battle of troy

The Song of Achilles: Patroclus and Achilles 

“I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Bad Liar - Selena Gomez

[Verse 1]
I was walking down the street the other day
Trying to distract myself
Then I see your face
Oh wait, that’s someone else
Tryna play it coy
Tryna make it disappear
But just like the battle of Troy
There’s nothing subtle here
In my room there’s a king size space
Bigger than it used to be
If you want you can rent that place
Call me an amenity
Even if it’s in my dreams

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh you’re taking up a fraction of my mind
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine

[Chorus]
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no

[Post-Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
Guess I’m a bad liar

[Verse 2]
I see how your attention builds
It’s like looking in a mirror
Your touch like a happy pill
But still all we do is fear
What could possibly happen next?
Can we focus on the love?
Paint my kiss across your chest
Be the art, I’ll be the brush

[Pre-Chorus]
Ooh you’re taking up a fraction of my mind
Ooooh every time I watch you serpentine

[Chorus]
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no

[Post-Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
Guess I’m a bad liar

[Bridge]
And oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality
Oh baby let’s make reality, actuality, a reality

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Not to think about you
No, no, no, no
Oh I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Oh tryin’, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no
Not to give in to you
No, no, no, no

[Post-Chorus]
All my feelings on fire
Guess I’m a bad liar

There is so much to love about Selena Gomez’s new song, Bad Liar: The way the lyrics trip over themselves like a lovestruck teenager; the brazen lift of Talking Heads’ Psycho Killer; the borderline ridiculousness of the lyric: “like the battle of Troy, there’s nothing subtle here.”

Oh, and the post-chorus hook “all my feelings on fire, guess I’m a bad liar,” is an early contender for pop moment of 2017.

Selena has never been a big belter in the vocal department but, like Janet Jackson before her, she’s turned that into an asset. This subtle, sultry groove has an whispered intimacy that, say, Adele could never hope to achieve.

—  Bad Liar review (discopop uk)

ii.

I love the way

You take my hands

And entangle them with your own calloused ones

In times of struggle and regret

For even though, I have countlessly taken you for granted many times before

You remind me, with this simple, yet loving gesture,

That you are devoted to me

And me, only


I love the way

Your lips turn upwards

Because of something I had said

Your beautiful laughter always follows

Soon after

Like delightful sea foam,

Bubbling to the surface

Filling me with a sense of contentment

That winning a war for the face whom launched a thousand ships

Can never give me


I love the way

You were always beside me

Most have said that you are like a brother to me

Because of your unyielding loyalty,

Comparing you to a lap dog

This, I do not like

They insult you with their words

Do they know you have always been the better man?

The best of the Myrmidons


Even after those golden years

Of me and you

And you and me,

I still took you for granted

You fall to Hector’s spear

Encased in my own armor,

With my cursed name on your lips.

Let it be known to those still talking of the battle of Troy

Centuries upon centuries later,

That I should have been the one to die.


It is true, my mother’s prophecy

I proved, in fact, to be more glorious

Than my father ever was

Watch my rage as I shatter the walls of Troy

I eat my words like figs as I wail with agony:

‘What has Hector ever done to me?’

And make them regret

My

Patroclus

Ever

Fell.

—  achilles, after death//by h.d.
I was walking down the street the other day
Trying to distract myself
Then I see your face
Ooh, you got someone else
Tryna play it coy
Tryna make it disappear
But just like the battle of Troy
There’s nothing subtle here
In my room there’s a king size space
Bigger than it used to be
If you want you can rent that place
Call me an amenity
Even if it’s in my dreams
—  Selena gomez - Bad liar

Penthesilea

The Queen of the Amazons, a group of female warriors and the daughter of the God of War, Ares. While hunting deer in the forests, she accidentally killed her sister, Hippolyta with her spear. She was so grief stricken she wished to die, but as an Amazon, she could only do so in battle.

With twelve of her closest, she arrived at the Battle of Troy and promised that she would kill Achilles for the Trojans. For a single day she fought bravely, killing many opposing soldiers until she came face to face with Achilles himself. With only one blow, her opponent knocked her down and killed her as she begged for her life.

The Signs in an Action Sequence

Aires: This is the battle of Troy, and your chariot grinds to a stop outside the smoking remains of a once great temple. Short-sword in hand, you survey the battle through your gilded helmet before rushing back in, the battle cry on your lips mixing with blood and ashes. No one can stand before you, and you are completely in control of your every movement even if you seem like a warrior consumed by chaos.

Taurus: A soft blanket of fog hangs over the marsh as you wade through knee high water. It is clear and pure, and the spear in your hand creates small ripples as you touch it to the cold surface. A bird calls out and takes to the wing not far from you, and you know your attackers are not far off. The fog is so thick that you can see only a few feet in front of you, so you stand completely still, ready your spear, and control your breathing. Whatever is coming, you’re ready.

