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finelythreadedsky · 5 months
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JSTOR Wrapped: top ten JSTOR articles of 2023
Coo, Lyndsay. “A Tale of Two Sisters: Studies in Sophocles’ Tereus.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 143, no. 2 (2013): 349–84.
Finglass, P. J. “A New Fragment of Sophocles’ ‘Tereus.’” Zeitschrift Für Papyrologie Und Epigraphik 200 (2016): 61–85.
Foxhall, Lin. “Pandora Unbound: A Feminist Critique of Foucault’s History of Sexuality.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 167–82. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.
Garrison, Elise P. “Eurydice’s Final Exit to Suicide in the ‘Antigone.’” The Classical World 82, no. 6 (1989): 431–35.
Grethlein, Jonas. “Eine Anthropologie Des Essens: Der Essensstreit in Der ‘Ilias’ Und Die Erntemetapher in Il. 19, 221-224.” Hermes 133, no. 3 (2005): 257–79.
McClure, Laura. “Tokens of Identity: Gender and Recognition in Greek Tragedy.” Illinois Classical Studies 40, no. 2 (2015): 219–36.
Purves, Alex C.  “Wind and Time in Homeric Epic.” Transactions of the American Philological Association 140, no. 2 (2010): 323–50.
Richlin, Amy. “Gender and Rhetoric: Producing Manhood in the Schools.” In Sex and Difference in Ancient Greece and Rome, edited by Mark Golden and Peter Toohey, 202–20. Edinburgh University Press, 2003.
Rood, Naomi. “Four Silences in Sophocles’ ‘Trachiniae.’” Arethusa 43, no. 3 (2010): 345–64.
Zeitlin, Froma I. “The Dynamics of Misogyny: Myth and Mythmaking in the Oresteia.” Arethusa 11, no. 1/2 (1978): 149–84.
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bungiri · 2 months
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS !!! WILL U BE CAMILLA’S VALENTINE ??
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campbyler · 2 months
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if i had kept chapter 9 in one part, it would currently be 36k. and counting. so you're welcome, everybody
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hezuart · 4 months
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Don't watch then? If you're going to be disappointed no matter what then don't watch
I think some people don't realize that Helluva and Hazbin are capable of good writing, that they are capable of amazing animation, good songs, and ideas. They HAVE that stuff, they've done it before, and continue to do it, not as often as before, but there are diamonds in the rough. It's the execution and vast changes in direction that fall flat, that are not good because the direction is lost, interactions become contradictory, the story doesn't seem as complex... and from a fandom standpoint, a lot of people within a fandom write fics, comics, or draw art based off things they wanted to see more of in the show. AUs to twist a direction, explore different arcs, expand a character, showcase a potential relationship- all of which the show did not. Whether a show is super good or terribly horrible, out of hype or spite, it is still an inspiration.
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emblazons · 1 year
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"I think it would be easier if we were a team."
Day Five of @bylerweek2023 - Secret Identities aka - the Modern!Byler + DnD AU no one asked for
The details for their character sheets came from here + here, though only Mike's is confirmed secondary media. The details + story behind these versions of byler under the cut!
The Secret
The Cleric (Will) & The Paladin (Mike) have been playing digital campaigns together for nearly five years now, after Mike‘s then-newfound investment in Critical Role inspired him to hunt for an online DnD game to play for himself.
Inseparable on the pixelated battlefield, their half a decade of campaigning together has slowly turned them into the best of (digital) friends, as they’ve shared their deepest secrets in the anonymous-but-meaningful way you can only online. From Will admitting that his main concern even outside being ridiculed for his sexuality is healing from childhood PTSD to Mike admitting that his picture-perfect family hates his interests and would never accept that he likes guys, both of them have learned to defer to each other in and out of campaigns—they have grown deeply fond of each other through their characters’ adventures…and chats that mean more to both of them than they would dare admit aloud.
Even so, all the Cleric and the Paladin really know about each other on a practical level is that they’re both 20 this year, are both in college now, and that they both come from the Midwest—though they do hope to meet one day if it ever makes sense.
