We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to dance
We don’t have to smile
We don’t have to make friends
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heard game of thrones is coming to fortnite so i turned midas into a targaryen
(25/02/2025)
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Hand of Midas Clayshaper T-Shirt
👕 Inspired by the “Portrait of a Young Man” by Andrea del Sarto 🎨 (c.1517–1518), the “Hand of Midas Clayshaper” T-Shirt merges classical art 🏛️ with dark myth 🌑.
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Discover the real life ancient King Midas who inspired the Midas of mythology. He did not turn all he touched into gold, but he did have a golden touch
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Last night had a dream where I was checking out a new boxing gym, and everyone there was so mean! Understandably , I began fighting people. But in real life, I accidentally booted my cat off the bed 🥺 I think I’m going to prison and will never ever be forgiven
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Het lekkerste broodje
En de zachte kracht van twee boterhammen
Pieters Daglicht over denkdingen
Er zijn mensen die de vooruitgang meten in glasvezel, AI en zelfrijdende auto’s.
En er zijn mensen – zoals Pieter – die vooruitgang afmeten aan wat er tussen twee boterhammen zit.
Neem nou zijn favoriete lunch. Geen poeha. Geen farce van gamba. Geen wakame die je eerst moet googelen om te weten of het eetbaar is. Nee.…
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for snookums @poopydoopybutthead !!!!!!!!!! their frenchie princess oc midas 4 their birthday. i wonder wat he is mad abt………….. neways every1 shud send death threats 2 poppys inbox 2day is officially ta worst day ever
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Midas Man (2024) | Movie | Movies Dock
🎬 Title: Midas Man
Managing The Fab Four turned out to be the easy part.
Story: In November 1961, Brian Epstein walked into the Cavern Club to see The Beatles perform and instantly recognized their potential. Though he appeared polished and well-spoken, Epstein was anything but conventional. As a Jewish man who had faced societal challenges, including being closeted and feeling like an outsider…
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Discover the real life ancient King Midas who inspired the Midas of mythology. He did not turn all he touched into gold, but he did have a golden touch
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“We Are Joonessyy” [31 Jan 2026]
“We Carry the Island”
“We’ll fight for the Zero Point”
“We’ll honor his name”
IDN Version + 🌴🌴🌴
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Coming up with a fairytale?
This is the task I must come up with for my comic page for this project, as well as figuring out how to link the page into the world and what part of the tale I will make the page highlight.
What is the inspiration for the tale?
I want the story to be akin to king Midas from greek myth; where Dionysus god of wine made a deal with this king that everything that he (there are stories that state just one hand, however these have been picked apart so we are saying anything coming in contact with his skin) touched would turn to gold, which at first was amazing, infinite riches are unfathomable to anyone. This story turned when he came to hunger. He tried to eat a grape and it too became gold. His daughter then entered the room, and so he stood to embrace her, and like all sustenance, love was gilded too.
The general framework for the tale is:
- Magical Actor grants a wish (but monkey paws it)
- The wished character is overjoyed
- A slight sadness upon a small downfall
- A major sorrow upon a larger one
So, in order to come up with a tale that works in my story, I want the magical actor to be unseen (or maybe barely unseen?), and the wish to be a kind of want and prayer to create. Maybe the character is a person with nothing to do, bored out of their mind. Or perhaps its a character that has so many ideas, but no place to realise them.
I believe I’ll go with the inability to realise ideas, as it is an issue I have learnt to deal with, so I can sympathise with the character and act accordingly.
The basis of the tale will go something like this;
Once upon a time there was a frail, yet wishful man; his wants outweighed greed or lust. All those things would be a means to an end for his one true goal. A place to create without limits. Until one day he saw something, discarded on the ground. An odd sight, seeing anything that shape and size, once his skin met its cold, wet exterior, his skin began to itch; an ungodly kind of itch that was unable to be ignored.
The place that was itching, a small birthmark he had for as long as he could remember was growing, and pulling toward the object like a magnet’s opposing poles. Upon the artifact’s contact with the mark, it was sucked in, almost as if escaping the air’s toxic embrace.
Rain struck the solid air, as a door materialised in front of him; a large door, with a handle that looked like it would accept his hand like water. He placed a frightened finger on it.
The air waned open, a room lie on the other side, moving and churning; unknowing of what to do, he tried to throw in a rock, but it hit off, so he tried with a finger, and it went straight through.
He began to tinker, realising that he could pull the patterns off the walls, and use them, bend them, and alter them in order to create; in this space he didn’t seem to age, or need food or water.
Before he knew it, he had created 12 amazing contraptions, but in return, his skin began to dye blue, and patterns began to emerge into his skin.
But when he tried to remove the contraptions, he was met with a wall, he could move through, but his amazing machinations couldn’t
So He ran to town, and saw his little sister, she was talking to their mother, and looked his way. Her eyes went cold, as she screamed.
He was a monster.
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Overall I wanted the piece to be longer at the start and keep the ending ambiguous when it came to conclusions.
I think I’ll make the 12 contraptions into a kind of myth in the area, where if you could find or learn of these contraptions, then you would be doomed to become a monster yourself. This tale was likely made to dissuade people from looking into the tools they find.
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Wondering if Sara chose to search and study on Midas and the legend around him because it warmed her daddy issued heart to see a man as greedy as Midas ready to give up all the gold for his daughter when her own father neglected her so much for his job and passion she straight up calls him professor instead of dad