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Imagine Thranduil and Elrond fighting over you for your hand in marriage.
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Men had gone to war over less than this as history has written, but these were not men. They were not of your people; you didn’t know whether to be grateful of it or not.
Elves tended to think themselves above the baser instincts of man, but as Elrond led you into your second dance of the night, Thranduil wondered if it was true. A war seemed simpler than all of this, these feelings that had bewitched him since shortly after he had met you. It was the only explanation--- some involvement of sorcery--- though he knew it wasn’t true.
It was your nature that had drawn him in, and Thranduil was not the only one affected by you. The evidence of Elrond’s affliction had become clearer to him with each passing day.
Yes, Thranduil thought as he finished off another goblet of wine while watching you dance with his rival for your affections, it would be much simpler were elves to make war as easily as men do.
If you were a simple prize to be won with war, he has no doubt he would be tempted to wage it. Instead, the Elvenking was confounded with thoughts of how to earn the smile you give him when you part from Elrond at the end of your dance.
Setting his goblet aside, he settles on claiming your next dance.
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𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰?
Y/N- Your Name
Bbf/n- Boy Bestfriend Name
H/n- His name
You were playing volleyball. May I add, in front of your crush. Your P.E teacher made girls play the game while the boys sat. You were nervous to say the least. You managed to play well surprising yourself. Everything was going well , that is until this girl who despised you, pushed you.
You fell pretty bad and sprained your ankle. You felt tears welling up in your eyes not just because of the pain but also because of the embarassment.
Your boy bestfriend volunteered to carry you to the medical room.
"Bbf/n its us boys' turn now you go I'll take her to the medical room" you hear your crush suddenly say.
"No no h/n i can carry her-" your friend tries to say but he gets cut off by your crush, " Dont worry I'll take care of her."
Blood rushes to your cheeks as you lower your head down. You suddenly feel yourself being lifted up. Your crush picks you up bridal style and walks to the medical room.
"Does it hurt very much?" he asks trying to build up a conversation.
"Not that much" "oh okay"
You both fall silent again.
"You play really well" he says.
"Oh really? I barely get out of my bed, I dont know how I managed to score even one point" you reply, surprised.
You both reach the medical room and find that the nurse is out somewhere.
Your crush takes it upon himself to treat you.
You stare at him as you try to wrap your mind around your current situation.
"I know I'm handsome but even I get shy darling" you hear him say.
Your cheeks flush and you look down at your lap. He then raises you chin to look at him.
"Look me in my eyes love" he starts off "I don't think that I can keep this to myself anymore, I have fallen for you Y/N, I love the way you are yourself. You inspire me to be more of me. Its ok if you don't reciprocate my feelings, but i just wanted to let you know."
You are still processing that your crush likes you back and are on cloud nine, meanwhile he takes your silence as a rejection.
He starts to leave mumbling" I'm sorry I ruined our friendship." As soon as he reaches the door, you call out to him" H/n wait! I like you too. No wait, scratch that, let me rephrase I LOVE you. I have fallen for you since the day I got to know you. You bring me so much joy-" even before you get to finish your sentence, you feel a pair of lips on yours.
You both share a sweet kiss, full of love. You both pull away, foreheads still resting on each other's. "Will you be my girlfriend Y/N?" He asks." Is that even a question to ask ? Of course I will."
Who knew that the girl you disliked would be the cause of you getting your happiness? Who knew that the man you always dreamed of was going to turn your dreams into reality?
Whoknew?
⸻⸻⸻♡⸻⸻⸻
Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!
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Guys.
Y’all.
I…
I just. I just… i have discovered something. And I have laughed too much. I have laughed every time I have tried to explain it to someone. I cannot get through this.
Look. Okay.
There are two things you need to know, here.
First: There’s a style of Greek pottery that was popular during the Hellenic period, for which most of the surviving examples are from southern Italy. We call them ‘fish plates’ because, well, they’re plates, and they’re decorated with fish (and other marine life).
Like this one, currently in the Met:
Or this one, currently in the Cleveland Museum of Art:
They’re very cool. We’re not 100% sure what they were for, because most of the surviving ones were found as grave goods, but that’s a different post.
The second thing you need to know is that when we (Classics/archaeology/whatever as a discipline) have a collection of artefacts, like vases, sculptures, paintings, etc. and we do not know the name of the artist, but we’re pretty sure one artist made X, Y and Z artefacts, we come up with a name for that artist. There are a whole bunch of things that could be the source for the name, e.g. where we found most of their work (The Dipylon Master) or the potter with whom they worked (the Amasis Painter), a favourite theme (The Athena Painter), the Museum that ended up with the most famous thing they did (The Berlin Painter) or a notable aspect of their style. Like, say, The Eyebrow Painter.
