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By Rose Ann Prevec

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I'm watching interior design videos on youtube and I can't tell if the youtubers are fucking with me or if I just can't tell what looks good.

"As you can see, something is 'off' about this room. Let's fix it!"

That looks like a normal room to me.

"And now that we've added this lamp for interest, moved the furniture to create more balance, and repainted those horrible clashing windowframes to better fit the tone of the room, look at what a difference it makes!"

That also looks like a normal room to me.

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Chapter 1 of my EPIC AU

"Cowardice of a king"

*It was morning... again the sun rised up and out gleamed through the window of the palace. Odysseus' slumber was interrupted by the warm beam of the sun. The sun was practically telling him to get up but, he didn't want too. He was afraid. Afraid of going outside. Afraid of the hundreds of women practically 108 to be exact.*

"Please... Please Penelope...!"

*His sight being barley clear as he sees her right next to him on the bed but right when he tries to reach out to her, she vanishes.. from his sight. Was he dreaming again why does he feel so selfish?*

*Once finally up, out of bed Odysseus stares down at the empty spot of king size bed she... She really was gone..*

"Penelope..."

*He caresses the empty spot of bed as he starts to slightly get teary eyed remembering the times when she was there with him always telling him that she'll stay with him forever. But now, that seems like a lie now she left him. Left to the Trojan war, he was too scared to go he was a deiblós. A coward.*

*He grabbed his a sandals within his reach, walking towards the door and then freezes his hand on the door*

*Giggling and mumble speaking can be heard behind the door*

"Oh..no.. why now.."

*He quietly whimpered to himself. Even though he didn't really want to, he had to go.. He opened the door to see a empty corridor. Odysseus peeks his head out of the door to the bedroom. Once step into the eeriely quiet hallway he felt a sudden chill.*

"Hey Telemachus.."

*There he was, fast asleep.. in his small bed. Odysseus smiled softly and caressed the young boy's head gently.*

"Thank Gods your okay...(Sighs) I wish Penelope could see you now. You've grown so much..!"

*The young boy smiled in his sleep and then turned, not facing his father anymore and faced the warmth of the sun through the window. The warm and calm atmosphere gets abruptly ended from the sudden noises of women suitors talking.*

*Odysseus hesitantly left the bedroom, heading towards the dining room*

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*And there they were, 108 woman staring at him. The women gossiped with each other as Odysseus anxiously walked around the big room*

"He's always wearing that blanket why is that?"

"I heard he uses it to hide his scars."

"That's quite cowardice isn't he a man, Men aren't supposed to hide their scars they should just show them out"

"I'd say that's quite childish if you ask me, especially with that the case he's constantly having a blanket. And he's supposed to be the king of this place that's quite pathetic.*

*They were right. Even though he tried to ignore their words, but they were right.. Right?*

*Instead of getting a drink liked he planned, Odysseus gets painfully swiftly pulled by someone who he felt deep hated for and yet feared at the same time, Calypso.*

"Hey Odysseus, were you hiding in your room again? No wonder the queen left you it was probably quite.. __sad__ to be with you."

"What, no..! **NO!** She didn't leave me she just...went to...to war...! Because-"

"--Because a __man__ was too scared to go to war."

"Wh- Wh- I-I'm not--"

*He was pretty much speechless he couldn't really get a word out properly. Calypso smugly smiled as she spills her drink at Odysseus. Making him feel a whirlwind of a ton of emotions.

Odysseus, not paying attention towards his surroundings slips on something presumably what was left of the spilled drink*

*All the women gleefully smiled as some of them started following Calypso circling around him*

"Oh wow, he really is pathetic. How is a man scared of going to war and let's his wife takes his place there I'd say that is quite embarrassing."

[**Stop it**]

"You think that's embarrassing, I find it MORE embarrassing that this man is our king. What kind of king is so childish! I mean, he's already looking teary eyed from getting wet. It's almost ironic and sad at the same time"

[**Please make it stop!**]

"Yeah, the queen was way more mature than him I don't see what she saw in him-"

"**I'M NOT A CHILD!!**"

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*Silence filled the room as all the suitors stared at Odysseus with shock and disgusted looks on their faces*

"Calypso- AHHH!"

*Calypso snatches away Odysseus' cover, gripping him aggressively by the pained scarred arm. Odysseus let out a small quiet yelp.*

"YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE A MAN! ANY MAN CAN HANDLE PAIN, EMOTIONAL OR PHYSICAL! Even in the war... Come on ladies, let's have some fun with this.. __man__ here"

"N-no please I don't wanna.. I DON'T WANT ANOTHER SCAR PLEASE!! AHHH STOP!"

*They were pulling at him, hurting him, Odysseus' panic wasn't helping him either, his struggling was making the tightened grasp on his wrists more painful*

"HOLD HIM DOWN LADIES, I wanna make this feel right~"

"N-no please..!"

**Pleading for them to stop is pointless..**

"Tell me, if you're really a man, a good king, let's see if you can handle THIS without screaming or crying.."

