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No. u. <3

i love you ur the best

YOU'RE THE SWEETEST AND THE BESTEST AHHHHHHHHHH

NO YOU ARE THE SWEETEST AND THE BESTEST AND you are also SO CUTE writing me all of this stuff!!!! You are adorable!

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You're amazing, I'm proud of you (yes, you 🫵) <3

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♬⋆.˚ Well it's a little bit dangerous, my friend˚.⋆♬

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

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I'm only distracting you from my real attack...

Loreo shipped directly to your house

(if that's okay with u @lorethebookworm )

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How could I ever destroy something made by such an amazing friend? I will cherish it forever <3

*me on my way to give you a hug and a letter from Diomedes*

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Now I have to beat you in the flower contest, giving Sagey a flamethrower and a lot of cookies

And you get a CD of Poseidon screaming, signed by Jay

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You are not insignificant. Did you know that there are mutuals waiting for you to come in here every day?

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I'm very proud of you, have 2 flowers <3

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Ok ok but this is Telemachus

And this is Odysseus

Right?

Edit: Tumblr wtf where did my reblogs go

Edit edit: fixed!

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I have delivered🫡

Based on my HC from… literally half a day ago blasting 600 strikes on repeat can do wonders apparently

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AHHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD OMG DLKEJSJNFJSJDJKSKDJGJTJEKFOCLLALABSBFKKFVNTUIWLSNDKA

Please be impressed by me.

Please be intrigued by my words,

My words are me and I want to reach you,

and please you,

and feed you,

because I am starving.

We do not starve for the same things.

Even here in the wild, our hungers our different.

I will rip love from the hands that reach through the bars, no matter the injury I cause. I am the animal who has blood on her teeth. I am the animal that is still hungry, because I have never known how much I can take, or how much I can have.

How much can I have?

And can't you give it to me? Do I have to make myself a predator, just to find sustenance in smiles through glass and scarred hands?

Or can you give it to me?

I'm a horrible thing made of horrible things, a thief who is willing to snatch pockets of what we all want.

Maybe, here in the wild, our hungers are the same.

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HOLY SHITE THE HERMES SAGA IS AMAZING

(i was literally drawing him in Troy's clothing)

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