Guess what kind of pottery the Eyebrow Painter made?
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zeus: your boy is out of control. he’s down there creating storms and tsunamis and causing mass chaos. i think you need to-
poseidon: LOOK AT HIM GO! HAHA LOOK LOOK LOOK HE JUST DROWNED THAT ENTIRE ARMY OF MONSTERS
zeus: that’s not-
poseidon: OMG LOOK HES CAUSING A LITTLE EARTHQUAKE NOW! YES! GOOD! NOW USE YOUR SWORD TO- YES THATS IT SON!!
zeus:
poseidon: DROWN THEM ALL!! SHAKE THE GROUND!! FLOOD THE WHOLE AREA!! SINK IT TILL IT’S GONE!!
zeus: brother you need to-
poseidon: you’re just jealous.
zeus:
poseidon: he’s wonderful.
zeus: he’s-
zeus:
zeus: is he… doing the macarena?
poseidon: yes
poseidon: he likes to get on the nerves of his enemies. he also is physically incapable of staying serious for too long
zeus:
poseidon: i’ve never loved one of my children this much
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Imagine you're married to Laszlo Kreisler, and trying to get his attention since you're kind of jealous of the attention he gives to Mary.
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He treated her like a delicate thing to be placed atop a shelf and dusted with a dedication that only he could pursue. The gentleness in his voice when he spoke to Mary would not always bother you; yet, when coupled with the softness in his eyes, you could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy creeping into your gut. An ugly thing it was, and you only felt it from time to time, but only when he gave Mary the kind of attention he was giving her now.
Nothing less than gentlemanly, of course, but still...
Had he ever been so gentle with you? With every interaction you’ve ever had, you seem to only bring out a passion in the man that sometimes burned with such an intensity that you wondered if it would not destroy you entirely. His attentions for you were directed with a certainty that you had never questioned. Your disagreements with him had once gone on for days, until you had found a better way to vent your mutual frustrations.
You watch as he thanks her reverently for the serving tray she’s brought the two of you in the midst of his studies.
No, you think, Laszlo has never treated you so gently.
There was a ring on your finger, though, was there not?
Mary is lovely, and you thank her in kind before she retreats, leaving you alone again with the man you are still at a loss to figure out, even after all this time. You study him as he sips the tea she’s brought, as if it will help you figure out the reason for the jealousy in your heart. It’s in vain.
“What has brought upon your silence? You were rather mouthy a moment ago,” he doesn’t bother looking towards you, rather than back at his documents. The raise of his brow is enough to tell you of his curiosity for your sudden disquiet.
“I was just wondering why you’ve never treated me with such gentle longing,” you know how you sound, and yet you can’t stop the words from tumbling. A pout forming at your lips as you round the desk before you, and only then does he look up.
His brow inches higher in surprise, “Now, don’t tell me you’re jealous...”
You don’t have to admit it for him to see the truth of it, but you do anyway, “Your attentions have never been so delicate to me as you are with Mary... and you know I’m a wonderer.”
His hand reaches for your hip, and you feel his grip through the fabrics and layers between you as he steps closer. Intense. Demanding. The jealousy inside you tells you he would never touch Mary like this. His hand not at your hip tips up your chin, tearing your eyes from the scrutiny of his collar.
His lips slip into a firm line as he performs his own scrutiny of you, but his eyes soften, “You have never needed gentle attention, though, perhaps I have been mistaken in thinking you did not want them.” Then, the twinge of a smile at the corner of his lips, when he teases dryly, “Perhaps I have been blinded by how amusingly disagreeable you can be at times.”
“How dare you! I’m not disagreeable,” you huff, crossing your arms between his proximity to you.
His chuckle is full of mirth, and you know then why he has never treated you the same as he does Mary, “But you’re quite disagreeable now, my love. You need not be so, if all you want is attention.”
You’ve never needed the version of himself that he holds out to Mary to kindly ensure she does not break. You’ve told him since the moment you met him what you’ve needed from him or how you’ve found fault in his arguments. He’s always known you were not so easily broken.
You prove him right with your snark, “If you would give me attention, I would not need to cause a show of it.”
“Mm,” he sighs in faux disapproval, but his smile is nearly matching your own as he leans closer to brush his lips upon yours, “an entertaining show.”
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