#wait I already said that

[broke-on-books]

Why the hell can't I pick a topic for my term paper... I've been agonizing on this for THREE DAYS now. It's due in a WEEK. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Pick an incident in international relations" THATS LIKE MOST OF HISTORY

#pain and death #once i pick the topic itll be easy... i just CANNOT think of anything good by god #bleeeehhhhhhh #pain and suffering #wait i already said that #it just needs to be long and good and im getting so blocked up. which ive been with every fucking paper this entire semester #blah #also im always so strange picking topics. every time its just the most niche thing ever #i think i just need to care less. make it not perfect <<<would rather die than do this #but this is the smart ppl class so i dont want to be basic. hlep.

[thepublishingpress]

THE ORACULAR GODDESS

THE ORACULAR GODDESS

   A short story by Basil Dela Cruz

I swallowed as I stared out the window, the sweet smell of blossoming hyacinths overpowering everything else.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Today was the day I was to become the Oracle, Priestess of Apollo.

“Dearest?”

I turned. “Mother!” I said, forcing a smile.

She returned it. “Oh, my lovely Agathe! Aren’t you so excited? You’re about to become the Oracle! Just like your Ya-ya and me!”

“O-of course! Of course,” I said, my voice tight.

She frowned. “Agathe, why are you acting this way?“ She gasped. “Have the gods not spoken to you?”

“No, Mother! I mean, they have spoken to me!” I replied quickly, though, in reality, it wasn’t true. “I’m just feeling a bit nervous. I am to be shown to hundreds, if not thousands, of people.”

Mother patted my shoulder. “It’s okay, my dear. Now, we must go to the Temple of Apollo. We don’t have all day, you know.”

I nodded, even smiled. “Yes, Mother.”

  As we walked down the roads, so bright in comparison to my mood, the words ran in circles in my head.

Liar.

Liar.

Liar.

The gods have not spoken to you.

Liar.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

We reached the Temple of Apollo. As we went through, I rubbed the inscriptions that had always fascinated me:

ΓΝΩΘΙ ΣΑΥΤΟΝ, ΜΗΔΕΝ ΑΓΑΝ , ΕΓΓΥΑ, ΠΑΡΑ ΔΑΤΗ 

It used to comfort me, back then.

We met with stern-faced officials and the kind-eyed Pythia I was the apprentice of. We went to the Castalian Spring where people from all around Greece and even non-Greeks waited to prepare for a potential day of prophecy. The current Oracle held out the bowl to me and smiled. All eyes turned to me. I took the bowl with shaking hands and stepped forward. I carefully performed the ritual. I knew this was a tense business. If the goat shivered, then Apollo was willing to be consulted by the travelers that had come from so far away. If the goat did not, the people from afar would have to wait an entire month to consult the Oracle again. Concentrate, Agathe, I thought to myself. I poured the water on the goat.

Everyone waited.

I sent a prayer to the gods, hoping they would answer, though I expected they wouldn’t.

The goat shivered.

The crowd cheered.

Thank the gods.

After all that happened, I became the new Pythia, despite the fact I have not heard a word from the gods.

But that would be my secret, A small voice whispered within me, as the crowds cheered and my parents beamed at me, they faces filled with pride.

Then, on Δευτέρα I learned the true weight of my lies.

A hero came to the Temple of Apollo while I was seated in the adyton on a bronze tripod. He ran in and kneeled in front of me.

“Oh, Oracle of Delphi! Priestess of Apollo!” He cried. “I wish to avenge my father, who met his demise at the hands of my cruel uncle. That accursed man now sits on the throne that should be mine! He has sent me on a quest for the Golden Fleece. Will I succeed? If I do, what will happen after?”

The young man was obviously a hero in the making. If I lied and the outcome was wrong… No. Just give him a prophecy. 

“What is thine name, O young man?” I said in the most official and formal voice I could muster. 

