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créditos.
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Gráficos por y codes hechos por Kaffei e Insxne.
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por melpomene Vie 15 Ene 2016, 10:23 am
His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he'd
let them overflow and now there wasn't a
damn place in the ocean that wouldn't
catch fire if he dropped a match.
let them overflow and now there wasn't a
damn place in the ocean that wouldn't
catch fire if he dropped a match.
Última edición por akhlys el Vie 12 Ago 2016, 11:28 am, editado 10 veces
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por melpomene Jue 21 Ene 2016, 8:48 pm
- libros que leí en 2016:
- + La Canción de Aquiles, Madeline Miller.
+ Aristóteles y Dante Descubren Los Secretos del Universo, Benjamín Alire Sáenz.
+ La Ilíada, Homero.
+ La Odisea, Homero.
+
Última edición por blue sargent. el Mar 15 Mar 2016, 4:40 pm, editado 3 veces
melpomene
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por melpomene Jue 21 Ene 2016, 8:57 pm
- cosas que escribí en 2016:
- + cuatro veces que su sonrisa cambió. [[Tienes que estar registrado y conectado para ver este vínculo]]+ fear itself (inglés - fanfic). [x]
+ desolation (inglés - fanfic). [x]
+ runaway (inglés - fanfic). [x]
+ saint (inglés - fanfic). [x]
+ almighty (inglés - fanfic). [x]
+
Última edición por akhlys el Mar 07 Jun 2016, 5:50 pm, editado 9 veces
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por melpomene Jue 21 Ene 2016, 9:33 pm
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In Norse mythology, Hel is the goddess of death and the afterlife who presides over a realm of the same name, located in Niflheim. She is the youngest child of the trickster god Loki and the giantess Angrboða. She is often described as a hag; half alive and half dead, with a gloomy and grim expression. Her face and body are those of a living woman, but her legs are those of a corpse, mottled and moldering.
Cast into Helheim by Odin, Hel receives a portion of the dead and distributes those who are sent to her; the wicked and those dead of sickness or old age. Her hall is called Éljúðnir, the home of the dead. “Hel” literally means “one who covers up or hides something.”
Cast into Helheim by Odin, Hel receives a portion of the dead and distributes those who are sent to her; the wicked and those dead of sickness or old age. Her hall is called Éljúðnir, the home of the dead. “Hel” literally means “one who covers up or hides something.”
Última edición por wolfstar el Vie 05 Feb 2016, 6:14 pm, editado 1 vez
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por melpomene Vie 05 Feb 2016, 8:10 pm
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p a r i s, whose fate was stained with blood.
who held a prophecy on his shoulders, and carried it all the way to war.
who held a prophecy on his shoulders, and carried it all the way to war.
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por melpomene Sáb 06 Feb 2016, 9:36 am
- modern gods weren't made for this place:
- i.
athena dresses in cool, slick suits for office hours,
and then after she clocks out,
she beats her knuckles in on other people’s jawbones.
the fight clubs are her temples.
ii.
apollo shoots deer down with guns with his sister,
then plays in the local late-night rock band,
so that he can shoot up heroin after the show.
nobody ever specified what music meant to him.
iii.
artemis takes anti-depressants to live,
after actaeon raped her,
and if she didn’t then she’d never be able to hunt with her brother.
sometimes strong people don’t fight back.
iv.
zeus is a corporate ceo of human services,
making storms in other people’s lives,
and he’s fucking his assistant, ganymede, in the bathroom stalls.
the storm-master needs a little lightning of his own.
v.
hera marries zeus,
sipping cool red wine out of a long-stemmed glass,
that she throws on him when she finds out.
she stays because as a marriage counselor, you have to take your own advice.
vi.
aphrodite is a senior in high school,
the school slut,
with a thing for ares, who‘s four years older.
chain-smoking tastes like 50’s perfume if you try hard enough.
vii.
poseidon goes to trial for the rape of medusa,
committed in the back room of athena’s fight club,
demeter testifies against him, too.
the father of two burned out his secrets.
viii.
ares fights at athena’s ring,
beats up the douche who hits his girlfriend on the street,
a raging feminist ally who bluffs his way through immorality.