There really is nothing like a friend who gets to see the sides of you you’re not allowed to show in any other space—and neither of them wants to live their entire lives without someone who treats them as well as their longtime D&D companion.
The Identities
Mike Wheeler and Will Byers have been in each other’s orbit since elementary school in Hawkins, though Will’s been pretty distant about keeping tabs on Mike since he dated (and subsequently broke up) with his sister El during freshman year. Mike always enjoyed the time he spent with Will and could tell that Will felt the same, though Mike knew from the second he broke up with El that Will’s love for his family was going to take precedence over their mutual interest in the same (nerdy) things—the same way it did for his sister Nancy when she broke up with Will’s brother, Jonathan, when they went to college.
It’s been years since that happened now, though—and the last time Mike spoke to Will was when they gave each other a friendly hug goodbye the day of high school graduation. Now well into his 3rd year of college, Mike only knows that Will goes to IU just like he does…but on a campus of over 30,000 people and as an English major to Will’s Visual Arts, it’s not like they see each other.
Even so, time away from his exacting family has made Mike more comfortable, and he has slowly realized that it’s time to branch out of his solely hypothetical “rebellious” spaces and into meeting real people who share his interests—to fully embrace is love of DnD in real life to learn the fine art of figurine painting, soak up all the wisdom to be found in classic printed dungeon master guides, and experience the ruckus of a well-strategized in-person campaign. That’s why, on one rainy Friday night in March, he wanders into the Hellfire Club—the on-campus DnD group he’s heard of but never been brave enough to join.
Given his knowledge of Will from all those years ago, seeing the guy he grew up with sitting next to him for Eddie Munson’s grungy basement campaign wasn’t all that much of a surprise, actually. What was a surprise was what happened when he looked down at the table in front of the boy next to him….only to see “Will the Wise” at the top of Will Byers character sheet, plain as day.
tl;dr - you're 20, and your long-time online crush bestie who knows all your secrets turns out to be the brother of the girl you dated for five seconds at 14. Chaos ensues.
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arecaceae175 · 8 months
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Fairytale! I think that could be fun as either being set in a fairytale or maybe someone isn’t feeling well so one of the others tells them stories to feel better.
Prince Sky sighed to himself and let his head fall forwards to rest against the door. His hand was on the knob, but he couldn't bring himself to open the door.
Knock knock
Sky gasped and stumbled backwards.
"My prince?"
"Yeah," Sky said, clearing his throat. "Come in, Wars."
Sir Warriors opened the door and quickly pushed it shut behind him. He looked at Sky, then his face slid into a sly grin.
"Were you-"
"Don't worry about it," Sky interrupted, smoothing down his clothes.
Warriors shook his head with a smile, which Sky returned.
"Are you ready, your highness?" Warriors asked.
"Again, Wars, Sky is fine. I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose," Sky said.
"Is something wrong?" Warriors asked.
"Sun and Groose are taking the horses out today. I just... would much rather be out with Aepon. Instead I'm stuck in knighting ceremonies all day," Sky said.
Warriors bit his lip and glanced to the side. Sky's back straightened, intruiged. Warriors would never show so much expression in front of others, but was lucky enough to know his friend's tells.
"What? Is there going to be drama? Something interesting?" Sky asked.
"No one's supposed to know, but... the Oracle predicted that the next Hero is in the castle today," Warriors said.
Sky gasped. "The Hero... here? Today? Does my father know?"
Warriors nodded. "His Majesty is prepared. The Oracle will be in the ceremonies today to find the Hero."
Sky clasped his hands together and bounced with glee. He had to get all his feelings out before the ceremony, where he had to play the part of a perfect Prince in front of the Royal Court.
"This means we could finally put an end to the Warlock! Oh, I can't wait! The people could know peace again!" Sky said.
Warriors smiled, and gave Sky a look he couldn't quite decipher.
"What?" Sky asked.
Warriors' smile grew. "You're a good Prince. You'll make a fine king, one day."
Sky blushed madly, and cleared his throat. "Um. Thank you, Wars. Let's go."
