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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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kennexara · 10 months
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so uh, remember back in 2019 when I was like I want to do a Dishonored cross-stitch, something harder than the Outsider’s Mark but also easier than actual people? And I wasn’t seeing a lot of existing patterns so I spent some time messing with C-Stitch and didn’t start stitching it until 2020? And I decided it would look cooler if I used the Diament metallic gold instead of just plain gold floss, aka I made it 10x more difficult. And also it would be 10in by 10in which is big for me. Like, I’ve never finished anything that big. 
Well, until now.
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itoshi-s · 1 year
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Since rin alr inspected readers pussy, why dont we give sae a shot lol
OHHHHHHHHHHH sae's so much worse than rin :(
cw: pussy inspections, overstimulation. fem reader. characters are aged up in their mid 20's.
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he's so teasing and slow. takes his time prodding, touching, crooking his finger in different ways, then adding one or two more, then moves to tasting u instead or maybe just toying with ur clit :/ giving it a pinch to see if you're still going to squeal and mewl the same way u used to months ago. has an insufferable smirk on his face the entire time - but his eyes are soft, enamored bc no matter how long he's away for, your body still reacts to him the same way. you will always be waitin for him, spread out and watching with hopeful eyes, pushing past your limits like a good girl - just to satisfy him and prove that you love him so, so much :(
prob ends up cumming in his pants as he does it .......... oh lawd he just gets so desperate - but he has to check up on u first, make sure his girl's been on her best behavior 4 him :( he goes at it for hours, two or three, you can't rly tell - but you're so swollen and throbbing by the end of it, overstimulated until there are dried tears on your cheeks, bottom lip bleeding from gnawing at it so forcefully. he's just as breathless as you are by the time he's done, has this gorgeous flush spread along his sun kissed skin, pupils blown wide behind thick lashes. fuck. you've done so good, angel. he crawls on top of you, grabs your face in large hands as he brushes hair out of your eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead. so, so good. want you t' take care of me now. can you do that? yeah? that's my girl.
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daily-property-police · 3 months
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Day 385- today they shall feast like kings
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nerdy-talks · 1 year
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A beautiful man enjoying some Demonus while admiring cherry blossoms 🌸
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roselise · 22 days
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I smell like honey and orange blossom tonight ~ !
Feeling very much like a cute little garden fairy c:
🤍 * ·̩͙ 🎀 ⊹ ♡
♡ 🌷 ⊹ 🍯 ˚ . 🤍
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trans-xianxian · 4 months
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poem I wrote awhile ago, posted today for my 7 year almostdeathiversary
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sakasagami · 11 months
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Baobhan Sith
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solradguy · 11 months
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What’s that one image of sol badguy wjere he’s screaming and on fire because that’s me when I’m in the middle of a bath and bodyworks experiencing sensory overload
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runefactorynonsense · 6 months
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Cozytober - Day 18 - Soup
Y'know we'll have to clean this up, right?
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Maverick during that volleyball game be like:
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kingwilliamv · 11 months
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I spy the miniature version of the Coronation medal 👀
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yandere-sins · 10 months
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If Ghost & König big, bad soldiers... why comfort characters?
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natsmagi · 11 months
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im going to lose my fucking mind she is so CUTE
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softquietsteadylove · 8 months
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Would you continue the president au one? Something sweet maybe?
"The President's day is bifurcated between the office and time for herself in privacy," Gilgamesh told the reporters eagerly trying to worm their way inside. "There is no security surveillance, no wire tapping. The home of Madam President must remain unpolitical so as to separate the person from the job and her obligation to the people. This is all public record."
"But sir, the people have questions!" the reporter wailed at him as security started pushing the crowd back. "The last president had an unprecedented amount of 'private time' and it turned out he was-"
"A mistake," Gil cut in harshly, effectively stopping that train of thought. "And one we won't make again. Now, I am going to briefing, Chief of Communications Sersi is going to be here to address the day's business shortly--excuse me."
Gil pressed his back to the doors as soon as he was inside. They always 'tipped off' the press when he was going to be entering the household, so no one could become too suspicious of it. It was true that the actual residence in the house and office was completely off limits to foreign clearance, press, they didn't have security cameras in it, nothing.
But damn, he was just trying to see his own girlfriend.
Gil unbuttoned his coat and walked into the home part of the house. He was well familiar with it, even with how careful they were not to betray the nature of their relationship. "Thena?"
She was in the kitchen.
"Hey," she greeted him with a smile, putting together a sandwich for herself. She was rid of her pantsuit and even had her hair down.
"Hey," he whispered, kissing her with a hand in her silken blonde hair. He pressed his nose to her cheek, "gonna cut that in half for me, or what?"
"I could say no, but you cooked everything else in that fridge," she snorted. There was another fridge for the food prepared for her by the house chef, of course, but this one was her personal one, for her personal use, in her personal kitchen.
Effectively Gil's kitchen, since she couldn't be trusted to make a grilled cheese without security thinking there was a threat in the residence.