He looked at me, awe-srtuck, so I assumed I had a good official voice. “Iason, my lady.”

“Well, then, Iason. You will indeed succeed on your quest. I have seen that you will go back to your uncle and he will acknowledge his end of the bargain, though he does so grudgingly. You will have a beautiful wife and children. You will prosper, and live a long life.”

The man smiled. Thank you. Thank you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

The next month, I wandered through the market during a lazy afternoon, ready to make the proper sacrifices for the gods when I heard snatches and snippets of conversation from whispering women and gossiping girls. 

“Oh, do come closer! I have the most interesting of news..” One of the girls drawled.

The women around her leaned in breathlessly to hear.

His old wife brought their children’s demise on an altar.

His new bride and father-in-law burned.

Crushed by the boards of his own ship.

Oh, who was he?

Iason.

She said more, I’m sure, for the women were still leaning towards her like sunflowers do to the sun, but I had stopped listening by then. I ran towards the temple, trying my absolute best not to let the guilty tears flow.

The horror.

The man was dead.

More heroes came. I was unable to do anything else but lie about the outcomes. Tell them what they wanted to hear.

All of their lives ended in tragedy.

When will I be freed of this?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➻❥➼

I was older, much older, than the 13-year-old girl who had become the Pythia. I was sitting there on my bronze stool when a young woman came. She was wearing a cloak of fine wool. I raised my eyebrows at this. Perhaps she didn’t want to be recognized or seen, but why? She stepped forward and kneeled, which I could tell slightly annoyed her. A princess, then. 

“Oh, Oracle of Delphi,” She said, her voice low and lovely, “My father’s kingdom is at risk, and I wish to seek guidance so I may assist him.”

I sucked in a breath. I opened my mouth to speak but no words spilled free. I was thinking of the kingdom, a kingdom full of people. I brought curses to any of those who came advice… A curse from the gods for lying, I realized. I could not bear it any longer. I wept and threw myself at her feet.

 "Oh dear princess!" I cried. "I am a fake Oracle, and not one to be trusted. Please, find another Oracle! They shall give you better advice than me."

 She smiled at me, and a gray aura surrounded her, revealing her true self.

 A young woman with chocolate brown curls, cool calculating eyes as big as an owl's, bedecked with armor with her famous bronze shield. 

I would have to be a fool to not know her.

Athena.

 Before I could collect my thoughts and speak, she said, "You have passed the test, Agathe. Though you have lived a life of deceit, we have given you one last chance to redeem yourself. And redeem yourself you have."

"But why have you given me this chance my lady?" I questioned her, having regained my wits.

 "Because you are to be my successor as the goddess of wisdom."

I gaped at her and she smiled.

 "Come," She commanded. "You have much to learn as a goddess."

#translation #nah #sorry for not posting #writing #literature #athena #greek mythology #delphi #oracle of delphi #priestess of apollo #apollo #doesn't appear though #idk what tags to use #ill think of something #sorry for not being active #WAIT I ALREADY SAID THAT #woops #hope you like it #agathe #original character #original post #greek gods #ancient greek #greek myths #greek pantheon #ancient greek mythology #how is that not a tag #grief #guilt #she's conflicted

[ender-does-art]

Ender sez: Enby people are cool

#Ender does a speaking #I love being enby #wait i already said that #uuhh #non binary

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

November 5, 2023 - If you know, you know. If you don't, log off now and save yourself.

It's been 16 years [x] since the WGA strike of 2007 set a chain of events that led to Castiel the angel saying he loved Dean Winchester and promptly dying exactly 13 years later on the night of November 5, 2020, nowadays known as the destielputinelection night.

It's been three years. For some, the night of November 5, 2020 has become no more than a blur of chaos, whilst for others, the memories of that day remain as vivid and raw as back then, even three years later.

It's time to make peace with the fact that there will be no peace. The ghost of destiel has not left and has contaminated the internet, going so far as to causing Supernatural to trend solely because of the use of the Destiel meme to convey the news [x] [x] [x].

