Duchie Rambles - Tumblr Posts
no that was exactly the point. that was a time when the king's authority was highest, and to speak against him was. well. a big no-no. thersites is just another guy, right? he's not allowed to do or say shit. he has to follow his superior's orders.
now achilles. achilles, we have to remember, is the son of thetis, who the iliad refers to as a "deathless goddess". ergo, achilles is a demigod, which - in the context of those times - means that he has more leeway with the superiors. he's not just another guy to them, he's half god. you can't do stuff to him because his mom might send her divine wrath your way, plus demigods were pretty respected in the context of that era.
tl,dr: thersites is not allowed to do anything, achilles is due to godly nepotism.
OKAY ODYSSEUS CALM DOWN-
HE CALLED HIMSELF 'THE FATHER OF TELEMACHUS' BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE I CANNOT-
in a way, it's funny to have a HUGE sweet tooth while in a family with hereditary diabetes and having your weight commented on since you were around twelve. i'll be enjoying my chocolate, trying to push back some minor guilt, and then feel deeply terrified about it.
I cleaned my wardrobe and rearranged it and then went on a spree to rearrange a bunch of stuff in my room throughout this weekend and I am tired but very satisfied with results
my villain origin story is that societal norms do not let me act as insane as i actually am.
when your parents said you were born with "shiny, golden hair" (blond, probably) and it turned such a dark brown people mistake it for black.
if you were born blonde and it "turned brown" you're not a brunette. you're still blonde it's just that you're a failure
ty for the tags!! okay, some truly interesting duchie lore lemme see...
1. I wrote a one page story when I was six. it was about a child who stole cookies but then felt guilty, confessed and apologised to her mom. true socialisation at work.
2. I used to have a competition with my father about who could finish their glass of milk faster
3. when I was younger, I didn't like eating khichdi, so my mother mixed cheese (and occasionally chocolate) with it to persuade me to eat it. I ate it. I still have khichdi with cheese.
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shout out to that one girl who helped me out in crossing a scary main road in the city, despite the fact that before that i had lightly grabbed her bag at least twice during the first half of the crossing because i was scared and needed support (dw i did apologise for that).
and shout out to another girl who, a day ago, got me through a metro station that I had never used before. even though she had no obligation to wait for me and help me out, she still did.
thank you. like. humanity is still fundamentally good after all.
"god gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers." yes but i am doing this under duress. can i get the the skip button please?
"who's afraid of little old me? // you should be." but it's just me, a writer, churning out yet another chapter in my current main focus fic that is tagged Angst.
mumbai math is seeing a bus where everyone is sitting and calling it empty.
the universe knew we mumbaikars would be too powerful if we were only fuelled by our idgaf energy and the power to be able to cross our roads and use our public transport.
that's why we ended up with the inability to be fine with someone walking in front of us slowly and a love for GOOD. FUCKING. VADA PAVS.
I AM NOT GOING TO CRY WHILE STANDING IN THE METRO FOR NO REASON! I AM NOT GOING TO CRY WHILE STANDING IN THE METRO FOR NO REASON! I AM NOT GOING TO- *blinks back tears*
just had a delightful conversation with my pigeons at my window. they danced a little when i sang too