truly the case.

8. SECOND INTERMEZZO: VOLTAIRE THE AVID HATE-READER

V on Julie, or the New Heloise: „silly, middle-class, dirty-minded and boring“

V on Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar: „I read his On Education. These are reasonings of a stupid nurse in four volumes, of which forty pages directed against Christianity. They are among the most daring that have ever been written, [but] by virtue of inconsistency worthy of this head without a brain and this Diogenes* with no heart, he uttered as much abuse against the philosophers, as against Jesus Christ.“ (letter to Damilaville, 1762)

*calling JJ ‘Diogenes’ was definitely a trend in the 1700s, and what seems like V’s go-to insult for him. Calling him a ‘lackey of Diogenes’ does potentially get a bit kink-shame-y though...

9. A MOUNTAIN AND AN AVALENCHE

The last post featured an earthquake in Portugal, now get ready for a distinctly Swiss natural disaster!

To be perfectly fair to Voltaire, although he was certainly not a person who was above spreading gossip, he did have a good reason to publish what he knew about Rousseau and let all hell break loose, since...

in Rousseau’s Letters Written from the Mountain published in 1763, JJ had exposed Voltaire as the author of the infamous Sermon of the Fifty, an anti-christian work that had the potential to get its author into serious trouble. Voltaire could not and would not let this slide – especially when he had the perfect weapon on his hands. Payback time!

Voltaire therefore went on to publish a short anonymous pamphlet titled Sentiments des Citoyens (aka How Citizens Feel – since JJ proudly called himself ‘citizen of Geneva’ in his works and he championed sentiments over reason – see, it’s all very clever!) in which he exposed details from Rousseau’s personal life. This of course included the most shocking, most hypocritical, and most memorable detail of all: Rousseau, Mr. Family First, Mr. Let’s-raise-precious-children-in-a-way-that-won’t-corrupt-their-natural-godness had dumped all of his offspring into a Parisian orphanage! Not so virtuous now, is it?

Interestingly, Rousseau never put two and two together and realised Voltaire was the real author of the fateful pamphlet. It would be interesting to see how he would react had he known.

That said, much like d’Alembert’s article on Geneva a couple of years earlier, the Sentiments des Citoyens led JJ to pick up a pen once again to do what he did best: to defend the poorest and most oppressed souls against the cruel and unjust world. Which usually just happened to be himself.

And thus, as Roger Pearson, an author of one of Voltaire's many biographies concludes:

“we have Voltaire to thank for (…) being the catalyst of Rousseau’s Confessions” which he calls “one of the world’s great autobiographies”

(no, not like that @chaotic-history. Though now I cannot unsee it every time I read the quote)

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Tune in next time for the (mis)adventure in Britain which will feature:

another philosopher - David Hume - dragged into the mess

a fake letter from Frederick the Great (that was actually penned by the most messy gossip of a person in the 18th century)

a genuinely funny statue story with an appearance from d'Alembert

[bucefaloilgrande]

bro what the hell is wromg with alexander like i can not stop thinking about how he was like “world’s biggest diogenes fan” and when he met him he offered him tons of shit like dude his whole thing is having NO things. please think friend, pleade.

[megamindsupremacy]

Misc PJO Fic Recs (Part 4)

The Stolen God by TsarinaTorment

Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus?

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Baby Blofis College Fund by zipadeea

Valerie calls her an hour later.

“Sally, what the hell?”

“That bad, huh?”

“Bad? Sally, it’s gold. I went from squirming in my seat to crying genuine tears. And that twist, making him a Greek god, it’s exactly what we’re looking for right now. How soon can you get me the next chapter?”

***

In which Sally Jackson realizes by the time the new baby is eighteen, a semester of college will cost an arm and a leg. And those Fifty Shades of Grey books sure did make a lot of money.

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to bet on losing dogs by furnaceglow

The thing is,” Apollo said, the coolest prisoner of war in all of time. Prometheus wasn't prone to jealousy, but even he felt a drop of envy at how relaxed Apollo was in maximum security. "How to define a man…are we talking ontology here? That’s broad scope, bigger picture. We can include ourselves in that definition. Philosophy otherwise! Our good man Diogenes. You remember Diogenes! Or are we specifically talking about man for the sake of man? Is this about anthropology, is what I’m saying.” “I’m open to all interpretation,” Prometheus said. “Been a while since I’ve had good conversationalists here. Krios is all grunting, and Hyperion is solely interested in making his quarters nicer.” “Well, he has an eye for interior design, I’ll give him that,” Apollo said.

