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Anonymous asked: "what's iphis and ianthe?"

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teashoesandhair:

OH MAN ANON YOU WILL NOT REGRET ASKING THIS

Followers who don’t want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians should press J on their keyboard now, as it’s pretty long, but hey - why wouldn’t you want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians?

It all starts in Crete, with this ordinary dude called Ligdus. Ligdus is a basic dude, like the original text makes it really clear that Ligdus is generally a nice guy, except he also happens to be a raging misogynist. He’s the kind of guy who probably owns a fedora or six.

Anyway, one day, he sperminates his wife Telethusa, and while she’s pregnant, nice guy Ligdus pulls her close and whispers in her ear: “yo baby mamma, I’m glad we’re having a baby and all, but just so you know? Girls. Girls are not my thing. Like, ew. I mean, no homo, but why would you want a weak shitty daughter when you could have a big strapping son? You can’t oil a girl and command her to plough a field. So, just for the record, if you give birth to a daughter, then I’ve spoken to the gods about this, and they’ve agreed that it’s totally fine for me to kill her. I mean, I’m a nice guy and all, and I’m still going to hold open the door for you every now and then, maybe pull out your chair before mealtimes and call you ‘m’lady’, but I really fucking hate girls. They’re, like, totally lame. You dig?”

And then Telethusa is all “yeah, yeah, I dig Ligdus, it’s OK, I’m totally expecting a boy. Like, this currently undeveloped foetus within my womb is definitely a boy. Definitely. For sure. I mean, chromosomal development isn’t entirely complete yet, and I should imagine that the primary sex characteristics are still currently forming, but this kid? Yeah. It’s a boy “

So Ligdus totally believes her and he’s ecstatic about the pregnancy, and a few months later, Telethusa falls into a deep sleep and is visited in her slumber by several Egyptian gods and goddesses. She wakes up, but Isis - basically the Egyptian Beyonce - is still there.
Isis takes one look at the pregnant Telethusa, and says “look, no offence, but your husband’s a dick. The Greek gods might’ve told him that it’s OK to kill your kid, but I’m not down with that. Like, seriously. Do me a favour, and whatever sex that baby is, keep it. Don’t let Ligdus kill it. Infanticide is basically top of the list of ‘shit that’s not cool’.”
Telethusa is afraid, and asks “but the Greek gods told my husband that he could kill my baby. If it’s a daughter and I don’t surrender her to be mercilessly slaughtered by her father, what will happen?”
And Isis is all “don’t even worry about that, dude. I’ve got your back. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a big deal. Just trust me on this. Laters!”
And then Isis vanishes, and Telethusa is basically relieved as shit that she has godly proof that her baby doesn’t have a 50% chance of dying, and it’s all good for the next few months. 

Then, Telethusa goes into labour, and after a relatively painless birth, out pops a beautiful, bouncing baby girl. Telethusa is like “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad” and the nurse who helped deliver the baby is really afraid, because she doesn’t want to lie to Ligdus about the sex of the baby, but she also doesn’t want the baby to be murdered because she’s not a fucking psychopath. So, Telethusa and the nurse come up with a plan; it would be unforgivable to lie to Ligdus about the sex of his baby, but maybe they could deceive him without outrightly lying. It’s a fucking A+ plan, like seriously, this is some National Treasure type scheming.
Basically, Telethusa is like “look, my husband’s grandparents were clearly less enamoured of patriarchal gender norms than Ligdus, because they named their son Iphis, which is a rad and gender neutral name. If we name my daughter Iphis, then maybe Ligdus will just assume that she’s a dude, and he can have a totally tear-jerking father-son relationship with her and it’ll be the stuff that Adam Sandler movies are made of.”

