Odysseus: 600 men making our way back home to Ithaca!
*Polythemus swings his club around*
Odysseus: 593 men making our way back home to Ithaca.
*Poseidon wipes out the other 11 ships in the fleet*
Odysseus: ...43 men making our way back home to Ithaca.
*Elpenor's drunk ass falls off Circe's roof*
Odysseus: 42 men making our way back home to Ithaca, I guess.
*Scylla targets the torch holders*
Odysseus: 36 men making our way back home to Ithaca. Put that sword away, Eurylochus.
*Zeus strikes the ship with lightning*
Odysseus: 1 man making his way back home to Penelope and Telemachus. And by the gods, I will somehow make it.
Well... Justin’s funeral is gonna be soon... 0_0
Ronda Rousey is an ultimate fighting champion. And she has beef to pick with Justin Bieber.
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I am in love
this is so much different from what i expected holy shit
Coffee Shop AU
Flower Shop AU
Tattoo Parlor AU
Mafia AU
Actor AU
Genderbent AU
Youtuber AU
Military AU
Secret Agent AU
Assassin AU
College AU
High School AU
Royalty AU
Apocalypse AU
Disney AU (Hercules, Mulan, Beauty & The Beast, Frozen, Moana, Tangled, etc)
Time Travel AU
Alternate Career AU
Arranged Marriage AU
False Relationship/Marriage AU
Accidental Marriage
Hunger Games AU
Sun & Moon AU
Greek Gods AU
Age Swap/Reverse AU
Pokemon AU
Office AU
Magic AU
Mermaid AU
Siren AU
Vampire AU
Single Parent AU
Immortal AU
Reincarnation AU
Ghibli AU (Spirited Away, Howl’s Moving Castle, Kiki’s Delivery Service)
Werewolf AU
Pirate AU
Superhero/Superpower AU
Noir Detective AU
Harry Potter AU
Omgeaverse AU
Cyberpunk/Robot AU
Couldn’t explain it better!
People ask me “Why do you write?” and I never have a good answer. I just like doing it . I never even considered myself to be good at it until I started sharing. I’m a shy person so I guess I communicate better by writing. It’s a way to keep a thought going forever, and I think that’s pretty cool. Writing is a form of art and I’m an artist so I feel like it fits my life style. Everything that you do has a subsection. There’s different forms of art and I would like to attempt as many of them as I can. So I guess my answer to the inevitable question “why do you write?” is because I’m an artist and creating is what I do best. 💜
I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. I switched it off and rubbed my eyes, slowly opening them, seeing my lovely girlfriend Y/N cuddled up with me, her messy (y/h/c) All over her face and her lips parted slightly to help her breath. I smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear and softly stroking her cheek. Even though she’s always so messy in the morning, I still find her the most beautiful girl on Earth. I wrapped my arm around her and nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck, just wanting to embrace her and feel her warmth. “Why are you so perfect?” I asked, doing circles on her back.
“Mm.” She groaned, I sighed and placed an innocent kiss on her shoulder, while she did small circles with her thumb on my torso. “Mornin’ beautiful.” I said,groggily. “Mornin’ handsome.” She mumbled. I pulled away slightly and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Hi babe.” I said. “Oh, morning breath.” She said and covered her nose. I giggled. “You’ve smelt in plenty of times.” I said. “Doesn’t mean I’m used to it.” She said and giggled. I laughed. I started to tickle her making her laugh loudly. “Ni-Nialler! Stop it!” She said through the laughs. I giggled and stopped placing a kiss on the bridge of her nose. I just continued to look at her with a smile on my lips. “Whaat?” She asked cutely, dragging the ‘a’. I giggled. “Nothing.” I sighed dreamily. She’ll never know how beautiful she is. In my eyes she’s the most beautiful on the inside and out. In my eyes she is absolutely amazing and I am so lucky to have her. “I love you.” I said. “So much.” I added. She smiled and blushed. She always blushed when I say I love you, and it’s absolutely adorable. “I love you too.” She said, with her sweet smile. “So much.” She added, These moments are perfect, absolutely perfect.
"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....
I sighed as I was staring up to the ceiling. Wide awake just staring at it, trying my hardest to fall asleep in order to get enough rest for uni tomorrow. Meanwhile Niall was practically knocked out, sleeping deeply, with his lips parted slightly to help him breath and an arm a draped around my waist. I slowly turned to my side, careful not to wake him up.
I smiled, seeing how cute he looked. I delicately traced his features. He flinched at my touch as I pulled my hand away. He slowly opened his eyes halfway, he wrapped his other arm around me and pulled me into him, his lips softly pressed on my forehead. “Can’t sleep?” He mumbled, his voice cracked from sleeping. “Yeah.” I softly replied.
He did small soothing circles on my waist and played with my hair. “Am I asleep, am I awake or somewhere in between?” He softly sang. Truly, Madly, Deeply, otherwise known as our song. My eyelids got heavy as I was slowly relaxing and falling asleep to his soothing voice. I felt him smile against my forehead. “Goodnight beautiful, sweet dreams.” He cooed. “I love you.” He whispered before I fell asleep with a smile on my face.