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odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Reposting this so it gets to the right people!!

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

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"who says a lover is more than a friend? There are things more intimate than sharing a bed."

Neil said fUCK AMATONORMATIVITY and I love him for that

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Anyone else drawing human-sonas for their houseplants🌱

Exactly one year ago my gf and I got matching bloodleafs (Ivy and Irene) and they both immediately began to waste away (crunchy, shriveled, horizontal). Ivy sadly succumbed to her consumption, but Irene made a miraculous (supernatural) recovery

Happy birthday to Lady Irene, who definitely didn’t drain Ivy’s essence and rise again as an unholy creature! May she never die ♥️

[Art ref: 1896-Noel-1897 by Alphonse Mucha]

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Pride is a big deal on Tally with over half of its residents being LGBTQIA+!

Showcase of my favorite lesbians.

Queer love is beautiful, we have always existed and will continue to exist. 🏳️‍🌈

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I definitely didn’t read Barbies as babies…

I’ve never had a reheading go this horribly before. I’d say I’m pretty good at beheading- I may have broken a neck once or twice, but never any parts I actually liked or intended on keeping, and usually a reheading is the easiest thing, right? Just a little squish and a pop and done, a complete person. But this time it just- it just won’t go back on the body?? Which is incredibly frustrating but also, like, why??

And the funniest thing is, I’m not even swapping a head!! This is a curvy dancer head going onto a curvy dancer body!! They match!! This should have been so simple!! But no, this head’s just flopping around like a limp flaccid idiot and my hands are all red and sore now but the head just isn’t attaching all the way!!

Today I did six beheadings and two other reheadings, and I wanted to get this one attached so I could take a picture, but somehow it just isn’t working!! The head is just getting squished around but isn’t stretching over the neck right!! And I’m way too lazy to go and boil the head just to make the slip easier!! And I don’t wanna keep forcing it cuz I might break something but this is!! So frustrating!!

Like, what could I possibly be doing wrong!! Fuck!!

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big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

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guards! read me my bedtime yaoi

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Did I just finish the entirety of book 7 in two days? Yes. Was it worth it? Obviously, my boy finally got therapy <3

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when i tell you i had an aneurysm

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reading books because someone i follow on tumblr keeps yelling about them is fun bc when new characters show up its like meeting the friend of a friend who you hear about all the time. @evilphrog was having so much fun last week that i decided to finally start he who fights with monsters, and the first time someone mentioned 'standish' i was like

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And here you see, the new musical, Alexander SaladMan✨

hi guys. woke up to this on my phone today. zero fucking recollection of writing this down

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“So let me get this straight. We’re here to rescue a princess.”

“That’s right.”

“At the request of a princess.”

“Right again.”

“And you, who will be leading the expedition, are also a princess.”

“You’re very perceptive.”

“How big is your royal family, again?“

“We don’t have one.”

“But–“

“We overthrew our monarchy centuries ago, but we kept most of the titles around. The rank of ‘princess’ is held by the directors in charge of various civil service branches.“

“Huh. And the princess we’re rescuing today is in charge of…?”

“Public sanitation.”

“The Lord of Death’s Dominion kidnapped your public sanitation director?”

“We think he’s a little confused.”

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On Thanksgiving, I witnessed something I think was one of the best parenting moments I've ever seen.

I've been adopted by my coteacher's family, and since I have no family around where I live for the holidays, she invites me to her house. I go to birthday parties, soccer games, family events, the whole deal.

Her young son (he just turned 5) was swinging around a toy on a string in circles. She asked him quite a few times to stop because he was too close to people and it could hurt them, but he still continued to do so. While he was swinging it, it smacked her pretty hard in the leg, hard enough to leave a bruise later.

Right away, her husband ordered him to apologize, and with a rather less than sincere voice, he said "sorry."

She looked at him dead straight and said, "I don't accept your apology."

The kid was floored. He just stood there and didn't know what to do. Her husband asked her why she said that, and she said, "He's not sorry. He doesn't know what he did wrong or how to fix it. He just said it because you told him to. So, no, I don't accept his apology."

After a few seconds, she walked away. The kid just stood there, confused and not knowing what to do. So, we at the family dinner table, walked him through what happened.

"She asked you to stop so no one would get hurt, and you didn't listen. And now, someone got hurt."

"Do you think saying sorry made it stop hurting?"

"Do you feel bad about it?"

"What can we do to fix it?"

And he agreed he should stop swinging around the toy and went to a different room so no one would get hurt. No more forced apology. Just action.

Eventually, about an hour later, he offered a sincere apology to his mom and gave her a hug. Only then did she accept his apology and told him why. Not because he said he was sorry, but because he stopped once he realized what he was doing did hurt someone, and he went on to fix the problem.

So many parents force their kids to apologize, and she's told me time and time again it always makes her feel uncomfortable because usually the kid doesn't regret their actions or want to apologize. Parenting isn't always pretty words and being gentle. Sometimes you have to prepare them for real-life situations, and unconditionally accepting or being understanding of their actions isn't always the best way to go.

Not only is this teaching him how to genuinely apologize for his behavior and do better, but it also makes him realize words are just words until action is taken. That's the only way things get fixed.

Is there gray area? Absolutely. Is this always going to work? Absolutely not. But, is it a step in the right direction to teaching children how to genuinely apologize? Most definitely.

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I kinda just want to get on the bus and just go. Doesn’t have to be to a specific place, just somewhere new. I want to feel that sense of adventure, of wonder, that I’ll get sometimes, the feeling of starting a story. I want to find something no one has seen for a very long time, I want laugh with someone in a place where that’s the only sound, I want sit and watch the lightning over the water like when I was little, except there’s no teacher to pull me away this time. I want to start writing again, not for a school project or an obligation, but for me. I want it to feel like I’m not spending my focus but sitting down and gaining it back. I want to create something that will bring that wonder, even just for moment, something I can point to and say, “There, that’s it, that’s the feeling I’m talking about, ”