1-Hello Naughty Trojans it’s Murder Time
2-100 Times a Therapist was Needed
3-This War Really Wasn’t Worth it
4-Fight Club but it’s just Achilles
5-Patroclus Didn’t Deserve this
6-Things Historians Pretend aren’t Gay
7-Nothing Means Anything we’re all Going to Die
8-Hector Gets his Ass Handed to Him
9-There is no Heterosexual Explanation for This
10-Fuck it up, Achilles
11-Someone is Responsible for this but not Helen
(Chanting) ancient cheese with a deadly disease ancient cheese with a deadly disease ancient c
CAN WE STILL EAT THE FUCKING BOG BUTTER?
Fellas we’ve got ourselves 2 outta 3 ingredience for a legendary Grilled Cheese
im at the point of androgyny where i am either a very fem guy or a very masc lady and thats why i rule the world
“are you a guy or a girl” im in charge
and i am very hungry
my lord, he brings me wreaths of bloodstained flowers, and i grant him kisses laced with venom he gifts me graveyards to plant my orchids and i send him the torn heads of men who wrong my maidens.
~~hannibal moodboard~~
ask me for one!
H A N N I B A L
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
Ravenstag (2nd panel) credit: @weirdcitytaxidermy
“Having no soul. I never had one really. It was always fobbed off on me. Soul was the only thing there was between you and me. Thank goodness it’s gone. Haven’t you lost yours? The one that seemed to worry you, like a decayed tooth?”
— D.H. Lawrence, from Collected Stories (via violentwavesofemotion)
The Outsider Walks Among Us
– When I was a kid we used to scare each other with stories about a woman in white killing little children. – Yeah, I, too. Town folklore. – Well, I don’t know. Maybe someone doesn’t believe it’s folklore. Maybe they want to make it real.
S1E07: “Falling” / S01E08: “Milk”
“And frankly, I don’t give a shit anymore. She’s outsmarting the smartest of us and for that she deserves to do or kill whoever the hell she wants.”
(Killing Eve, 2018)
god I wish I was decomposing in the mountains
tips on to convey being immortal because I think I might have my arts and humanities and world civilizations classes convinced:
feel free to add more. I just used to do these a lot as a joke, but now I cant break the habit. I swear I’m trying to get used to this modern age stuff.
Hypothetical dark academia novel in which instead of the crazed obsession being death, it is birth. Imagine a group of teenage girls drunk on the power they have to create life. They consider themselves gods. They drink wine, have bacchanals, and eat fruit in mossy caves on Sunday mornings. They gather every day before school to review the latest scientific discoveries over orange-peel tea. They write plays and raise their voices in excitement over new plot devices and marvel at the endless possibilities they have. The girls are avid feminists; they write essays and speeches about femininity and gender roles. They romanticize Renaissance women. They show up to school in all black, dress shirts rolled up to the elbow, hair in elaborate braids. Imagine the romances, the scheming, the poetry, the art, the speeches, the projects, the philosophical ramblings, the wide-eyed wonder and subsequent ambition.
Tea bags that unfurl like flowers in chipped china cups as they scoff over Hemingway and play with sugar cubes. They climb to the highest branches of cypress trees to listen to the cicadas and look over hillsides at the world women have created, giddy with the idea that human life is held in their hands. They grow their hair out to reach their knees or shave it short to the scalp, so it can never again be pulled by a man who thinks he owns their body. The girls scratch out the pronoun ‘He’, referring to God in books and vow to teach their daughters about Gaia and Hestia, and Athena and Diana. They learn languages to debate and rouse in every tongue they can find books on.
They talk late into the night about whatever seems important and it makes their blood rattle in their veins when they realise that they’re young, that the whole world is stretched out before them, vast and glorious.
A Discovery of Witches 1x02 + scenery
Baba Yaga - a witch from Slavic mythology who resides deep in the forest in a hut that stands on chicken legs and may help or hinder those that seek her out
But you’ll always remember the truth, won’t you. Your truth, at least.
Modern Deities: H A D E S — God of the underworld
cute gender-neutral things to call your significant other: science
