#the music as well

[nic-coughlan]

ok but not venom: the last dance literally ending with eddie walking through the streets thinking about venom and all the time they spent together, their little moments, their private moments, like a widower who just lost their partner

[itsajollyjester]

“Would fall in love with me again if you knew all I’ve done?”

[insomniphic]

What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?

*looks at all the comics I made*

Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He’ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?

But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...

...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.

What if he fails again?

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[callmesel]

This is how I imagine Telemachus in the Penelope warrior au

[orpheus-has-lyreizz]

🎶Oh, could it be some kind of sign

that my husband's gone insane🎶

[ochiody]

penelope of sparta

[defleftist]

Thrilled to see someone carrying on the tradition of protest folk music. Keep fighting the good fight!

[cloudberrytroll]

Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain?

[thatdykepunkslut]

Taylors wift is just elon musk for horse girls and gays who are afraid of faggots

[shreddheir]

The new Acht art is a parallel of their first album cover I’m gonna CRY.

I’m frustrated that the only posts of mine that get reblogs are low effort. Please go look at my art.

[protagaster]

Calypso: [flirts with Odysseus]

Penelope, in disguise: [staring at them silently]

Ares: You’re surprisingly quiet today, Penelope.

Penelope: [still staring] Nobody plans a murder out loud.

[kamuch-kommando]

Since everyone's sharing their own vision of Poseidon, here's mine!

(17.11.2024)

[ministarfruit]

day 24: plagued by the horrors ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[bloodbruise]

college barista james falling in love with college radio host regulus through song.

james tunes into the campus radio every tuesday night—not because he’s really into finding new music, but because regulus is the voice behind it. regulus’ show is all late-night jazz, obscure indie tracks, and that smooth, low commentary that james could listen to for hours. the first time james hears it live, in person at the café, he nearly spills the iced latte he’s making all over himself.

he isn’t completely pathetic, though—he flirts a little, drops hints here and there. memorizes regulus’ favorite drink so it’s always waiting for him when he walks in. asks about why his favorite songs are his favorite. still listens every tuesday as he falls for him more and more.

james has never called into the show—he wouldn’t know what to say—but regulus’ voice still fills his dorm every week.

one night, regulus runs a quiet segment where listeners can request songs and share a few words. james, maybe a little tipsy from the cheap wine he and sirius scored by charming the lady at the corner store, finally decides to call in. he keeps it simple, asking for a song he knows regulus loves—"the only love song he can tolerate," as he once told james. when “the boy” by the smashing pumpkins starts playing, james hears regulus laugh softly into the mic, a sound warmer than any wine. “someone out there has good taste,” regulus says, and james feels his heart skip.

on air, regulus doesn’t let on if he knows it’s james, but the next day, as james makes his usual coffee, regulus gives him a small, knowing smile—like he just might.