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Pretentious ahh poem I wrote about Mars because I low key love him

Mars, God of slaughter,

I, your weakened daughter

For months on end have lost the hold

Of your spear, forged in times of old.

Mighty, gleaming, sharp and steady

Is how should be the gift you gave me.

Instead, the brazen glory lies

In the remnants of my tries.

Alexander, Ceasar, kings of Troy,

You gave this gift to your every boy.

They could slay empires with but a fleam,

While my only foe is in the spear's gleam,

And not even her I can kill in a whim

I am no spartan,

I am no warrior.

I am Sisyphus, I bear a boulder.

I am a shame, Father, that is certain.

You are too kind

You bear too in mind

My woe, my slump, my draining gloom

You near forget I am one of your own.

Why do you keep me going?

I lack all of your might.

Your hope is my undoing,

I am not fit to fight.

Alexander, Ceasar, kings of Troy,

You gave this gift to your every boy.

They could slay empires with but a fleam,

While my only foe is in the spear's gleam

And now she wants me

Dead in a whim.

This pain crawls in my soul

Leaves instead a wound-shaped hole

Where it surged from I do not know

But it keeps me from being whole

I lay in place all day and night

I have no strength even for spite

Only to grab the dear old spear

Slay at last my foe, and cheer.

Alexander, Ceasar, kings of Troy,

You gave this gift to your every boy.

They could slay empires with but a fleam,

While my only foe is in the spear's gleam

And she will kill me

If it is her whim.

Mars, God of slaughter,

You were cursed with me as your daughter.

I love you with my every bone

But I am damned to the spear, alone.

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Flashback to when I was 5 and my mom would complain about me being scared of literally everything; butterflies, frogs, everything would make my ass run for dear life. One day, a very old lady from our bulgarian village heard her complain about that, and she was like "Aight, don't worry, I'll handle this" and she stirred some melted lead in a pot and used it to "blow away the fears". The day she did that, almost all of my fears vanished completely, and my mom said she couldn't even recognize me anymore.

So yeah was she a witch or-

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Odysseus when the Cyclops asks him his name:

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So, apparently there's an interpretation of the Odyssey which claims that Odysseus may have had sex with Calypso. This made me extremely disappointed, because throughout his whole journey he only thought about his wife and how much she's the only thing that kept him going, so this feels like a great betrayal.

Then I discovered that there's another interpretation which says that he was forced to have sex with Calypso, rather than it being something consensual, and now I feel bad for my prior judgement.

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In The Horse and The Infant, when Odysseus says "It's just an infant, it's just a boy" you can just hear the care and love in his voice. The warm tone he uses, the soft melody, it's all so intimate. I can vividly imagine him holding his sword up with a fierce gaze, ready to demolish whatever enemy he has to kill, only to completely melt once he is met with the sight of a smiling baby. He slowly puts his sword down next to the coffin, looks at the child with a teary-eyed, loving smile, then gently takes him in his arms and holds him close to him as he kisses his forehead. When Zeus suddenly starts talking again, Odysseus covers the baby's face with the cloth he's wrapped in and holds him tighter, while quickly turning around with a protective stance.

Oh Odysseus, how painful it must have been to murder the child that reminds you of the one you never got the chance to raise.

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In one of the Vatican's museums, there's a statue of Ramses II on his throne.

He is known to be the suposed adoptive brother of Moses, and when the latter wanted his brother to release the jews from slavery in Egypt, Ramses was heavily against it.

Given that this story is a pretty important one in christianity (and in judaism) and that this is in the Vatican museum...isn't it a strange coincidence that the statue is almost entirely destroyed?

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It's a known fact that every single hot bad bitch out there was obsessed with at least one of these three pieces of media at some point:

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I hate horror movies that are just gorey for the sake of being gorey.

Like oOooh you're so dark and edgy, cool, but there is no meaning to your violence. It doesn't add depth to the plot (if the movie even bothered to establish a coherent one to begin with, which is rare in a lot of horror movies) it doesn't convey any sort of message and sometimes it doesn't even make sense for it to be there in terms of character motivation. The gore is just there for the sake of shock factor, and, ironically, despite the fact that this kind of content is considered "adult" it just comes off as extremely childish.

On a similar note, I also hate it when a movie's idea of "horror" is just cheap jumpscares. Horror in movies should be slow, claustrophobic, and all consuming, not a FNAF jumpscare (Keep in mind that I'm talking about movies here, I actually kinda like jumpscares in horror games lol)

Those two combined are the opposite of my bread and butter, they're my cardboard and broken glass.

Anyway, fuck "in your face" horror movies. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

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Your average YA fantasy story starter pack

-The title is something like "The Queen of Bone and Ember" or "The Raven Kingdom". Basically anything that sounds vaguely fantastical and that has little to no correlation with the actual plot.

-The setting is usually a romanticized version of medieval northwestern Europe. (Sorry y'all, no bubonic plagues to be found here.)

-Inspired by Greek Mythology. (or Celtic/Nordic mythology if you're feeling extra spicy)

-Bright colors? What is that?

-The characters have the shittiest names you have ever heard in your life.

-The main heroine is a "strong female character" who is "not like the other girls"

-She's either an assasin or a queen, and is usually too young and stupid to actually do any of those things correctly, but she does them well anyway because she's a "strong and independent woman" who manages to do anything without any actual training or personal development. Yay.

-Enemies to lovers subplot (oOOh, daGgeR tO tHe tHroAt, how original.)

-The "dark and mysterious" love interest is a posessive asshole with no redeeming qualities other than being relatively attractive.

-Oh boy, a love triangle made to compensate for the main heroine's bland and obnoxious personality! I wonder if she's going to choose the sweet and caring childhood best friend or if she's going to choose the guy who has spent the entirety of the plot treating her like trash. Hmmm, I'm sure she'll pick the reasonable option.

-What?? She chooses the shithead?? What a shocker.

-They somehow get married without filing a divorce in the first two weeks.

-This usually lasts three books or more.