#i wonder why /sarc

[akechis-piano]

gonna post more in depth abt this either tmmr or later this week but it is genuinely insane it has taken THIS LONG for beyonce to have win aoty. just absolute ridiculousness. like im glad she won but the fact that one of the most influential artists is JUST NOW winning album of the year is insane??????

ppl boil down her achievements and try to downplay her impact but lets make it clear. beyonce is the most influential artist we have today PERIOD. theres no if ands or buts about it. the fact the academy has taken so long to recognize that is INSANE

anyways. cowboy carter was a genuine masterclass not just bc its a good album but bc its a showcase of all the skill, talent, and drive that has gotten beyonce to where she is today. she should have gotten aoty ages ago but yknow what?? im glad she has it now at least

[s-stxrsoul]

the switching today has been quite irregular …

[lyculuscaelus]

Thinking about the double meanings in Odysseus’s epithets. Specifically, about πολύτροπος (polytropos) and πολύαινος (polyainos) these two.

Thinking about how πολύτροπος could mean both “much-turned, much-traveled” and “of many devices”, since the word τρόπος (tropos) has the meaning of either “turn of direction” or “turn of mind” (or “trope”). So polytropos is referring to both Odysseus’s wanderings and his resourcefulness at the same time. (What a great epithet to start a poem.)

Thinking about how πολύαινος could mean both “much-praised” and “of many tales”, since the word αἶνος (ainos) has the meaning of either “praise” or “tale, story”. So polyainos is referring to both Odysseus’s fame in Achaea and his life of many tales (or even further, his telling of many tales). There’s more. What if πολύαινος is interpreted as πολυ- (poly-) + αἰνός (ainos)? The word αἰνός means either “dreadful, dire” or “overwhelming, unendurable” in Homeric context. This way polyainos could be translated as either “much-dreaded” or “much-overwhelmed, beyond endurance”, which is referring to Odysseus’s dreadful figure (to some) and his sufferings (or comically, his overwhelming charm personality which is beyond endurance) respectively. (Or this might just be me reading too much into the epithet itself)

And I’m perfectly normal about this fresh old man why do you ask

[hel-phoenyx]

It's 9:30PM and I'm out of class, alk of my friends are asleep, what a great moment to realise every single person Tyr could ask reparation from has died and he's left with the people he needs to ask forgiveness from

[astralphobia]

*arrives into ask box* hey you good seren i havent seen your whacky hijinks around my part of town recently

so it turns out winter (/Christmas) is really depressing. for me anyway. I’ve been. Not feeling great lately. I wanna feel better! But I’m not exactly good at.. coping?? In a healthy way??? I’m trying, though!! It’s just been sort of worse than usual, is all.

also, I have drawn and written stuff, I just haven’t posted it on here. Tbh posting on tumblr is. Kinda exhausting. And can be very disappointing, especially since two of my main fandoms are fairly big, so my content would get washed away in the sea of other stuff if it’s not interesting enough. Either that or I’m embarrassed to put it on here, or not proud enough of the art or just don’t intend to.

I’m just not feeling it. I’m ok-ish at the moment, though.

I guess I could post some of the stuff I’ve made, but posting more than once a day feels weird to me.

[angelbvn]

tired mmm

[khunkiseia]

Actually my family has decided that they were bored of pushing me to have an impostor syndrom so they were just gonna start to outright act like everything i say is a lie

[catinasink]

i keep getting on and off headaches and it is FUCKING with me pkease stop :(

[drainage-system]

holy shit im so tired actually

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

I was wondering if you could do a batfam x isekaid neglected fem reader. I only read one so far and I NEED more 😔👉👈

I love this ask !! Been wanting to write one :D

summary :reader comes from a post - apolyptic world where mankind was wiped out due to nuclear warfare and deadly disease . suddenly she is awaken in a world where humanity is thriving yet this weird family behaves so strangely toward her??

I coughed my lungs out - it's been exactly 498 days since my lungs have tasted oxygen . My restless body trudge on - I keep moving - keep moving despite the sore blisters on my feet that pulse and bleed with every step I take.

I don't know where I am - I don't even know if there's anywhere to go anymore - all there is is ash and yellowish fog that cover the land as far as the eye can see. I groan - throwing up bile - I grimaced as my body wasted water so unnecessary .

I was like an ordinary kid - I went to school and came home one day to a news reporter saying there was no school for two weeks - I was so blissful - no more tests for me ! Oh how much I wish to go back - those two weeks were the dawn of a nightmarish hell.

A sudden infection began spreading rapidly on a international scaling and due to poor government decisions - it continued developing , our population began depleting and there was no cure left .

