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Love and Power Concerning Odysseus

            (Introduction) When most people look at Odysseus, they see a wise strategist who bested various beasts and gods to get back home to his wife and son. But some see a man who embraced other women willingly, followed a corrupt goddess, and did not love his wife as it was stated he did in Homer’s Odyssey. But when one takes a closer look at the text itself, one can see that this is likely not what Homer had intended to imply. Homer meant to display how Odysseus was taken advantage of by goddesses and gods alike. (Thesis) Calypso and Circe both seemed to take joy in the power they held over Odysseus, while Penelope displayed the love for him that truly showed how they cared for each other. (Direction)

            (Statement of Facts) Homer lays out Odysseus’s life quite well. Odysseus was a Greek soldier who, after having made the suitors of Helen swear to defend her from any potential threat, was whisked away from his wife, Penelope, and his infant son, Telemachus. Odysseus fought for ten long years at Troy, facing hardships from the Trojans and even within his own ranks. He advised Agamemnon, gave counsel to Achilles, complimented Diomedes on his work ethic, and slaughtered those who stood in his way. After Troy fell and the Achaeans divided the spoils amongst themselves, Odysseus set off for home. For twenty years, he braved trial after tribulation from gods to monsters to betrayal from his own men. Eventually, after making it home and seeing the state of his palace, Odysseus, alongside his now grown son, Telemachus, strung his war-bow and slaughtered the suitors leeching from his wealth and harassing his wife. The interpersonal relationships in his journey are where things get complicated (Homer Iliad) (Homer Odyssey).

            (Division) Odysseus’s Roman counterpart, Ulysses, brings an interesting point of view to the discussion. The Romans did not like the Greeks’ Athena, and thus any hero related to her through patronage or skill. This influenced how they depicted Odysseus in their own mythology, which sparked many arguments against him in some modern circles. It is debatable, depending on which book is referenced, whether or not Odysseus was the man to throw Astyanax from Troy’s walls; but, for the sake of argument, this paper will use Pseudo-Apollodorus’s Bibliotheca- or, The Library, as is the English translation-which seems to imply that it was, in fact, Odysseus who committed the murder. The true application of coercion may also be called into question, considering the customs and culture at the time that Homer’s Odyssey was written; however, this paper will be viewing it through modern lenses and definitions for the sake of this discussion. Considering these details, this paper will discuss Odysseus’s relationships with Circe and Calypso and the power they exerted over Odysseus in comparison to how Penelope treated him with love.

            (E1P1) Odysseus was coerced into his relationship with Circe based on the threats to the health of his crew and himself, and of the gods’ anger towards him. “…[S]uddenly she struck with her wand, drove them into her pigsties, all of them bristling into swine- with grunt, snouts, yes, and only the men’s minds stayed as steadfast as before” (Homer 238). Here, Circe displays a clear power imbalance between herself and Odysseus’s crew. With a single touch and some magic, she sent them “bristling into swine” with hardly a chance to fight back. Any attempt to stand against her could be reasonably expected to be met with a similar display of power and danger. Later, when Odysseus approaches Circe’s palace to do just that, Hermes- the god of travelers, mischief, and often Odysseus’s own grandfather- approaches, offering the advice of: “..but don’t refuse the goddess’s bed, not then, not if she’s to release your friends and treat you well herself” (Homer 239). Hermes’s approach offers another layer of concern on top of the threat of Circe herself. Odysseus has been shown before to fear the gods’ power when he murders Astyanax, as depicted in Apollodorus’s Bibliotheca and would likely fear Hermes the same, despite their blood relation (239). To have Odysseus “[not] refuse the goddess’s bed” for fear of safety is the definition of coercion, which is an action taken under duress of retribution or harm (Cambridge). Thus, the relationship between Odysseus and Circe could not have been one of love, but only power.