So, that’s what they do; Iphis grows up, and she’s raised as a boy. Ligdus never finds out that his son is really a girl. She grows up to have features that are equally masculine and feminine, and is generally considered to be both beautiful and handsome. She’s basically Andrej Pejić. When Iphis is 13, Ligdus comes home one day and throws a manly arm around his strapping young lad, saying “dude, for real, I’m the best dad ever” and Iphis is all “yeah dad you’re brolicious but what have you done” and Ligdus scratches his neck beard and says “I’ve found you a smokin’ hot wife. Like, damn son. This girl. This fucking girl. Thankfully, in Greek mythology, it’s less creepy for me to say shit like this about a teenager, so I’ll say it. Ianthe is a fucking hottie. She’s got two big, beautiful eyes, and lustrous golden hair. She’s the one, dude. For you, I mean. I’m married. But you? Yeah. I’m the best wingman. Say it, bro. I’m the best wingman” and Iphis is like “yeah dad you’re the best wingman, can I meet this girl before I marry her or” and Ligdus is like “son, she’s right here”

and then Ligdus brings forward Ianthe, and Iphis immediately falls in love with her. Ianthe falls in love with Iphis too, not knowing that Iphis is really a girl, and they get engaged. 

As the date of the wedding draws near, Iphis grows incredibly depressed. She starts praying to the gods to end her misery; she’s devastated at being a girl who’s in love with a girl. She’s all “oh my God, guys, I get that I was supposed to be a boy, but seriously? Making me a girl in love with a girl? That’s fucked up, man. Like, it’s totally OK in the context of our social hegemony for two dudes to bang, provided there’s some exchange of knowledge as well as bodily fluids, but two girls? Dudes, this is cray. I’m actually the worst. This is all going on my blog. I mean, I could deal with all this if Ianthe didn’t love me, and if the reason we couldn’t get married was just because she didn’t like me, but Ianthe totally thinks I’m hot, like 10/10 would bang! She’s so close yet so far, so near and yet no cigar, and I can’t deal”. It’s basically like the plot of every B List lesbian tramedy ever. So, Iphis prays until she’s blue in the face to Juno*, begging Juno to do something to ease her emotional trauma, but Juno does sweet fuck all.

In one last act of desperation, Telethusa takes Iphis to the temple of Isis to pray. Telethusa prays to her old dream buddy for Iphis to be able to marry Ianthe (it’s p important to mention here that, seeing as the marriage was going to go ahead anyway, many scholars believe that ‘marry’ is actually Greek speak for ‘make sweet tender love to’, because Telethusa’s a cool mom).
Almost immediately, the temple they’re in starts to shake, and lacking any equipment to measure the Richter scale of the tremors, Telethusa and Iphis flee the temple. As they flee, Iphis notices that she’s taking wider steps than before; she can feel her hair become messier (no shit, this is what happens) and her features become sharper, but no less beautiful. When they’ve finished fleeing the temple, Iphis has become a boy. Presumably, the shock wears off pretty quickly once he realises that this means he can marry Ianthe, and Telethusa is probably too busy thinking how happy her neckbeard husband is going to be to be too surprised by it, so they go home.

The next day, Iphis and Ianthe get married, and they bone the night away with no need for a strap-on. Presumably, Ligdus posted the entire wedding ceremony on Reddit.

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You can read even more (although less amusingly written) in Ovid’s Metamorphoses. 

Just a taste of the other things to be found in Ovid’s Metamorphoses (or: why you should really get into mythology)

  1. The origin of the word ‘hermaphrodite’ - a smokin’ hot young man named Hermaphroditus, who walked into a lake and caught the attention of a nymph(omaniac), who wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer and begged the gods that they should never be parted, ultimately combining their bodies as one
  2. The transformation of Caenis - after she was raped by Neptune (gods are dicks), Caenis was granted her wish to be transformed into a man so that she could never be raped again (which I am aware is an outdated example of gender politics). Caenis then became an ultimate badass warrior and basically fucked up a load of righteous shit, and hopefully scared the shit out of Neptune in the process
  3. Pyramis and Thisbe - the exact plot of Romeo and Juliet (except like 10000 times more badass because there are lions instead of poison), before Shakespeare stole it and cast Leonardo DiCaprio in the main role. Also did I mention the lions
  4. Narcissus, the dude who fell in love with his own reflection, and Echo, the cursed nymph who didn’t get the memo that the ‘friendzone’ is a patriarchal myth, and Narcissus’ ultimate fate to be turned into a fucking flower after wasting away while staring at his own image in a goddamn pond (we call this ‘natural selection’)
  5. Io - a beautiful woman (apparently they were abundant in Ancient Greece) who had an affair with Zeus, who then turned her into a cow so that his wife wouldn’t find out, because he was an old romantic like that
  6. Erysichthon - a bit of a shit, who made the fatal error of cutting down Demeter’s sacred tree. Demeter’s very measured response to this was to curse him with an unquenchable hunger, and to satiate this gluttony, Erysichthon sold his daughter into slavery (several times, as she kept escaping and shapeshifting, which surprisingly didn’t freak him out, but then again he had other things on his mind, like doughnuts) and eventually ate himself, which is definitely a searing political commentary on the dangers of capitalism, or it isn’t