In which Percy Jackson ascends to a reluctant godhood, his mother loses the war but wins a battle, and for once, Prometheus picks the winning horse.

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and if your eyes don't speak by Pixelfun20

Estelle Jackson is seven years old when she meets her nephew for the first time, over a grainy Facetime call.

OR

Estelle grew up with stories of Percy Jackson, but it takes meeting his son to realize who he really was.

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the carriage held but just ourselves by Writeous

The official story is this: Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase, just two months shy of their seventh wedding anniversary, hurtle off a cliff on a lonely mountain road. A tragic accident, a sharp turn taken too quickly. Their 2023 Prius was found buried under debris, three hundred feet below where witnesses claim they fell. Paramedics declared them dead upon arrival, suffering blunt force trauma as their car collapsed with them inside.

The real story is this: Percy and Annabeth watch as Hecate’s children create perfect duplicates of them that are promptly hurled off a cliff. Percy loved that Prius.

(Or: at the end of the Titan War, Zeus offered Percy immortality. Percy was mistaken in thinking it was an actual choice.)

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Dawn Rises From The East by TsarinaTorment

During the Battle of Manhattan, Michael Yew fell into the East River; his body was never found. Two years later, a homeless kid known only as Ferret has a chance encounter that changes everything he knows.

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Annabeth and the Nine Step Career Plan by feeling_the_aster_9145

Annabeth Chase does not accept limitations. Everyone knows that. If she wants something, no matter how impossible, she will find a way to make it happen. Though, perhaps she will allow Bruce Wayne and his ridiculous paranoia-induced company restrictions a small portion of the credit.

Actually… now that she thinks about it, the man may have had a point in his worries.

Wayne Technologies does not accept college interns. Annabeth always has a plan B.

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is it really a crime if you don't exist? by MidnightBunny

"So, what you're saying is," Percy said, staring at the man in front of him. "you're me from the future."

The man took a drink out of the coffee cup in his hand. "Yup."

"And you're here," Percy said slowly. "Because Annabeth's brother's boyfriend is trying to prove the existence of the multiverse."

The man nodded.

"And you got sucked in when he turned it on."

Nod.

"And now you don't know how to get home."

Nod.

"And how did you get sucked in, again?"

The man mumbled something.

"What?"

"I was coming back from the bathroom and opened the wrong door."

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(I'm so excited this one is back y'all, the author privated all her works but just unprivated them a few weeks back so now I'm recommending you read all of her stuff, especially this fic)

Son of Sea Foam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

“She’ll never claim me,” he whispered. Silena shook her head, eyes wild as she looked around for anyone who could be watching.

“My mother doesn’t remember half of her children as it is,” she said with a note of bitterness. “If you do something to impress her, it won’t matter. Return the bolt in her name. She’ll claim you if you act the part. If you stay unclaimed then they'll figure out what you really are," she said, squeezing his hands tightly. Percy's heart sped up.

"I - I don't know the first thing about Aphrodite-"

"My mother was born of sea foam," Silena cut him off. "And if you're really who I think you are... you are the sea. You can pull this off," she said and touched his cheek. "Get the bolt. Survive," she said. Percy swallowed.

"What if I can't act the part?" He asked. Silena's expression went blank for a moment. Slowly, she slipped off her bracelet and placed it in his hands.

"If you're going to be one of us... you better learn."

Or

AU where Percy has to hide the fact he's a Big Three kid otherwise he'll be killed on the spot. Unfortunately for him, unclaimed kids tend to raise the most suspicion... but he might have found a loophole in the form of Aphrodite.

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This fic on tumblr that’s one of the best PJO fics I’ve ever read

[banjo15]

I wanna make a list of people I wanna talk to

Michael Jackson

UHC assassin

Luigi mangione

Martin Luther king

Diogenes

George Washington

Abraham Lincoln

@ihatemylifeuwuwu

Fictional section:

Spiderman

Batman

Optimus prime

Scp-999

V1 ultrakill

Gabriel ultrakill

The joker

I might add more people here and maybe a list of super bad evil people (who I personally dislike and don’t admire) who I want to know how they think.