            (E1P2) Calypso exercised her power over Odysseus to keep their relationship afloat, rather than relying on kindled love or affection. “On that tenth, at night, the gods cast me up on Ogygia, Calypso’s island, home of the dangerous nymph with glossy braids who speaks to me in a human voice…” (Fagles 285). Here, Odysseus immediately makes it known how he feels about this nymph. She is “dangerous”, even to a man who had faced down the Cyclopes, the Underworld, and much more. Any relationship built on danger cannot thus be one of love. When earlier, Odysseus had recounted the tale, he made clear mention that “she never won the heart inside me, never. Seven endless years I remained there..” (Fagles 187). Despite the time spent on her island, “seven endless years”, Odysseus never caved to Calypso’s charms. That amount of time would have been more than enough for some semblance of Stockholm Syndrome to kick in, but it never did. Odysseus remained resolute in his dislike of her, even to the point of having “no choice- unwilling lover alongside lover all too willing” when she brought him to her bed (Fagles 157). This is another clear example of coercion- the act, process, or power of coercing, which means using threats or intimidation to force someone to do something against their will (Cambridge). Despite the time Homer lived, he still understood that Calypso’s and Circe’s relationships differed from Odysseus’s with Penelope.

            (E2P1) Penelope truly loved Odysseus, unlike how Circe and Calypso treated the Ithacan king. “How well you knew- you heard from my own lips- that I meant to probe this stranger in our house and ask about my husband… my heart breaks for him” (Fagles 393). Penelope, with the first mention of her husband, immediately wilts with grief for Odysseus. She stands up to her own maids and caretakers in defense of this beggar for even a hint of news of Odysseus without even knowing the man himself was in front of her. “…[D]own she sank, laying the case across her knees, and dissolved into tears with a high thin wail as she drew her husband’s weapon from its sheath…” (Fagles 426). Even at the sight of only Odysseus’s weapon, Penelope cannot contain her grief for Odysseus’s absence. Even with the suitors’ adverse personalities, twenty years would be more than enough to decide Odysseus was dead and choose another husband, but Penelope never did. She stayed faithful to Odysseus even through the desolation of her home and desecration of her image. “Living proof- Penelope felt her knees go slack, her heart surrender, recognizing the clear signs Odysseus offered” (Fagles 462). Penelope truly loved Odysseus and her actions showed she saw him as a man, a husband, and a father, rather than a toy to be used and discarded.

            (Refutation) According to the Roman iteration of Odysseus, Ulysses, some may say that Calypso’s and Circe’s relationships with Odysseus were willing and filled with love. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Maraceus- one of Odysseus’s men- recounts the story of the crew’s encounter with Circe. “Ulysses was happy to join fair Circe in her bed, but insisted that she must restore his friends...” (Ovid 563). Now, the Romans were known to not be fond of Greece or their interpretation of Athena, which would allow for the intentional mischaracterization of Odysseus to justify their hatred of the goddess. Also, this scene is recounted by one of Odysseus’s men- a likely unreliable narrator. Understandably, Maraceus might see Odysseus as ‘happy to join fair Circe in her bed’ as he looked in from an outside perspective without having heard the prior discussion between Ulysses and Hermes. Maraceus did mention Hermes- or the Roman Mercury- meeting Ulysses before he came to Circe’s palace “with [the moly] and the god’s instructions” (Ovid 526). However, it was unlikely that Ulysses recounted the entire set of instructions Hermes gave him to his crew, considering the sensitive nature of the discussion. A misunderstanding would be almost inevitable among the crew. Unfortunately, we do not have a similar recounting of Ogygia from an outside perspective, but similar arguments can be made and rebuffed with the same points.

            (Conclusion) Despite many angry men and scheming iterations, Odysseus’s reputation as a faithful, wise man who adores his wife fails to be tarnished by their efforts. Looking at Homer’s text alone, one can see how Odysseus was truly meant to be viewed and how the power held over him by the immortals of his world changed the implication of his journey.

Works Cited

“Coercion | English Meaning - Cambridge Dictionary.” Cambridge Dictionary, dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/coercion. Accessed 30 Apr. 2025.

Homer. The Odyssey. Translated by Robert Fagles, Penguin, 1997.

Apollodorus. The Library, Volume II: Book 3.10-End. Epitome. Translated by James G. Frazer, Harvard University Press, 1921.

Ovid. Metamorphoses: A New Verse Translation. Translated by D. A. Raeburn and D. C. Feeney, Penguin, 2004.

Homer. The Iliad. Translated by Robert Fagles and Bernard Knox, Penguin, 1990.

MJ: Oh, Peter! I was so worried when you disappeared! Where-

Peter, having just communed with a literal god: Moon’s haunted

MJ: What?

