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I'm not really a canon (can he even be considered canon, tho ?) character x OC type of person, but this ?

This is a masterpiece.

Rockstar Conan and Rockstar Dionysus being besties~

My writer dubbed this ship Redwine. Thoughts?

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I AM YELLING RIGHT NOW. This is it, this is where I stand. My view on the Jedi is the same as I have for Bail and Mon and Padme. That they weren't perfect, that for all my defense of them and pointing out why they would make any given choice they did and that it was reasonable, understandable, and empathetic, that no one's hands were perfectly clean. They couldn't be, not in the situation designed to drag them all down into the dirt. But that doesn't mean they weren't good. That they didn't live their lives striving not to abuse the abilities they held. That they worked damned hard to help people, they died to help people, and they deserve justice... or at least a decent funeral. The galaxy is poorer without them in it. They were good and they were ordinary and they were fallible and their traditions were honorable and they were all trying to live up to them. The Jedi don't have to be perfect to be our heroes and I think that's true of every single heroic character in this franchise, from Luke Skywalker to Mon Mothma to Bail Organa to Padme Amidala to Leia Organa to Ezra Bridger to Cassian Andor to Ahsoka Tano to every Jedi in the Jedi Order. They were good and they didn't deserve to die just because an old man knew they wouldn't stand for his tyranny. (Star Wars: Reign of the Empire: The Mask of Fear | Alexander Freed)

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Props to Matthew Stover for sneaking Mace Windu giving two cops the finger past the censors

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“Europeans live longer because they eat FRESH FOOD!!!!” Bitch, they live on cigarettes. They live longer because they have universal healthcare. I’m convinced America is obsessed with inventing things that are killing us so you don’t have to face the actual problems.

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I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

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Uugh, I love them so much. Can I join the "talk about the people you love" club too ??

“Penelopppeeee..”

“Oh gods, he’s doing it again.”

“How many drinks has he had?”

“Two and a half.”

“Real question is, how much wine will it take to get him drunk enough to not remember us shoving something in his mouth so he can’t sing about the queen anymore?”

“I don’t know. Ask Eurylochus, or Polites. They knew Captain before the war, they might have an answer to that.”

“Yeah, you’re right- hey! Eurylochus!”

Eurylochus groaned into his drink. “No…”

“Come on, man. You wanna listen to Captain ramble about his wife all night?” Alexander said, coming up and clapping a hand on Eurylochus�� shoulder as he leaned against the table.

“I have grown fairly immune to such tangents. I’ve heard them since adolescence.”

Alexander groaned and turned to Polites. “What about you? Help out the rest of the crew, wouldja? I don’t care about how sharp the queen’s wit is or how her eyes sparkle with the mystery of a divine goddess.”

Polites laughed at the light-haired man’s complaints. “Four or so drinks should do it, then you can give him some olives and tell him to suck on them. That’ll usually keep him occupied.”

Alexander nodded and went back to Aeson and Yianni with the instructions, while Eurylochus sighed. “Do you really think it is wise to advise the men to treat Odysseus like a child?”

“You know how our friend gets when he’s drunk. You can hardly fault the men for wanting to shut him up.”

“Shu’ who up?”

Polites raised his head and Eurylochus raised his eyebrow as Odysseus stumbled over, a small bowl of olives placed in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Nobody,” Polites dismissed easily, inviting Odysseus to sit with them. “I see you’ve gotten your hands on your favorite snack.”

“Olives,” Odysseus mumbled, plopping heavily into a chair. “They remind me of where I met-”

“Penelope,” all three of them chorused, along with two other men from another table. Odysseus laughed. “My lovely wife. Perhaps I’ll see her tonight if I drink enough for Hypnos to claim me.”

Eurylochus groaned again. “Don’t. Just- eat your olives.”