Gemini: Combat is an art, and with every flick of your wrist, daggers fly like flocks of beautiful, silver birds. You never miss your mark, and you close your eyes as you feel where your opponent will move next. Your movements are precise and delicate, not at all erratic, but artful, flowing. Like water you sway and dip, always a step out of range. You use your surroundings to remain just out of reach. They can’t lay a hand on you, but boy do you deliver a number unto them.

Cancer: You run through a mossy forest, leaping over branches and dashing past gigantic green trees…the air is cool ,and the ground is slightly damp. The leaves above cast sunlight shadows on the hidden path before you. You can hear your pursuer behind you, trampling the ferns and shouldering aside the smaller saplings. Their bellows of rage are frightening, yet you smile to yourself as you quickly spin around and notch an arrow to your bow; you are nimble and quick and no one knows these woods like you do.

Leo: You leap gracefully from your white coarser and shout orders to your soldiers. The medals on your uniform jingle as you remove your saber from its scabbard. Your intelligence cuts like a knife and your words instill hope into your troops. You are the sun, shining radiantly over the battlefield, kissing the wounded with your warmth and shooting courageous fire through those who remain standing. You know your job is anything but glorious, however, with you in command, anything is possible ,and your light encompasses all.

Virgo: The expert tactician, you pour over maps and charts, trying to figure out why fighting is necessary in the first place. You see no sense in blood lust, yet you are a much sought after warrior because of your ability to perfectly analyze your enemy. War is not honorable…it soils a beautiful mind like yours, but you will always defend those in need. When you do step onto the dueling ground or the battle field, your enemy stands no chance. Your rage is very hard to expose, but when those you love are threatened, you expertly and seriously deliver swift justice. I fear for those who manage to awaken your wrath.

Libra: Spells and incantations fall off your lips as you whisper to the heavens. Magic drips from your fingers, and you fight not with weapons but with words. An unseen threat, your true strength is not realized until it is too late. You hide in the shadows and pull your cloak down over your head, not many know your face, and you go by many names. You write down spells before fighting and draw out intricate symbols that only you can understand. The witch, the wizard, the caster, the nightmare.

Scorpio: You’re in a car, speeding down a highway. It is nighttime and streetlights pass by overhead. You are being chased, yet you feel oddly at peace and in control as you race towards your fate, the smell of burning rubber in your nostrils. The wind whips at your face and tugs at your hair. You purse your mouth and grip the steering wheel, one wrong twitch and you’ll spin out of control. Suddenly, the streetlights end, and both you and your pursuer disappear into the darkness beyond.

Sagittarius: You hear bag pipes, and look up at the line of warriors in front of you. War paint is smeared across your cheeks ,and you stand on a grassy hill overlooking a wide valley. A war cry rings through the crisp air, and the sword in your hands feels loose in your sweaty palms. You are caught up in the steady stream as your men and women spill over the hill and down into the valley…your feet carry you without thinking ,and you scream into the wind. An individual at the midst of a gigantic fighting force, you are destined to survive this.

Capricorn: You’re seated at the bar, sneering in the face of Prohibition. You know who’s coming for you, and you’re waiting for them. The air smells like cigarette smoke, perfume, and people desperately trying to escape reality. You sip your brandy and finger the slim pistol hidden in your coat…the first of three others, carefully concealed on your person. You make light conversation and take in the heavy, fuzzy atmosphere. The door flies open ,and you set down your drink, letting out a sigh as you grip your weapon.

Aquarius: Your spacecraft hurtles through the galaxy, but you don’t have time to marvel at the beauties of the universe. An enemy ship is in hot pursuit, offering up a constant barrage of fire. You’re taking hits as you quickly mash buttons and pull levers, trying every evasive maneuver at your disposal. Unlike theirs, your vessel is nimble and small; you manage to reverse the situation and get behind them, letting out a triumphant yell as you jam down the triggers of your rockets, delivering a critical hit. You smile sadly to yourself as you leave the scene and enter light speed.

Pisces: Up in the crow’s nest, you’re the first to spot the King’s battleship. You expertly shimmy down the rigging and alert your crew mates before drawing a wicked cutlass out of your boot and gritting your teeth. Pirates may be chaotic and wild, but you’d rather that than the king’s tightly strung and highly organized troops any day. You chuckle quietly to yourself as the ship crests a wave and comes crashing down, spraying you with salty sea foam.

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anonymous asked:

Why you don't like Troy(movie)??

MY ‘TROY’ FILM RANT

Let’s see if I can get through this one without crying. Nigh impossible, I know, but it’s a challenge I set myself.

By Apollo, how do I even begin to pick through this mess. Troy is like someone ate the Iliad, vomited it up, put it through a shredder, chucked it at a wall, fed it to a horse, pawed through the horse shit and then taped what they could find back together again and wrote a film based off that.