Edit: Fuck it here’s some more

Joe Rogan

A ww2 vet (on the German side, I wanna know what happened in Germany during ww2 I’m curious asf)

A ww2 vet (on the Russian side for the same reason)

Obama (I love Obama)

Mike Tyson

Nardwuar (I can’t spell it)

A former Mormon (I’m curious as hell)

Napoleon (he’s 100% a dick but I still wanna learn about how he thinks)

And to clarify about a ww2 vet on the German side no I don’t mean a Nazi I mean a former Nazi (fuck Nazis I want them to get shot) but I still want to know why Nazis are like that, Nazis aren’t people but like dude you can’t tell me that you were under one of the most evil people. Like I wanna know why tf you were a Nazi in the first place bro. Like I find ww2 interesting and I want to know what Nazi propaganda was like so I can avoid falling for it in the modern day and age, and of course, it would be a nice history lesson.

But I wouldn’t talk to a fucking neo-Nazi fuck them like I want to know why people fell for Hitler.

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

i scrolled really far back on my dash so i saw the ask you got about makoto being 12? what the hell was that about

Okay so basically theres a small fraction of this fandom that is super weird about makoto, well there's two but we're only focusing on one.

This one insists due to Makoto's height being below average and optimism which if often spoken as "naivety" that Makoto is actually coded to be a young child or a shota. These people often usually will add on that Makoto is not smart, and is head empty with no personality. So if you ship Makoto with anyone in his class or engage in anything not pg fluff with him, that you're being a freak shotacon.

This is of course, utterly nonsensical. Especially when you remember that people in Japan have a smaller height averages then people in western countries. Also not even slightly close to what a shota even is, and I know that's a whole can of worms but like, trust me, shota content is not that subtle. You can usually pretty quickly tell nine times out of ten if a drawing is meant to be shota or not.

So as someone who really likes Makoto and talks a lot about meta, I get these fucking weirdos in my fucking inbox about how Makoto is actually Togami and Kirigiri's child, or that I'm just making stuff up because he's a cardboard character. Which are INCREDIBLY bold takes to put in the inbox of the person who went to look at the actual geneva conventions and made a post about which ones could be argued as broken by Makoto

So I got one yesterday about how makoto is kirigiri and togami's empty headed son, I responded half jokingly by writing like, a sentence of something sexual about makoto which upset the anon into saying he's basically a child and that's gross

So I decided, likely because I'm a bit sick right now and thus my patience is more easily tested, that if they wanted to commit to the idea that Makoto is a preteen, then they had better be ready to accept the consequences of that. So I kept responding telling them to either tell me yes or no if Makoto should be genuinely treated as a preteen, and once I got the yes well...

I posted cursed age gap ship art as a form of performance art to better highlight the absurdity of their claim.

Kotoko was specifically chosen because of her trauma to further highlight the sheer discrepancy between an actually abused preteen child in the narrative, and Makoto Naegi who is like 17-18 at the youngest by trigger happy havoc, and definitely an adult any further down the timeline.

It's not meant to really actually be taken as ship art, really it's meant to be taken as more a performance art diogenes "behold a man" style rebuttal that fully cuts off any legitimacy or logic to the claim, because they can't deny it without pointing out Makoto is in fact, not a preteen, but their entire argument is on the idea that he should be viewed as one. So either he is a preteen and it's okay, or he isn't and should be seen as the same age of his peers, catch-22.

Also I spent my entire time drawing it thinking of a warrior of hope makoto au if that helps anyone process it more easily.

[beekeaper]

CBS WATSON THOUGHTS

First things first: I decided not to read any other people's opinions about the show until I formed my own

Some theories to check out after the first episode and the rest of the season for me to have some fun with:

Some considerations:

- From the same producer of Elementary:

This is a guarantee that Watson is in good hands. Elementary has the best-written version of Watson, Lucy Liu's Watson is not an extension of Holmes or an accessory to the narrative, she has her own individual plot, she is a detective as capable and good as Holmes, they complement each other, orbit each other, the Holmes & Watson dynamics in Elementary is beautiful, the companionship, friendship, trust and love between them (CANON). THE BEST

CSB will have an excellent new Watson for sure.

