Causing P.I.E.D. Photographically Induced Emotional Distress
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Shovel Talk?
(there’s one suitor left in the the palace, but he’s not there for the Queen of Ithaca)
Penelope had long since fallen asleep as Telemachus sat silently outside her door, not quite able to break the habit yet. Odysseus had crept out of the room as soon as his wife had fallen asleep despite his intense want to stay near her. Still, he had to make sure the palace had been cleansed of the suitors.
Suddenly he heard heavy breathing coming from Telemachus’s chambers. Telemachus’s chambers that were supposed to be empty. He tightly gripped his sword and threw the door open, watching as an unfamiliar young man stumbled back, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“Are you a suitor?” Odysseus asked flatly, adjusting his hold on the sword.
“Yes,” the young man said. “But it’s not what you think, I’m not-”
“Stop.” He said. “What’s your name?”
The young man sputtered a bit before finally saying, “Nausicaas.”
“Nausicaas… you should have lied.”
“No…” Nausicaas took a few steps back as the king walked towards him with a raised sword. “No, it’s- it’s not what you think! I’m here for Telemachus!”
“You idiot…” Odysseus shook his head. “Did you see what happened to the rest of the suitors who tried to hurt my son?” He pressed the sword against the young man’s neck. “This is where it ends. With your death, my family is safe. Do you understand that?”
His eyes widened as he stared right into the king’s burning red eyes, alight. In what Nausicaas assumed would be his last moment, he squeezed his eyes shut and yelled, “Sir, I’m in love with your son!”
There was no pain, no sharpness of the blade, but the feeling of it against his neck didn’t leave. Nausicaas didn’t dare open his eyes.
“What?”
He opened one eye, catching sight of Odysseus’s confusion. “I am a suitor… for your son. I- I arrived here this morning to… to ask the Queen for her blessing to marry the prince… a-and now that you’re here I can, well… would it be okay if I proposed to your son?”
Odysseus stepped back, letting his sword fall to his side. He looked like he was sizing the young man up. “Where did you come from?”
“Sparta, sir. The Queen’s family in Sparta is close friends with my own.”
The king seemed to contemplate this for a moment. “You say you love my son?” Nausicaas nodded eagerly. It was almost endearing. “How much?”
The young man’s expression finally hardened into something a lot more Spartan than it had looked before. “I would end worlds for him, sir. I would renounce my name, my rank, my home—I would be of Ithaca only, Sparta be damned.” His eyes suddenly wandered to a spot over Odysseus’s shoulder, softening as a smile tugged his lips.
The king turned around to see his son in the doorway. “Telemachus.”
“Mother woke up,” he said, his voice distracted. “She had a fit when you weren’t next to her.”
Odysseus smiled, then turned back to look at Nausicaas. He held his arms out, warm and inviting, and enveloped the young man. “Thank you,” Nausicaas uttered, returning the hug as if it were a handshake, strong and unwavering.
“Be true.” Odysseus said, then lowered his voice. “And if you even think about hurting my family, I will dismember you and feed what’s left of you to what little sirens managed to escape my crew and I.” The boy tensed up in his arms and Odysseus smiled. “That is, if Penelope doesn’t get to you first.”
He felt the young man nod and let go, stepping back. The king stood in wait. Nausicaas’s lips formed a small “oh,” then walked past him to face Telemachus. “Telemachus, Prince of Ithaca…”
“Nausicaas,” the prince said, grabbing the young warrior’s hand and pulling him closer with a grin Odysseus recognized from his days trying his hardest to win Penelope’s attention. “Why so formal?”
A grin tugged at his lips. “Because this is important. I love you, Telemachus. I will always love you. If there is a life after this one, I will love you in that one too. Would you join me in declaring this love to the gods?"
Telemachus smiled and leaned forward to kiss Nausicass. "It only took you three years to ask."
"Is..." He said tentatively, "Is that a yes?"