Just this morning, it contributed to Putin trending on the hellsite alongside BBC Sherlock.

At this point we might as well just accept our fate.

#i'm waiting for the time this becomes a week-long celebration #why is supernatural trending #look. there's nothing i can say that hasn't been said already a number of times #so happy destiel to everyone that celebrates. and to everyone who watches in horror - i'm sorry #i'm but a humble messenger #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #nov 5th #can't wait for the next year considering yhat apprently the next US presidential election will be held on nov 5 #putin has a chance to do the funniest thing in the modern history

[oceanautumn]

man. maybe the qsmp is funny and goofy and maybe a lot of these events are outlandish and wild but it’s so nice to just see everyone putting so much effort into this. everyone’s gone all out for the trial, they’re wearing suits irl and they made a little courthouse for the trial and they had the eggs as the jury. and maybe the whole trial was completely insane (i’m still not quite sure what happened i’ll be honest) but it was so entertaining because you can see how much heart and soul everyone’s poured into it. it’s so obvious just how much fun everyone’s having and how much they care about the story they’re making and it makes me so excited for the future. i’m so excited to see where the qsmp goes from here, and i know that no matter what direction it goes, it’s gonna be absolutely amazing. proud as hell of quackity for making something so amazing

#qsmp #quackity #i know i’ve said it a few times in this post already. but genuinely i’m so excited #qsmp was crafted with genuine care and love for the game and its players #and i absolutely love it. i can’t wait to see where it goes

[skitskatdacat63]

For Dru (@fortheloveofaussiegrit), thank you for completely and utterly brainrotting me with this moment 🙏

#HEHEHEHE SOO HAPPY WITH THIS AAAAAHHHHHH #hope you like it dru <3 #originally i was just going to draw oscar with the plushie #but then im like wait....mark is the type to proudly take pics of him(that clip of him taking pics of oscar) #but seriously that clip literally fucking murdered me #like it starts off with him randomly being all cutesy like #'oscar was tucked into bed 🥰 with his teddy 🥰🥰 which is a kangaroo actually! 🥰🥰' #which like murdered me on the spot. was literally just slapping my chair at that #and then the rest of the clip praising him and then comparing at the end #THANK YOU MARK FOR THAT. I GUESS. #just like. he hears party and champagne and his first thought is oscar cozy in bed...okay 🤔🤭 #two theories(i said this to dru already): #A. he is telling the truth. i mean cmon came up with that one so quickly! #B. they had a private party to celebate oscar's win-*I am forcibly dragged away* #but jokes aside. so funny for mark to just headcanon on broadcast #f1 #formula 1 #mark webber #oscar piastri #2023 qatar gp #oscarmark #i dont know if ive actually ever seen any oscarmark fanart before? interesting #catie.art.

[thedreadvampy]

Me messaging my boss usually: of no in sorry I haven't quite finished the 6 hour piece of work you gave me an hour ago!!!! maybe I could work late and finish it after work?

Me responding to my boss asking anything of me today, my last day and the day after they tried to discipline me for mentioning unions: do it yourself or fuck off and die lol, furthermore bosses get the guillotine

#red said #WAIT RUTH CAN YOU MAKE SURE YOU FINISH THIS BEFORE YOU GO? #1) physically no. there's like 5 hours left where i have this laptop i cannot do 50 hours of work in it #2) why would i want to? literally why? you had one piece of leverage #which was extending my notice a week. and you've already made it clear a) that you won't #and b) that you don't respect me or care about my wellbeing beyond vague lipservice #so literally why would i do more than the bare minimum today? i don't owe you shit.

[jo-v-ie]

#deadpool #wait #i said that already #deadpool tho #marvel #spideypool #sometimes you just gotta draw your weird ass murdery emotionally damaged comfort character #body euphoria made me do it #i also gotta figure out a way to draw his scarring #constantly burning #DP being comfortable with himself #its so unrealistic #but my heart

[pinklume]

another installment on the Remus raised by the pack his entire life and is completely clueless about the real world AU:

“You let him put stickers on your bike,” James says, slowly.