Governments argued back and forth , the people rioting, and sooner than later, the world we knew fell apart . Suddenly there was no more electricity, no more running water and few surviors began to worry.

I remember vividly - ma and pa hugging me before departing with the elders to the nearest cell tower miles away in an attempt to reconnect with humanity. It was on that God awful day - I witnessed a giant flare descend into the blue skies of Alaska and touched down onto the distant cell tower with a loud explosion .

The explosion engulfed everything in its fuery, and what it hadn't burnt it had blown away and covered the skies in a perment yellow fog.I remember screaming , crying out their names helplessly I waited at that abandoned shelter for months - naively awaiting their arrival, but they never came.

Helpless , I was forced to move on without them . Now, as I trudge through ash and fog , I feel my legs give away beneath me, and I feel myself come crashing down onto the ashy floor . I choke and helplessly bang against the ground as a war cry escaped me .

No ! NO - I refuse to end it like this - I refuse to go like this - not when I haven't figured out what happened to my ma and pa - not now . I feel my lungs closing in on me as if someone has grown tired of this chapter and decided to cut the story shut.

I greedily inhaled like a drowning man , my lungs give way, and it's then my eyes flutter close for the last time.

Name awakes - her eyes met by blinding light . Immediately, she closes her eyes - her head throbs in retaliation, and she groans as she curls herself into a fetous position - a pathetic attempt to shield herself.

A long sullen moment passes before name finally grasps the situation she is in - she is alive - when she shouldn't have been . She jolts from the bed - eyes frantically as she intakes her surroundings. Her room is a luscious rich blue - it has dark oak furniture that definitely screams money .

This is not her room - not even remotely - she distinctly remembers her old room having soft pink walls filled with posters of all her nerdy things but here - this room is too dull - to void of anyone living in it.

A knock is heard on the door and name watches in horror as the knob turns , the door opens to reveal an elder male in a tux ? Name is taken aback - exactly where is she ?.

"Master Name, you missed breakfast, so I brought it for you " . Name tilts her head in confusion . Why would anyone miss food ? Food is something sarce and critical- it's precious and it's not meant to be wasted - whoever body this is surely was stupid.

Name nods her head . " Thank you ...." She trails off, realizing she doesn't know who he is whatsoever. The elderly man raises an eyebrow at her , " Alfred madam," he finishes. Name nods - taking that name to memory . " Thank you Mister Alfred," she thanks as she graciously accepts the food. Alfred excuses himself - leaving her to her own devices .

Name hops off her poster bed and waddled her way to the nearest window and sure enough the outside world looks that of her own before the incident - before life ficked everyone over and took ma and pa away from her.

Silent tears roll down her face , hands scrunched against the window sill tightly- she swore she would reunite with them no matter what. After staring into the neighboring houses for a long minute , name returns to her bed and shovels the scrambled eggs in her mouth.

Name no longer questions if her food is poison, slat on or cursed - after all food is food - it is a blessed and sacred resource that she will happily indulge in. Moments pass before her door is barge open again - this time so loud it collides with the door harshly, almost snapoingbit in half.

An angry child ? She assumes storms up to her , face red . " Name how dare you skip out on breakfast do you think k of yourself above us all ?" The child accuses her , pointing his sword at her.

Name immediately kicks him , square in the chest - sending the boy clashing into the expensive hairdresser . Name states at him and then her foot eye wide - it's only natural her body reacts that way - it's how any wounded animal would if threaten .

So why does this bratty child look so disturbed ? Suprised ? The child begins screaming his head off and another adult walks in and embraces him. Name feels herself choke up - how can anyone possibly get so close to another without risking catching the disease ?

Name holds her stance - clearly, these people are psychos and have no regard to anyone’s safety . " Name how dare you kick him he's just a child" the adult ? Starts berating you but you held your fork in front of you - tightening your grasps around it .

"Leave or I will impale you with this" name threatens darkly - leaving no room for hesitancy - only confirmation of their damnation if they dared to cross her . The adult states in her eye wide and opens his mouth, but you are quicker . You swiftly leaped from your bed and launched the fork at the adult full speed , ensuring you rolled the opposite way .

The adult barely dodges. " Name what the fuck-" They curse but you were already out the door. You had to get away from these psychos they're too loose - they're too idiotic.

Name is halfway out a door when a much older man grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around . Name stares at him - all she feels is the dread building inside her akin to the time the dread she felt when she witnessed her parents' demise. Whoever it is grabs her by the shoulders harshly and puts his face in front of hers - immediately making her feel small . The elderly man glares at her before demanding her , " Name exactly what do you think you're doing ?"

