gracchisuggestions:

Telegonus: Hello, my name is Telegonus and I’m a prophesied accidental patricide.

Perseus, Oedipus, Paris, and the rest of the support group: Hello, Telegonus!

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

what if the only reason centaurs exist in greek mythology is because elementary-school-age girls wanted to take roleplaying as a horse at recess to a new level

8-year-old girl in ancient greece: i want to beat up the boys while playing war but i also want to roleplay as a horse :(

8-year-old girl in ancient greece: wait hold up

8-year-old girl in ancient greece:

prokopetz:

Today’s aesthetic: really enthusiastic historians talking about people who’ve been dead for centuries with disconcerting familiarity, like they personally knew the historical figure in question and possibly still owe them money.

thoodleoo:

“μήτοι τό γ ̓ ἐμὸν πρόθυμον φίλοισιν ἀπέστω.”

—

Euripedes, Medea

May my compassion
never abandon my friends.

(via labentiasidera)

thoodleoo:

my nurturing goddess wife and i (also a nurturing goddess) hanging out with one of our 10000 adopted children in the afterlife

clodiuspulcher:

thoodleoo:

omens? in MY birdwatching? can anything be sexier than that?

Augury = the State gives you a living wage and a position of power to tell the government about the birds you saw. What could possibly be better than this

thoodleoo:

thoodleoo:

i think im gonna get the opposite of top surgery. just keep slapping more of those bad boys onto me. not gonna stop until i look like the diana of ephesus

body goals

thoodleoo:

citizen-zero:

thoodleoo:

yknow in my time as a classicist, i’ve seen a lot of really ugly art about greek mythology, but i think i’ve finally found the ugliest

i present to you all…..lumpy hercules

Rob Liefeld drew this in a former life

yeah that checks out

dimetrodone:

Harpies

rimbaux:

My life consists in making myself cups of tea and forgetting about them

thoodleoo:

you know what, fuck this *flies off in a chariot pulled by dragons and becomes a goddess*

thestalkerbunny:

Times are troubling and hard right now-but never forget, your Beet loving Grandmother loves you very very much and wants you to be safe.

And for you to eat your vegetables.

there-is-still-some-liquor-left:

hozier: here’s a love song about satan clandestinely falling in love with a human woman, here’s another about rotting in a field with my sweetheart and getting eating by the local fauna, and finally here is one about being reincarnated as a shrike and skewering small rodents onto my beloved’s thorns, who, of course, reincarnated into a thorny plant…as a shrike does

me, every time:

thoodleoo:

bitches will see a fragment of ancient poetry and go hogwild with homoeroticism. anyway im bitches