Sirius shrugs. He surveys the room boredly, ignoring James’ keen, obnoxious gaze.

“And you kept them there.” James throws back his head and chortles, wiping imaginary tears from beneath his lopsided glasses.

“He spent twenty minutes picking them out,” Sirius defends. “I couldn’t tell him no.”

Sirius has made many people cry before, but making Remus cry would be a different type of crime altogether. More than likely, he’d end up offering his entire net worth, heart and bones.

“Sirius, you’ve told the Minister of Magic no. In fact, you told him exactly where he could shove it.”

“That’s different,” Sirius scoffs. “The minister is an idiot who wants other people to do his job for him, and Remus spends his mornings sharing toast with the birds.”

His back garden was now a sanctuary for at least twelve different owls. Remus named them all, and spent the last three days in extended excitement over the nest of owlets he had found while scaling a large oak tree.

James grins at him knowingly, running a finger over the triceratop and flower stickers stuck to the sleek black paint of his motorbike.

“You like him.”

“Yeah,” Sirius deflects, “he’s nice and clueless and wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You’re blushing,” James goads, reaching out to poke Sirius’ cheeks. “You never blush.”

He slaps his hand away, shoving at a gangly arm and spilling half of his coffee down his shirt; the scalding liquid still not enough to deter James’ laughter.

“Bloody wanker,” Sirius grumbles.

#ace said they might write something and Ive been waiting 👀👀👀👀 ljke this #this is dedicated to u ace #bc well I have already shared this with you lmao #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #James Potter #my writing #raised by the pack au

[fear-no-mort]

i like the way em takes a second to just stare at morty here. like he doesn’t immediately close the door, he takes enough time for morty to step a bit into the room, worriedly turn back and start walking close enough to him that he flinches when the door almost shuts on his face, to just stand and look at him for a bit before he thinks he’ll never see him again. ive probably mentioned this before but i really do think just purely from seeing the way he was arguing with rick and how he tried to convince him to team up against their ricks and rescue all the mortys together that evil morty has had a fondness for morty prime since Forever

look at the way they just stare at eachother the entire time the ricks are speaking both enamoured by eachother because they represent something the other could never do/have, morty being instantly interested in what em’s deal is because of the villainous nature of his rick and him and his constant unchanging glare, him having the confidence and authority that morty himself wishes to have, and vice versa because of him standing up to rick while still retaining that good-willed nature mortys usually naturally have which is something that evil morty lost and will likely never feel again

also. i know em likely didnt even see it but i love the idea that he purposely does the hands on hips stance So Much because of morty prime. look!!!

#i miss them really bad again already #can’t wait for them to look at eachother again in another season and a half approximately #actually no 2 seasons. because evil morty usually appears around the latter half of a season excluding this time #there’s no real point to this post it’s not really about anything i was just rewatching all their interactions #because as i said. i miss them already #rick and morty #morty smith #evil morty #odiespeak

[ryssbelle]

Shockothan Dory

#my art #sneak peek #trolls john dory #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #i have no idea what to call this au thing ive made #it wasnt supposed to be an au but most things i make arent supposed to be anything #and then they are #so if you have any suggestions #lemme know #i have more doodles and stuff lol #but i will be at work for like most of the day tomorrow #and by tomorrow i mean today #its 3 am rn but the day dont stop till i fall asleep #which should be soon #but ye #i wont really be able to work on or share said doodles #but i have the thing where shockathan dory came from already done #shes locked and loaded im just waiting for something #ive got doodles for bruce and clay #im kind of excited for bruce cuz i gave him a fun little redesign just his vest really #and like a little insight on his whole deal cuz heres the thing #in the movie he sends John a post card saying wish you were here but like im assuming hes still a hit salty #but like it means he wants to make ammends most likely and hes probably still p sour at john by the time the movie happens #because John never shows up not until he needs something #also bruce never put a return address tho like the card kind of speaks for itself #but still like imagine ypure finally in a place where you want to make ammends with your family and they just never show up #id be salty too tbh #and then he cant just leave cuz hes got brandy the kids and the restuarant so we got sad boy Bruce to add to this lmao

