What’s the word for horny but not in a sexual way like I’m horny for Halloween but I don’t wanna fuck a pumpkin you feel
do u mean excited
So in ROTG all the guardians were someone before they became guardians, and they become guardians after dying
Soo does that mean
[hears distant fangirling from the hijack fandom] WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
I DID NOT EXPECT THAT
BA DUM TISHNo….
The noses are so completely different as to be opposites. Fact checking y’all. Fact checking. Also, in RoTG Santa is clearly Russian, or at the very least Eastern European, not vaguely Scandinavian.
Determamfidd is back! Let the games begin!
oh, i didn’t even begin
because helen of troy doesn’t have one face; she has a thousand. to the men of troy her face is a divine epiphany, αἰνῶς ἀθανάτῃσι θεῇς εἰς ὦπα ἔοικεν. helen, who is dreamed up again and again—all these fair shapes where desire and fear and love and womanhood and godhood meet. whatever form helen takes—even when she is reviled—she is powerful.
there’s helen, daughter of nemesis, the goddess of vengeance who was raped by zeus and gave birth to a clutch of fatal children. on a spartan riverbank they hatch wet and blinking from their eggs. clytaemnestra will be famed in blood: the queen who slaughters her husband agamemnon after he returns, polluted and pride-swollen, from troy. but helen’s ambition is unbounded. she is divine wrath: old-eyed, implacable, scourging men for their unfettered desire and hubris. this is a helen who chooses to love paris and run away with him—helen, the fair and harrowing arm of fate. according to pausanias, nemesis’ bloodline belongs to the sea; and from ilium’s tall towers helen watches the red waves of men’s bodies breaking upon a shore of swords in glinting rank-and-file. greece, as one, bends its neck on her altar of war. helen lifts the knife.
and there’s helen, the radiance of women, the half-goddess who contains vestiges of a more ancient nature deity, worshipped all over ancient greece. she is a divinity of erotic love and life in its trembling fullness, earth and flesh and fruit; often flanked by her brothers, twin stars, the dioscuri: castor & pollux. her abduction by paris becomes summer’s abduction by winter. this helen is honoured in shrines and rites; she is present when young spartan girls are left alone together on the banks of the river eurotas, to dance and sing and feast through the suspiring night-hours, ready to become women with the dawn.
and there’s helen, princess and queen of sparta. the late bronze age is a violent era, when the earth thunders and seizes and ruptures; cities are buried in lava like hot sudden blood, staved in by tidal-waves. lives are short; power belongs to the young. in this country of clans and great walled citadels, perhaps there is a helen: a queen of such uncanny power and beauty that rumour and lyre-song made her mythic. she treads the palace floors in skirts of linen and wild-silk, layer over layer, saffron and red and tyrian purple, sewn all over with gold sequins. her clothes and skin are rubbed with olive oil to make them gleam; she coils her hair and paints her face white and her lips dark fruit-red and limns her eyes with kohl pestled from soot and burnt almond-shells and frankincense. in this time women are at the heart of religion—holy places are full of woman-icons, particularly goddesses—and if she is a mycenaean queen, perhaps she is also a high priestess, a bridge between mortality and divinity. you can think of her pouring out libations in a spartan temple open to the sky: helen who is beautiful and powerful, reaching out arms to her gods.
Wait, shit. My life literally revolves around the Percy Jackson series, what am I going to do?
Start loving uncle rick’s new series to fill the dark hole in you
It’s just going to ruin our lives even more.
Or it’ll be like Red Pyramid and I won’t be interested at all
Plus she’s protesting the creation of a non Magnus Bane Magnus. Says it’s just not right.