Dante’s Inferno: a guide to hell

Dante’s Inferno: a guide to hell

Anonymous asked: Hello, I noticed that you know latin, and I was wondering if you could be so kind to help me translate something... Hominibus currentibus est unus qui in loco sit. I have no idea how to translate that. And also, Fuit consilium omnes in senatum venire. I really need some help, as my grade depends on this, and I have no idea how to translate it...

Hey there! I’m at work, so I don’t have any of my dictionaries with me but I think I can give you a general translation.

Homnibus currentibus est unus qui in loco sit should roughly translate to May he who runs be able to stay in one place.

Fuit consilium omnes in senatum venire should translate to it was all a plan for them to enter the Senate.

If any of my followers have other suggestions, feel free to give them! I haven’t had a Latin class in over a year, so I’m probably pretty rusty. Good luck!

Game of Thrones + Direwolves 

Just got asked out at the library

Anonymous asked: oh Emily you're so talented <3

Tierney? Tyler? REVEAL YOURSELF. 

Seriously though, whoever you are, thank you so much.

Alright, I’m done now. They’re all posted, sorry for clogging up your dash.

"

Step softly, little girl,
The trees may sway in
Thick silence but
They know what stalks
In the mists of the wood.
Turn your chin to your
Shoulder, corner your eyes.
Don’t blink.

Branch snaps won’t help you
Inch past the images in the pond.
The deadly mind countdown
Ticks, a staccato bullet that
Calls to them in their labyrinth.
They can sense you.
Don’t blink.

Carved from millennia,
They have swept sickness through
The ages. You pray for calm,
But your pulse gives you
Away. They have found you.
Don’t blink.

Run, run now.
Their marble swarms
Will snatch you with
Sharp teeth and brutal wings.
Don’t blink.

"
— The Angels
"

I.
She arrives at her room striding,
Kicking aside toy animals,
Grabbing pages.
Type.


II.

It’s perfect, why can’t
They focus? Childhood
Is no excuse for rudeness.
She is the director.
Cut.

III.

Peering through the window
She cocks her head,
Not understanding
Ruined vases.
Wrong.

IV.

Hacking nettles, she hears
His voice and remembers
The debt she owes Him.
He hands her a letter.
Deliver.

V.

The word has changed
Everything for her. How
Had she missed it? The
Children force Indian burns.
Lie.


VI.

A gasp travels from
The library, pushing open
The mahogany door. Someone
Is moving on the shelves.
No!


VII.

Dinner is charged, where
Can she look? Everything
Is different. Notice the
Children are missing.
Search.

VIII.

The lie she saw
With her own eyes
Is pinned on Him
With no effort.
Sirens.

IX.

The war comes, she
Sees the truth. Too
Late now. She stitches
Up soldiers in penance.
Lost.

X.

The typewriter keeps time
In her life, always has.
Years after, the truth is
Revealed by their cadence.
Printed.

"
— Briony