And many more!! More thinly veiled social commentary! More romance and drama! More lions!! MINOTAURS!! 



The beauteous Nay tagged me to post 6 photos of myself that I like, so without much further ado, here are 6 photos of myself that I like. 

For information, the fourth one was taken as a joke, but I love the composition of it, so let’s ignore my ‘totes not a model’ expression and focus on the ceaseless azure of the yawning Aberystwyth dusk.

I tag anyone who wants to inject a bit of self admiration into their lives.

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"When men imagine a female uprising, they imagine a world in which women rule men as men have ruled women."

Sally Kempton

I feel this is very important.

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It’s been apparent to me for a while that most men can’t really imagine “equality.”  All they can imagine is having the existing power structure inverted.

I cannot decide whether this shows how unimaginative they are, or shows how aware they must be of what they do in order to so deeply fear having it turned on them.

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"Most men can’t really imagine “equality.”  All they can imagine is having the existing power structure inverted."

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Anonymous asked: "what's iphis and ianthe?"

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teashoesandhair:

OH MAN ANON YOU WILL NOT REGRET ASKING THIS

Followers who don’t want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians should press J on their keyboard now, as it’s pretty long, but hey - why wouldn’t you want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians?

It all starts in Crete, with this ordinary dude called Ligdus. Ligdus is a basic dude, like the original text makes it really clear that Ligdus is generally a nice guy, except he also happens to be a raging misogynist. He’s the kind of guy who probably owns a fedora or six.

Anyway, one day, he sperminates his wife Telethusa, and while she’s pregnant, nice guy Ligdus pulls her close and whispers in her ear: “yo baby mamma, I’m glad we’re having a baby and all, but just so you know? Girls. Girls are not my thing. Like, ew. I mean, no homo, but why would you want a weak shitty daughter when you could have a big strapping son? You can’t oil a girl and command her to plough a field. So, just for the record, if you give birth to a daughter, then I’ve spoken to the gods about this, and they’ve agreed that it’s totally fine for me to kill her. I mean, I’m a nice guy and all, and I’m still going to hold open the door for you every now and then, maybe pull out your chair before mealtimes and call you ‘m’lady’, but I really fucking hate girls. They’re, like, totally lame. You dig?”

And then Telethusa is all “yeah, yeah, I dig Ligdus, it’s OK, I’m totally expecting a boy. Like, this currently undeveloped foetus within my womb is definitely a boy. Definitely. For sure. I mean, chromosomal development isn’t entirely complete yet, and I should imagine that the primary sex characteristics are still currently forming, but this kid? Yeah. It’s a boy “

So Ligdus totally believes her and he’s ecstatic about the pregnancy, and a few months later, Telethusa falls into a deep sleep and is visited in her slumber by several Egyptian gods and goddesses. She wakes up, but Isis - basically the Egyptian Beyonce - is still there.
Isis takes one look at the pregnant Telethusa, and says “look, no offence, but your husband’s a dick. The Greek gods might’ve told him that it’s OK to kill your kid, but I’m not down with that. Like, seriously. Do me a favour, and whatever sex that baby is, keep it. Don’t let Ligdus kill it. Infanticide is basically top of the list of ‘shit that’s not cool’.”
Telethusa is afraid, and asks “but the Greek gods told my husband that he could kill my baby. If it’s a daughter and I don’t surrender her to be mercilessly slaughtered by her father, what will happen?”
And Isis is all “don’t even worry about that, dude. I’ve got your back. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a big deal. Just trust me on this. Laters!”
And then Isis vanishes, and Telethusa is basically relieved as shit that she has godly proof that her baby doesn’t have a 50% chance of dying, and it’s all good for the next few months. 

