Gideon Nav: A Woman Who, Surrounded By The Most Repressed Elderly Nuns Ever, Independently Invented Being

They’re so Orpheus and Eurydice. But like. If Eurydice went willingly down so Orpheus could live, and Orpheus gouged out his eyes so he wouldn’t fail.

Partially inspired by this post and, you know, everything i love being orpheus and eurydice in some way

okay so I was listening to Never Love An Anchor, and just had the random idea to attribute it to Tuva and Wulf. The entire song itself isn't very accurate to their relationship and story. It's about a parent willfully abandoning their child for what they thought was their own betterment, and so on and so forth, and being guilty for what they have done. But like, Tuva blames herself for losing Wulf ~ she thinks she abandoned him, failed him, and feels deeply terrible for not having been there for him. She wonders at what he may have become, or where he might be, and clings to the slim sliver of hope that he might be all right after all. And like:

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel

I am all the things they might have said to you

Do you ever think of me and my two hands?

And wonder why they never soothed your fevers?

And wonder why they never tied your shoes?

And wonder why they never held you gently?

And wonder why they never had the chance

To lose you?"

“what’s your favorite horror movie?”

idk maybe when Andromache drew a bath for Hector to return to, not knowing that he was already dead

Idk maybe when his baby son cried at the sight of his father in a helmet, and so, laughing with his wife, he took it off and laid it on the ground, then held his son in his arms and kissed his head. All the while, his house mourned for him while he was still living

IDK IDK maybe when he died, Achilles tied him to his chariot and dragged him around troy for his family to see. Maybe when his people had to stop his aged father from running out the gates and wallowing in dung to beg for his son's body. Maybe when Achilles continued to desecrate his body for the next several days, until the gods themselves couldn't bear it any longer, all the while keeping his body preserved from injury. Maybe when Priam, the old king, kissed his sons' murderer's hands under the cover of night just to get his eldest's body back

Illien Etharinae, an Eladrin bard

your honor i was just furthering the plot

she is me and i'm her

TAD is the only band in existence actually

literally all their songs are bangers. no i do not take criticism. if you dare speak ill of them you forfeit your rights to your appendix. also get scurvy🪄

random very messy sketch of Jurdan :3

My bisexual-ass: I go both ways

Narrator: she in fact went nowhere. She didn't like to leave the house

Vivi: Ask your man what he is most afraid of, and if he doesn't say "losing you", then dump him

Jude: Cardan what are you most afraid of

Cardan: You