melΒ·lifΒ·luΒ·ous (of a voice or words) sweet or musical; pleasant to hear
In other words, names with the most sonically appeasing/rhythmic flow to their pronunciation:
Precious Achiuwa
Thanasis Antetokounmpo
Nemanja Bjelica
Bojan Bogdanovic
Bol Bol
Bruce Brown
Kentavious Caldwell-Pope
Cade Cunningham
Demar Derozan
Spencer Dinwiddie
Donte Divincenzo
Sekou Doumbouya
DeAaron Fox
Danillo Gallinari
Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Rui Hachimura
Tyrese Halliburton
Isaiah Hartenstein
Killian Hayes
Talen Horton-Tucker
Furkan Korkmaz
Didi Louzada
Malik Monk
Dejounte Murray
Mike Muscala
Chuma Okeke
Onyeka Okongwu
Rajon Rondo
DiAngelo Russell
Domantas Sabonis
Killian Tillie
Sindarius Thornwell
Note: this list only includes current players, so apologies to the likes of Hakeem Olajuwon, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Shaquille OβNeal and of course Vassilis Spanoulis.
Please feel free to reply with any we may have missed
We meet Mellifluous Golding in Bedlam; she keeps the Clockwork House, which is supposedly a giant sigil (DOA, anyone?) and is collecting people's secrets for a secret plan. What do you think she's up to, and what role will she play in the upcoming conflict(s)?
I didnβt know what this meant when I first watched the episode, but with Little Carmine you can usually bank on him over-stretching his vocabulary.
Mellifluous means βsweet or musical; pleasant to hearβ. This adjective being used to describe a box is absurdly hilarious
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Sweetened with or as if sweetened with honey.
Gluttony is a sin of vile consumption, not only of honeyed treasure but of the feel of the bee sting upon the tongue. To imbibe the milk of life and to crave the poison flavor hidden discreetly beneath it. I am the supple catalyst of my own end, and the greatest dispatcher of harm and malice ever visited upon my troubled brow. Age scrapes against me, as death and loss circle distant foundations threatening to cast off the last remaining tethers I have to keep me grounded. I remain passive before the secret fists of the hangman's daughter, each strike laying me low only to be repeated should I find the strength to stand. I have held in these hands the greatest of beauty, a light to blind the sun. I know not if I have become Icarus, for a fall from grace only differs from falling in love in the way you land when it is said and done. I have long loved you, my forbidden and secret amour, but my love is hemlock tea. I have tried to stand away to protect you, but you won't let me go. Why do you wish for me to stay? Is it comfort in being loved, or because you feel as I do and yearn for the completion of the soul? Are you my antidote or my end? I love you either way, but a heart left in darkness is a cold and lonely thing. Warm me or free me, but do not leave me to languish over questions. I am so alone in this place, and as wrong as I may have been in my actions, my heart is innocent, for it can only love, and love holds no malice. I must know, Firefly. Are you my beacon or are you merely a will o wisp?