Then, Telethusa goes into labour, and after a relatively painless birth, out pops a beautiful, bouncing baby girl. Telethusa is like “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad” and the nurse who helped deliver the baby is really afraid, because she doesn’t want to lie to Ligdus about the sex of the baby, but she also doesn’t want the baby to be murdered because she’s not a fucking psychopath. So, Telethusa and the nurse come up with a plan; it would be unforgivable to lie to Ligdus about the sex of his baby, but maybe they could deceive him without outrightly lying. It’s a fucking A+ plan, like seriously, this is some National Treasure type scheming.
Basically, Telethusa is like “look, my husband’s grandparents were clearly less enamoured of patriarchal gender norms than Ligdus, because they named their son Iphis, which is a rad and gender neutral name. If we name my daughter Iphis, then maybe Ligdus will just assume that she’s a dude, and he can have a totally tear-jerking father-son relationship with her and it’ll be the stuff that Adam Sandler movies are made of.”

So, that’s what they do; Iphis grows up, and she’s raised as a boy. Ligdus never finds out that his son is really a girl. She grows up to have features that are equally masculine and feminine, and is generally considered to be both beautiful and handsome. She’s basically Andrej Pejić. When Iphis is 13, Ligdus comes home one day and throws a manly arm around his strapping young lad, saying “dude, for real, I’m the best dad ever” and Iphis is all “yeah dad you’re brolicious but what have you done” and Ligdus scratches his neck beard and says “I’ve found you a smokin’ hot wife. Like, damn son. This girl. This fucking girl. Thankfully, in Greek mythology, it’s less creepy for me to say shit like this about a teenager, so I’ll say it. Ianthe is a fucking hottie. She’s got two big, beautiful eyes, and lustrous golden hair. She’s the one, dude. For you, I mean. I’m married. But you? Yeah. I’m the best wingman. Say it, bro. I’m the best wingman” and Iphis is like “yeah dad you’re the best wingman, can I meet this girl before I marry her or” and Ligdus is like “son, she’s right here”

and then Ligdus brings forward Ianthe, and Iphis immediately falls in love with her. Ianthe falls in love with Iphis too, not knowing that Iphis is really a girl, and they get engaged. 

As the date of the wedding draws near, Iphis grows incredibly depressed. She starts praying to the gods to end her misery; she’s devastated at being a girl who’s in love with a girl. She’s all “oh my God, guys, I get that I was supposed to be a boy, but seriously? Making me a girl in love with a girl? That’s fucked up, man. Like, it’s totally OK in the context of our social hegemony for two dudes to bang, provided there’s some exchange of knowledge as well as bodily fluids, but two girls? Dudes, this is cray. I’m actually the worst. This is all going on my blog. I mean, I could deal with all this if Ianthe didn’t love me, and if the reason we couldn’t get married was just because she didn’t like me, but Ianthe totally thinks I’m hot, like 10/10 would bang! She’s so close yet so far, so near and yet no cigar, and I can’t deal”. It’s basically like the plot of every B List lesbian tramedy ever. So, Iphis prays until she’s blue in the face to Juno*, begging Juno to do something to ease her emotional trauma, but Juno does sweet fuck all.

In one last act of desperation, Telethusa takes Iphis to the temple of Isis to pray. Telethusa prays to her old dream buddy for Iphis to be able to marry Ianthe (it’s p important to mention here that, seeing as the marriage was going to go ahead anyway, many scholars believe that ‘marry’ is actually Greek speak for ‘make sweet tender love to’, because Telethusa’s a cool mom).
Almost immediately, the temple they’re in starts to shake, and lacking any equipment to measure the Richter scale of the tremors, Telethusa and Iphis flee the temple. As they flee, Iphis notices that she’s taking wider steps than before; she can feel her hair become messier (no shit, this is what happens) and her features become sharper, but no less beautiful. When they’ve finished fleeing the temple, Iphis has become a boy. Presumably, the shock wears off pretty quickly once he realises that this means he can marry Ianthe, and Telethusa is probably too busy thinking how happy her neckbeard husband is going to be to be too surprised by it, so they go home.

