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[cbarc]

Day 28! Who let this guy be a prince? Seriously though I love Vancha

[thevampatease]

Oh hey new song about Steve and Darren (emphasis on Steve, like all things with me) just dropped

[44cowboycryptid44]

Nano 4

The first few days of sailing are tumultuous. Aeneas wakes up most nights screaming. We all pretend not to notice the nightmares the same way we pretend not to notice the limp, or the dull shine of his eyes. I spend most of my time wondering how many of those things are my fault.

[44cowboycryptid44]

NaNoWriMo Day 3

Today felt terrible, physically and mentally. But I found enough words to write two paragraphs, and now I will rest.

I have always felt insignificant. I have never found myself to be enough. But I look at the stars, and I remember: I do not have to be good. I do not have to be great, I do not have to be heroic, I do not have to win. All I must do is love, deeply, and fully, in a way that surpasses understanding, and my story will be told in the stars for the rest of eternity.  I was always very good at loving him.

[44cowboycryptid44]

One time I saw someone say that Greg House would've been unstoppable if he had 2023 tumblr lingo, and that's really the spirit I'm trying to embrace as I rewrite the Aeneid and the Odyssey together for NaNoWriMo

No this is not a modern retelling. I'm just feeling silly, and it's just a first draft anyway. Enjoy.

Odysseus “She’s very cool. She has nice hair!” He’s defensive again.  “Aeneas.” I stop walking, and he stops with me. “I don’t like women like that.” “Oh.” A gentle flush creeps across his face as he fights back an amused smile. He looks back up at me, and his eyes meet mine. Immediately, he schools his expression back into one of cool disdain.  “Not that she would like you anyway.” Aeneas says. “You did kill my wife.”  The familiar pang of guilt cuts through my abdomen, but there’s something beneath it. Some fluttering of disappointment. I ignore it, and as Trojan calls back for us to catch up with the rest of them, Aeneas falls ahead of me again.  __________________________________________________________

Aeneas “I don’t like women like that,” he said. I roll my eyes as I wait for the guards to let us in. Like what? Like people? Of course he would say that, he probably murders puppies in his spare time just for fun. Women are great! I love women!  “I love women!” I hiss under my breath at Trojan.  He sighs fondly, then sticks his hand out to ruffle my hair.  “I know you do.” I cut a glare at him, muttering about my dignity under my breath as I pat my hair back down flat.  “He didn’t mean he doesn’t like women,” Trojan explains as we walk down the halls. “He just means that he likes men better.” “Hmm,” I murmur thoughtfully. “Misogyny. My favorite.”  “He’s a murderer and a Greek,” Trojan says. “What did you expect?” “Hey now!” I exclaim. I’m not quite sure why I’m coming to his defense. “He may be a murderer, and an absolute asshat, but let's not be racist.”  “I don’t think that’s racism, Aeneas.”  “Well it’s still prejudice” I hiss back at him.  The doors to Dido’s throne room open.  “You can’t make excuses for him,” I elaborate. “He’s not a murderer and an absolute asshat because he’s Greek. He’s a murderer and an absolute asshat because he’s a loser. He just also happens to be Greek.”

[44cowboycryptid44]

Happy nanowrimo watch me sob over my own writing for a month

Case in point, today:

His eyes were burned into my mind. From the moment they first met mine until the day they closed for the last time, every line, every burst of color was engrained in my being.

[hapalopus]

In case any shansters were wondering... :^)