but impressions remain

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Palace of Phillip II

Aigai (todays Vergina), Macedonia

336 BCE

length 78 m, height 13.60 m. 


At the foot of the hill of the Acropolis, in a raised terrace that dominates the area and is marked by an ancient oak tree, the impressive remains of the palace lay. 

The floor plan of the ancient housewas of a peristyle courtyard with rooms surrounding it.  The house coudl accomosdate 4,000 residents and 500 guests.

The palace is organized around a large colonnaded courtyard and includes a temple dedicated to Hercules Patroos and luxurious banquet rooms for the king and his officials. In one of them the mosaic floor was preserved beautifully.

The  architect was famous Pytheas, who designed the Mausoleum of Halicarnassus (355-350 BC), one of the seven wonders of the ancient world, and the temple of Athena Polias in Priene in Asia Minor. This important monument, dating back to the second half of the 4th century BC, was a major attraction of the building program of Philip II. It should have been completed in 336 BC, when King to excuse the wedding of his daughter Cleopatra to the king of Molossos Alexander of Epirus.

Last week I put out a theory about Taryon Darrington - that he is essentially the entirety of Vox Machina rolled into one person. After another session, we have more information, so I feel like expounding upon that theory. 

I think it’s safe to say that before his emotional outpouring of daddy issues, he was loud, full of himself, and rather condescending (”Jumbo” and “Little Elf Boy” being examples). Some of that during his introduction was played up. The group had just lost Scanlan and Sam had to go big; the rest of the crew got so wound up that everything was big and loud and extra. However, the bulk of our first impression remains behind - as a mask. 

His bravado and confidence is entirely a mask to hide behind. He is frightened and new to the adventuring world. He has been motivated to go into this big scary formerly-dragon-filled world because his father does not approve of his interests. 

Which is basically exactly what Vox Machina is. Every single one of them had/have their problems - their “daddy issues” as Vax put it. Their problems are what pushed them out into the world. Only just recently have some of these problems been resolved, while others remain a problem. 

And what do they all use as their shield? Their bravado. Their accomplishments. They are loud; they are inconsiderate. There’s a reason Cows and Consequences happened. Heck, Vex introduced VM the same way Taryon introduced himself. “You’ve never heard of Vox fucking Machina?” They use their name and their accomplishments more often than strictly their personal charm and abilities at this point. 

I have a feeling that Taryon Darrington is more than just a reflection of Vox Machina. I think he’s going to be the thing that brings about the humbling of Vox Machina. The thing that will remind them that they are still members of a world that is hurting just like they are. 

Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.
—  The Dalai Lama
Old Tom was the single cracked bronze bell in the University bell tower. The clapper dropped out shortly after it was cast, but the bell still tolled out some tremendously sonorous silences every hour.
— 

Terry Pratchett, Eric

This is a detail that quietly impresses me because it remains consistent throughout the series. It’s a very minor detail but it’s never forgotten.

the person with pluto emphasised in the birth chart has an etheric imprint
that remains deeply impressed like a shadow, long after the body has vanished. it can feel like midnight at every hour, new is always fusing with old, in darkness they fly,  because they can become intimate with their own shadow. plutonian types constantly provoke the unconscious and have lists of desires. they want to sear away at the subterfuge and be so close to death they can taste it, and then return to revel in the wisdom and glory of unconscious treasure boxes. it can rain needles in pluto’s territory. it can also shower crystals spindled from the brightest and most valuable light. 8th house energy is all about resources and archetypal power. so the individual can soak in scorpio oceans of gold 

Colossal head of Serapis

This head depicting the Greco-Egyptian god Serapis is from a colossal statue that stood over 4 metres tall. The statue is thought to be from the Temple of Serapis, a huge sanctuary measuring 101 metres by 78 metres, which once stood in the ancient Egyptian city of Canopus. The impressive remains of this sanctuary were recently discovered by underwater archaeologists led by Franck Goddio.

In this statue, Serapis wears his characteristic headdress, a corn measure known as a kalathos, symbolising abundance and fertility. Alongside his funerary and royal roles, Serapis was worshipped for his healing powers, which according to ancient historians were particularly potent in Canopus. People came from afar to sleep within the temple complex in order to be healed by ‘incubation’, when miraculous cures were delivered in a dream.

The god Serapis is said to have been introduced to Egypt by the ancient Greek ruler Ptolemy I. Serapis was aimed at Greeks living in Egypt and his worship developed where Greek presence was prevailing, notably in Alexandria and Canopus. The popularity of this universal god also flourished outside Egypt in the Greek Mediterranean world, then later in the Roman Empire.

Colossal head of Serapis. Canopus, c. 200 BC. On loan from Maritime Museum, Alexandria. Photo: Christoph Gerigk. © Franck Goddio/Hilti Foundation.

the person with pluto emphasised in the birth chart has an etheric imprint
that remains deeply impressed like a shadow, long after the body has vanished. it can feel like midnight at every hour, new is always fusing with old, in darkness they fly,  because they can become intimate with their own shadow. plutonian types constantly provoke the unconscious and have lists of desires. they want to sear away at the subterfuge and be so close to death they can taste it, and then return to revel in the wisdom and glory of unconscious treasure boxes. it can rain needles in pluto’s territory. it can also shower crystals spindled from the brightest and most valuable light. 8th house energy is all about resources and archetypal power. so the individual can soak in scorpio oceans of gold

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Scythian Silver Horse Harness Ornaments, 4th Century BC

The large oval plate is decorated with a deity controlling two wild animals. Each round ornament represents the bust of a man wearing animal skins.

The horse held an important place in the everyday life of the Scythians. Impressive amounts of horse remains have been found in several hundred Eurasian graves. The animals were sacrificed and buried with their harnesses which were sometimes decorated with gold, silver or bronze.