The next day, Iphis and Ianthe get married, and they bone the night away with no need for a strap-on. Presumably, Ligdus posted the entire wedding ceremony on Reddit.

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Anonymous asked: "do you know any other myths? i fucking creased at neckbeard ligdus"

Dude, as a child I was weaned not on my mother’s milk, for I was too premature and sickly and needed a tube to feed, but on a diet of Marilyn Manson and various mythologies. I have a pretty good knowledge of basic Greek and Roman canon, and I’m currently ploughing through the Prose Edda like Ligdus’ oiled son, so my Norse knowledge isn’t too bad either (I feel like I should do a retelling of Thrymskvida at some point - that’s my all-time fave).

I also know the lyrics to the entirety of the Marilyn Manson album Mechanical Animals, if that helps.

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Me as Daenerys at Metrocon, taken by Ken AD Photography!

urulokid:

Me as Daenerys at Metrocon, taken by Ken AD Photography!

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Anonymous asked: "what's iphis and ianthe?"

OH MAN ANON YOU WILL NOT REGRET ASKING THIS

Followers who don’t want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians should press J on their keyboard now, as it’s pretty long, but hey - why wouldn’t you want to read a badly told Roman myth about lesbians?

It all starts in Crete, with this ordinary dude called Ligdus. Ligdus is a basic dude, like the original text makes it really clear that Ligdus is generally a nice guy, except he also happens to be a raging misogynist. He’s the kind of guy who probably owns a fedora or six.

Anyway, one day, he sperminates his wife Telethusa, and while she’s pregnant, nice guy Ligdus pulls her close and whispers in her ear: “yo baby mamma, I’m glad we’re having a baby and all, but just so you know? Girls. Girls are not my thing. Like, ew. I mean, no homo, but why would you want a weak shitty daughter when you could have a big strapping son? You can’t oil a girl and command her to plough a field. So, just for the record, if you give birth to a daughter, then I’ve spoken to the gods about this, and they’ve agreed that it’s totally fine for me to kill her. I mean, I’m a nice guy and all, and I’m still going to hold open the door for you every now and then, maybe pull out your chair before mealtimes and call you ‘m’lady’, but I really fucking hate girls. They’re, like, totally lame. You dig?”

And then Telethusa is all “yeah, yeah, I dig Ligdus, it’s OK, I’m totally expecting a boy. Like, this currently undeveloped foetus within my womb is definitely a boy. Definitely. For sure. I mean, chromosomal development isn’t entirely complete yet, and I should imagine that the primary sex characteristics are still currently forming, but this kid? Yeah. It’s a boy “

So Ligdus totally believes her and he’s ecstatic about the pregnancy, and a few months later, Telethusa falls into a deep sleep and is visited in her slumber by several Egyptian gods and goddesses. She wakes up, but Isis - basically the Egyptian Beyonce - is still there.
Isis takes one look at the pregnant Telethusa, and says “look, no offence, but your husband’s a dick. The Greek gods might’ve told him that it’s OK to kill your kid, but I’m not down with that. Like, seriously. Do me a favour, and whatever sex that baby is, keep it. Don’t let Ligdus kill it. Infanticide is basically top of the list of ‘shit that’s not cool’.”
Telethusa is afraid, and asks “but the Greek gods told my husband that he could kill my baby. If it’s a daughter and I don’t surrender her to be mercilessly slaughtered by her father, what will happen?”
And Isis is all “don’t even worry about that, dude. I’ve got your back. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a big deal. Just trust me on this. Laters!”
And then Isis vanishes, and Telethusa is basically relieved as shit that she has godly proof that her baby doesn’t have a 50% chance of dying, and it’s all good for the next few months. 

