The Spartan cousins 🏹

I REALLYY hope we get one song with these two interacting in Illium

trojan war but it’s a LAN party

Odyssey by Homer

Black Water

modern day odyssey where instead of “Nobody”, the response is “your mum”

The suitors from the Odyssey have started a new mra podcast called the Ithicast.

I need daddy Poseidon to fuck my Odussy

They will yeet him in the ocean instead.

Nubya Garcia | Water’s Path
from Odyssey (2024)

I think an Odyssey movie

So I googled if there is one, and there’s some older ones BUT Christopher Nolan is making one, and Tom holland is Telemachus. I don’t know if Christopher Nolan is a good director because I’ve never seen any of his movies.

But dammit, it better be good, I love the Odyssey because I’m a weird little freak.

O teclado que muda o jogo no Odyssey.

It took a moment for one side of the massive double doors to open, pulling inwards slowly. Inside the gap revealed a tall, pale man with jet black hair, what looked like odd tufts of downy feathers mixed into the dark strands, combed back out of his face with a sharp widow’s peak.

Sharp, dark eyes with a thin golden ring studied Cronus, the man having overall a slight avian look to him.

“May I help you, sir?” he asked, his voice calm and flat, low in tone.

i too would sail through dangerous seas, fight gods and monsters, abandon all my pride, morals and comrades just to find my way back to a woman

…

I don’t know whether to be mad at you for this or proud….

Glancing around at the others as they listened to Daddy, at the charmed smiles… and then back at his face, relaxed and open, mellow with reminiscence, a face so different from the one he so often presented, at least to his family, I wondered suddenly whether there might be people, strangers he had met on business trips, say, bellhops or stewardesses or conference attendees, to whom he showed only this kindly face, and who, therefore, would be as astonished by the expression of contempt that we knew so well as we were by the rare glimpses of the other, softer side.

How many sides did my father actually have, I asked myself, and which was the “real” one?… Children always imagine that their parents’ truest selves are as parents; but why?… Our parents are mysterious to us in ways that we can never quite be mysteries to them. Or, I thought a moment later, maybe both were his true selves. Maybe Daddy, too, was polytropos; maybe, as that adjective suggests so powerfully in the Odyssey, identity is less a matter of binary oppositions, the contemptuous or the kindly, the father or the husband, the father or the son, than it is of kaleidoscopic perspective. Maybe it’s a question of which section of the circle, the loop, you happen to be in a position to see.

Daniel Mendelsohn, An Odyssey