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iseiis · 6 months
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i love looking through my drafts nothing bad ever happens there
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nothing bad ever happened to me... int he safety of my own drafts.. haha....
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iseiis · 6 months
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to whom it may concern the stephen mitchell translation of the iliad is one of .. if not my favorite so far (another riveting hot take from tumblr user iseiis) (the introduction alone made me weepy) and i know this is peak nerd culture but... if you listen to the audiobook the narrator is doc oc from spiderman 2... thanks for coming to my tedtalk
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iseiis · 6 months
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still working on the blog makeover.......
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iseiis · 6 months
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“His attention is like the sun, [...] Glorious at first, but then it just—burns.”
-the other lamb (2019)
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iseiis · 6 months
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she :(
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ft. peak briseis characterization
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if anyone cares........... i am (re)reading the iliad (stephen mitchell translation) and sotg + twot as well to get back ~into my groove~
(+ listening to the hour long monologue of an iliad as part of my daily affirmations)
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iseiis · 6 months
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if anyone cares........... i am (re)reading the iliad (stephen mitchell translation) and sotg + twot as well to get back ~into my groove~
(+ listening to the hour long monologue of an iliad as part of my daily affirmations)
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iseiis · 7 months
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i am not dead!
however i now have occipital and temporal neuralgia after my accident which means i get to enjoy stabbing/goring/burning sensations all over my scalp, forehead, and around my right eye at random intervals throughout the day, sadly due to the healthcare system where i live there are no options for treatment until 6 months from now since treatment might paralyze the nerves or something. at this point who knows!
but basically my head is apparently much worse off than i initially thought and i am living in 40 minutes blocks of activity -> laying down in a dark and quiet room with no brain stimulation -> 40 minutes of activity -> no stimulation etc etc. so sadly idk when i can be back but i felt bad leaving on a note of "i hit my head but i'm fine!!" *doesn't post for 5 months* lest ye all think the opps got me. the opps didn't get me!!!!!
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iseiis · 1 year
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briseis having intrusive & very violent thoughts in moments of physical closeness is an underrated aspect of her character from sotg; having split-second visions of someone in a pool of blood while you're supposed to be cutting their hair as an eerily intimate ritual of servitude is actually #slay
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iseiis · 1 year
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troy, 2004
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iseiis · 1 year
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still think it's lame that the troy movie mixed up briseis/chryseis/chryseus characters and made briseis a priestess of apollo(?!?) but didn't even have the courage to put briseis in this kind outfit #slay
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iseiis · 1 year
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SENTENCE STARTERS FROM 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒 𝟑.
A crow in his cage as you see, now.
But here we are, an encounter for the ages!
I cannot comprehend this myself, let alone teach it to you.
When a pupil strays from the path, the master must intrude.
Little bird, what's to be gained?
You are a vile, starved beast.
If you didn't invade, didn't pillage, whatever would you do?
You beast. You've trifled with the wrong knight
Vicious one, aren't you? I knew it all along.
You are no longer of use. You'll run free no more.
Duties we each bear, but one's duty is a solitary affair.
I'm afraid I've involved you in my affairs, over a little promise, at that.
...Oh you could at least act as if you are paying attention!
But, why... Is that all I'm worth?
No matter the victim's stature, every killing has a consequence.
Well, you look reasonably sane.
Shame on you, you insatiable wench.
Shame on you, you rotten cleric.
It wasn't me, but you still deserve an apology.
By the gods, curiosity is going to kill you kittens.
Some places are better left alone, you know.
You're still alive, and I'm here grovelling in the dirt, so to speak.
I won't ask for thanks, but I certainly deserve it.
Please, take this. Recompense for my foolish request.
You'll go mad one day, but not today. 
That's what you mad fools always say. 
There is a darkness within man, and I am afraid you will peer into it.
Fear not, your choice will bring you no scorn.
Be careful though. Few humans are privy to this knowledge.
As captain, 'tis my duty to honour knights of great accomplishment.
Thy duty is all, and thy duty lieth elsewhere.
Then tarry no longer and begone. 
Every fleeing man must be caught. Every secret must be unearthed.
Please, bear witness to our resolve...
Make the tales true, and burn this world away.
When the world rots, we set it afire.
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iseiis · 1 year
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foreigner's god – silence of the girls – heroides 3
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DREAMS BECAME LESSONS, lessons became dreams : things happened all at once or not at all. had he done that or only dreamed it?
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iseiis · 1 year
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Iphigenia (1977)
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iseiis · 1 year
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sea of tranquility.
dialogue starters from sea of tranquility by emily st. john mandel.
can a house be haunted by failure?
sometimes you don’t know you’re about to throw a grenade until you’ve already pulled the pin.
i am absolutely certain there was not a single thought in my head.
i heard something. i don’t know. it seemed … supernatural.
would it help to unburden yourself?
i’ve heard stories. that is, one hears stories.
someone who works long hours can hide anything.
you look like you’ve seen a ghost.
everyone feels like a fraud sometimes.
i hope i never get used to it.
what was your first clue that you loved ____?
what’s your idea of the perfect murder?
everyone has their own idea of what constitutes a big moment.
you’re a master of deflection. you’re like some kind of deflection ninja.
it’s hard to know what we know sometimes, isn’t it?
oh, god. pretend i didn’t say that. i’m tired. i shouldn’t have.
i need to talk this through with someone i trust.
i’m fine, thanks for asking. nice to see you too.
you missed me so much you had to come home early?
i saw some things i wish i hadn’t.
i’d do it again. i wouldn’t even hesitate.
no one’s better than me at what i do.
i don’t know if we’ll see each other again.
i was reckless. tempting fate, i suppose.
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iseiis · 1 year
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@joyuex​  sent :  some  men  are  not  built  for  adventure.  some  men  should  concern  themselves  with  gentler  things.    
 briseis  cannot  bear  to  even look  the  knight  as  he  speaks.  her  gaze  is  fixed,  and  have  not  wavered  since  she  first  stumbled  upon  the  scene,  on  the  unseemly  mass  of  fabric  and  limbs  awkwardly  collapsed  in  the  grass  between  them,  partially  obscured  by  tall  weeds.  the  garden  has  grown  unruly  in  the  years  alcimus  has  been  away  to  war,  and  they’d  meant  to  deal  with  it  since  they  both  came  back.  the  overgrowth  spares  her  the  gruesome  details  –  she’s  only  able  to  make  out  the  top  of  his  head  from  the  auburn  locks  peeking  through  the  green,  at  an  undeniable  distance  from  where  his  torso  is  hunched  over.
 she  feels  the  entire  weight  of  him  squarely  on  her  chest,  the  taste  of  his  blood  in  her  mouth  like  it’s  her  own.  it’s  a  wonder  she’s  able  to  speak,  convey  any  sort  of  accusation  or  inquiry  and  yet  the  knight  gives  her  nothing  but  insult  for  all  her  trying  –  “ he  was  gentle. ”  petulant,  a  childish  effort  to  defy  the  judgement  a  stranger  would  impose  upon  them  in  their  own  home  –  her  home  now,  as  it  were.    poor  alcimus,  she  thinks.  poor,  sweet  alcimus.  sweeter  in  death,  perhaps,  than  in  the  time  they  shared,  however  brief.    “ why?  i– ”    she  turns  her  head  to  the  side,  a  moment’s  respite  from  the  horror,  and  bites  down  on  the  words  to  prevent  them  getting  away.  “  what  have  you  done? ”
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iseiis · 1 year
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i need to stand ankle deep in a creek about this
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