ZERO INTERNET AND SNOW ON THE TREES AND ON THE STREET I HAVE ENTERED THE TOWN FROM THE SHINING
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anyone in upstate ny! i know this is kinda crazy cuz you dont know me but would you let me crash with you for a night or two? im a genderfluid 25yo thats been struggling to get on my feet and now im getting kicked out because of family drama around me over nothing than just existing, i have nowhere to go and the shelters wont take me in cuz theyre full. i’ve resorted to asking strangers in the area if i can stay with them through social media. i only have two bags so i wont take up much space.
im just a chill guy thats a girl guy sometimes, that wants peace and love.
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Fresco In Memory of Mary Ann Wood wife of Ezra Cornell in Sage Chapel not to be confused with Sage Hall
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Big New Crane Between Gates Hall and the Construction Site that used to be Phillips Hall and will be part of Duffield Someday
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I was out-as-a-fox this afternoon and got flagged down by a student who asked me if I was looking for things to take pictures of who led me to this red tailed hawk devouring a squirrel at the base of a tree where squirrel tracks converged
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So many men say “I wish more women were nice,” when what they really mean is, “I wish more women had no self respect.” And they think so little of women that they don’t even know the difference.
Daniel Marshall, for example was so misogynistic that he asked me if I had someone else write my text messages to him. Meaning, he is so preprogrammed to think of women as inferior, that he can’t hear my female voice and register the same intelligence, which he reads in my writing. This same quality probably makes many readers assume I am a genetic male at first, I actually hear it a lot. I do personally identify as a transgender man or two-spirit, but I don’t feel this significantly influences the quality of my writing. In fact, all of my other artistic works of various media, my cartoons, clothing design, and music, for example, all tend to be interpreted as feminine or androgynous, despite being expressions of the same consciousness (mine.) There’s a patriarchal association between intellectual writing and maleness, but not intellectual cartooning, folk punk music, or clothing design, which are all deemed feminine expressions.
He also believes that in vitro fertilization is “evil” because a woman “needs” a man or she will inherently abuse a child, because that’s how weak women are. I saw him encourage multiple women he knew to stay in abusive relationships. That’s Cornell University talking baby, he’s supposedly one of the “most intelligent” people in the world. PFFFfddff hahahhaahahaha holy shit I know. They legit put these little runic inscriptions on these scrolls, and tell each other it makes them smarter than the rest of us. pffffffffffHAHAHHAHAHA
Anyway, here in reality we know that up is down, out is in, and Catholics do not get into Discordian heaven, because there’s no room in there, what with all the cute puppies, kitties, and ponies y'all didn’t want. Not to mention we need more space for the orgies.
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Ithaca Royal family headcanon
Context: Telemachus has c.ai, influenced by the fact that MICO has c.ai.
Telemachus: discovers c.ai and probably simulate having a dad that is home (credits to @epicpoems7)
Penelope: Knows Telemachus has c.ai and is unphased about it.
Odysseus: Is clueless that his son has c.ai because he hasn’t been home for 2 decades.
Bonus:
Athena: Discovers Telemachus has c.ai and is horrified, asks Penelope to do something about it but she is just unphased by it and does nothing.
Hermes: Is the one who introduced c.ai to Telemachus
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The Turkey Trot to fund Loaves and Fishes got off to a chaotic start with the crowd overflowing the parking lot and surrounding my position
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Gravity.
Summary: After a long trial trying to get home, Odysseus now saw his home there, just off in the distance. He had finally made it – unaware of the two deities looking at him from afar, revenge being the only thing on their minds.
Fandom: EPIC; the Musical.
Character(s): Odysseus and Poseidon (ft. Polyphemus, Penelope, and Telemachus).
A/N: I just wrote this while listening to Gravity from Hazbin Hotel S2, and thought of how Poseidon hated Odysseus before wondering what his S/O would do if he was there with him. That idea became this. Note; there is no checking, so if there are mistakes, that’s why. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this little treat!! Look out for an announcement on my current projects soon, btw!! Love y'all (≧▽≦)ﾉ♡
Odysseus smiled as he looked upon the slowly-fading sea. There was his island where his wife and son resided. It had been to long, now they were within his grasp. The pain, the loses, they all added up too now.
He reached out a hand and sighed happily, only to snap them open once the raft he sailed on began to shift suddenly.
What is happening?!
The sun, once shining his way, now began to get blocked out by the clouds. He looked up and felt a shiver of fear split down his back. This was all to familiar to him. Odysseus turned to the ocean’s surface and saw a pair of eyes look back at him before shifting up to a large wave coming straight towards him.
[[MORE]]He yelled, holding his torn, aged cape up to shield his eyes from the salt water. It worked well enough as he gasped and began to swim to the surface.
Looking around, he spotted his mini-boat. Thankfully it was ride able even when upside down. He pulled himself back on and began to feel his skin rise along his hair.
The world around him darkened more before a bright light emerged from above.
Does no one know who they’re dealin’ with?
Think I’ll let it go? Forget and forgive?
Zeus sat in his throne and looked down at his older brother and his wife. He groaned and rubbed the side of his head.
“Odysseus is now free of his punishment on Calypso’s island.” He spoke. “That means there is no contact to be made with him, understood?”
Rage spread on the faces of both individuals before teleporting away.
The rage in me (Yeah?) is terminal (Yeah?),
There’s no remedy (Yeah?) but to burn ‘em all.
Your eyes opened as you looked down at the mortal in anger. The fear he showed didn’t invoke pity, but more anger. He had touched your boy despite his obvious reasoning for his actions?
What a fool. A mistake of a fighter. A pathetic excuse of a king.
Gripping your blade tighter, your eyes went blank as the waves began to simmer down below.
