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"Well, I think you're pretty great, Jax." "... You really mean that, don't you?"

Decided I wasn't quite done with that one pair of drawings from my funnybunny sketches series. I love the bar scene a whole lot, and I think if they had been able to stay longer, Jax and Pomni would have been there talking all night long.

Thinking of writing a fic with a scene like this soon!

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How many years afterwards been since main events and how old would Odyessus be right now in modern area

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Odyessus just want to check up on how you been also...I know this talk won't be much but so far what I've been seeing their many stages of coping and grief but one thing people forget to add is truly acceptance of life

You don't have to forget what happen at all or don't stop blaming yourself at all but in truth

Sometimes got to accept the past and often what happen in your life because it going keep on hurting when you keep on staying in a cycle of grief and pain

Sure sometimes days are going be a good and bad but in truth that just life and where all living

What I'm trying say is it going be your choice want to get better or not

What makes you happy and fills you up all depends on how you want to spend your life as well try make best out of it after all one new thing you can gain is brand new memories you decided and choice to make because those are never going anywhere

Anyways hope your doing okay here basket of assorted bake goods and cookies I made today

Don't got take my advise to heart in the end advise just something from one person opinion

HAVEN'T YOU SUFFERED ENOUGH? It's your choice on whether you get better or not.

So can you? Can you accept that you were carved into what you've become by necessity? By survival? Can you accept that you're going to carry that weight?

Through it all. Through everything. Can't you accept that people will cry for you? Can't you accept that people will breathe for you?

Three thousand years. Three thousand years, and you still carry this poison in you.

All of the pain you've been through... the world dark around you... But you wouldn't accept the light at the end of the tunnel regardless. You'd rather stay in your ashes. In your pile of bodies. You rather the blood of people long since passed drown you. You speak as if your pain was righteous. You believe those who convinced you that your survival requires penance.

And now you've been in this hole others have dug for you and made it home.

What does it change, Nobody? ... Nothing.

Everyone's still dead. And your grief doesn't bring them back. There's a phrase. A phrase that everyone knows. Memento Mori. Remember you will die. But no one ever remembers the ending of the phrase. You don't remember the ending to that phrase.

Memento Vivere. Remember to live. So live for them, Odysseus.

the other night i had a dream i asked something like “how come you always tell me to talk and you rarely do?” and he replied “i like your voice more.” so we know bucky is the “ask for what you want type,” but do you think he’s more or less verbal than her in bed? he’s generally quiet, do you think maybe that leads to him talking dirty more?

Oh, I love this, because I do often write about him dirty talking.