Odysseus shook his head and made for the doorway, patting Nausicaas on the back before leaving. "Welcome to the family."
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This is basically what happened in the update right?
Hope you get a kick outta this @kyri45
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2000 was almost 14 years ago 2000 was almost 14 years ago 2000 was almost 14 years ago
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shhhhh guys be quiet we need to be quiet or else the bears will hear us. as long as we all keep quiet (everyone liking this post) we will be fine just don't do anything to alert the bears okay?
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It pisses me off that you’re just some person. Just some college student. Why the fuck aren’t you a fire fox. How come you’re just a human?? You should be darting through my wires while carrying an envelope in your mouth because I wanted to send an email. What the fuck
ugh suspend your disbelief for a second my goddd
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Yeah yeah, I'll get onto it, just gotta finish my coding project first
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happy new year! reminder that as of January 1st, 2025, the 1929 animated Disney short "The Skeleton Dance" is now public domain!
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Eatin this
all this talk of a winners hall but absolutely zero talk of a losers hall. just a place for them to all sort of hang out and chill, its like the polar opposite of the grandiose winners hall, its just like. a small pathetic room for the losers to share in their sadness about losing or something
and every single iteration of jimmy thats lost is there, and their own separate person, so its like four jimmys, a real life grian, a secret life lizzie, and a wild life mumbo
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Danny: Ugh, they're back again
Jazz: Don't make that face at paying customers. Do you want to make a portal back home?
Danny rolling his eyes: Yes
Jazz: Then we need to get enough money to buy the parts. If that means waiting tables at a barely legal dinner, where idiots hit on us, then we wait those stupid tables. Now go over there and get the Waynes to leave us a 200 tip.
Danny: Fine, but only if you do too!
Jazz: *Tighten her apron straps into an hourglass figure* Way ahead of you.
Danny: *Rolling eyes but does the same*
Meanwhile with the Waynes
Bruce: It's so nice to go out to eat with you all
Alfred: Indeed. It's a nice change, don't you agree, children?
Wayne kids: *hyperventilating*
Bruce Not looking up from his phone: The Fenton siblings?
Alfred: Indeed, sir. It seems like Master Dick, Master Jason, and Miss Cass are going to attempt to speak to Ms. Fenton today. Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Miss Steph don't seem mentally ready to look Mister Fenton in the eye. Bets?
Bruce: Dick chokes on his fork again. Tim face plants on the table, and Steph once again speaks in gibberish after forgetting the entire English language.
Alfred: Very good, sir.
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It's the finale of the next life series. There are only a handful of people left. The Winners Soulmate theory must be true, right? Etho takes a deep breath and catalogues his opponents. He sharpens his sword and reads the death messages in the chat. Something rustles behind him. Etho turns around. It's LDShadowLady with a gun. She shoots him off the edge of the cliff and his body falls dramatically and gracefully over the edge, hitting the last two people left and killing them on impact. Lizzie cheers. Shen then immediately falls off the same cliff by complete accident. She wakes up in the Winners realm, inside a car, and blinks. "Lizzie," Joel tears up next too her in the drivers seat. "Do you want to run the other Winners over in a car for all eternity with me?" Lizzie tears up and says yes. They drive off into the sunset and immediately hit Scott Smajor
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Tryna catch the Sonic autism can some of yall sonic blogs reblog this so I can follow yall
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Guys I’m gonna rant a little about how cool and awesome scourge the hedgehog is ^_^
Like OH MY GOD look how cool, idk why he’s not more popular, I wish wish WISH sega would put him in the games, his aura is insane. Maybe I’m biased bc my favorite color is green?? But still
Also him being known as “anti sonic” or “evil sonic” is just crazy. his backstory is great his character design is great, like he’s just so GREAT
Also look at his super form AHHHH W design
Anyways let me stop geeking, bottom line is that scourge needs to be more popular 🙏
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i’m using Internet Explorer, i hope this posts quickly. happy new year 2011
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