Peter, loading a fanny pack: Moon’s haunted

@marsmarten

Would yall be interested in an MLA-compliant paper on Ares and his characterization n everything

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY!!

no art today, but happy days!! love you guys!

Hi, I'm generally new to this blog, but I needed a warmup to start writing an essay for school and this Au inspired me! Hope it's okay I wrote a snippet for Jonathan's first awakening.

(this is me rn ⬇️)

Jonathan couldn't feel, not really. He hadn't felt in ages, except for the occasional sharp pain over his birthmark. Not enough to tell he was alive, truly, but definitely enough to say he at least wasn't dead. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this. Maybe Father was right, maybe he wasn't good enough, wasn't perfect enough to protect even himself, much less Erina, or Speedwagon, or anybody he loves-

And for the first time in ages, Jonathan feels.

It begins with a sharp pain in his temple. Far away enough to be written off as his mind finally beginning to betray him, but also there enough to be cause for questioning. Then it's the pain in his abdomen. His shoulder, his leg, his heart. Someone, somewhere is hurting, and it makes Jonathan feel.

It's been a very long time since Jonathan had felt anything, so it takes him a long moment to recognize the feeling. Sadness? Melancholy? Frustration? Anger?

Fury.

Someone is hurting something of his like Jonathan was once hurt. And he had sworn to not let it happen to anyone else.

And, suddenly, Jonathan felt everything.

Jonathan felt bone cracking under his fists, the confused screams of the assaulters, his own throat and hands burning with the strength of his breaths, his life, his Hamon, and his screams. This thing, this boy, Jonathan learned when he looked back at what exactly he'd been protecting, was his, and he didn't like for things of his to be hurt.

Jonathan knelt next to the boy, and was met with a frightened flinch and scramble back. That was understandable, Jonathan must've been incorporeal at best, and a veritable sight at worst. Then Jonathan looked down at his hands to survey the damage.

Purple fingers. Black gloves. Golden knuckles. No blood. Jonathan didn't recognize the body that must've been his. He looked back at the boy who was staring at him like he had murdered an entire city. Jonathan reached out, trying, desperately, to reassure the boy that it was alright.

"Or-"

And Jonathan was thrown back to the unfeeling.

(Just gonna @ you here too in case Tumblr pulls some bull like its done to me before-)

@starry-blue-echoes

This theory has been rotting my brain as of recently ✨so✨

AU where Jonathan is Star Platinum

Jonathan has no idea what’s going on.

He’s pretty sure he died but now he’s floating and glowing which definitely isn’t normal and also there’s this teenager in black who’s being cornered by four guys who are armed so guess he better deal with that- Oh. Oh, he’s a lot stronger than before. Huh.

Oh bother now the boy thinks he’s an evil spirit haunting him, which is a tad rude since sure he might be a spirit but he’s not evil- Oh, now he’s locking himself in a jail cell.

So yeah, Jonathan has A Time in this new day and age

Edit to link to the original below!

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamingdeadly/711856974370865154?source=share

Plot armor but it’s Bruce Wayne’s wealth.

Bruce is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce does not want to be one of the richest men in world.

He starts by implementing high starting salaries and full health care coverages for all levels at Wayne Enterprises. This in vastly improves retention and worker productivity, and WE profits soar. He increases PTO, grants generous parental and family leave, funds diversity initiatives, boosts salaries again. WE is ranked “#1 worker-friendly corporation”, and productively and profits soar again.

Ok, so clearly investing his workers isn’t the profit-destroying doomed strategy his peers claim it is. Bruce is going to keep doing it obviously (his next initiative is to ensure all part-time and contractors get the same benefits and pay as full time employees), but he is going to have to find a different way to dump his money.

But you know what else is supposed to be prohibitively expensive? Green and ethical initiatives. Yes, Bruce can do that. He creates and fund a 10 year plan to covert all Wayne facilities to renewable energy. He overhauls all factories to employ the best environmentally friendly practices and technologies. He cuts contracts with all suppliers that engage in unethical employment practices and pays for other to upgrade their equipment and facilities to meet WE’s new environmental and safety requirements. He spares no expense.

Yeah, Wayne Enterprises is so successful that they spin off an entire new business arm focused on helping other companies convert to environmentally friendly and safe practices like they did in an efficient, cost effective, successful way.