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jade-of-mourning · 4 months
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the problem with mako is that once you realize just how many insanely Layered Issues™ the guy has, you realize that you cannot shove them into a single oneshot like you'd planned and that you may possibly have to write about him for a very extended period of time to expand on all the many ideas that are rotting your brain.
(he's just so. so easy to give Fucked Up Brain Things to.)
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harvestmoth · 4 months
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sorry for oc posting. will happen again in another year or so
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soft-ramuda · 10 months
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“bunny.”
i haven't written anything in a while but that changed today! i've always been intrigued with the fact ramuda fucks to forget his predicament and so have this!
cw: semi nsfw (not descriptive or anything; minors dni please!) ; fuck buddies ; bunny as a petname (bc im weak for it) ; lowercase intended
ramuda amemura x gn! reader
word count : 552
you're his only bunny he says under his breath, in between moans when he calls you up at 2 am to fuck you so good— so pleasurably good it has your mind numb, your head thrown back, your fingernails deep into the flesh of his back, and you can only form his name on your lips as they leave like a prayer— a gospel. you can't walk the morning you wake up and he isn't besides you anymore.
you're his only bunny he teases with a small smile on his lips as he circles you in the hotel room he rented for this. eyes on you like you're some sort of pathetic prey as you squirm and fidget where you stand, feeling small in his blue gaze. it's intense. just as intense as the fire that builds inside you, the way it bubbles up as he makes his way to you.
you're his only bunny he whispers in your ear and you can feel the smirk on his lips. it makes your knees buckle and a moan leave your lips. you hate it. you hate it. you hate it. but he makes you so weak in the knees. he makes your head spin. he has you wrapped around his finger. he has your body betraying you as his teasing ministrations continue between your legs, inside your shorts as he presses sweet kisses to your cheek and neck.
you're his only bunny he says; his voice as spent as you feel as his hips never stop moving against yours. it feels way too good. he has you moaning, reaching up to him, begging for him. you feel disgusted with yourself with the way he has you right now— so fucked and so desperate. so noisy for him— screaming for him as he finally let you orgasm. you can almost see a semblance of love and adoration for you in his blue eyes, and it makes your heart soar.
you're his only bunny he says reassuringly, kissing you on the head, peppering you even more in flattery and praise— it's what he's good at, you know it, and you're eating up his words as if you're the only one he says those sweet sweet words to. you know you aren't. it makes your heart ache but who cares? he has you in his arms and he's whispering sweet nothings— sweet lies— right in your ear. you won't find him next to you in the morning and for now, that's okay. he has you in his arms and he's lying right in your ear about how much he loves you.
and that's ... okay. you have him for a night— for a few hours at best. and that's okay. to have him like this, even if it made your heart ache and stomach churn, is better than to not have him at all.
but it's lie after lie after lie. you're sick of it. it made you nauseous to see his name on your caller id for nth time this week. what does want from you? why can't he just leave you alone? why are you answering him? why are you saying yes to him? why are you going over to shibuya just for him to use you like your some kind of disposable fuck toy for his pleasure to use?
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cnovelartreblogs · 1 year
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Hey guys!
I'm still struggling to keep the queue for this blog active, and I've got two other art side blogs that I'm also struggling to keep active - @zhenhunartreblogs and @dmbjartreblogs. Neither fandom produces quite enough artwork to maintain a one-post-a-day rate, and I no longer have time to go hunting through art blogs trying to find old stuff.
With that in mind, I'm going to fold both side blogs into this one.
What that means short term is that I'll just start rebloging Zhenhun/Guardian and DMBJ/Daomu Biji/The Lost Tomb art to this blog instead of those.
Long term, I'll start reblogging the content in each of those side blogs to here, and deleting the posts there, until both are empty, and then I'll delete them. (Combined, they have about 3,000 posts).
Don't worry, I don't possibly have time to inundate this blog with all that content at once, and I'll work first on getting this queue stocked with a variety of fandoms so it doesn't just become suddenly "here are 500 reblogs of Shen Wei and Wu Xie."
Thanks for your patience, everyone!
-unforth
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osoreruna · 3 months
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the first day toshinori was able to step foot outside of might tower and not be recognized by a single person the ENTIRE DAY — it did something to him...