"How was it out there?" she asked as she held up half the sandwich for him, trading kisses between bites.
"Media's a little worked up because of your week off, which we knew they would be," he shrugged, undoing his tie as well. Thena took the liberty of undoing his first few shirt buttons. "Sersi and Kingo will handle it."
"Okay," Thena murmured, unable to do much else in the moment. She leaned against him.
"Hey," he chuckled, rubbing her back while she was wearing his Secret Service hoodie from his time in security. "You have a week off. It's for your mental health--to not be worried, okay?"
"Do I seem capable of relaxing?"
Gil kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then tilted her chin so he could get her lips, "I think I know how to relax you."
"Oh you do, do you?" she smiled into the kiss, happily letting him lead her into the small frenzy of affection. She sighed, "I miss you."
"I'm right here," he whispered.
"You know what I mean."
"I do," he nodded before taking another bite of sandwich, "and I'm still here anyway."
Thena accepted another bite too.
"We're here, we're okay," he assured her as best he could while they stole their time together.
It was only recently they were able to start bringing him into the residence without suspicion from the inside forces, let alone the media and public. Even as her assistant, there was only so much time he could spend in her home before it became questionable.
"Some anniversary," she whispered, tucking her head under his chin. "I'm sorry, Gil."
"None of that," he rubbed her arm, resting his cheek against her hair, "You know I'm happy so long as I'm with you. And we knew this would come--that it wouldn't be easy."
"Still," she sighed a little more impatiently. "I'm supposedly the most powerful person in the country and I can't even get you a damn present without half the world knowing?"
"What would you get me?" he raised an eyebrow, finishing off the last tiny bite of the sandwich and licking his fingers. "I have everything I need right here."
Thena rolled her eyes as he kissed her cheek, "I'm serious, Gil."
"So am I."
She patted his chest, "well, it seems negligent to not get you anything at all."
"Well," he shrugged, "what if I didn't get you anything either?"
Thena shook her head though, giving his side a pinch before seating herself at the table. "I know for a fact that you did. And even if you hadn't, you got me this week off. That's...more than I can fathom."
Gil smiled at her though, also sitting at the table across from her, like they could be a normal couple in a normal house. "Sweetheart, I don't need anything from you because the fact that I can still be with you even after everything that happened last year?--that's my gift. And I don't want to take that for granted."
She gave him that soft, glassy eyed look that meant that she was wallowing in her guilt.
He reached over for her hands, "do you remember what we were doing this time last year?"
She rolled her eyes ever so fondly at him as she let him give each and every one of her fingers an affectionate little squeeze. "I was still vice at the time, you were my dedicated SS. I could still go home at the end of the day and you could sneak in dressed as a delivery guy."
He grinned at her, "and I did deliver every time, didn't I?"
She rolled her eyes at him for real this time, "Gilgamesh."
"And?" he prompted her.
She sighed, looking down at their hands, "and you told me that the dates in my living room with pizza and wings and cheap wine were dates--real dates."
"Because?"
She pursed her lips at him, not thrilled at being led like a fawn. She huffed, "because it was a date and it was with me and that was all you wanted."
Gil beamed at her with a laugh. "God, I'm such a good boyfriend."
"Stop it," she groaned, trying to lean away and pull her hands back to her.
He held on though, determined to keep her with him in the moment. He tilted his head to look at her, "that's still true, Thena. I don't care if I'm sneaking a burger and fries into your room between press briefings or we're at a diplomatic dinner. I wanna be with you. That's all."
Thena sighed, blinking in such a way that he knew she was trying not to cry. She shook her head, "you are a good boyfriend, much to my dismay."
He grinned; that was her way of saying that she loved him. He chuckled, "I love you, too, sweetie."
She let him stand and kiss her hair on the way to the fridge.
"So," he said more loudly and upbeat, "what to have for a real anniversary meal?"
Thena turned in her seat to look at him. On the one hand, he wanted to make their meals for the two of them. And on the other hand, she also couldn't ask the resident chef to make two servings of a gorgeous meal for her alone.
Well, she could, and no official questions would be asked. Risky, though.
"What do you feel like?" he asked as he rolled up his sleeves. He could change into something more comfortable after he was done with their dinner.
Thena smiled at him, hair over her shoulder, curled up in her chair in a ball. She looked sweet. "Pasta?"
He had onions, carrots, celery, herbs, leeks, tomatoes... "I think I can pull that off."
She stood from the chair and came over to him, sliding her lithe little arms around him from behind and pressing her face to his shoulder, "thank you, Gil."
He looked down and craned his neck to try and kiss her hands on his chest.
She laughed into his shirt before rising on her toes to kiss the back of his neck. "I'll pour some wine, you focus on the food."
Gil let her slide away from him, although the ache that could resonate in his chest when they were at work didn't follow. In here, they could be themselves, and he could be as perfect a boyfriend as he wanted.
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