Admittedly, investing in his own company was probably never going to be the best way to get rid of his wealth. He slashes his own salary to a pittance (god knows he has more money than he could possibly know what to do with already) and keeps investing the profits back into the workers, and WE keeps responding with nearly terrifying success.

So WE is a no-go, and Bruce now has numerous angry billionaires on his back because they’ve been claiming all these measures he’s implementing are too expensive to justify for decades and they’re finding it a little hard to keep the wool over everyone’s eyes when Idiot Softheart Bruice Wayne has money spilling out his ears. BUT Bruce can invest in Gotham. That’ll go well, right?

Gotham’s infrastructure is the OSHA anti-Christ and even what little is up to code is constantly getting destroyed by Rogue attacks. Surely THAT will be a money sink.

Except the only non-corrupt employer in Gotham city is….Wayne Enterprises. Or contractors or companies or businesses that somehow, in some way or other, feed back to WE. Paying wholesale for improvement to Gotham’s infrastructure somehow increases WE’s profits.

Bruce funds a full system overhaul of Gotham hospital (it’s not his fault the best administrative system software is WE—he looked), he sets up foundations and trusts for shelters, free clinics, schools, meal plans, day care, literally anything he can think of.

Gotham continues to be a shithole. Bruce Wayne continues to be richer than god against his Batman-ingrained will.

Oh, and Bruice Wayne is no longer viewed as solely a spoiled idiot nepo baby. The public responds by investing in WE and anything else he owns, and stop doing this, please.

Bruce sets up a foundation to pay the college tuition of every Gotham citizen who applies. It’s so successful that within 10 years, donations from previous recipients more than cover incoming need, and Bruce can’t even donate to his own charity.

But by this time, Bruce has children. If he can’t get rid of his wealth, he can at least distribute it, right?

Except Dick Grayson absolutely refuses to receive any of his money, won’t touch his trust fund, and in fact has never been so successful and creative with his hacking skills as he is in dumping the money BACK on Bruce. Jason died and won’t legally resurrect to take his trust fund. Tim has his own inherited wealth, refuses to inherit more, and in fact happily joins forces with Dick to hack accounts and return whatever money he tries to give them. Cass has no concept of monetary wealth and gives him panicked, overwhelmed eyes whenever he so much as implies offering more than $100 at once. Damian is showing worrying signs of following in his precious Richard’s footsteps, and Babs barely allows him to fund tech for the Clocktower. At least Steph lets him pay for her tuition and uses his credit card to buy unholy amounts of Batburger. But that is hardly a drop in the ocean of Bruce’s wealth. And she won’t even accept a trust fund of only one million.

Jason wins for best-worst child though because he currently runs a very lucrative crime empire. And although he pours the vast, vast majority of his profits back into Crime Alley, whenever he gets a little too rich for his tastes, he dumps the money on Bruce. At this point, Bruce almost wishes he was being used for money laundering because then he’s at least not have the money.

So children—generous, kindhearted, stubborn till the day they die the little shits, children—are also out.

Bruce was funding the Justice League. But then finances were leaked, and the public had an outcry over one man holding so much sway over the world’s superheroes (nevermind Bruce is one of those superheroes—but the public can’t know that). So Bruce had to do some fancy PR trickery, concede to a policy of not receiving a majority of funds from one individual, and significantly decrease his contributions because no one could match his donations.

At his wits end, Bruce hires a team of accounts to search through every crinkle and crevice of tax law to find what loopholes or shortcuts can be avoided in order to pay his damn taxes to the MAX.

The results are horrifying. According to the strictest definition of the law, the government owes him money.

Bruce burns the report, buries any evidence as deeply as he can, and organizes a foundation to lobby for FAR higher taxation of the upper class.

All this, and Wayne Enterprises is happily chugging along, churning profit, expanding into new markets, growing in the stock market, and trying to force the credit and proportionate compensation on their increasingly horrified CEO.

Bruce Wayne is one of the richest men in the world. Bruce Wayne will never not be one of the richest men in the world.

But by GOD is he trying.

Masterlist

The Moon Upon the Itsy Bitsy Spider- A Moon Knight Peter Parker AU, MKxSM end goal, co-written in two different POVs w/ @marsmarten

Jonathan Awakening- A snippet I wrote for a Jonathan Joestar = Star Platinum AU by @starry-blue-echoes!