Odysseus shrugged and popped another fruit into his mouth. “Well, why aren’t you missing your wife? Perhaps you do not love her enough. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given away my dear sister’s hand to you, if you do not-”

“I do miss her. I am simply quieter about it,” Eurylochus defended, as Polites stole one of their friend’s olives. “We need at least one of us sober and not singing about our wife. Otherwise, we would never get this war over with and get home.”

“Pah. I can’t believe you, so secretive about your devotion for your wife.” Odysseus took another sip of his wine, then leaned across the table to whisper conspiratorially to Polites. “I bet if we get enough wine in him, he’ll spill everything.”

“You’re about to spill your drink,” Polites responded, hastily righting the captain’s tilting hand and cup. “And I imagine that would take quite a bit of wine. Eurylochus is a big man.”

Odysseus grumbled, while Eurylochus rolled his eyes and slid one of his indeed large hands under the captain’s elbow to steal an olive from his bowl. “Yeah, well…he’s gotten drunk once or twice before. Younger. I think. We can do it again…”

“Good luck with that,” Polites hummed as Odysseus obviously nudged Eurylochus’ cup. “Come on, my friend! Relax a bit!”

“Yes, ‘lord of lies’…” Eurylochus murmured, but took another, longer sip.

“We’ve run out of olives,” Miron muttered in Polites’ ear, as they (and some of the men that weren’t occupied with their own tipsy nature) watched the captain and his second in command lean on one another, slurring their words together through their overlapping conversation. A younger man, Jonas, was staring at the two from another table with what could only be described as fascination. The two sharpest men Polites knew didn’t even notice.

“Penelopeee..” Odysseus waved his arm around clumsily. “Her hair, as long and black and hypnotizing as the wine-dark sea…”

“Wine?” Eurylochus responded in a dazed mutter, taking another sip from the mentioned. “Ctimene…Ctimene loves wine. She got drunk on our wedding night. She couldn’t stop giggling. Most adorable thing..I’ve ever seen. Had to catch her, carry her to bed.”

Odysseus hiccuped gleefully. “Y’know…Penelope once picked me up! Kinda. Round waist. It was…wow. It was cool.”

“Yes. B’cause you’re short. Shorter then Ctimene.” Eurylochus’ head lolled forward, and his eyebrows raised as he pulled his head back up, though his eyes were closed.

“Nooo.” Odysseus twisted and smacked his arm, getting no reaction except a slight slosh of the wine. “She’s- I’m tall.”

“Wha’ever. Ctimene’s taller then you. And prettier.”

“Well, she’s not- she’s not as pretty as Penelope. And my son will grow up to be taller then her! Telemachus! Telemachus…”

“My wife is incredible. And prettier then Penelope. She’s smart and beautiful and so talented at baking and painting-”

“Huhhgh, baking? She- she nearly poisoned me once!”

“Prob’ly on purpose.”

“Nah!” Odysseus waved his arm and swatted at the almost-empty drink in Eurylochus’ hand. “And Penelope is- I would die for her! Amazing! Carved that bed to- to prove it! With olives!” He gestured at the empty bowl that was full of olives less then fifteen minutes ago.

Eurylochus dragged his eyes open just enough to throw the last few drops of his wine over Odysseus’ hair. “I-I’d die for Ctimene! I’d die defending her and our home and I’d die happy if I last saw her smile before Than’os!”

Odysseus didn’t even notice the wine in his hair. “Thanatos?”

“Thanatos! I’d fight off Thanatos for her! She’d never die!” Eurylochus declared, thrusting his cup into the air and nearly knocking out Sofoklis passing by their table.

“Well, I’d fight all the gods for Penelope! Outsmart them! Get back home to her and Telemachus!”

“And Ctimene!”

“Yeahh!”

“…I think we’ll be fine,” Polites responded to Miron in an undertone. “No harm in them talking about their wives, is there?”

“As long as they don’t jump off the boat and swim back for Ithaca, I suppose,” Miron said.

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They are colored!!

Hugs to all of you

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Ich kann diesem Beitrag nichts hinzufügen. Brot >:))

i mak bred

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Finally, people who see the same this as me (ily for pointing this out btw)

Most people have given you: "Polites would greet Eurylochus with closed fists in the Underworld"

And I give you: "Polites would greet Eurylochus with open arms, knowing he tried his best"

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Sillies

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I had to reblog both parts lol, this is the kind of eury content I have been searching for literal MONTHS at this point

Follow-up to this post

This doodle is completely unserious but I needed a continuation of their storyline before my next comic, so congrats to Eurylochus and Ctimene on their wedding

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All of them lived happily ever after and nothing bad ever happened, trust me 🥹

Follow up: The wedding

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Polites came back from the pancake realm to laught at this joke. That's how funny this is.

Now tell me he wouldn't do that

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If I had a nickel for every time Mace Windu mistreated Anakin in the movies, I wouldn't have any money because it didn't happen.

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Post-war hc where Jedi Order sustains the majority of food for clone colonies and clone families. They're two reasons or this, and it's not because the clones have no food (they have plentiful, from the Republic). First, for a thank you and an apology to the clones having to serve under the Jedi, and two, because the Jedi are a charitable organization and genuinely want to help.

At their core they are monks who do charity work. The Force guides them to help people, and that includes their former clone troopers. And they all partake in it, to the point where most clone colonies have at least one Jedi agricorp group there.

It's also gives troopers insight into the lack of structure and familiarity amongst the Jedi and the Jedi Council.

Cody nearly spits out his drink when Obi-Wan of all Jedi is delivering him his food.

Troopers fight the innate urge to salute when Mace Windu hauls a bag of corn to their home.

Fox goes to offer water to a Jedi in the fields and sees that it's Quinlan talking it up with Aayla.

And Plo tries to pull vegetables, but Wolffe just distracts him by showing him his home and getting him out of the heat.

The 501st watches in awe as Anakin uses the Force to speed grow vegetables.

They watch as the Council and their former Generals are instructed by a Jedi who's not a master, but an expert in agriculture, and work beneath her as if they are padawans and she's their master. And it amazes them how fluidly the chain of command changes between Jedi (if even that).

Lastly, younglings and padawans staff most of the gardens. And when the work gets difficult, clone children join in as well.

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the troopers of the 212th attack battalion think it's funny that the names 'Cody' and 'Kenobi' sound relatively similar, and make jokes about how their Commander should obviously take on the General's last name once the war ends

during the cleanup of a long and tiring battle, a 212th trooper on the comms with a trooper in the 91st corps during the cleanup after a battle and accidentally refers to the Commander as Marshall Commander Kenobi

Mace, happening to overhear this conversation, is left to wonder:

did Obi-Wan pull an Anakin and secretly marry his Commander?

is this the pair's way of announcing their engagement??

did Cody get fed up with Obi-Wan dropping his lightsaber and demote the man???

are the two of them fucking with him????

are the two of them fucking with Skywalker, and Mace just got caught in the crossfire?????

Mace tries to discreetly gather more information, but the 212th trooper on the call had immediately noticed his mistake, and Will Not Be Taking Any Questions At This Time Sir, Sorry You're Breaking Up, Can't Hear Your Question, KRSSSH

despite the trooper's best efforts, Cody still finds out, of course, and hunts the man down for bloody retribution, but not before the story has spread beyond even his considerable ability to contain

so, naturally he decides to Commit To The Bit

besides, his troopers have a point: Marshall Commander Kenobi DOES have a nice ring to it

so he pulls out his puppy eyes on General Kenobi, asking if the man would mind terribly if Cody took on his last name; surely he wouldn't begrudge his poor Commander a name, after all 🥺

Obi-Wan, despite having been desperately dodging Anakin's furiously frantic holo calls for the past several days and wanting this whole matter to Disappear, cannot possibly bring himself to say no to those eyes

(and Cody, of course, knows it)

he does make Cody be the one to break the news to Anakin in exchange though

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The crossover I never knew I needed