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dressthesavage:

looking up Catullus’ nasty poems about Julius Caesar

and i find a wiki article about his poems arranged by ‘theme’

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….it’s not quite what i expected?? 

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i’m pissing myself here, his poems are just too real 

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CATULLUS, THE POET WE CAN ALL RELATE TO 

lemonsharks:

classicsenthusiast:

lemonsharks:

star-anise:

lemonsharks:

classicsenthusiast:

Ah, Greek mythology. I know thee well.

“I think we need a word for this, I mean really it just keeps happening.”

Actually, like, I don’t know any ancient Greek (except for English etymology) but I will bet you $50 it’s the equivalent of “treeify” and they just fucking went with it and now it sounds fancy.

IT GOT BETTER.

hornkerling you took Greek, tell us, is this equivalent to “treeify”?

The word for tree in Greek is dendron (δένδρον), so yes, this is just the verbal form of the word “tree.”

update oh my god it’s treeify

Particles

allthingslinguistic:

kuttithevangu:

andromedalogic:

when I was studying Greek I would get frustrated and annoyed because often, at the beginning of a sentence or clause – or just scattered haphazardly throughout – there would be three or four “particles” with no specific meaning. the literal translation might be “so thus and”, but of course you couldn’t put that down. they were just placeholder words, colloquial linguistic padding.

now, of course, I realize that I start sentences with “okay but like”.

you can sing the praises of the Greeks all you want, but the fact is, Plato wrote with all the elegance and grace of an off-the-cuff tumblr post.

my professor literally told us to think of all the “ἤ̂ δ᾽ ὅς”es in the Symposium as “so then he was like”

I swear, “particle” is just linguist-speak for “I’m not really sure what this small word does but speakers sure do seem to use a lot of them.” It’s not even a coherent class and the ones that have discourse-y functions are the hardest to pin down. 

And of course, languages differ in the extent to which they commonly write the discourse-y particles, while registers of the same language can often be distinguished based on particle use – “well” is more formal than “but like”, and the most formal varieties of English barely use discourse particles at all. But as we can see from Ancient Greek, not all formal written traditions avoid particles.

Okay, but consider this…

deadindunwall:

justalurkr:

miss-ingno:

amemait:

lullabyknell:

Modern fantasy creatures and people being exposed to new lifestyles and developing dreams and goals that don’t fit with their species or their culture in the slightest.

  • A dwarf who was born in a mine, grew up in a mine, and can count the number of times they’ve been surface-side on both hands. One of these times, they witnessed an airshow. They go home and tell their parents: “Mom, Dad, I want to be a pilot.” “What’s a pilot?” “We’ll, y’see…” And a brief explanation later… “YOU WANT TO DO WHAT? WHERE DID WE GO WRONG? DAMN IT, ROK, I TOLD YOU THAT THE SUN WOULD GO TO HIS HEAD. NOW HE THINKS HE CAN FUCKING FLY, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!
  • An elf who has a deep interest in geology and underground exploration signs up for a dwarven digging mission. Shows up first day all long limbs and being seven feet tall, and has to become a 90 degree angle to get through the door. “Hey guys! Who’s ready to look at some rocks? Am I right? Well, it’s a tight fit, but I bet I can do it if I squeeze. Ooh, I know some great digging songs by the way.” The dwarves immediately try to find a way to fire the elf without being sued for racial discrimination. “I told you we should have been more careful about the ad.” “I put in it Gold and Gems Monthly, Brek, how was I to know elves read that kind of thing?” “OHMIGOSH, GUYS COME SEE WHAT I FOUND!” “Your turn, Nik.” “I swear to God, if it’s another goddamn stalagmite again…” 
  • A centaur whose herd migrates to a coast area and sees the ocean for the first time. “Greyhoof, I’m going to be a fisherman.” “What?” “I’m going to sail the seven seas; I want to be a sailor.” “Blackmane, you’re half horse, you can’t sail.” “I can learn.” “You can’t climb their weird ropes things. What would you even do on the ocean?” “It’s called rigging and I’d be a fisherman, obviously, like I told you.” “YOU’RE A CENTAUR, YOU CAN’T SAIL!” “YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. DON’T TRY AND DESTROY MY DREAMS, GREYHOOF, I CAN DO ANYTHING I SET MY MIND TO. I BELIEVE IN ME.”
  • A mermaid who gets really interested in those land mountains that touch the clouds and meets an extreme mountain-climber on the beach, then decides they’ve found their calling. “I’m going to be the first mermaid to climb Mount Everest.” “What? Bluefins, that’s ridiculous.” “No, no, I’m gonna do it.” “You can’t breathe air.” “I’ll bring a tank of water, like what the humans do with air when they dive.” “YOU DON’T HAVE LEGS.” “I know, that’s what’ll make me the first mermaid to do it. I’m going to have to work around that, but” “FOR FUCK’S SAKE, BLUEFINS. WE’RE TROPICAL.” “No, see, there are these human things called coats. I’ve got it all figured out. Look, I drew plans.” “WITH WHAT?”

This speaks to me today.

Centaur pirates who build their own ship to be centaur accessible and it looks a lot different than human ships – the doors are high and tall, they don’t need bunks bc they can sleep standing up, wooden ladders wide enough to put your hooves on, living on hay and fish  mostly while on sea-

Dragon microbiologist.

DRAGON MICROBIOLOGIST

Swatches for my eventual Shetland shawl. My first efforts at combing a fleece. White and brown fleeces, and the middle is a blend. Combed before I had quite figured out how to separate the coats so I may have to swatch again if the separated yarns are sufficiently different. But I’m pleased so far.