Sun in Virgo, Moon in Libra- You are friendly and know how to make a good impression, but you can remain detached and impersonal in relationships. You are somewhat quiet, observant, and critical. You tend to judge others before getting to know them which can make you seem highly aloof. You have an intellectual curiosity and love to experiment. You can sometimes avoid confrontations but you are also very balanced emotionally.

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Honestly Yasuke Matsuda is one of the most underappreciated Dangan Ronpa characters. This kid, in his first year of high school (somewhere between the ages of 15-17 in the DR timeline) he played some role in the creation of Izuru Kamukura. It's likely he designed and/or implemented the surgeries on Hinata but various sources conflict as to his involvement. The following year, he performed experimental surgery on his girlfriend and the only significant female in his life and most likely the person closest to him. He literally made his girlfriend forget about him and herself to save her from being questioned, due to her involvement in the student council incident. Matsuda kept treating her to make sure the memories didn't resurface, while making sure the events she planned fell into place. During his 1-2 years at school, Matsuda also CREATED the New World Program with two other high school kids. Adding this to schoolwork and whatever public projects he needed to do to keep his SHSL impressive and remain on the good side of teachers and staff, there's no way he wasn't under an enormous amount of pressure. It's even possible he treated students, because of the mysterious change of Komaeda's time left to live (a year at the start of his time at school, extended to whenever SDR2 takes place), implying that Matsuda treated his frontotemporal dementia. Because of his surgery and research, Junko was able to alter the memories of the kids in the first game. Because of his work on the New World Program, the events of the second game were possible. Because he assisted with creating Kamukura and allowed Junko to escape questioning after the student council incident, she was able to bring about the downfall of civilization itself. The events at HPA were toxic already but because of Matsuda's skills combined with the abusive/manipulative relationship he was in, the events of the other games were possible. It's implied that he had no family, his mom dying previously. This kid had no family and few friends, and was in a toxic relationship. Junko was able to manipulate others she had only briefly known, and she had been able to build Matsuda's self esteem around her reactions for years. Yasuke Matsuda is incredible important to the plot of Dangan Ronpa and frequently overlooked by fans.
Distant Memories - Fenris/Hawke

He wakes from another nightmare.

Within moments the precise details slip away like a landslide, but the impressions of the pain remain, pronounced in the sweat on his brow, the tears that slide down beet-red cheeks, the heat that permeates his bones and the shiver that racks his body in spite of it. Swiftly he throws the sheets off himself, needing to rid himself of their constriction, and his palms go to his eyes, wiping away the evidence of the pain his subconscious caused. 

The crack of a whip.

Lungs gasping for breath as his throat is constricted by a chain.

The knowledge that the fading images are not only a dream, but also a memory. 

He tells himself to breathe through it. He opens his eyes to fixate them on the window, the forest-green curtains closed off from night or day, he is unsure which. 

“You’re ok.”

The voice behind him is even more familiar than Danarius’ once was. That voice belongs to one who has soothed him countless times through these nightmares of slavery, dreams of his days spent as a dog eating scraps off the floor. 

The owner of that voice turned him from a dog to a wolf.

A cool hand presses against his shoulder, rubbing slow circles, murmuring in tones that aren’t forming words.

Words aren’t needed. His presence is enough. 

Fenris begins to resurface from drowning, rubbing moisture from his tear ducts; he searches out Hawke’s amber eyes, and when he finds them, they are warm with concern and accented by furrowed brows. 

“That was a bad one,” Hawke mutters. “Can I get you a glass of warm milk?”

Fenris shakes his head as Hawke’s reassurance further chases away the last vestiges of the nightmare. 

They have become less and less frequent over the years, and Fenris knows it is because of Hawke. The memories, too, are becoming less clear: facial features are less distinguished, pain is diminished, details are fleeting.

Hawke is turning Fenris’ living nightmares into distant memories.

And so Fenris presses a kiss to Hawke’s brow, inhaling his sandalwood-and-cinnamon scent. “No warm milk will be needed, although I would not say no to your arms.”

Hawke grasps Fenris’ torso, pulling him in close, and within minutes Fenris is asleep again.

This time, he dreams of a wolf and a hawk.

Sometimes one creates a dynamic impression by saying something, and sometimes one creates as significant an impression by remaining silent.
—  The Dalai Lama
Felicity Smoak could have been so easily bungled. All the TV clichés are there: a wisecracking geeky sidekick; a cute blonde in a short skirt; the girl who pines for her best friend. Yes, Felicity is all of those things, but she is also none of those things. Emily Bett Rickards and the Arrow writers have created a rich, complex character who impressively remains consistent without feeling stagnant. Case in point: Felicity has always been a brave character (stopping the earthquake machine, stabbing Slade Wilson, talking to Moira Queen), but this week, Felicity’s bravery reaches new levels of nerve and chutzpah. And I’m not just talking about straddling Oliver Queen. (Though that is one of my favorite topics of conversation.)
—  ACCURATE
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after, it was easy to find words
stumbling over each other in almost stutters
heartsache, heartsease, the way the impression
of you remains beside me in the bed like a ghost
the silence after slammed doors unlike all others
the way my heart felt broken even if doctors said it was whole
how I was told there are other fish in the sea, as if
I would want to go swimming again save to drown
hunting the dictionary to find you in forgotten words
– you loved the obscure – perhaps why you left –  
I found culccino is the mark left behind on a table
by a moist glass and that is me and that is you
touching lives and leaving behind crop circle rings
and the memory that once there was something more
sitting at the table watching rings fade waiting for epiphany
we don’t have it in us to do more than walk away
even if culcaccino don’t leave the same mark as tears
they dry slower at times and this means too much
because after it is too easy to find words
all that we have is our silences