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ru eng; greek philology student; gothic literature fan; odysseas delulu; musical lover; multifandom
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I fucking love the differences between Epic and Odyssey Telemachus

Epic!Telemachus: I wanna be legendary! I want to go on adventures and fight monsters! My dad is the coolest! I'm a bit sheltered and naive!

Odyssey!Telemachus: I am going to hang a dozen traitors so they die slowly and then cut off a man's dick and feed it to the dogs. Please don't make me talk to people

im rereading odyssey and my fav scene for now is where tele says STFU YALL mom LEAVE im listening to bard bard c'mon

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richard papen's favourite book being the great gatsby works so perfectly and i can't get over the parallels between him and nick carraway. repressed, doomed to romanticise people and situations, hopelessly obsessed with and devoted to mysterious reckless drivers

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these little motherfuckers in the penelope of sparta poster :3 i love them sm

omg i love it 😭

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...Then Diomed prayed, saying, "Hear me, daughter of aegis-bearing Jove, unweariable, if ever you loved my father well and stood by him in the thick of a fight, do the like now by me; grant me to come within a spear's throw of that man and kill him. He has been too quick for me and has wounded me; and now he is boasting that I shall not see the light of the sun much longer."

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odysseus and diomedes would be terrible coworkers. the office mean girls who hate their jobs, are overqualified, and only like each other

pictured: ody and diomedes plotting palamedes’ death

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Do you ever just think about the fact that Odysseus might have (he straight up did, let's be honest) stayed awake late at night, crying because he started to forget what his wife looked like? He started to forget the exact shade of her eyes, the delicate slope of her nose, the way her lips curved when she smiled. That one mole he once swore never to forget suddenly had no specific placement.

And what about when he started to forget her voice? The one thing he would replay in his mind every night without fail. One night, he laid down and tried to recall the last words she said to him before he left, the sweet nothings, the I love yous, but they just sounded... different. And he hated it. Because what kind of loving husband forgets something so important? How dare he forget anything about his Penelope?

And then there's the nights he spent thinking about his son. A name without a face. Someone he's supposed to love but knows nothing about. He wonders, does his son have his mother's eyes? His nose? Was he a kind boy? Did he treat people with respect, or was he a complete asshole?

He thinks about all the things he's missed, his first hunt, his first words, his first steps. For all he knows, his son could be married by now. Did he hate him? Did his son resent him for not being there? Had he suffered because of his absence?

What kind of father was he? Could he even call himself that?

In the end, he decided he couldn’t. After all, he was never really there. He didn’t deserve the title. He hadn’t earned it.

have you heard this no released song of epic where tele asks odysseus how did he turn off the light inside and turn his heart cold?

im dying about it

i mean odysseus who had to go through all this hell just to see his wife and son and then his son asks him with tears in his voice how he was able to turn off his heart like he's actually a real monster and that's telemachus' very first impression of his father oh my god i'm going to jump off the tower like astyanax

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