[graveposting]

me when

me hwhen the------

the brainworms-

#i was thinking about fic ideas but this would have needed too much setup #writing a fic is a commitment you gotta stick around from the beginning to the end and #drawing the thing as one picture however is #uhhh #something something i really don't know man #just inject the gravecest straight into my veins already just fuck me up thank you #art by me #gravecest #coffincest #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #technically safe for work but let's be real here #not safe for life #how's that gun taste andy #did you realize that's what she meant when she said she'd blow your brains o- #what do you mean that's even better #oh wait i forgot to tag the characters too #ashley graves #andrew graves #this image was so powerful it had to be dithered or else it would have killed everyone who looks directly at it #nsft

[thychesters]

i think zoro deserves to go a little feral with that jaw strength. as a treat. just up and decide one day that that’s it. time to start biting people.

#i just started the arlong park arc and this man really just said ‘well luffy told me to wait here so guess it’s time to murder fishmen’ #this man is the epitome of ‘what do you do while i’m gone?’ ‘wait for you to get back’ except with more bloodshed #(if he isn’t already glued to luffy’s side) #he holds a fucking sword in his teeth! imagine him biting someone! #one piece #dragging others into my one piece watch vicariously #kate watches op #arlong park

[naffeclipse]

Hi Naff! Ok, but if Humpback Y/N is rizzier of them all, then who is the most absolute rizzless Y/N out there? Like, just a pathetic wet cat of a Y/N? Like

Orca!Eclipse, who's been looking at Y/N trying to do something and failing miserably for the last 30 minutes, now laying face down in the snow crying: I need you so bad.

Beluga Y/N! They are just not one with the Rizzoli but gosh do they try. They really do. Eclipse still thinks they're adorable when they fail with a flirt.

#They're just a soppy wet cat if said cat was already in the ocean #beluga is just trying to survive and maybe sing a little song #beluga y/n: hey eclipse are you a snowman--no wait im a snowman and my heart--wait--my heart melts because im a snowman... im *not* a snowma #eclipse: ...what #beluga y/n: i dont remember anymore #apex polarity #beluga!reader

[hrwinter]

Question: if you were one of the Supergirl writers and had been tasked with explaining how or why Lena didn’t know Kara was Supergirl (given how generally obvious it would be when Lena— the world’s smartest woman— has interacted with both Kara and SG) would you have written something fundamentally different than what the show decided to go with?

i couldn’t sleep this morning, suddenly remembered this ask, and decided i desperately needed to answer it.

so my absolute favorite explanation for this was in "The Love of Forgetting" by KL Morgan. i know it would've been extremely difficult to execute on film, but i would've really liked if the explanation had been that kara used cloaking tech or the "image inducer" and that it slightly changed her face. i thought this was SO smart in the fanfic, and one of the few explanations i could actually buy; that lena doesn't recognize kara because they LITERALLY don't look the same. just both blonde, fit, and beautiful, but not the same faces. it would've been amazing if they'd just used her stunt double, but then you wouldn't have your star actress in the dramatic scenes, so. i get it.

the only other explanation i liked was for superman. i'd think i'd seen a post on here about it, but it was the idea that no one THOUGHT superman had an alter ego. no one imagined that he would pretend to be human in his downtime and hold down a job and have friends. no one was looking for superman in the real world, so no one saw the similarities between he and clark kent. that might get us to lena not recognizing kara, but my god... the evidence was abundant and insurmountable on the show which leads us to fanfic's most popular explanation...