Then, Telethusa goes into labour, and after a relatively painless birth, out pops a beautiful, bouncing baby girl. Telethusa is like “I fucked up. I fucked up so bad” and the nurse who helped deliver the baby is really afraid, because she doesn’t want to lie to Ligdus about the sex of the baby, but she also doesn’t want the baby to be murdered because she’s not a fucking psychopath. So, Telethusa and the nurse come up with a plan; it would be unforgivable to lie to Ligdus about the sex of his baby, but maybe they could deceive him without outrightly lying. It’s a fucking A+ plan, like seriously, this is some National Treasure type scheming.
Basically, Telethusa is like “look, my husband’s grandparents were clearly less enamoured of patriarchal gender norms than Ligdus, because they named their son Iphis, which is a rad and gender neutral name. If we name my daughter Iphis, then maybe Ligdus will just assume that she’s a dude, and he can have a totally tear-jerking father-son relationship with her and it’ll be the stuff that Adam Sandler movies are made of.”

So, that’s what they do; Iphis grows up, and she’s raised as a boy. Ligdus never finds out that his son is really a girl. She grows up to have features that are equally masculine and feminine, and is generally considered to be both beautiful and handsome. She’s basically Andrej Pejić. When Iphis is 13, Ligdus comes home one day and throws a manly arm around his strapping young lad, saying “dude, for real, I’m the best dad ever” and Iphis is all “yeah dad you’re brolicious but what have you done” and Ligdus scratches his neck beard and says “I’ve found you a smokin’ hot wife. Like, damn son. This girl. This fucking girl. Thankfully, in Greek mythology, it’s less creepy for me to say shit like this about a teenager, so I’ll say it. Ianthe is a fucking hottie. She’s got two big, beautiful eyes, and lustrous golden hair. She’s the one, dude. For you, I mean. I’m married. But you? Yeah. I’m the best wingman. Say it, bro. I’m the best wingman” and Iphis is like “yeah dad you’re the best wingman, can I meet this girl before I marry her or” and Ligdus is like “son, she’s right here”

and then Ligdus brings forward Ianthe, and Iphis immediately falls in love with her. Ianthe falls in love with Iphis too, not knowing that Iphis is really a girl, and they get engaged. 

As the date of the wedding draws near, Iphis grows incredibly depressed. She starts praying to the gods to end her misery; she’s devastated at being a girl who’s in love with a girl. She’s all “oh my God, guys, I get that I was supposed to be a boy, but seriously? Making me a girl in love with a girl? That’s fucked up, man. Like, it’s totally OK in the context of our social hegemony for two dudes to bang, provided there’s some exchange of knowledge as well as bodily fluids, but two girls? Dudes, this is cray. I’m actually the worst. This is all going on my blog. I mean, I could deal with all this if Ianthe didn’t love me, and if the reason we couldn’t get married was just because she didn’t like me, but Ianthe totally thinks I’m hot, like 10/10 would bang! She’s so close yet so far, so near and yet no cigar, and I can’t deal”. It’s basically like the plot of every B List lesbian tramedy ever. So, Iphis prays until she’s blue in the face to Juno*, begging Juno to do something to ease her emotional trauma, but Juno does sweet fuck all.

In one last act of desperation, Telethusa takes Iphis to the temple of Isis to pray. Telethusa prays to her old dream buddy for Iphis to be able to marry Ianthe (it’s p important to mention here that, seeing as the marriage was going to go ahead anyway, many scholars believe that ‘marry’ is actually Greek speak for ‘make sweet tender love to’, because Telethusa’s a cool mom).
Almost immediately, the temple they’re in starts to shake, and lacking any equipment to measure the Richter scale of the tremors, Telethusa and Iphis flee the temple. As they flee, Iphis notices that she’s taking wider steps than before; she can feel her hair become messier (no shit, this is what happens) and her features become sharper, but no less beautiful. When they’ve finished fleeing the temple, Iphis has become a boy. Presumably, the shock wears off pretty quickly once he realises that this means he can marry Ianthe, and Telethusa is probably too busy thinking how happy her neckbeard husband is going to be to be too surprised by it, so they go home.

The next day, Iphis and Ianthe get married, and they bone the night away with no need for a strap-on. Presumably, Ligdus posted the entire wedding ceremony on Reddit.

Read More

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Jane Foster Week Day One: Jane + Science

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ladoddsy:

These are the people I associate with…

They’re fantastic

Damn son, you have great taste in bffl

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Do you ever just think about Iphis and Ianthe and get really emotional because I definitely don’t do that ever

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#fml