I Imagine Sansfoy To Be The Short-tempered Older Brother Who Says Rude Things Like “I Wish I Disowned

No cuz what if future civilizations on the moon view the earth as their moon

Apollo 17's Crescent Earth

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this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

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・。。・゜🌸 ゜・。。・゜🌸 ゜・。。・

remember, this is your life, you do what you want, live the way you want, love who you want and be who you want. as long as you aren’t putting others down or hurting them or yourself, you do whatever makes you happy

homies

December will be full of great physical health

December will be full of great mental health

December will be full of positive energy

December will be full of opportunities

December will be full of good vibes

December will be full of happiness

December will be full of blessings

December will be full of self care

December will be full of clarity

December will be full of magic

December will be full of love

you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦

𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑉𝐼𝐵𝐸 𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑇𝑇𝑌 .. 𝑖’𝑚 𝐻𝑒𝑟

M8, Ripples of the Lagoon

Still reading the Odyssey. How have I never seen anyone bring up a headcanon that Odysseus becomes scared shitless of the ocean after finally coming home to Ithaca? I'm talking mental-breakdown inducing phobia.

The man has spent TEN YEARS lost at sea. Each time he reached land, Poseidon was here to try to drown him. His twelve ships with six hundred men sunk. And later on, when Alcinoos' men sailed him back to Ithaca, Poseidon sunk that ship too. It just never ends. Odysseus has seen hundreds of men, friends, die at sea, he's been whipped by waves, choked by salt, he faced Charybdis on his own, nearly drowned more times than he can count, all of this to finally reach home knowing his journey has drowned hundreds of innocent people.

I'm telling you he'd never heal from that shit. After he finally reclaims the throne of Ithaca, maybe Telemachus mentions that some of his father's old friends are still waiting for news of him, that Nestor has no idea he managed to go home and that Menelaus weeps whenever he thinks of him.

So Odysseus agrees to follow his son to Pylos and Sparta, having to sail across the sea once again, and although the trip goes smoothly it's a living nightmare for Odysseus. The moment the ship departs, he prays Poseidon with all his might, begging him to spare his son. He can't stop puking and crying, choking on his own erratic breath, hallucinating and going paranoid. For a few days Telemachus really thinks he's fallen ill. The trip back is just as terrible and Telemachus has no idea how to comfort his father or to make him understand that the seas are safe for him now, as well as for all the people who travel with him.

Yet another reason why Odysseus needs to spend the rest of his life in a Penelope/Diomedes sandwich hug, I rest my case.