denial. i think this one treads water a bit because we know lena's had a highly traumatic, dysfunctional upbringing. they even show us that her one other friend CANONICALLY GIVEN, andrea, lied to her and betrayed her. she just doesn't want to see it. we also see her, quite regularly, show a form of disappointment with this highly idealized concept of supergirl. she moved to national city for her. does quite a lot to get her attention and impress her. and then still believes that supergirl doesn't trust her, that she can't move past her last name. "never meet your heroes." i think maybe denial might stop her from thinking her only friend in national city and second in her life (maybe third if you cound sam) would be SO duplicitous for four years, even if lena did see all the signs (the most egregious of which to me was Supergirl SAYING HER NAME WAS KARA!) it's just extremely difficult for me to believe that a smart woman like cat grant would figure it out but not lena, so it really leaves the only explanation is emotional for lena, which sort of tracks (but not really.)

we know the show dragged it out for years because it was the most important (and only) emotional element to the show, which to me is a critique of how little they managed to build for kara than anything reasonable about lena being unable to see it. lena "finding out" was always going to be a seasonal arc, but they kept pushing it off while failing to make us care about anything else in the plot. then it's this massive amount of time that's passed but a genius hasn't guessed, but EVERYONE ON THE SHOW INCLUDING CHILDREN, have guessed kara is supergirl. it was never going to make sense. what i would've fundamentally done differently is known how to write a la ali adler in season 1 and given us real conflict, stakes, character development, etc. for kara that didn't weight her conflict with lena SO heavily that it had to be drawn out until the show was literally ending.

#hr's askhole #supercorp #that said i did enjoy the 100th episode #but what a joke that it took 100 episodes for kara to acknowledge what a lying ass the writers made her for that whole time #and melissa and katie acted the shit out of the reveal #it just made NO SENSE to wait that long #i love fics too that have lena be like 'yeah i knew already' #because she would

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

#in some ways it IS the move to go to grad school right out of undergrad #because your body can still sort of operate like a college kid #i’m on about 3ish hours of sleep rn and this morning it felt SO over but now i’ve eaten something and we’re so back #i also don’t really do caffeine. except sometimes i’ll go get one of those panera death lemonades #i might be able to snag a short nap before work #but anyway about seventeen year old emilie. i was thinking abt how she was in that movie solitude and adrien said she was seventeen #WAIT. NO. HE SAID SHE WAS SEVENTEEN IN THAT PHOTO ON HIS DESKTOP NOT IN THE MOVIE #well. okay whatever i’m gonna tell you what i was thinking about anyway #OKAY i’m back i just checked the wikipedia page and then i watched the end of gorizilla. to make sure i’m not lying. because i’m normal. #anyway i was thinking about the solitude film and how it’s super rare and old and obscure and whatever. and how apparently #emilie wrote it herself and andre produced it #and i’m thinking about how gabe was discovered by audrey and that’s how he got his start in the fashion industry #so now i’m like?? did gabe and emilie first meet on the set of solitude? because gabe was designing costumes or whatever? #and that’s how audrey found him? have people already thought about this?? #also i just checked and it doesn’t say emilie’s last name in the credits and also it’s ‘graham films’ with the twin rings logo m #so i’m assuming she’s still emilie graham de vanily at that point #anyway it comes back to seventeen year old emilie because i started imagining seventeen year old runaway emilie having her new life in pari #after escaping her british nobility life #and the first thing she does is write and star in an original movie. of course. #and she meets this repressed bisexual punk upstart costume designer who is so the opposite of everyone she’s ever known #and he’s immediately so unhealthily obsessed with her. which she appreciates. #and then they proceed to have the most toxic doomed evil relationship of all time #also she gets cheated because once gabe gets money he represses himself SO hard that he is now exactly like all the people emilie grew up w #but at least he’s still obsessed with her #this is what i was thinking about during class today. i don’t know how i get anything done either. #ml #anna rambles #asks