DO YOU FEEL LIKE GOD YET?

Odysseus: I am different, I am no longer the man you married, it's been 20 long years but if you could just fall in love with me again?

Penelope: if you can do something for me

Odysseus: anything

Penelope: move my wedding bed.

Odysseus: I can't, it's made out of a living tree, to move it I would have to destroy it. How can yo-

Penelope: oh, I thought we were asking each other stupid questions?

Odysseus:

Penelope: 'FaLl iN lOvE wItH mE aGaiN' to do that I would have had to stop loving you.

I Can’t Help But Wonder

Odysseus, who just violently and mercilessly murdered 108 or so men, who claims in the next song that he’s no longer a kind or gentle man, actively listens to Telemachus and kindly and gently responds to everything his son’s expressed.

Telemachus asks, “Am I like you? Am I strong like you? Will you embrace me? Will you love and accept me as yours?” He says, “I’ve felt so alone.”

And Odysseus claims him in a heartbeat, answering, “My son. My boy. My sweetest joy I’ve ever known. I embraced you twenty years ago. I’d do the impossible for you. I’d die for you.” He says, “Seeing the men here today, I can only wonder what you’ve been through for twenty years. My son, you’re already strong. You’re my own. You’re not alone. I’m home.”

And then they fucking embrace.

Remus lupin my one and only forever and always

(I did credit the original creator in the tags but some people thought that the art was mine. This amazing art belongs to sophithil)

tsh written by a woman , and the only girl in a boys’ club is the only one truly unknown to the reader.

donna ate but it gave me bellyache

CHIBI HEART ATTACK👉💥💘

Henry winter would not listen to Lana del ray! Richard Papen however….

do you approve of my trans chuuya..... (i love trans chuuya) (dont mind the fact he looks a lil cracy here its part of an au i made dwdw)🙏

Approved!!🙂‍↕️ I really liked the artstyle, very unique :D

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

ooh, but love grows

where my rosemary goes

and nobody knows like me

Lenore: Let me see what you have.

Berenice: A knife!

Lenore: NO!