Love and Power Concerning Odysseus- an essay, MLA compliant

it’s been a long time but ‘Robin serenely drifting in the current’ got me ngl

First post in a while and ofc Tumblr nerfs it

great

It's raining nonstop where I am so I'm just picturing the Batfam during a flood.

Red Robin uploads a TikTok from the safety of a roof saying "watch him go!" As Red Hood keeps trying to drive his bike against the current. A big wave comes by and he's slowly dragged downhill. The caption reads "don't drive during floods".

Batman and Robin are on the ground helping civilians out of cars when the intensity doubles and in minutes Damian goes from wading knee deep in the water to swimming. The emergency batfloaties get triggered and he floats away as Bruce fails to grab him by half an inch. "Robin serenely drifting in the current" becomes a meme.

Someone takes a picture of a very flustered spoiler trying to squeeze the water out of her cape. The second she lets go the weight of the water makes her fall ass over backwards. Black Bat ends up giving her her waterproof cape.

Signal makes mirages of sharks in the water to scare the shit out of any criminals. Oracle uploads the recordings with Benny hill as background music. Bludhaven escapes the worst of the storm and Nightwing sends pictures to the group chat patting the barely wet concrete just to rub it in. He still slips on a puddle and eats shit, Barbara sends that to the group chat.

HAPPY FIRST FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN FRIDAY OF 2025 PEOPLE

Everyone have a lovely FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR TRAIN Friday

Reblog this and I’ll grant you one wish.

The Moon Upon The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Moon Knight POV

Collaborators:

Mars- @marsmartens - Masterlist

Masterlist:

Chapters:

Chapter One: The Discovery

One-Shots:

Art:

Jokes:

Moon’s Haunted

A/N: On my collaborator’s posts, you might see me referred to either as Major or Loki, either of these are fine to refer to me as, one is simply my username and the other is my chosen name!

New Tumblr holiday

happy birthday to my favorite silly boy <3

Wc: ~460

A/n: Hello! This is part of a little series I’m collaborating with @marsmartens on, and I’m the secondary writer mainly focusing on the Moon Knight System’s point of view. All kneel, and good day. -Loki /|\ Major Stumbles

Tw: Swearing, smoking, and stalkerish tendencies.

🎧—————^-v—^-v——•————^-v—^-v——

-Come as you are- revamped

-Nirvana

Jake pushed his hat up with his thumb, pulling a low drag from the cigarette perched between his pinky and ring finger as he did so. Cold air rushed into the tiny cab as he rolled the window down to blow the smoke out into the environment, another drag pulled from the cig almost immediately after. His interest had been piqued, so he let the engine stall even as the light turned green. No one was on this damned street either way.

A kid stood across the road. Well, not a child-kid, very much an adult, but he seemed younger than Jake himself. A beanie had been nestled on his head and a scarf tossed around his shoulders, both barely warm enough with the threadbare jacket around him and the old gloves on his hands. Light illuminated the kid’s face from a caller that’d been left to the final ring twice now. 

Whoever was on that line was gonna be pissed when the call finally went through. Jake grinned at the thought. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. It was a wonder the kid hadn’t seen or heard him yet. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. One thought per breath, he was getting dull. Marc would probably be suspicious of how much the meat suit’s lungs would ache in the morning, but that wasn’t his problem. Another drag, another blast of cold air from the window. The kid moved.

That call had apparently finally been picked up. The kid had pressed the phone to his ear, looking nervous as he mainly listened to whoever was on the other side with the occasional comment. Another drag, no blast of cold air. As the kid shivered, the cigarette sizzled out. Jake had been done with it anyway. That guy was much more interesting.

A thin lump around the middle finger of his right hand in the glove indicated a ring, the only one on either hand. A promise ring, most likely, implying a partner. The kid’s nervous demeanor made Jake think that he didn’t have a great partner, either from going through a rough patch or just a jerk lover in general. With a relationship like that, the partner would probably be hounding this kid like a dog on an arsehole. No visible work attire, probably on vacation or just immigrated. With how scolded the kid looked, it was likely an impulsive decision that his partner hadn’t even had the chance to pick up on before he was gone.

Jake grinned. Another cigarette was tapped from the carton and balanced between his teeth. The thing lit, and his engine revved as he sped off through the newly-red light.

