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I recently committed the #sin of asking for HELP with my bachelor's degree thesis on Reddit r/latin and someone said that I shouldn't "crowdsource" my own thesis man FUCK YOU I hope you get explosive diarrhea I just asked for a suggestion what the hell GOD FORBID a girl has a bunch of exams to study for and not much time to read the whole opus of LUCAN and HORACE !!!!

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I am NOW begging you all beautiful and kind people of tumblr to help me 🙏🏻🙏🏻

The topic of my thesis is: the end of the world, the wise man's reaction to the end of the world and the fragility of human existence, and the feeling of "impending doom" within Latin literature (pretty COOL, am I right ???? 💯💯)

ANYWAYS, I was gonna talk about how this topic is treated according to both Epicureanism and Stoicism. Me and my supervisor chose Lucretius, Horace, Seneca and Lucan as the authors I'll work on.

NOW, I've already found the Lucretius and Seneca excerpts I'll talk abouth in my thesis, but I still need to figure out which Horace and Lucan excerpts should I choose and analyze and THIS IS WHERE I NEED YOUR HELP !!!!!!!!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣

These two pieces of shit (who I love so dearly tho 💜) have written A LOT of stuff so I just CANNOT read it all because I have too much university business to take care of (eg. Studying for exams... and learning german from zero as quickly as possible ??) 💔💔

This is why I am HUMBLY BEGGING FOR HELP and if you have ANY SUGGESTION, if ANY PART of these two's works that fits with the topic comes to your mind, any academic paper you know that could be useful PLEEEEEEASE just TELL ME ✅️✅️✅️

Ode to His Hair that Beggars Belief It's So Good

by Dr John H. Watson

O Glorious Curls on my flatmate's head, What part do you play for this body of the man I adore?

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You frame his every look and word, softening, Breaking the angles of the unnecessary cut — The glare, the roll, the shotgun details — The shake and free writhe of you on his head Brings to mind the most gorgeous of gorgons A silken Medusa that will strike me to stone If I stare too long. You are mesmerizing.

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At his rising, you are a fluffy cloud of rich, dark haze, And I smile at the sight. If only I could run my eager hands through you, Scratching lightly at his warm scalp. I know he would purr. I know it like I know water from wine, A fact. When will I have this indulgence? Do I have the trust-bond he would need? I hope to hear that joy and be glad.

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He spends time to arrange you curls, To order your inherent chaos So you become a piece of armor, Protection from the derision and cruelty Of the idiots around him. Clean feathers, perfumed arcs, abundant product. You are stunning to see, yes. Many agree! But I? I would prefer to take your precise shape And gently wreck it. Restore the wildness at your heart, Breathe in your sweet warmth. Rub you on my cheek. I see you.

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O willful black crown upon his head, Someday you will grey and perhaps even leave us. I will love you whilst you stay, Care for you with good food, oils, and hands. I want him to smile. I want him to purr. I want him. I want.

I never cared much for odes before. Maybe that’s only because all the odes I’d been exposed to were Keats’, and Keats’ odes seem a little…understated. Even melancholy, at times. Now that I’ve learned more about the form (and now that I’m trying to write one of my own), that seems ridiculous. As I understand it, the whole point of an ode is to be over-the-top in your praise, to exult your…

If fanfic is a playground

Comments build the crowd:

They say I'm not alone

And joy is shared by the sound.

It's hearing echoes back

From words that I let go,

Jumping for joy from simple hearts

That they've touched someone so.

How oft are comments simple words

That send me working on?

A moments thought after reading

An idea I grew upon.

What joy to get any response

To these little adventures made;

To know my work won't be forgot

If a comment came my way.

Write for yourself, people say,

But I share to reach for them,

And each comment coming in return

Are hands clasping mine again.

So fanfic comments held so dear,

I'll dream of more coming here.

Yet even if silence echoes back,

Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers,

Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress,

With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit

Lady, not longer!

Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!

Come, as in that island dawn thou camest,

Billowing in thy yoked car to Sappho

Forth from thy father's

Golden house in pity! ... I remember:

Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beating

Fast their wings above the dusky harvests,

Down the pale heavens,

Lightning anon! And thou, O blest and brightest,

Smiling with immortal eyelids, asked me:

'Maiden, what betideth thee? Or wherefore

Callest upon me?

'What is here the longing more than other,

Here in this mad heart? And who the lovely

One beloved that wouldst lure to loving?

Sappho, who wrongs thee?

'See, if now she flies, she soon must follow;

Yes, if spurning gifts, she soon must offer;

Yes, if loving not, she soon must love thee,

Howso unwilling...'

Come again to me! O now! Release me!

End the great pang! And all my heart desireth

Now of fulfillment, fulfill! O Aphrodite,

Fight by my shoulder!