Looks Like It’s Time To Play Did I Fuck Up My Shoulder Or Am I Just A Little Bitch

Rose 🌹 💕

I WAS NOT READY HELP

Loved one got top surgery yesterday so I made this for him but I think y’all would appreciate it too

This is the closest to what i think of them as

no mourners, no funerals 🖤

penelope didn't have to turn the tree bed into a riddle. she could have asked odysseus to prove his identity, to tell her something only he would know — which she actually did a few books earlier, when she asked the beggar to describe odysseus, and odysseus told her about a purple cloak with a particular golden brooch that she fastened herself twenty years ago. when penelope tells telemachus they have signs by which they'll know each other, you sort of expect more of the same. and instead, she decides to trap him. like a bug in a cup.

and it's delightful to me, idk, how odysseus has been trapped and cornered in various way throughout the odyssey, but arguably never so that he has to tell the truth to get out. (with the phaeacians, maybe? the omniscient narrator corroborates some of what he tells them, but do we really know everything?) and in fact he is not trying to get free of penelope. he wants something from her, wants to convince her, wants to be welcomed home, but until this point he's lied to her, revealed himself to other people before her, and been distant with her (though also patient! he doesn't try to strongarm or rush her into accepting him; it's his idea to sleep elsewhere).

except penelope isn't looking for him to be distant and patient. penelope lies in a way that requires odysseus to stop playing along — not only to prove that he knows what odysseus knows, but that he's willing to tell the truth about himself.

Reblogging for reference later totally no reason girlfriend dont worry its totally not (thats a lie) for you

t-word things that will ruin me (and my reputation)

1. telling me i’m cute when i’m blushing

2. one finger trailing down my sole. or my side. or my tummy. or literally anywhere

3. lulling me into a false sense of security by starting with massages, running your fingers through my hair, tummy rubs, etc.

4. POINTING OUT THE FACT THAT I LIKE IT DEAR GOD ITS SO EVIL BUT ITS SO GREAT

5. the frickin finger walking thing

6. keeping your fingers INCHES from my skin and wiggling them without actually touching me

7. whispering in my ear esPECIALLY IF YOU TEASE ME ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO OR TALK ABOUT I HOW YOU KNOW I’M ENJOYING IT OH MY GOD I WILL MELT INTO A PUDDLE 

8. growling playfully (especially when nibbling!) 

9. speaking of which, TICKLISH NIBBLES 

10. saying “that sound you made was so cute/ let’s see if we can get you to make that sound again” like I will be so red

11. using the t word as much as possible

12. making me admit something/ say the t word to get you to stop

13. USING YOUR FRICKIN NAILS

14. nuzzly tickles 

15. surprise attacks

16. fingers tracing down my spine

17. teasing me iN PUBLIC LIKE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT I CANT FALL APART IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE 

18. anticipation in any form. literally ANY form

19. picking me up gently to move me to a bed, couch, etc.

20. calling me nicknames ( @takeaguessitsjess keep your mouth shut)

Why am I getting gender envy from all of them it’s amazing omg

finally finished my mlp human designs ^^ i hope i can draw more of them in the future

In love with the idea prophecies could never be prevented but trying to stop them makes only the craziest possible ways an outcome could happen happen

Odysseus Does Raise Him as His Own

And a seven-year-old Astyanax accidentally burns part of Ithica's castle down because he knocked a candle over. He's really sorry about it though, super sorry, please don't tell his new big brother -

Odysseus has been laughing at the king of the gods for the past three hours.

The oracles work in mysterious ways.

Wow the ler mood came back strong

tickling someone who is usually so shy about their smiles... someone who always ducks their head and looks down at the floor when they grin, who lets out a tiny huff of breath instead of a real laugh, who is so quiet about their happiness.

they try so hard to keep that quietness up as they're tickled... turning their head away, eyes shut, nose scrunched, trying so hard not to giggle or lose control... but they're just too ticklish, they can't help it. they start giggling and squirming, twitching at every poke and wiggle of fingers against their body, breathless and blushing at being made to laugh aloud! poor shy little thing <3

The sky, it consumes me

My own photos )

My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.