Steven would like that one.

Masterlist

PATTERN BANNERS | tufted 04.

there seems to be a lot of loving rn for my green galaxy dividers, so I thought I’d just quietly drop the tufted style as well ! just in time for St. Patrick’s Day, ya? 🍀

colours : 001 / 002 / 003 / 004

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Spider-Man/Moon Knight AU

sequel(?) to this post

co-written by @majorstumbles

w/c: 420~

warnings: none(yet), maybe count the ominous bird man. maybeee. he will be a legitimate trigger warning soon enough lmao

a/n: this was something that was so briefly discussed mid last year with stumbles who so graciously entertained the idea, and we recently started making new AU Marvel ideas and I proposed this one today. we will be writing together in the coming snippets of this story, soooo. Hope y’all eat well

Peter never wanted to be something like…*this.* He was bitten by a spider, got ONE ego boost and then someone that he loved more than anything is dead because he messed up the one time. Or had a bunch of tiny mess ups leading to one slightly larger mess up that got his uncle Ben killed. Either way, it’s his fault. 

He hates it. Hates the world for it, hates himself for it, hates everything that led to it and he genuinely feels so much hatred for fate that it damn near consumes him. 

It’s the night that Peter wakes up with a cold sweat. Or at least, he thought that he woke up. 

He’s 19 now, no longer 15, and living life day by day, nearly aimless if not for May’s gentle (but firm) encouragement for him to go to college. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's a distraction from his completely worthless life for now, isn't it? 

He’s been having…dreams. Sometimes it's nothing, but it's not ‘nothing’ if he knows that he’s asleep right? It’s something, a numbing lack of sensation that makes him wake up disoriented and confused. Sometimes it's everything, his senses overstimulated with something akin to blaring TV static but so painfully loud and piercing that he wakes up shuddering. 

It’s the one time that any sense is made in Peter’s dreams that changes everything. 

It was a dream within a dream, as he realizes later. It’s why even though he thought that he woke up, and instead of launching out of his bed because of how overwhelmed he was, he sat up in a desert, chest heaving and feeling like he was about to jump out of his skin. 

As he came to grips with this unfamiliar environment, Peter examined his surroundings. The sky was an ultramarine blue, the stars brighter than he's ever seen and the Moon looking like it was out of a movie, the sand a faint purple tone, lavender maybe? The sand doesn't feel quite like sand, doesn’t feel very coarse or grainy, but Peter’s mind is grasping at anything to make sense of the scenario. Where the hell was he?

And in front of him standing plainly in the sand, tall and overbearing, is the answer to his question in the form of the moon god, Khonsu.

Of course, Peter didn’t know that then, but he certainly would become aware in the coming days. Peter blanches at this freakish looking bird-man, who’s draped in traditional Egyptian garments and looking throughly otherworldly.

“Peter Benjamin Parker. You lowly, lowly little man. You can keep living like a sad human with capabilities thay you constantly keep under check for whatever less-than-logical reason, or,” the being remarks with his words laced with pity and sarcasm, “You could be more. For me. How does that sound, Peter?”

This is going to sound mean and a bit selfish, but PLEASE. STOP asking for donations in my inbox. I do not have the financial stability currently, being in college and having to buy other necessities, to donate. The spam in my inbox is making me really tempted to close it for the time being.

happy werewolf transgenderism wednesday

still believe that one of the greatest bits of all time was on January 6th, 2021 when. well. you know. and twitter was understandably an echo chamber of panic and fear and Justin McElroy just tweeted a selfie with a filter that was like “have a delicious national spaghetti day” followed by 3 tweets that were like “fuck. i’m sorry. i don’t know how to delete scheduled posts” and as i type this two years later i’m laughing

tim drake is a precious child who must be treasured for eternity

I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE

I am s o b b i n g IF ANY FUTURE PARTNER OF ISNT INTO ME LIKE FUKIN- ODYSSEUS OR PENELOPE I DONT WANT IT

I CANT BELIEVE ITS ACTUALLY OVER- THIS MUSICAL MAN, GOT ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS

ODYSSEUS BEING A GOOD DAD, THE SLAUGHTER, THE LAST FUCKING HARMONIZED LINE

GODS

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

news years day 2025 is gonna be insane