*Calypso pulled out a small dagger slightly stained with old blood his blood.*

*Odysseus closed his eyes tightly not wanting to see. It, it was easier this way.. He winced and whimpered repeatedly He.. he should be use to this already, it was almost everyday this happens. The small blade felt like it was getting deeper into his arm, it was seemingly getting more different to hold in his tears.. the pain was too unbearable to not cry about man or not.*

*Once the __deed__ was done, the rest of the suitors lef the room leaving Odysseus alone with Calypso*

*Odysseus continued to stare at the ground not wanting to make eye contact with this sick fiend, that was right in front of him. Calypso lifted up the pathetic king by his chin making him feel extreme chills down his spine*

"Awh Ody, poor Ody. "

*She giggled and then continued her little monologue*

"Seems like you are man. But, I wouldn't say you're a good __king__ though. I still find it absolutely ironic that out all people she could've married she choosed you. A coward of a king. How pathetic."

*After that he was left alone.*

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*But, she was right.. Wasn't she, why would Penelope love him again.. Especially seeing how emasculated he became, how weak he became.. He, he really was a pathetic man. Could he really consider himself as king of Ithaca anymore? Why is he so useless and selfish? Letting his wife go and take his place into war while he hides and cries in the palace like a child would.*

**How the hell can someone be so worthless**

*Telemachus watched warmly as the sun slowly went down. While watching it go down, a big bird spots his eye, a big black one with it's face n neck being Red. A vulture. The vulture glanced back at him through the window as it flew away into air*

"OOH MY GODS THAT WAS SO COOL! I GOTTA TELL FATHER!"

*The excited child raced out of room towards their father's big bedroom door but something was wrong. Muffled pained cries can be heard from the other side*

*Telemachus gently opened the door to see Odysseus laying his face on the edge of the bed Telemachus trying to not startle their distraught father, slowly approaches him*

"F-Father, are you alright?"

*No response verbally, he only responded by burying his face in his arms more and slightly shuddering and breathing slightly shaking as well*

"Dad please say something.."

"It hurts Telemachus... It hurts so much I don't understand why though..."

"Why what dad?"

"Why... WHY ARE THEY EVEN HERE!! WH-WHY... WHY AIN'T I USE THIS BY NOW!? WHY.. why... did she have to go!! I don't think I can take anymore of THIS.. I'm feeling too much it hurts! Why...am I such a awful husband..!?"

"Dad, don't say that mom loves you."

"She does.. But what if she doesn't once she returns home.. and realizes that I'm nothing but a coward and actually leaves me. Hell, almost everyday Calypso comes t-torments me everyday! And each time she and her friends hold me down to cut me.. to stab ME it just gets harder and harder not to cry or whimper the knife feels like it gets deeper and deeper into my arm and I can't take it anymore!"

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"I'm sick and tired of being scared...and afraid! I.. I'm supposed to be a man, a king!And y-yet why can't I ST-STOP crying--"

*An embrace of Telemachus' arms wrapped around Odysseus.. but why? The sad king still confused didn't hug back*

"You seemed like you needed a hug.. Listen dad, I don't really know what to say about what you're going through... Except that I'm sorry that your going through so much.. And about mother, she's probably trying her best to get back to us! I have hope in her! And I think you should have hope too."

"I.."

*Odysseus was speechless but the child was sorta right or atleast he hoped that what they were saying is true; Penelope told him that her leaving him was her protecting him though at first he didn't really understood what she meant by that..*

"Telemachus I... Thank you.. I needed that a lot.."

"No problem! I'm always here for you!"

*Feeling like he needed say something else.. anything but before he could Telemachus leaves waving his hand bye and shutting the door. What, what just happened...? Why did Telemachus leave. Odysseus got on his bed and stared at the ceiling and pondered;

**Isn't quite pathetic that you have to your young child to help you with breakdown**

"No...!"

**So embarrassing for such a king**

"Stop..!"

**So weak, what makes you think Penelope would love you you've became so cowardice**

"MAKE THE THOUGHTS STOP!! PLEASE!! P-PENELOPE..."

*He stared at his hand for a good while.. his ring.. Her ring from before.. He started to remember what happened when she left How she left..*

*The weather perfectly captured his mood; cloudy.. expect there wasn't rain.. Odysseus repeatedly paced back in fourth in the bedroom pondering on whether he should go war and "sacrifice" himself.. But the thought of him being separated from his love terrified him.. But why? Why was he so scared, why couldn't he stop to trembling What was he afraid of happening?? Dying that's what.. the thought of death terrified him the most.*

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"NO!! STOP!!"

*No, it didn't matter if he was scared.. he had to go..*

**He, he NEEDS to go**

*Odysseus heavily sighs to himself and exits the bedroom and enters the living room where he left Penelope but she..was gone? She, just left him?*

"P e n e l o p e . . ?"

*Odysseus felt a a sudden chill as he turned around, hearing footsteps from behind. Penelope was holding his bow?*

"Penelope what are you--"

"I'm taking your place love."