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sorry if this is short this was written at 1 am

[cheesyfan]

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[aggressiveanon]

now im gonna admit it here, when i was younger i really really liked the concept hanahaki disease. i remember reading fanfics that had hanahaki disease in them (id skip over the kiss at the end if it had a good end (i wonder why (/sarc) )

but something that always rubbed me the wrong way was when in these stories authors wrote in how the surgery to remove the hanahaki, would remove any and all possibilities of falling in love again (romantically). that in itself is a cool idea, but what was specific in rubbing me the wrong way was how living without being able to fall in love (romantically) would be like. the worst thing ever.

like characters would actively choose to die over being like. aromantic

[artsyaech]

responses i've gotten when i tell people i'm autistic

"everyone's on the spectrum" if that were true, the world wouldn't be so difficult for us to live in.

"no, you're not" wow, i went through a lengthy diagnostic process when i could've just asked you! /sarc

"you're nothing like *insert 2-8-year-old boy this person knows*" hmmm, i wonder why. it's almost as if i'm not a 2-8-year-old boy. you're nothing like my allistic nephew!

*proceeds to re-enact a stereotype of autism in front of me, rocking back and forth and making noises* honestly, the fact that this has happened to me TWO SEPERATE times by TWO SEPERATE people is ludicrous to me. so you're saying that autistic people that act somewhat like that (not exactly, because they're portraying a stereotype) are inferior? of course that's what they're saying! and, in turn, they either think i'm faking it or that i'm inherently inferior...

"you're not that autistic" elaborate on that, please. so just because i'm not completely non-verbal and try my best to mask because i'm afraid of being bullied or harassed in public, that means i'm "less autistic". the fact that i've gotten this one more times than i can count. this one is so minimizing to the real and difficult experience i face every single day, but alright, i guess.

"do you have asperger's?" i was technically diagnosed with that at the age of twelve, but i feel like this question is essentially saying "oh, you seem 'high functioning', which, in turn, means you have a disorder not as 'severe' as 'real autism'" i won't even get into the problems with the term asperger's syndrome, i'll let you google that one...

"have you seen rain man?" no, and i don't want to.

"autism is not a disability, it's a different ability" i will bite you.

"oh, i see..." (in a condescending tone) what

responses i wish i got more often:

"oh, alright" simple, you can ask follow-up questions if you want to, but a simple acknowledgement in a sincere tone is enough for me, personally. because then we can keep talking about our interests.

"okay, how can i accommodate you / do you have any needs that i can make sure you meet?" never get this one, but, damn, i wish i did.

"oh, cool, can you tell me more about that?" my friends call me autism squared for a reason, i have a special interest in autism, so asking me non-rude questions is always a plus.

yeah, this was a rant, but whatever lol. just don't be a dick towards autistic people

[wildpeachfarm]

https://x.com/chapini_/status/1819097190033510876?t=-4R6xcIiHRS5b-WWNe8yPA&s=19

I REAMLY WONDER WHY. Why oh why didn't the translation idea got shared ?

If only there had been a free code released... oh et ç'aurait été cool de pas harceler les frenchies quand ils ont proposé de réutiliser le code à la fin de qsmp pour leurs propres streams TOCARDS

OH WOW WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THIS HAPPENING /sarc

if only there was a content creator planning on making the mod available to the public.....

[adamofapple]

He'd probably do it with people he's extremely close to ughhhhhhhhdhsjhsbsbsbsjjdbdbshsb

Like. Okay idk if he would do it around Hinako because while she is his wife, he's gotta keep up the whole "I Am Normal And Very Straight" act around her (though, he does let some more vulnerable parts of himself show through, unintentionally.)

But. Sometimes he's a little eepy and he sorta slips into it and suddenly he's booping his head against Shidou's side and he's really needy and can't get any words out. He just wanna pet soooooo baddddd

And Shidou's very nice so he doesn't ask questions and just gives him attention (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Kazui pet regression (into a cat ofc). You agree. You applaud

I APPLAUD AND AGREE

[purpleflameb0i]

Before we realized we were plural, we had two main personas; Lumi and Dusk

Lumi was (and still is) our fully main persona, but he tended to switch how he acted, what he looked like, etc. He's a shapeshifter because we would be satisfied with one design, then immediately we would be unsatisfied and change it slightly again and again and again (I wonder why /sarc)

Dusk was moreso a secondary persona, one that represented "us but more responsible and stoic."

Turns out Lumi was like. us as a whole and Dusk VERY clearly represented Onyx, our main caretaker who we sorta rely on for a lot of things

We also had this wolf thing we used to draw to represent our resentment and trauma and stuff. Turns out that was Spade

Funny

-Lucid/Lurid (he/she/it/neos)