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doctorbrown · 6 months
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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 23 / 31 * NOSTALGIA 」
December 7, 1985
❝Can you believe it's been twenty-seven years already since we got married, George?❞ Lorraine says, smiling as George wraps his arms around her from behind. He leans in and whispers something in her ear that paints her face a bright shade of red and has her giggling like a schoolgirl. Lorraine swats at George's hand half-heartedly, but her eyes are twinkling with the knowledge passed between them in their silent conversation.
Marty quickly looks away from his parents to look at Dave, at Linda, at the faint coffee stain on the couch—anywhere but there. Linda rolls her eyes, shrugs at Marty, and leans in toward her little brother to whisper, ❝You and Jennifer better not be this bad when you get to be Mom and Dad's age.❞
❝How time flies,❞ George says wistfully, ❝but these have been the best years of my life. I married the woman of my dreams, I have my family... You know, I was actually looking through some of our old stuff and you'll never guess what I found tossed in with the photo albums—our old yearbooks!❞
❝Our yearbooks? Oh, I haven't thought about those things in years.❞ Lorraine sighs, leaning back into George. ❝Speaking of high school, George, you remember Calvin?❞
Marty snaps straight to attention as Lorraine makes a noise he can't quite place. At his sides, Linda and Dave both groan in preparation for a story they've heard so many times they could recite it verbatim.
A lump the size of a baseball forms in Marty's throat and he feels the tension mounting in his shoulders as he pulls them tighter, willing to the powers-that-be that his parents change the topic or the power goes out. The lights don't even flicker and his silent pleas once again go unanswered.
He grabs his soda from the table.
❝Calvin. Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. I wonder what happened to him. He disappeared after the dance; didn't his uncle say he went back to New York?❞
They talked to Doc? Marty chokes on his drink and Linda whips her head around, her face scrunched up in a mix of concern and annoyance. ❝You forget how to drink?❞ He waves a hand at the four pairs of eyes now trained on him to say I'm fine, ignore me. Dave pats him gently on the knee.
❝He must have been one of the strangest people I ever met,❞ George continues, humming softly. ❝Always saying weird things, didn't quite fit in—❞
❝But he was so handsome,❞ Lorraine muses, and Marty feels his stomach flip. This is all still too fresh in his mind for them to be talking about this and he fights the urge to cover his mouth when he starts feeling nauseous for fear that they'll somehow put two-and-two together.
Dave's brows furrows as he asks if Marty's feeling alright and he diverts the question with a hurried nod.
❝Mm, he was an attractive guy, wasn't he?❞ Marty's eyes widen as the realisation sets in.
❝I'll never forget his advice to me: you can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it. It's what I've been teaching you kids since you were little. It's all because of him I had the courage to stand up to Biff that night.❞
Lorraine smiles. ❝You were amazing, George. It was the most heroic thing anyone had ever done for me.❞
Linda groans. ❝We know, Mom, we know. And then Calvin Klein played at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance where you kissed for the first time and fell madly in love, Dad became super popular at school and became class president, and you lived happily ever after.❞
❝Why don't I go grab one of them? I think there's even a picture or two of Calvin in there. Have we ever shown you those photos, kids?❞
Marty shoots up off the couch like a rocket as his heart slams into his ribcage. ❝Shit, uh, I just remembered I was supposed to help Doc with something; I gotta go!❞
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sri-rachaa · 2 years
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Lovely gets lost at one of William’s parties and crosses paths with one of William’s old…uninvited acquaintances.
Some threatening themes, William swooping in to save the day.
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Well, Vincent wasn’t lying when he said the soirée would be…extravagant.
Lovely wandered aimlessly, squeezing through what seemed like the never ending crowd of people. Somewhere along the line of the dozens of people who sparked a conversation with Vincent, he was whisked away from lovely-
And, well, now they can’t find him.
They awkwardly maneuvered in front and behind of the groups of people- vampires, most of them- desperately scanning through them all, looking to find Vincents familiar stature standing in the crowd-
They jumped at the sudden feeling of a hand resting on their back.