*Her voice was so haunting, monotone.. fear stirred faster inside of Odysseus*

"P-PENELOPE YOU CAN'T! I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU I-I can't.. can't...!"

*Penelope put her hands on Odysseus cheek*

"Ody, you've done so much for me and I appreciate it.. I really do."

"Penelope why? I can go instead, I don't wanna..see you.."

*Odysseus reaches his hand out towards her but Penelope stopped him and grabbed his hand*

"Ody, I can handle this. Hey take care of Temelachus for me please.."

"But I..."

*Penelope wiped the tear off of her sad husband's face and gives him a small kiss on the cheek*

"Again love, you've done so much for me.. To protect me too. Now it's my turn, It's my turn to finally protect you."

*And that was it, that was the last thing he heard her say as she walked away from him*

*Odysseus wanted to say something anything that would stop her! But he couldn't move, why? **WHY COULDN'T HE MOVE**

*He felt like his whole world was crumpling apart, his heart was shattering and breaking so much!*

**PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME PENELOPE!!**

*He screamed, but there was nothing, no voice or anything he was alone..*

*Odysseus cried, he was stuck in his own hell; A empty cold void where he was all alone by himself. Or so he thought when he felt a tight painful grip on his shoulder*

"*Awh poor you. It seems like we FINALLY have time to play~"*

*The voice was familiar.. it was mocking him.. She was mocking him. Calypso.*

"HOLD HIM DOWN LADIES!"

*Once that was said, a bunch of hands came down restrained Odysseus. He screamed*

5.7

*His heart was racing erratically his struggling from the women grasps on his wrists were making his panicking even worse*

**WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING WHY IS IT GETTING HARDER TO BREATHE!!**

*Calypso approaches Odysseus slowly.. Pinning her dagger instead of his arm.. towards his head*

"No.."

"Bye, bye, Old king"

*He screamed jolting up only to realize where he was.. His bedroom.. Once finally calmed down, he looked down at what he had of left his beloved wife.. His wedding ring..*

*Odysseus cried into his own hands shuddering.*

"P-Penelope... gods wherever you are please... PLEASE COME BACK! I MISS YOU TOO MUCH IT HURTS! It hurts a lot..!"

Dear god this took forever lol Anyway I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of my AU thing there'll be more soon maybe... Hopefully

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These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

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Listen, I adore the idea of Ares helping out Ody in Odysseus as much as anyone in this fandom

But I present to you:

Ares popping up in Ithaca, weapons sharp and polished, ready for bloodshed: "Need some help?"

Ody, who just listened to the suitors singing Hold them down, feeling just about ten times the fury he felt when he tortured Poseidon with his own trident: "No, thanks. I got this. You can stay and watch though."

Ares: "Duh."

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it's ok to block anyone to curate your experience unless you have me blocked in which case you're wrong and also missing out on beautiful wonderful meee <3

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Rest assured that your life is in good hands under the protection of Knight Atrid

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Chapter 8 is up, y'all!

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My cat was getting in the way of me doodling for the nth time… so I feel like Toothless would do the same thing as her if he was fun sized XD

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i think what people tend to forget is that laughing at modern art also counts as having a dialogue with it. like as long as you're respectful of the museum space and whatnot. you are under no obligation to take any of it seriously. when i go to a modern art museum I do engage with every piece and read the blurb and think deeply/discuss its intention and its execution but it doesnt stop me from having a giggle at the ones i think are stupid. often the artist is equally aware that it may be stupid. sometimes that's the point also. it's fun!

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capybara

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a few days ago I woke up in the middle of night and wrote a series of haikus about jayvik

Based on the thought that viktor probably gets used to the feeling of Jayce hands wether it’s for comfort, joy, support etc to the point he basically waiting and yearning for the next time it happens again Here is the text again in the proper format:

I am drawn to you your intelligence, your care are clouding my mind

The warmth of your hand for a moment I forget it is you and I I grow used to it the way you let it linger so cold when you leave longing to feel it again, waiting, desperate when will it return? Oh just one more time My mind, my body, pleading rest your hands on me

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If Aragorn survives this war, you will still be parted. If Sauron is defeated and Aragorn made king and all that you hope for comes true you will still have to taste the bitterness of mortality. Whether by the sword or the slow decay of time, Aragorn will die. And there will be no comfort for you, no comfort to ease the pain of his passing. He will come to death an image of the splendor of the kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt as nightfall in winter that comes without a star. Here you will dwell bound to your grief under the fading trees until all the world is changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.

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Quick reminder that you don't need a solid sexuality! You can just be in love! Or not be in love! Or have a gender! Labels are a choice, not a requirement. All you need to do is be someone you like being! If labels help with that, great! But they are not required. You don't owe it to anyone, so don't feel pressured to choose labels if they aren't your thing!

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‘Homo sum’ in Latin: ‘I am a human being’

‘Homo sum’ in Polish: