I Made A Very Stupid Mistake Today. I Have A Mild Garlic Allergy Where If I Eat It I'm Going To Be In

Whilst Eurylochus isn't as faultless as my baby Polites, doesn't mean everything was his fault. Did he open the wind bag? Yes, yes, he did. Did that directly lead to poseidon killing of the crew? No, it didn't. Poseidon would have taken revenge on Odysseus and his crew either way, not just because they were pushed further away from Ithaca. As observed in the snippet of 'get in the water', we've seen that poseidon is more than capable of appearing anywhere in the ocean. Ergo, he was going to kill them all anyway, Eurylochus just spiced things up by changing the location they died. Furthermore, he wasn't wrong to mutiny against Odysseus, and realistically, he wasn't the one fully at fault for zeus and 'thunder bringer'. Now, I'm not saying he's faultless because most of the blame definitely falls onto him. What I am saying is that he was tired and hungry, and he'd given up. Think about it, he'd probably not eaten in days if he stopped off at the first island he came across and killed the sun God's cows. He'd just mutinied against his captain, his friend. Suddenly, the lives of all the crew rest souly on his shoulders. And he's just so tired. Tired of Odysseus ignoring his concerns, tired of seeing his friends and comrades die, tired of seeing Odysseus change for the worst and tired of being hungry. He wasn't in the right state of mind, he'd completely given up by the second half of 'mutiny'. During 'thunder bringer' he doesn't sound angry or even very betrayed. He just sounds apathetic, he's entirely given up at this point. He wants it all to end, and I can't say I blame him. What I'm saying is that, in this situation, would anyone have done anything different? With several gods already looming over you, wishing for your destruction, being so tired and so hungry, and having seen so many of your friends die would anyone really have left those cows?

Tldr; Eurylochus isn't entirely at fault, nobody is entirely at fault. All the actions taken are understandable. They are just humans and they make mistakes.

Alex was widely known as a formidable figure—sharp, calculating and seemingly unaffected by the chaos that surrounded them. As the top negotiator for a prominent corporation, Alex's reputation for ruthless efficiency preceded them in every boardroom and back alley they came across. Few dared to cross paths with Alex and even fewer earned their respect.

Maya on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air in the dull city, a vibrant soul with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the dreariest of days. Maya thrived on the thrill of life, navigating through social circles with ease and leaving behind a trail of smiles wherever she went. But beneath her joyful exterior lay a streak of selfishness, an unspoken desire to put her own happiness above all else.

Fate intervened one evening at Lumina's annual gala, where the city's elite gathered. Amid the opulence and chatter, a sudden power outage plunged the grand event into darkness. Panic ensued as guests fumbled in the pitch-black corridors. Alex, unperturbed by the chaos, calmly made their way towards the malfunctioning elevator, seeking refuge from the commotion.

Unbeknownst to Alex, Maya had found herself in the same predicament. Her radiant smile, usually undimmed, faltered in the darkness. As the elevator doors closed, sealing them together in a confined space, Maya's unease was palpable.

"Great," Maya muttered, her voice a mix of frustration and nervousness. "Stuck in an elevator during a blackout. Just perfect."

Alex, standing stoically beside her, barely acknowledged the complaint. Instead, they assessed the situation with a cool efficiency that Maya found both intimidating and intriguing.

"Relax," Alex said, their voice steady. "We'll be out soon enough."

Maya, surprised by the calm assurance, couldn't help but be curious. She glanced at Alex, noticing the determination etched in their expression. Despite their aloof demeanor, there was something compelling about Alex—a hidden depth that piqued Maya's interest.

As minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Alex's composed demeanor remained unwavering. Maya, feeling a sense of admiration mixed with relief, decided to break the tense silence.

"You seem like you've been in situations like this before," Maya remarked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Alex's lips quirked slightly, a hint of amusement softening their stern features. "A few times," they admitted. "It comes with the territory."

Maya grinned, her usual spark returning. "Well, lucky for me, I'm stuck with an expert."

In that unexpected moment of camaraderie, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a connection sparked between them—a connection that would set the stage for a remarkable journey. A journey that neither of them were ready for.

The thunder saga of epic is making me fucking salivate. I love it, I am fucking feral about it. Mutiny and Thunder bringer are going to be my loop songs for the next forever and a half. I am officially not okay in the best way.

Just finished episode 38 and I am not okay. Firstly, the completed list of nicknames:

1. Boob 1 - Giorno

2. Boob 2/mommy - Buccerati

3. Piss kink/Jazz boy - Abbacchio

4. American flag - Mista

5. Swiss cheese/fatherless - Fugo

6. Mathless/my son - Narancia

7. Yogurt cheese bowl - Fromaggio

8. Pickle Rick/bb himbo - Pesci

9. Mafia daddy - Prociutto

10. Mellon boy/sex offender - Melone

11. Emo jester/daddy - Risotto

12. Devil fruit - Ghiacchio

13. Italian ice cream - Gelato

14. Rich people ice cream - Sorbet

15. Bad bitch/pinky pie- Trish

16. Pigtails - Illuso

17. Torao 2.0 - Jotaro

18. Valentines day but yandere - Boss' stand

19. Squidward - Squalo

20. Femboy - Tiziano

21. Sailor moon/pink twink - Doppio

22. Strawberry shortcake/THIGHS - Diavolo

23. Chocolate/Brocoli - Cioccolata

24. Prosecco/Bodycon - Secco

25. Rejected pharo/Poneglyph - Polnareff

Secondly, my top 5 characters:

1. Bucciarati

2. Risotto

3. Pesci

4. Narancia

5. Secco

As you can see, all of my favourites have kicked the bucket. I am entirely not okay. In other news, I dispise Swiss cheese for breaking up the found family that is the bucci bitches.

Diavolo has some of the sexiest legs to ever grace my screen and I dislike golden experience requiem's design.

I am now moving on to part one bc I have been told that is very important lore wise. I have also been told the English accents are funny as fuck so I'm looking forward to that.

At the behest of a few friends, I have started watching JJBA. I was told I am able to watch it whatever order I want, so I've started with part 5 and I am currently on episode 10. Here are my nicknames for these dudes so far with the actual character names courtesy of said friends:

1. Boob window twink 1 - Giorno

2. Boob window twink 2 - Buccerati

3. Piss kink twink - Abbacchio

4. American flag boi - Mista

5. Swiss cheese - Fugo

6. Mathless - Narancia

7. Yogurt cheese bowl - Fromaggio

8. Pickle Rick - Pesci

9. Mafia daddy - Prociutto

10. Mellon boy - Melone

11. Emo jester - Risotto

12. Devil fruit - Ghiacchio

13. Italian ice cream - Gelato

14. Rich people ice cream - Sorbet

15. Nylons - Trish

16. Pigtails - Illuso

17. Torao 2.0 - Jotaro

You're a pretty good guesser, bobicus did die to scylla in the og timeline. Bobicus was the one who Eurylochus gave his torch to, and just as Steven-dave realised what was going on, Scylla ate him. Pretty traumatising if I do say so myself, but it'll definitely be a massive factor as to why Steven-dave is so guarded around Odysseus and so protective of Bobicus.

re: epic time travel fix it

do you mind sharing more about steven-dave? was he one of the guys that was in the cave with polyphemus? was he part of the group that turned into pigs by circe? or did he stay back on the ship for those? (no pressure to answer tho! i’m just very invested in the life of your intrepid time traveller :D)

Steven-dave was there for everything. In the og timeline, he was in the cave with Polyphemus, got turned into a pig, the whole lot of it. Now that he's regressed, he's stuck being the only one who has common sense whilst the rest of the crew continue to do more and more stupid shit. Honestly, he's going to need a pay rise by the time I'm done with him. If you want to know more about steven-dave in general then feel free to pop me another ask :)

Ao3 is down, I repeat, Ao3 is down

Does anyone have any book recommendations for my Alevel coursework. I was thinking about doing 'crime and punishment' or 'Iron widow' but I have no clue what to compare either of them with.

Bob #1 appreciation post. We love you Bob #1.

Musk wishes he could be as awesome as I am

Dick Grayson barely registered the creak of his apartment door as he stumbled in, shoulders sagging under the weight of another grueling night. Three jobs and a patrol shift in Blüdhaven would do that to a guy. He kicked off his boots, dragged himself toward the couch, and froze mid-step.

Someone was already here.

For a split second, instinct had him reaching for the escrima sticks he kept stashed near the door. But then he caught the faintest whiff of something familiar—coffee beans? The expensive kind. And the faint rustle of someone shifting in the dark. He relaxed. Probably one of his siblings. Jason liked breaking in unannounced when he was in a mood, Tim treated locks like they were a mere suggestion, and Damien was Damien.

"Tim, if you're raiding my coffee stash again, at least leave some for me this time," Dick grumbled, flopping onto the couch without bothering to look.

Silence.

"Jason? Did you lose your keys, or are you here to eat all my leftovers again?" He paused. "Duke, if that's you, I—okay, actually, no idea why you'd be brooding in the dark, but it's been a long day, so I'm just gonna roll with it."

The silence stretched on, but Dick was too exhausted to care. Whoever it was, they could wait until morning. "Look, I’m on your side. Or, I will be in the morning when I’ve had some sleep." He yawned, dragging himself up off the couch and toward his bedroom. "I’ll make breakfast. We’ll talk then. Pancakes or eggs, your call. Just...try not to trash the place while I’m out, yeah?"

The figure didn’t move, and Dick didn’t wait for an answer. He fell into bed and passed out almost immediately.

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When Dick woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The second thing he noticed was the smell of coffee.

He frowned. Coffee? He hadn’t made any.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, on the counter, was a steaming mug of coffee and a note. Beside the note sat a printed receipt and a bag of fresh groceries.

Dick blinked, reaching for the note first. The handwriting was sharp and precise:

> "Not one of your siblings. Sorry for the confusion. Came to deliver a message, but your ‘brotherly’ assumption and hospitality caught me off guard. Your fridge was so pathetic it offended me, so I ordered you groceries. They should last a week. Try to survive the next visit. You seem like a stand-up guy. —K"

He stared at the note, then at the receipt. The assassin—or whoever they were—had bought him eggs, milk, bread, fresh vegetables, and even a few snacks.

Setting the note aside, Dick opened his fridge. Sure enough, it was freshly stocked. His two protein bars and box of expired cereal were still there, now dwarfed by the bounty of fresh food.

He shook his head, a grin tugging at his lips. “Only me,” he muttered, sipping the coffee. It was good. Better than what he usually bought.

Dick leaned against the counter, rereading the note. Whoever this “K” was, they clearly didn’t know how to keep things impersonal. And while the whole “message from an assassin” thing was technically alarming, he couldn’t help but feel amused.

“I guess I should be worried,” he mused aloud, glancing at the groceries again. “But hey, at least they care about my nutrition.”

It was the weirdest start to a morning he’d had in a while, but for Dick Grayson, that wasn’t saying much.