thepumpkinnonbinaryroyalty:

gwydionmisha:

only-1-a:

catphistopheles:

writing-prompt-s:

Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed.

Y’all get together to discuss your options and she starts coaching you on how to get men because she doesn’t want to waste more magic on you without promise of payment. The more time you guys spend together the more you realize you have a bit of a crush on her. Soon you’re sabotaging your dates on purpose to see her again. 

Long story short you fall in love and get married and do the sperm donor thing AND YOUR FIRSTBORN IS HERS BY DEFAULT and you live happily ever after. The end.

Baby cries in the middle of the night

Witch: Ughhhhh. It’s your turn.

You: You bought it. You handle it.

That is what I call a fairy tale ending.

@editorincreeps

melinda-t-charville:

thelibrarina:

teashoesandhair:

kingkilling-and-stormlight:

hecubas:

fandoms–ruinedmylife:

bophtelophti:

ciceronian:

thoodleoo:

what if every ancient text was translated in the style of dr. seuss

for example:

“I will not fight the Trojans!” Achilles then said.

“I will not fight them now or when you all are dead!

I won’t fight them at Troy. I won’t fight them at Greece.

I won’t fight them at war. I won’t fight them in peace.

I will not fight them while Agamemnon is king.

Do not try to bribe me- I won’t take your things.

I will not fight the Trojans, not here and not there.

I will not fight the Trojans- not anywhere.”

“You’re abusing our patience!” old Cicero said,

“And if there’s sense in the Senate they’ll soon have you dead!

Are you not alarmed by the people’s alarm?

Don’t you know that your plans will be doing us harm?

What is it you’re doing that I do not know?

Oh the times! Oh the morals! You really must go!

Since wise men must do what is best for the state,

we, the consuls, should kill you before it’s too late.”

Let me sing about arms, let me sing of the man,

Let me sing of Aeneas’s Rome-founding plan!

How he sailed off to Italy, fleeing from Troy,

Escaping the Greeks with his dad and his boy:

He was driven by fate, he was punished by Juno,

He suffered in war—and that’s just the part you know.

@hecubas

Oh my God I love this

@teashoesandhair please

The queen was quite lovely, but still it was true

her son was a minotaur, half bull through and through,

and when her old husband, king Minos, found out,

he cried out aloud, “what the fuck’s this about?

I do not like this half-bull child!

I do not find him meek and mild!

He keeps on eating all my staff!

I think he does it for a laugh!”

The queen was upset by her son’s attitude,

for eating the servants was really quite rude,

and although she still thought that she’d be a good mother,

there still was a risk that he’d eat his own brother.

“I do not like this minotaur!

I’ve never heard of one before!

I do not want him any more!

Let’s build a maze beneath the floor!”

As Minos had asked for, a labyrinth was built

and the minotaur lived there, not stricken with guilt

for the people he ate were now sacrificed there,

and he dined on their flesh without any despair.

I offer my dick for your mouth and your ass
And I do not care if you think that is crass.
You tease and you mock me for being a bard,
But you get weirded out when my words get you hard.
Or you would, I suppose–but you both have limp dicks
That even my thousand deep kisses can’t fix.
But do not despair! I’m the picture of class–
I’ll offer my dick for your mouth and your ass.

That is probably the best translation of Catullus 16 I’ve ever read

aslutfor5sos:

moriartystayingalive:

If a guy ever spreads a rumor that he slept with you, don’t deny it. One, because there will always be people who think it’s true, and two, because that dumbass boy just handed you the power to say anything you want about what he’s like in bed, and people will believe it. Say he bleats like a sheep when he orgasms. Say he put on pearl earrings and asked you to call him Daisy. Say he couldn’t get it up until he watched an old Billy Mays infomercial. The power is yours.

This is my new favorite post