I still got a job to do, my mission’s incomplete.
You missed the first attempt in punishing Odysseus, thanks to Aeolus. The little guy never could resist the opportunity to ruin your plans. Just remembering how he grabbed the bag of wind and blew it to knock you and Poseidon down made your rage spike.
Only a traitor could consider making peace.
Damn Aeolus. Damn Zeus. Damn Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, Hephaestus and Hera.
But damn Athena the most.
The king has to pay,
For what he did that day,
For what he took away.
The young cyclops screamed in your arms as blood began to pool from his eye-socket. Your eyebrows rose in shock before your gaze moved to the God of the Seas emptily.
When he saw your face, he felt his fingers dig into his fists and his body stiffen.
His son’s eye… was gone…
He was blind…
He looked down at Odysseus and began to let his ocean run as freely as it wanted. The storm that raged above only fueling the chaos below while you merely floated and stared at the panicked man trying to stay alive.
Now that he would last any longer. His attempts were all futile in the end.
Storm’s comin’, I can see the clouds,
No runnin’s gonna save you now,
And hard rain is gonna fall down like gravity,
Like gravity.
Poseidon noticed the slight shift in your being and looked back at you. It was obvious he wanted to torment the so-called King of Ithaca longer, but your rage was just as – if not larger than his.
He moved with the ocean downwards to watch as you landed before the man. Odysseus was laying on his stomach, the attacks from Poseidon’s water clones having given him quite the beating when his guard was down.
“Eye for an eye says you owe me a debt!” You screamed, kicking him in the face and sending him to the edge of the rock you resided on.
You stomped onto his hand, making him scream in pain. “Blood demands blood, gonna get my hands wet.
The floods comin’, now you can bet on tragedy like gravity.”
Odysseus looked at you and began to try wriggling out from your foot. You merely scoffed and raised your blade to stab his back. Just as the blade was a mere inch from his body, he pulled his hand away, knocking your off balance.
Before hitting the ground, you melted into mist. Odysseus grabbed your sword and held it up in defense, looking around in panic while trying to find both you and the now disappeared Poseidon.
“You think you’re Ithaca’s great savior?” You called, catching his attention. “Will you still when I return the favor?”
You flew above him and smiled, hand raised towards a hole revealing his kingdom. His pupils narrowed as he reached out, only to be held back by water-made chains.
Poseidon then stood behind him and smirked, grabbing his chin. His nails began to dig in so hard that blood dripped from his skin. He was then thrown into the ground as he summoned a water-made woman and man. The woman’s hair, long bug held in a bun, was set free as he grabbed her throat from behind. The man was held by the throat by a chain similar to the ones keeping Odysseus at bay.
“Take the one you need, make you watch 'em bleed.” His grip tightened to where her neck splashed apart, wetting the face of the deity.
“Will you break think’ how you couldn’t save her?” He yelled. Poseidon and Odysseus now almost nose-to-nose.
Odysseus’ chains tightened to the point his wrists nearly broke, making your snarl with wide, animalistic eyes. You’re restraint now beginning to fade fast.
Wishin’ you were there when they needed you,
The only soul who’s ever completed you.
The newborn giggled and held onto your finger, making you smile in return. The feeling of warmth spread through your body as you pressed a gently kiss filled with love onto his nose.
“I will protect you, my little 'Phemus.”
Maybe then, you’ll get a little heated too,
And understand why this is what I need to do.
You closed your eyes and began to fly higher, clouds going silent as you did so. Poseidon merely looked up at you and back at Odysseus without a care in the world. His disdain obvious as he moved to the waters, noticing how your body began to glow with darkness.
Storm’s comin’, I can see the clouds…
Odysseus’ face went into pure shock when you suddenly shot down and smashed the head in of the male. The water that was once his head now everywhere, mimicking blood like the woman-figure.
He knew what you were both meaning now… you were going to kill Penelope and Telemachus in retribution.
Your gaze snapped to him, eyes completely white as you raised an arm and punched him to the back of the rock-island. He gasped, slight blood coming from his mouth as he landed on his face again.
“No runnin’s gonna save you now. And hard rain is gonna fall down like gravity.” You and Poseidon spoke in unison, water and mist beginning to mix behind you as the tension built up in the boxed-off zone of the coast.
Odysseus looked over and saw the blade you had knocked from his grasp earlier. He picked himself up and ran to grab it, only to see it get smashed by a large hand.
“Eye for an eye says YOU OWE ME A DEBT!” You screamed from the body alongside Poseidon. His water then pulled the arm up to go full-force down at the rocks the King stood on in fear.
“Blood demands blood, gonna get my hands wet.” You said.
“Get your hands wet!” Poseidon echoed with you.
Odysseus’ mind then flashed with the faces of everyone he loved; his mother smiled and handed him a toy, Polities smiling as he he wan around with him, Eurylochus’ unwavering loyalty of keeping his captain safe, Penelope embracing him on their wedding night, and Telemachus’ little eyes opening to look at his father.
“The flood’s comin’, now you can bet on tragedy like gravity…
LIKE GRAVITY!”
And it all went black.
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Communist Party USA Member Elected to Ithaca City Council
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I listened to Epic: The Musical again and three things happened:
- HOLYFUCKHOLYFKUCKNFK CALYPSO STOP MAKING ME CRY
- HE GOT TO PENELOPE NDAWKJSEFHJKNLKSHUNJSGK MY HEART <- CRIED AGAIN
- Holy shit, Thunder Bringer is such a good song why don’t I have this on loop more often
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Seeming - Assassin’s Lovesong
(He keeps conspicuously mentioning that he wrote this in February of 2024. Wonder why.)