In defense of Elementary

In the trailer, we can already see Watson's kindness, care and empathy, as well as his determination. How dear he is to his patients and his team. Very in canon.

- a medical show:

Both Doyle and Joseph Bell were doctors, so if the show is going to focus on the medical aspect, it still makes sense. As valid as it is to compare it to House, H&W "in real life" were doctors, so it's okay if they're not detectives. (X)

Theories and speculation:

- Holmes is a doctor.

The clinic is named after him. Like House, he was a “Diagnostician”, he will be more like Dr Joseph Bell who occasionally, being a doctor, sometimes was consulted by the police on some cases. My bet would be that Holmes was also a doctor, and had some cases with the police as well, more in a forensic way.

- The Irregulars

Just like in House, Watson has his own team. Would they be Dr. Watson's Irregulars? One of them may be Wiggins

- Watson wrote a few books

I don't think this was the first one Watson wrote.

It's either fictional or it's Holmes' medical cases, assuming he was a doctor.

- The Fall

Watson jumped after Holmes into the waterfall. I believe he is the first Watson to do so.

Either Holmes really died and Watson will find him in the water OR there is no body and it will be Watson's main plot throughout the show whether Holmes died or not.

Characters

Diogenes Club? Is Mycroft a woman in this version?

The old man wearing the beret (?) appears a second time in the trailer, with Watson. They smile and talk. And who else would wear such a specific kind of HAT if not Holmes himself?

I can't see shit but I think it's a beret, or this old man it's Holmes or Moriarty.

Moriarty will also have a part in the plot, based on his point of view of what happened. (X)

Need it? No. If it is a medical plot, it could place Milverton as Holmes' enemy.

Doyle wrote Moriarty in the story to kill Holmes, it's not like it was something super developed. Did he traumatize H&W? Yes, but there are more interesting criminals to explore and be used as Holmes' enemies. I'm tired of Moriarty

In the book, Holmes says that the type of criminal he hates the most are blackmailers; CAM traumatized the hell of BBC Sherlock and the public (me), is one of Granada Holmes' best films, and can be use in the subtext to explore various aspects of the canon and theories.

Elementary failed a lot with Moriarty, probably because CBS couldn't afford Natalie Dormer, but despite that, we had a replacement for Moriarty who was Odin Reichenbach, who served blackmail, betrayal, conspiracy, threats and almost destroyed Holmes and Watson's reputation. Maybe the new Moriarty will be really good this time.

Maybe Moriarty is also a doctor, or who knows he runs the pharmaceutical industry.

Other considerations:

At first I thought it would be a classic "we are not going to see Holmes’s face or hear his voice until the very end" but after watching the trailer again, I'm going to bet on flashbacks. Even though it's the best adaptation of all, it's going to be hard to sell the series without Holmes appearing at least sometimes. But also, no need to be like CW Arrow

Delusional me:

THEY WERE MARRIED, WATSON IS A WIDOWER, Mary is just a friend, and I hope they are not absurd cases like House. 🕯️

[natcatnhanh]

(Spoilers for late Evangelion and End of Evangelion I dunno if u got to it yet)

Horrible idea for ur Evangelion au. Glass and Paradox or Diogenes as Shinji and Kaworu respectively. I dunno who would be who but this was inspired by the scene in End of Evangelion where Kaworu kinda forms outta Rei as how Shinji sees Lilith and reaches for the Eva.

I dunno how to describe it but I think it would be sick as hell

WAIT NO THIS ISNT HORRIBLE ITS FIRE MAN WAIT YOU GET ME THOUGH

> I actually haven't gotten to watching the End of Evangelion in it's entirety, but I did watch the ending scenes for both End of Evangelion and the 1995 release. oh my god that segment drives me up the walls running around my room like a hamster in a wheel oahwdhoh it's so touching yet sad and auugh

im so crazy about the endings for both series!! like the ending for the 1995 release was also extremely depressing but the part where rei transforms into a person one loves before caressing them oh my gooddd its actually like crack to me Misato should've been with Makoto you get me this idea is a banger i might draw this if im evil enough and have the time

[starkraivennemad]

Twelfth to First

Mycroft woke up on Christmas Day excited. Years of being who he was kept that excitement curtailed as a curious Gregory awakened. 