First of all, there are no gods in it. WTF. How the fuck do you even begin to tell the story of the Iliad without gods? It’s like trying to make a film about The Bible without mentioning God. When you miss out things like that, you miss the whole fuckin point of the story - true or not it’s a microcosm of Greek life and culture, and the Greeks believed that the gods were present and had a huge influence via punishment and reward (like most religion tbh). Also, why would you leave that out? It’s most of the fun! But I suppose they tried, and if they had a shred of competence it might have worked. Unfortunately these hoes did not. Time for a rant list.

  • So Helen of Troy is degraded from a women enchanted by a goddess to a cheating bitch and runs away with Paris. Seriously, how is this film more sexist than an Ancient Greek poem???? - at one point in the Iliad, Helen actually tells Aphrodite that if she likes Paris so much, she should sleep with him. See the problem with not having gods. 
  • Second piece of shit thing is, Patroklus is not Achilles’ cousin!? He is his ‘beloved’ his ‘rider’, almost certainly his lover. Most Greeks were at least bisexual and polyamorous. Fuckin get it right you bigoted Hollywood shits.
  • For fuck’s sake Menelaus was not killed by Hector, nor in the battle of Troy at all. He went home happily with Helen and even appears in the Odyssey. These people obviously cannot read a book without pictures in it. What the shit, guys.
  • I don’t believe even Agamemdouche wanted a war so badly as to intend on sacking Troy despite the outcome of talks. He knew about Poseidon’s walls. Story about the wall here x. He was more intelligent than whoever wrote this pile of shit movie, and that is saying something.
  • What the fuck is with Ajax dying. I don’t even know which Ajax died in the film, but fuck you hoes, both Ajaxs outlived Hector and died at the very end of the Trojan war. Wtf.
  • Briseis was not fuckin ANYTHING to do with Apollo. Read about Briseis here x. She was from Lyrnessus and Achilles claimed her as his when he lead the raid on her city. Chryseis (Agamemnon’s lady) was the daughter of the priest of Apollo. And I’m not sure the Greeks would ever dare sack a temple of Apollo. 
  • Achilles don’t give a shit about how legit a cause it is to fight. Why he really noped off was because Agamemshitfuck took Briseis from him and he sulked. On that note:
  • Greek heroes aren’t self-sacrificing and angsty. They do it for the Fame. Hey, Odysseus tried to kill one of his fellow heroes when he was on a mission to try and claim all the fame. Stop applying this modern hero shit to Ancient Greeks. It’s painful and asskissy. Stop.
  • Patroklus didn’t steal Achilles’ armour. I can’t remember if he did in the film, but I would betcha all the money I have (which is like, $10) that he did. Achilles GAVE it to him.
  • Hector didn’t actually kill Patroklus by his lone self too. Some other dude speared him first + Apollo had a go at him too.
  • Would the armies fuckin stop cause Patbroklus died? No. In fact there was a giant tug of war over Patroklus’ body and Achilles’ armour. Get yer facts right, shit for brains.
  • Achilles goes insane when Patroklus dies. He don’t give a shit about anything anymore. He don’t give a shit about Briseis (that much), he don’t give a shit about Agabitchcunt, he just is out for Trojan blood. He even makes human sacrifices to Patroklus, which by Greek standards in batshit crazy.
  • Andromache doesn’t escape and her son is killed in the sack of Troy. Tragic but true.
  • If Priam even dared show his face in the Greek camp without Hermes protection when Achilles was in Patroklus rage-mode, he would have been killed on the spot.
  • Achilles was shot by that bitch Paris way before the Trojan war ended. Achilles didn’t even get to touch the wooden horse with a 3000 ft barge pole.
  • The Trojans took the horse into their city as a fuck you to the Greeks. Instead of them stupidly thinking ‘oh look, the gods left a giant fukin wooden horse on the beach for some reason when they haven’t done shit for this entire movie’ they thought ‘oh ok, the Greeks have left a giant fuckin wooden horse on the beach as an offering to the gods. Let’s fuckin ruin that by stealing it.’ It didn’t help that the one dude who protested against bringing it in got eaten by giant sea snakes along with his sons. The Trojans weren’t as dumbass as this movie makes them out to be.
  • Agamemnon doesn’t fuckin die in the Trojan war like we all kinda wish he had. He was assassinated when he got home. By his wife.
  • Lol, the Trojans didn’t escape. They died or were enslaved except if they were Aeneas’ Chosen Ones. Helen was almost killed by Menelaus but wasn’t. Priam was killed by Achilles’ son and after the Trojan war they all had a big argument over Achilles’ armour.

I’m sorry it’s so fuckin long but there is so much shit wrong with this movie, I could go on for a VERY long time. But that’s most of it. In short, the film makers disregarded Greek culture and beliefs, tossed away an EPIC story which will outlive them and their lil bitch film, and basically ripped the heart and soul out of the poem, replacing it with blood and Modern Man-Hero Worship. 

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Rant over c: See you next time, Anonymous!
A little side note here - I don’t have anything against the actors. It’s the writers and directors who fucked up.

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