his motorcycle is the loudest noise in the city that never sleeps.
ix.
hades is a nice guy,
his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them,
dealing drugs out of his pocket.
sweet girls with bloody teeth are his favorite dessert.
x.
persephone crunches diamonds between her teeth,
she sucks the rings off of hades’s finger,
and decorates his house with floral arrangements and nonconformity.
there’s only one queen of the underworld.
xi.
demeter rubs lotion over her dark skin at the flower shop,
she does her best to teach her daughter,
that laying down flat is for doormats.
queens raise queens.
xii.
dionysus spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed,
long since dead to the concept of balance,
balance is for the weak.
who doesn’t want to live in extremes?
xiii.
hermes is a sweet-talker with great legs,
his affections fleeting and wild,
as he swings around the pole at the all-opportunities club.
his life is flashing lights and nights in jail for petty theft.
xiv.
hephaestus is dedicated to work as well as his wife,
let’s be honest,
algaea is as much work as the metal craft he does in their garage.
rough hands build things that endure.
xv.
hestia is a young girl,
a freshman in high school,
but her eyes are burning with fire as she protects what is hers.
she was taught young to strike first and you will always be safe.
in this world that kills beauty,
even gods cannot survive the fall.
modern gods were not made for this place.
Última edición por blue sargent. el Mar 15 Mar 2016, 4:54 pm, editado 1 vez
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por melpomene Miér 10 Feb 2016, 8:04 am
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Última edición por blue sargent. el Miér 24 Feb 2016, 7:45 pm, editado 1 vez
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por melpomene Dom 14 Feb 2016, 6:23 pm
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Última edición por blue sargent. el Mar 15 Mar 2016, 4:42 pm, editado 2 veces
melpomene
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por melpomene Dom 14 Feb 2016, 6:29 pm
I.
they say he was your friend,
a noble warrior and brother in arms,
and you spit the word philtatos at them
with the conviction of Zeus and the anguish of Daedalus.
(most beloved.)
II.
you drag the body of Hector through the streets
(a spectacle to see: bloodied, barren flesh defiling the walls of Troy)
as if it will quench the barbaric blood thirst that pluses through you,
that obscures your vision and chokes you.
as if it will bring him back.
(it won’t.)
III.
aristos achaion!
it is the redundant cry of desperate men,
princes and kings who are forced to watch you descend into madness,
to grasp onto a rotting corpse
and pray for death more times than your heart beats.
(when was the last time you prayed, Pelides?)
IV.
you know Paris has come for you.
you can feel it, the air electrified, as if trying to warn you;
as if you are still a dear prince, as if you are anything without him.
you hear the arrow sailing through open space,
and you think of knobby knees, of fig-stained lips,
of dark, wise eyes and olive skin.
(this, and this, and this.)
they say he was your friend,
a noble warrior and brother in arms,
and you spit the word philtatos at them
with the conviction of Zeus and the anguish of Daedalus.
(most beloved.)
II.
you drag the body of Hector through the streets
(a spectacle to see: bloodied, barren flesh defiling the walls of Troy)
as if it will quench the barbaric blood thirst that pluses through you,
that obscures your vision and chokes you.
as if it will bring him back.
(it won’t.)
III.
aristos achaion!
it is the redundant cry of desperate men,
princes and kings who are forced to watch you descend into madness,
to grasp onto a rotting corpse
and pray for death more times than your heart beats.
(when was the last time you prayed, Pelides?)
IV.
you know Paris has come for you.
you can feel it, the air electrified, as if trying to warn you;
as if you are still a dear prince, as if you are anything without him.
you hear the arrow sailing through open space,
and you think of knobby knees, of fig-stained lips,
of dark, wise eyes and olive skin.
(this, and this, and this.)
melpomene
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por melpomene Miér 24 Feb 2016, 7:47 pm
"the love of achilles, like that of alcestis, was courageous and true; for he was willing to avenge his lover patroclus, although he knew that his own death would immediately follow: and the gods, who honour the love of the beloved above that of the lover, rewarded him, and sent him to the islands of the blest."
PLATO. “SYMPOSIUM.”
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