“Well, you look quite amiss”
Their eyes shot to the man towering behind them-
A vampire. A powerful vampire, aura blinding in a similar fashion to Williams.
Old blooded.
“Uhm…Just, lost my way a little, that’s all- but no worries, I’m back on my wa-“
“Now hold on just a moment.” He cut them off, shifting his hand from their back to gently cusping their forearm. “Well, aren’t you dashing…a beautiful little thing. Mmm, And, well, your scent is quite the wonderful as well.” He hunched over to close in on them, both hands tightly grasping their arm- only inches away at this point.
Lovely shifted, his grasp only growing tighter at their movement.
uh oh.
“I- I really have to go-“
He smiled, fangs almost reflecting the bright chandelier lights-
“Oh, sweet little darling…Surely You don’t have to go so soon…”
Lovely’s senses filled with the familiar sense of dread.
Fuck, Not again.
They tensed, squinting their eyes already wishing for it to be over with-
Please don’t, please don’t, Please don’t-
An arm grabbed them from behind, whisking them right out of the grasp of the other vampire.
Vincen- No.
It was William.
“Silas.”
“William”
Oh, great, they know eachother.
“Interested to find me here, Solaire? I must’ve missed the original invite, as I didn’t seem to get one-“
“For good reason, I assure you.” William spoke sternly, words lingering with a threatening sense Lovely’s never heard from him before.
They felt Williams grip on their shoulders shift.
“Little dear”
Lovely shot up at the sound of their nickname. Usually, a part of them would fluster and blush at the sound of it- though in the moment it struck another shot of fear through their system.
“Why don’t you go join Sam alongside the corner table, I’ll take things from here.” He softly said to them, reassuringly rubbing their arm where Silas’s hand mark remained.
They gulped.
“Oh…Okay…Alright.”
Lovely quickly took his offer, finally stepping away from the situation and taking one final glance back—
They were only able to see William’s expression for a brief moment before both him and Silas whisked away at vampiric speed;
Though, The malicious look in William’s typically gentle eyes may forever be encarved in their memory.
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queer-ragnelle · 1 year
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idk who needs to hear this but if you're writing an arthurian retelling and neglect gaheris...you are my enemy. either cut him entirely (like gillian bradshaw) or use him fully (like gerald morris) but under no circumstances are you allowed to dump his crimes onto agravaine and split. you're supposed to add depth, not shift the maximum two things he does narratively and leave him with nothing. gaheris did not put his whole pussy into his squire duties to be written off as the tagalong matricidal middle bro with zero personality traits to speak of. he's going on a high shelf until authors grasp this.
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frootaye · 1 year
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FROOTAYE FAVES SHOWCASE #001
@erindromeda's Video Game Music compilations!
My go-to whenever I'm looking for music to use in videos, ErinDromeda makes themed playlists using videogame music with a unique twist - each mix contains a story!
I really, REALLY appreciate how each playlist is labeled with a specific feeling, vibe, scenario. It's super helpful for my video making purposes! Most of the music in my videos has been found through an ErinDromeda mix, and I looove the variety of choice for anything you could need. You'll find both popular classics you could hear in any YouTube video, and obscure titles that you may have never of heard before!
I have to admit, I haven't been paying much attention to the story, but from what I've seen, It's genuinely interesting and fun. ErinDromeda uses videogame characters and adapts them to be parts of a large, continuous story that expands everytime a new mix is uploaded!
I discovered these playlists when one was recommended to me on the YouTube homepage - one of her more popular mixes, Video Game Music for Dancing in a Shopping Mall at 3AM! I enjoyed the variety and style, and ever since then I visit her channel whenever I'm in search of music for my videos.
For shorter versions of this and other FFS entries, check these out on twitter: https://twitter.com/frootaye/status/1647676584969531392
For videogame music lovers, storytelling enjoyers, video makers and curious viewers, check out ErinDromeda! :D
https://www.youtube.com/@ErinDromeda/featured
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beserkerjewel · 23 days
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the dude withe locs i remember u introducing who is he 👀
That's Layla's childhood best friend/love interest, Devin! He's an elementary school teacher and also a Caster!
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