“What magic did you do?” 

“Really, Gregory. I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. It’s not as though there was much to work with.” 

“Riiiight. As if you’d tell me.” Greg, still a child at heart, scoffed. He calmly left the bed, calmly handled his morning ablations, calmly walked to their bedroom door, and opened it…

Then ran like a bat out of hell down the stairs with Mycroft grinning fondly at him. 

It began with something silly – as all such do. It was the holidays, and Greg saw the doll in a shop window. He knew he was being ridiculous, but it gave him an idea, and he could not resist. “Sir, Lestrade had this delivered to Diogenes, who brought them over,” Anthea entered the room and placed the ‘bouquet’ on Mycroft's desk. Thus, Mycroft sat utterly confused for a solid thirty seconds as he looked at the printed headshots of men of varying ages attached to drumsticks, presented as a dozen roses. Some were long-haired and some sweaty, but none were Gregory, much to Mycroft’s chagrin. Only when he saw the very last ‘rose’ – a photo of Ringo Starr because even Mycroft would recognize the man, did he understand. Once he made that connection, he recognized a few other faces: David Grohl, John Bonham, and Keith Moon.  He shook his head as he got the joke at last. “Okay, the dates and order are reversed, but this deserves to be returned in kind.” Mycroft chuckled to himself. The next day, Gregory nearly spit his coffee when eleven miniature figurines of plumbers, mobsters, and henchmen appeared on his desk at NSY. Each was brandishing a pipe, of course. Mycroft received renderings of ten people, including Byron, Tennyson, members of Parliament, Jesus Christ, and even the singer of the song “Royals” - all leaping over an icy puddle. Gregory read the attached note: The use of the word 'Ladies’ is up to you to interpret. He snorted with mirth and quickly closed the box on the nine miniature pole dancers on his desk. Mycroft was surprised and a little disappointed when noon reached the Diogenes office, and nothing had arrived from Gregory. Then Anthea walked in, wearing a French maid costume and carrying a tray with photos of seven other ‘maids’ using breast pumps plastered to an old-fashioned glass milk jar. “Oh. My. Dear. God. I have no words!” Gregory ‘just happened’ to find himself the arresting officer of swimmers pretending to backstroke with perfect synchronization in the Girl With A Dolphin fountain. Yes, seven of them. Yes, dressed in copies of Bjork’s infamous swan dress. “I can’t believe they did that in the middle of winter!” Gregory later hooted. It was Mycroft's turn to choke with laughter when Greg emailed an animation of Mycroft's six least favorite politicians of the moment, squawking as anthropomorphic fowl in the delivery of eggs. Their rotten policies as the stench from the cracked shells. Gregory's fifth day had been hectic. Mycroft understood there was no ‘gift’ coming when Gregory claimed exhaustion and asked to meet him for dinner at Diogenes instead of going out as initially planned.  But he should have known better, as with a wicked smile, Gregory stood and unzipped his gift of a five-golden ring-wrapped ‘dessert.’   Mycroft was impressed by the subtlety when Gregory got Anthea, Molly, Sally, and Mummy to annoy him. Only after Mummy made an intentional ornithological joke did he realize he had been called back-to-back-to-back-to-back by the four ‘birds.’    Gregory giggled at the ‘mistaken order’ of the three miniature twirly mustachioed, French beret-wearing game fowl that had arrived on his dinner plate. Mycroft groaned at the pair of dove-winged, laurel-wreathed in their mouth carrying inflatable turtles that floated in their bathtub Christmas Eve.

Now, was Christmas day. Mycroft knew Gregory would not be surprised at all by the David Cassidy doll sitting on a pear-ornament-decorated branch of their Christmas tree. By that point, he knew Gregory had fully expected it, knowing his lover would get the reference to the 1970s TV show.  As he said to Greg, there was not much to work with, so he had to improvise something more… 

Gregory was indeed surprised when the ‘David’ figure started singing “I Think I Love You” via Mycroft's phone. When a smiling Greg turned to him, Mycroft knelt to one knee, ring box in hand. “Life’s full of surprises.”

Yes, the Twelve Days of Christmas should have begun on Christmas Day, but Mycroft found it fitting that it instead ended with the best gift of all when Greg said, “Yes!

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