hollis (they/them) currently studying classics and archaeology.
character defining moment from taz:balance is when THB are on a time sensitive mission to save the world from the crystal spreading but still take the time to mock lucas (the person they rely on the most for information about where they are) for having a nasally voice.
my mom is taking me going vegetarian as personal insult against her and it’s exhausting.
drama about incredibly niche subjects is always so fun.
for months there’s been a big thing on ancient greek and linguistic subreddits where a guy has been claiming that Greek and Phoenician are related languages. he is incredibly dedicated to this and says anyone who says he’s wrong and the two languages are unrelated is only doing so because there’s a worldwide secret bias against Phoenicians.
idea if my “woods hermit” thing doesn’t pan out: I live in an old lighthouse on the New England coast with only my cats to keep my company, not unlike a character in a New England gothic horror story. My entire vibe is HP Lovecraftesque. The lights coming from the windows are mysterious and sporadic, but only because I’m still too nervous to talk to an electrician on the phone. I only enter town to get groceries. On stormy nights the locals will see my silhouette illuminated by the flashes of lightning as I gaze upon the tempestuous seas. Young couples from out of state will knock on my door some nights because their car has broken down and they are lost in the thick fog. I give them directions, as well as cryptic comments and warnings. They leave with the feeling I am not what I seem; and the light house emanates mystery and long forgotten tragedy. They comment on my person when they finally make it into town. “I didn’t know anyone lived in that old old lighthouse” some locals will say “I’ve never seen that person around here before.” The couple continue their journey, uneasy and wondering who they had spoken to on that dark and lonely night.
my fave thing about marco polo mistaking a rhino for a unicorn is that at no point did he go “hmmm. maybe this is not the mythical unicorn I have heard so much about but rather a different animal altogether” he just looked at a rhino and went “well i guess unicorns are actually ugly and i’ve been lied to my entire life”
u ever comment on a fic and then realize it’s like 6 years old like ah fuck. now the author thinks im a weirdo cause i totally went a million pages deep in the homestuck tag on ao3 at 4am.
love how dudebros are complaining about soldier 76 being gay and i keep seeing guys go “dude if they make, like, mccree gay or something i’m fucking uninstalling” and im just like
>dressing like a cowboy
>straight
pick one
one of the reasons i like greek mythology because the greeks went “yes these are our gods. they’re very powerful and can not die and are incapable of any sort of critical thinking.”
my little brother is listening to his music without headphones but as an older sibling i cant say “your music taste is good” so i have to text him “hey get some headphones asshole” and he turns it up out of spite.
