We Love The Ides Of March Because It’s The Last Example Of A Senate Working Together To Accomplish

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jesus and the samaritan woman at the well

I’m in an archaeology class this term and fuck, people really are just people no matter what.

I have an essay due tonight and I’m crying about the 3cm comb found in a small girls tomb, suggesting her parents buried her with a doll made of cloth or other material, leaving only the comb to be preserved. The girl found cradling another’s baby to protect it from the ash in Pompeii, the two pregnant women found alone in a house, the younger one being just 16 who was curled up in the other woman’s arms. I’m thinking about the 14 year old who was buried facing their ivory doll. These children who died, but who were not unloved. 

There is so much love in these ancient burials and it makes my heart ache.

nonhuman asks

what term(s) do you prefer to be referred to as (otherkin, therian, nonhuman, etc.)?

what are you(r kintypes/theriotypes)?

most niche/obscure 'type?

what foods do you associate with your 'type(s)?

what colors do you associate with your 'type(s)?

do you own any gear? if so, what is it?

best/favorite thing about being nonhuman?

worst/least favorite thing about being nonhuman?

what activities help you connect with your 'type(s)?

do you associate any music with your 'type(s)? do you have a playlist?

do you collect anything besides wearable gear that you associate with your 'type(s), such as plushies or merch?

do your 'type(s) influence your sense of style or the way you dress?

would you consider yourself a furry? if so, do you have a fursona? is your fursona based on one of your 'type(s)?

draw or share your artwork of your 'type(s)?

this isnt a question but a request that you drink some water!

authors note: feel free to reblog! other beings can ask you questions from this list, or you can simply answer them all yourself.

I can’t stop thinking about this.

“Are you the witch who turned eleven princes into swans?”

The old woman stared at the figure on the front step of her cottage and considered her options. It was the kind of question usually backed up by a mob with meaningful torches, and it was the kind of question she tried to avoid.

Coming from a single dusty, tired housewife, it should’ve held no terrors.

“You a cop?”

The housewife twisted the hem of her apron. “No,” she muttered. “I’m a swan.”

A raven croaked somewhere in the woods. Wind whispered in the autumn leaves.

Then: “I think I can guess,” the old woman said slowly. “Husband stole your swan skin and forced you to marry him?”

A nod.

“And you can’t turn back into a swan until you find your skin again.”

A nod.

“But I reckon he’s hidden it, or burned it, or keeps it locked up so you can’t touch it.”

A tiny, miserable nod.

“And then you hear that old Granny Rothbart who lives out in the woods is really a batty old witch whose father taught her how to turn princes into swans,” the old woman sighed. “And you think, ‘Hey, stuff the old skin, I can just turn into a swan again this way.’

“But even if that was true – which I haven’t said if it is or if it isn’t – I’d say that I can only do it to make people miserable. I’m an awful person. I can’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I have no goodness. I can’t use magic to make you feel better. I only wish I could.”

Another pause. “If I was a witch,” she added.

The housewife chewed the inside of her cheek. Then she drew herself up and, for the first time, looked the old woman in the eyes.

“Can you do it to make my husband miserable?”

The old woman considered her options. Then she pulled the wand out from the umbrella stand by the door. It was long, and silver, and a tiny glass swan with open wings stood perched on the tip.

“I can work with that,” said the witch.

Whoever was the first bouncer who came up with the "you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here" was one hell of a king for setting professional emotional boundaries. Such a gentle and tactful but explicitly clear way of concisely saying "look man I'm not telling you to go solve all your problems. All I need you to do for me is to stop being my problem."

⚔️ Arthurian Asks ⚔️

Arthur: What do you like most about yourself?

Avalon: If you had the opportunity to be immortal, would you take it?

Balan: What is your favorite thing about your best friend?

Balyn: Do you have a temper?

Elaine: What is one thing you could spend all day talking about?

Excalibur: What was the most thoughtful gift you ever received?

Gaheris: Do you have any regrets? What are they?

Galahad: What’s your favorite story about yourself?

Gareth: Which fictional character do you relate to most?

Gawain: Who do you admire most in the world?

Guinevere: What do you think makes you beautiful? Or how do you define beauty?

Kay: Do you have any siblings? Or what do you think of your family?

Lady of the Lake: What is your most prized possession and why?

Lancelot: If you could change anything about yourself, would you?

Merlin: What is your favorite book/who is your favorite author?

Mordred: What is your greatest fear?

Morgan Le Fay: What would be the title of your memoir?

Percival: Are you religious?

Tristan and Iseult: Have you ever been in love?

Uther: What is an epithet you would want to follow your name?

 Ask me some of these or whatever else you’d like! ♥️

I'm not Catholic in the, "burn the gays-christian nationalism-close-minded-fire and brimstone" way. More so in the, "to study any field of science is to study Gods creation and is religious devotion." way.

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oh just the usual

text: What the fuck is wrong with you other than the obvious

this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak