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An (Incomplete) Incomplete List

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston + Red, White & Royal Blue on Prime Trailer

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I swear, the only-even remotely queer thing in ST season 4 is Arglye's damn rainbow socks.

#byler #loveislove #ronance #steddie #harringrove #steve harrington #will byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fuck duffer brothers #billy hargrove #stranger things

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Just a fun idea; whomever contributes the first letter in the ship name is the top, applying this rule, who tops in your favorite ship?

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Andrew's Spiderman caught MJ so effortlessly because in his head, he has caught Gwen more than once. Let that sink in.

#my spidey senses are tingling #spiderman no way home #andrew garfield #tom holland #tobey maguire #gwen stacy

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I have three theories about the story of Icarus. Mostly its just me ranting at 3 in the morning and making the story gay. So, my apologies.

1. Icarus didn't fly towards the sun, he flew towards freedom.

This is only a slight variation of the actual story. In the actual myth Icarus flies towards the sun and he flies too high which is his ultimate downfall. Greediness that was his fatal flaw. However, in this variation, Icarus who has seen only huge stone walls as long as he could remember, just wanted freedom. That's all. He hadn't flown too high, he had simply wanted to fly from the maze walls that restricted him.

2. Apollo was jealous and Icarus was in love.

If you really know Greek mythology, you would know that Apollo had a boyfriend called Hyacinthus who was killed tragically by a wind God. The despair of Apollo was immeasurable. You must also know the story of Daphne. So yeah, Apollo's love life was quite tragic to say the least. Icarus who had only ever heard his father speak about the outside world wanted to see the Sun. So, when he was free, he flew too see the man he had fallen in love with. Of course Apollo didn't like this too much. He was a God and sometimes Gods were prone to insanity. He punishes Icarus for thinking that his love could succeed. For Icarus, the sea and land were enemies since the men who want to kill him prowl there, while the air, the Sun meant freedom and Apollo in all his bitterness kills him and punishes him in the most cruel way possible. Apollo has done something similar to this in the case of Patroclus and Achilles.

3. Apollo and Icarus are lovers.

If you look at Daedalus- Icarus' dad- he's not a very good guy. Like most inventors, he's a little crazy. He killed his own nephew, helped a queen screw a cow, was very appalled when he found out that there were consequences for his actions, killed a king for a mistake that he made and when Icarus fell to his death it is written that Daedalus mourned for his creation than the death of his son.

So, imagine this, the labyrinth is always easy to get lost into, Daedalus always worked and when he didn't, he was telling Icarus how he must be great and carry on the name of Daedalus.

Apollo who was always good at finding lovers-he just can't seem to keep them-finds Icarus. The nights in the Labyrinth are not lonely anymore. Apollo is thrilled to know that Icarus can leave with the wings his father creates. But Icarus knew, that if he got out, his father would force him to learn his crafts instead of music and art. Apollo and Icarus hatch a plan. His uncle helps him. After he falls Apollo drags him to the shore and takes him home. They say Icarus is dead because they don't want anyone to know that he's alive. His father might come looking for him, anyone whom Apollo insults might kill Icarus, so they lie. The uncle and nephew take the blame. The Sun God and the Sea God. Apollo makes him fall while Poseidon kills him. Enough people believe this. They make it a lesson for their children. While Apollo and Icarus, enjoy watching the world grow old, just happy that they are with each other.

This is just me, making the story of Icarus very gay. But make what you want of it. It could very well be just Icarus wanting to try something cool and dying tragically.

Let me know what you guys think.

#the story of icarus #icarus and apollo #daedalus and icarus #greek posts #greek myths #greek gods #ancient greek #greek mythology #icarus is so gay #pride month #pride 2021 #i swear everyone is gay in greek mythology #its 3 am #its 3 in the morning

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This is a collection of books my sister and I own regarding queer characters. Every book on the screen is a good read and we really recommend you guys read it.

This pride month you don't have to wear a rainbow flag and go around the street. Instead remember everyone;

Every boy who thought he was unnatural and kept his feelings to himself.

Every girl who didn't understand why she was attracted to other girls instead of boys.

Every man who had to marry a girl because of society.

Every woman whose opinions about herself were disregarded.

Every teenager who was kicked out of the house because they realized that they wanted to be a different gender.

Every fucking person who were killed, slaughtered and raped in the name of religion, morals and what's natural.

(You are a human person made out of flesh and bones, nature runs within you, that is more natural than murder.)

Remember these people, remember that when you pass comments against a queer celebrity or a book; it will not affect the book or that person, instead it will terrorize your brother, sister, niece or nephew who might not be straight. Look around the place you live: your love, respect and recognition might be the only freedom they receive. Try to understand everything and everyone, even if you cannot, that still doesn't excuse you being disgusted by something that's different. Do not disregard them by saying that they are confused, they have thought about this more than you ever will.

Love is love.

After all, there are worse problems in this world than boys kissing boys.

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Harlowe is born the day his mother dies. He is breathing for the first time while his mother breathed the last. His father doesn’t hold, but his brother does, and he calls him Lyra because he thought Harlowe sounded like a lyre when he cried for the first time. His brother teaches him many things, he taught him about the kingdom they lived in, about the royal family, about how there is war always in the eastern front, how the oldest prince is always in the battlefield, about how the king had stopped caring for the kingdom, how kind the second prince is, how quiet the third prince is, how Harlowe should speak with elders, how to fight, how to be honorable and how to always stand for justice; these were the things his brother taught him.

His father is home only twice a year for three weeks, the rest of the days months his father is fighting as a soldier in the eastern front. Whenever his father comes home, he brings gifts and teaches Harlowe how to be a good soldier for the prince. His father always wore the colors of the royal family proudly, the color of gold and purple but his brother always disapproved with his father but never spoke out against him. After their father has left his brother would tell him, ‘Don’t worry. After him I will be given his position in the army. So, don’t dream about fighting, dream about everything else. Leave the burdens to me.’

As older he got clearer the world he could see. He could see how his father did not arrive during the time he was supposed to, he saw how hard his brother worked to pay the taxes that were on them relentlessly, he saw how there was barely enough food on the table, he saw how everything was slowly falling apart and how helpless he truly was.

Harlowe, like every other boy in this world, falls in love, only he doesn’t realize that it is love. She was beautiful, she was everything that he never thought he needed in his life, she was everything that kept him awake at night wondering how he survived so long without her. She slowly became his friend, his partner in crime to drive his brother up the wall, his most trusted person after his brother, his equal. She saw him in his highs and lows, in his anger and in his frustration and she still chose to be his friend. She was his equal in all aspects and when she spoke- forget butterflies, the whole forest came alive inside of him.

Then the thing that brought chaos arrived and it brought destruction to everything Harlowe had ever loved. The war on the eastern front was won, but the oldest prince was dead and so were a number of troops, then the king died after killing himself and the second prince ascended the throne. While the royal family threw a party for the celebration for the new king, Harlowe didn’t have it in him to be to be happy for anything. Because his father was now dead and his brother was given a post in the capital so now, they would have to leave to serve the king there. He would have to leave her. When he departs from her, so many things in him die and he feels that nothing would be right again.

Harlowe is fourteen when disaster strikes again. After a few years of apparent peace, the youngest prince rallies troops against the king and dethrones him in the palace at the middle of the night, the king flees but his followers get stuck. The new king is ruthless. He crowns himself as the High King, and anyone who supported the previous king is killed or arrested. The people who won’t swear fealty to him are sent to camps where they have to remain until they die. He throws the rich out of their homes, kills the corrupt, and destroys any form of perversion in the kingdom. He promises equality for everyone in this kingdom, he says that everyone in this kingdom should earn their place and even his ministers would be treated like everyone else and all he asked in return was peace and submission. Equality in all aspects, those had been his words. He utters these words while he stands next to the throne of this brother and father while still covered in blood from the massacre that had occurred that night.

Harlowe would have loved the King, if not for what happened next; Harlowe’s brother came to him the morning after the rebellion, telling him to pack his things so that they could leave. Harlowe’s brother had done something against the new King. The door to their small house is broken in and his brother shakes him and tells him to just survive. Harlowe knew that his brother had personally served the previous king but he wishes his brother would just kneel and beg when the guards force him to the floor and the High King demands something from him. Some truth, what it was, Harlowe did not know. His brother refuses to depart the truth, even when the King himself breaks Harlowe’s arm. His brother dies while looking at him and the King throws the sword his brother had carried at him. The King looks at him and asks, ‘Well?’ and Harlowe kneels and begs for his life and the King allows him to join the army. Harlowe has always been quick witted, he might seem like a coward for begging the man who killed his brother. But in the end, he will be the reason for the fall of that man.

Now years later, Harlowe stands before the man who killed his brother, he smiles while guards force him on his knees, his mentor- someone he had trusted- lies dead a few feet before him, he smiles as the executioner raises a sword against him. He smiles because he knows that even now, even if he kneels, he has won. Then it all goes black.

Shall we start from the beginning?

Are you ready?

#heartbreak #rebellion #gays #fiction #original writing #original story #original work #original character #i tried #kings #wars #character death #falling in love #love #teenagers #brothers

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Hephaestion wakes up with a start. There were people running around outside his tent, he could hear them. Far away, he could hear thundering footsteps against the earth and a war horn blowing. It was still early in the morning but the enemies were there to attack. Sighing, he turns to see Alexander sleeping next to him.

Hephaestion hated a lot of things about Alexander. He hated how much he drunk, he hated his arrogance, his anger, his pride, he hated so many things about Alexander. Alexander who was strong, who was the prince, who was hailed as the son of Zeus, who killed his own father to take the throne. In Alexander's defence his father was a dick.

But the thing is, Alexander was his friend. No matter what Alexander did, Hephaestion was unable to hate him. And now, he slept without any care in the world when enemies were right outside. And the reason he slept without a care was because Hephaestion was the General to his armies and he knew that Hephaestion would win.

They win that battle. Like they always do. And when they reach the royal family who attacked them, their queen falls on his knees before Hephaestion to beg for her life and her children's. "You are mistaken. I am not the King."

The queen's eyes widens. Before she could apologise Alexander smiles at her kindly. "You were not mistaken, Mother. This man too is Alexander." And then walks away.

Hephaestion watches as Alexander sits at the throne of the king they just defeated. "I will not harm you or your family but in turn you must welcome me as your ruler." He tells the court and they all bow to him. Hephaestion tilts his head and goes to stand next to him.

This is how things have been for the longest time. Hephaestion was always beside Alexander. Wherever the King resided the General was beside him. Even when they were children and Alexander couldn't bear to stay inside with his father and mother, Hephaestion and Alexander would stay under the stars and talk about seeing the world. Alexander wanted to see everything, he wanted to see worlds beyond the stars, he wanted to see Olympus, he wanted to see the Gods. Hephaestion was to be beside him. Nowhere else. Hephaestion thinks when Alexander talks about wars, battles and conquest; he would be nowhere else than here. They were too alike, even in the way they dressed, acted and spoke.

And when Alexander became King, he listened to Hephaestion more than he listened to anyone else. He hears his father's subjects but takes only Hephaestion's words to heart. And even now, after so many battles and wars, he still heeds only his words and not anyone else.

The queen kneels before Alexander and offers her daughter in marriage as a sign of acceptance but he refuses, saying that the king is still alive and he would wed her daughter only after the king is dead.

They stay in the city that they won for a few nights, even if Alexander had two wives he still tumbled into Hephaestion's bed. And Alexander acts like it's perfectly fine to sleep in Hephaestion's room and not let him sleep. When they touch each other, it was simply need instead of want and when they slept beside one another that was need as well.

They leave to hunt down the king who escaped the battlefield. They find him after days of travel. They kill him very easily. The defeated king did not gain safety from anyone and was wandering from the day of battle with his injuries unattended. While they ride back home Alexander tells Hephaestion to take the queen's other daughter as his bride. Hephaestion agrees because it would strengthen their campaign.

They get married to the princesses on the same day. The third wife for Alexander and the very first bride for Hephaestion.

Few days later Hephaestion is planning for their next battle and Alexander is reading on the table. And when Hephaestion's words get too loud, he closes the scroll and looks at him. Hephaestion stops talking.

"Are you quite done?"

"Yes." Hephaestion answers.

"Good." Alexander says and kisses him.

Hephaestion laughs. "Three wives. You have three wives."

"They are not you." Alexander says and that was that.

When they reach their next battlefield Hephaestion's skin itches. He doesn't want to be there. And it is worse after they win the battle. It was clear that something bad was going to come. He stays beside Alexander and doesn't allow anyone unknown near him. Alexander hosts games in honor of their victory and few days before the games Hephaestion coughs up blood and realizes that he was the one who is dying.

Still he does his duties but the day when they are supposed to leave for the games, Hephaestion stays back and promises that he would join him a few days later, after he oversees the construction of the monument for Hephaestion.

He feels fine for a few days. Then the sickness sets in and he loses himself. And whenever he comes back, there is someone beside him, taking care of him but it's not Alexander. In his sickness he dreams of many things. But when he wakes up he doesn't remember them. He thinks about the time he was with Alexander. There never has been a time when he hasn't been with him. He thinks about the time they visited the tomb of Achilles and Patroclus. Alexander had honoured Achilles while Hephaestion honoured Patroclus, then they had raced and felt the air in their hair and skin.

Hephaestion thinks that he has never told Alexander that he has loved him. He told him that he will stay beside him, win him battles and conquer the world with him. But he has never told him about his affections. Alexander had said that Hephaestion and him were the same. Had he known all along?

Hephaestion thinks that he was not meant to grow old. Heroes never grow old. They always go out in a blaze of fire and glory. Patroclus had died in battle with Achilles's armour on him. Hephaestion who was Alexander's armour is going to die alone.

Hephaestion dies and the rage of the King is uncontrollable. His grief is uncontrollable. Alexander arrives the night of the day Hephaestion dies. And he kills so many people. He killes Hephaestion's physician, the guards and almost a hundred men for his funeral. And when he is not cutting down men like grass he is crying on the floor like he was in pain and no one can placate him. Three wives and Alexander threatens to kill anyone who comes near him.

Alexander fights and wins. Heroes don't grow old. But living while your other half is gone, is a far greater tragedy than anything else. What was conquering the sun and the stars if Hephaestion wasn't there? When Alexander dies eight months later, he doesn't think of Olympus, the Gods, his Empire or his conquests. He thinks of Hephaestion.

#heartbreak #greek myth aesthetic #greek mythology #loveislove #love #hephaestion #alexander the great #wars #battles #history #gays #death #achilles #patrochilles #patroclus #patroklos

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If a character is named Alexander/Alex there's a 99.99% chance that the character will be queer and badass.

We have,

Alexander Hamilton- founding father. Was super bi. Wrote stuff for the constitution, was a lawyer, treasury secretary, did not like Jefferson. Was very very in love with John Laurens his bestfriend.

Alex Standall- most of you probably know the guy. Extremely sarcastic and badass. Shot himself in the head but that just made him even more sarcastic. Got the happy ending he (The guy is literally in love with the human form of golden retriever) deserved. Kinda looks like troye sivan.

Alexander Gideon Lightwood/Alec- everyone knows him. He's a shadowhunter. Fell in love with a warlock, first kissed him in front of the whole institute on his wedding day to a different girl and the went on a date. Everyone knows that this salty piece of shit turns into a puddle of happiness when his husband is around. From saying, 'Emotions are nothing but a distraction,' to, 'I can't live without you, Magnus.' Is super badass just like his husband. Did I mention that he has a husband?? He's pretty awesome.

Alex Fierro- child of Loki. a king and queen. Love them. They are pretty badass and I like how half the time Magnus will just be in awe of them.

Alex Claremont-Diaz- AHHHHHHHHHHHH yes now let's continue, he's the first son of the United States. Not only did he fall in love with Prince Henry, they both had a wonderful love-fight in the rain while they confessed their love to eachother. He's badass, sarcastic, a little oblivious sometimes, loves Henry. His entire family is badass to be honest. Is super bi and is named after Alexander Hamilton. He hopes to be a great lawyer.

Alexander the Great- probably the first Alexander to be not straight. Had like three wives but still went like, "that man too is Alexander," while referring to Hephaestion- his childhood friend and General of his forces. Loved Hephaestion and saw him as his equal. They even went to the tomb of Achilles and Patroclus- another iconic couple- and paid respects (Alexander paid Achilles respect while Hephaestion for Patroclus). He has even compared their love as equal to Achilles and Patroclus. When Hephaestion died, he was sad and then died under mysterious causes eight months later. He was the greatest conqueror and the very first Alexander to be very very queer.

These are the Alexanders that I know of. If you guys know more please let me know.

We infer from this list, that all Alexanders are super not straight, the name itself is like a package deal, they are all badass with equally sweet significant others and they are all sarcastic but as I said, that's a package deal with the name. Keep in mind, the list above is in no particular order and was written at 6 in the morning while being severely sleep deprived.

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Call me by your name and I will call you by mine, is equivalent to, he is more myself than I am, whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same.

Let's all go cry now.

#call me by your name #gays #elioandoliver #elio perlman #oliver #wuthering heights #heathcliff #catherine earnshaw #lovers #love quotes #love #love is love

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Reblogged.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

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I feel like people would still scoff and groan and complain of who I could have been even on my funeral.

#depression #death #suicide #panic attack #anxiety attack #funeral #kill me please

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Bucky remembering Steve in the Winter Soldier after years and years of torture and brain frying is equivalent to Percy Jackson remembering only Annabeth Chase (aka the love of his life) in The Son of Neptune after a God taking away his memories.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #steve rogers #steve x bucky #bucky barnes #falcon and the winter soldier #stucky #percabeth #son of neptune #greek myths #hera #heroes of olympus

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The reason why I enjoy hearing or reading about queer characters is that, it truly fascinates me. Not the whole 'how can they be gay thing' but the whole 'they are gay and they have a significant other.' Like these people didn't care. They loved another person truly and wholly without giving a single fuck. And despite the rules and norms of the society, they choose to love. I can never do that. I can never be that brave to risk everything else I have for just one person. They wrote letters, they allowed the world to know. And they didn't care.

Like the sonnets Shakespeare wrote for a mysterious young man. Like Oscar Wilde and Alfred Douglas. The letters between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West. The letters between John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton. The letters between Emily Dickinson and Susan Gilbert.

I love the fictional characters as well. Who literally risk everything and overcome fears of their own to love. Alec was a shadow hunter and he fell in love with Magnus WHO WAS A WARLOCK and married him. Nico di Angelo who was born in the 1940s where being gay meant living on the streets fell in love with Will Solace. Henry was a freaking Prince, yet he wrote such pure, raw, unadulterated words for Alex. Jude went through so much in his life and yet he allowed Willem to love him. Ari and Dante lived during a time where being gay was fatal; Dante was attacked in the book and Ari's brother killed a prostitute after finding out that they were trans. Oliver came from a conservative family and still loved Elio. These couples would have had doubts and apprehensions but they still loved each other and didn't care.

Here are some iconic quotes;

"I must see you soon — you are the divine thing I want." And. "...it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days." Oscar Wilde to Alfred Douglas.

"You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent." Alexander Hamilton to John Laurens.

"I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia...you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it." Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf.

"Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more." Emily Dickinson to Susan Gilbert.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" Shakespeare.

"You could give me the past," he said a little sadly. "But Alec is my future." Magnus Bane, City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare.

"Nico, I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest." Jason Grace to Nico di Angelo, House of Hades by Rick Riordan.

"Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?" Prince Henry of Wales to Alex Claremont-Diaz the First son, Red White & Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston.

"You were treated horribly. You came out on the other end. You were always you.”

"And who are you?"

"I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go." Willem Ragnarsson to Jude St. Francis, A Little Life by Hanya Yanahigara.

"How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?" Aristotle Mendoza in Aristotle and Dante discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sàenz.

"I could spend the rest of my life like this: with him, at night, in Rome, my eyes totally shut, one leg coiled around his. I thought of coming back here in the weeks or months to come—for this was our spot." Elio from Call me by your name by Andrè Aciman.

Of course there are many more real and fictional couples, feel free to comment some.

As I said, I know not whether it is the place that I live or my own upbringing. But I will maybe allow myself to silently feel but I would never have the courage to love like these people. Those who receive love are both weak and strong but those who love are stronger than anyone else.

- midnight rants.

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ACHILLES AND PATROCLUS.

This is a story you all know well. Beautiful and tragic this story is. The Greeks loved men and women alike. It did not matter to them a person's gender. Achilles was the prince. The son of a Goddess and a King. The best of Greeks. The best of men.

When Achilles first laid eyes upon Patroclus, he didn't look like much. He was covered in dirt and grime because of his long and excruciating travel. Achilles's father had welcomed him, told Achilles that Patroclus was a prince like him but he no longer was. Achilles did not care for all that, he was more intrigued by the quiet boy.

Becoming friends with Patroclus was easy as breathing for him. Patroclus knew when to pull him back if he should go too far and knew when to encourage him. Peleus didn't bother separating them both, instead, sent them both to Chiron.

The centaur had taken one look at them and knew what would become of them. Achilles who was fast, relentless and unforgiving, and Patroclus who was silent, soft and forgiving, Chiron had looked at them and saw their end even before they had begun. But he had guarded his silence and taught both his students to be great. He knew that they were destined for greatness, like he knew about Jason and about Heracles. He, also, knew that Jason's naive behaviour and Heracles's pride would be their downfall. Just as he knew that Achilles's pride and Patroclus's heart would be theirs.

When Thetis came, Chiron was tempted to send her away, to protect his students who he had come to cherish. Chiron knew that Thetis came with the news of war, the news of death.

Both Achilles and Patroclus bowed to him and promised that they would come visit him after the war was over. Chiron had simply nodded, not telling them that neither would make it back.

Achilles marveled at everything the ships, the soldiers, the sea. After Odysseus had brought him from the island he was hiding as a woman, everyone had told Achilles that he would be the reason for their victory. Not only because, he had taken the oath of Tyndareus, not because only someone with his blood can breach the walls but because he was the best fighter. He was the warrior who was to lead them towards victory. He was the best of Greeks. But Achilles knew that he would win, because Patroclus was beside him.

One thousand ships and fifty thousand soldiers, Achilles thought, but the war will be won by Patroclus and I.

Patroclus didn't join him for the raids around Troy. He chose to stay behind at camp to help the healers. Achilles knew that Patroclus wasn't weak by any measure, he knew that he had also taken the Oath of Tyndareus but he was baffled by the notion of Patroclus not wanting glory, not wanting honor.

When Achilles brought Briseis to their tent Patroclus hadn't said anything. He treated her as he would treat a friend and not a spoil of war. Achilles had like Briseis, he had brought her here to spite Agamemnon but he still had liked her, but she could not be compared to the man who held his heart.

When the war began, Achilles saw a part of Patroclus that he hadn't seen before. A chilling, brutal and a cruel part of him. Patroclus fought like that was his last fight, he killed mercilessly and terrifyingly. Achilles had fought all his fights knowing that he would win, Patroclus fought all his fights like he was afraid that he would die. Achilles did not understand how he could miss this side of his Patroclus, he had mistaken his silence and withdrawal as cowardness when it simply had been preservation. Patroclus had been more deadly in battle than Achilles.

When Agamemnon disrespected him, he withdraws from battle, knowing that without him they can't win and without him Patroclus wouldn't fight. He was content with watching men burn, he didn't care whether they were Greeks or Trojans. He knew that in the end, after Agamemnon has fallen, after Hector has fallen, him and Patroclus would rule everything.

Men come and plead with him, soldiers who are less and great alike. Odysseus pleads for his intervention so that the war would end and he can go to his wife, Diomedes does not want to watch his men getting slaughtered, Nestor wants too see his country before he dies, Menelaus apologizes in the place of Agamemnon and many more come to his tent but he turns them all away.

Patroclus is the last one to plead. He pleads him to join the fight and Achilles is so stunned. Patroclus never spoke against him or his wishes. When Patroclus told that he was wrong, when Patroclus was pulling him back it meant that he was in the wrong. That he was at fault. Achilles didn't want to admit this, instead he tells Patroclus that perhaps he should fight without him. They don't touch or speak with each other throughout the night.

The next evening there was screaming, violent screams. The Trojans had a son of Zeus beside them! Prince Hector was leading the charge with the son of Zeus! They are trying to break into the camp! The news stuns Achilles but it alarms Patroclus. He pleads him again, not for him to join the fight but to send him instead. Achilles puts his armour and gives him his sword. Come back, he tells him, come back to me. When the Greeks see Achilles's golden armour shining through the night, they rejoice knowing that they will win now. Messengers run to the camp at varied times, he didn't wish to watch the fight, knowing that he might be tempted to join. He hears their whispers, Achilles has killed the son of Zeus, Achilles has driven away the Trojans from the camp, Achilles is pursuing Prince Hector. After the last one, the whispers stop. Achilles could hear the faint cries of battle beyond the camp.

When the cries stop, Achilles wonders why he doesn't hear the cry of victory and joy. At dawn the soldiers arrive, Agamemnon is the first to enter his tent and before he could tell him to leave Odysseus, Nestor and Diomedes enter and Menelaus enters last. The gently set down a body they had been carrying, Achilles thinks that Agamemnon has killed Briseis and before he can lash out at him, he hears Menelaus say, he fought well. He. It was Patroclus.

Achilles uncovers the shroud. He looks at them and wishes for their death. They leave silently. Achilles washes him, puts him on their bed and slides in next to him. Like this he pretends that they are back in Chiron's camp and that Patroclus is sleeping like the dead because of the hard training they had endured.

And he dreams, oh Gods, he dreams. He dreams of Patroclus, he dreams of his touch, his smile, his kindness. Those dreams leave his body aching in the morning. He goes in and out of consciousness. He dreams of Patroclus dying, he dreams of Hector striking him and finally, he dreams that he is the one who kills Patroclus.

He kills Hector the next day. They fight all day long and Hector runs from him in the hopes of meeting his son for the last time. A river God rose to protect Hector but Achilles's rage is so overwhelming that he defeats the God. The winds murmur, he can hear what they are saying. He has defeated a God! He will kill all Trojans. The war mustn't end this soon! He drags Hector's body around Troy. To show them that this was their Prince but now another dead body. He knows he is angering the Gods further but Achilles doesn't care. What was victory without Patroclus beside him?

The stench of Patroclus fills the tent but he still sleeps there, on their bed. His dreams will either be of their times together or it will be Achilles killing him. He realizes one day- after a horrid dream where Patroclus curses him for his death, although he knows that Patroclus would never do that, he still wishes that he had- Patroclus did die because of him. Not only because of his pride but because Patroclus had no reason in the first place to be here, Patroclus had been a prince when he had taken the Oath of Tyndareus but he hadn't been a prince now. He hadn't had any reason to go to Chiron as well. He had simply followed Achilles wherever he had gone. Achilles did kill him. That thought breaks Achilles beyond repair.

He dreams again, this time he is in their tent and Patroclus walks in and kneels before him. Patroclus places his hand on his cheek and Achilles leans into his touch. You have to let me go, Patroclus says, let me go, Achilles.

No, Achilles clutches his arm, you said you would come back.

Patroclus smiles at him. The smile is clear and beautiful, unlike his previous blurry dreams. Achilles, he calls his name, you have to let me go.

Achilles washes Patroclus again and sets a funeral pyre for him. Whole of the Greek army attends to pay their respects. Patroclus, he says his name like a prayer, the best of Greeks, the best part of me.

After that Achilles fights aimlessly, he doesn't fight to win but he doesn't lose either. Achilles sees Apollo next to Prince Paris- Hector's brother and the man who started this war- Apollo's smile is sick and frightening but Achilles wasn't frightened. To him it was warm and welcoming since it held the promise of death. Paris set his arrow loose while Apollo carried it. Right in his heel. Right where his body is weak. He falls and closes his eyes.

He doesn't care about the Trojans or the Greeks or winning. It had only mattered to him when Patroclus was at his side. Patroclus had followed him all his life, it was time for Achilles to follow him to death. Patroclus smiles at him when he sees him. Patroclus, he says, I missed you and I'm here.

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Hyacinthus was a hero in Sparta. Dark eyes, dark skin, dark hair but a pure heart. A heart so pure and bright that it caught the attention of the sun God himself. Apollo was everything that Hyacinthus was not. He had sun-kissed skin, hair like the sun and the sun in his eyes and like everything he was, Apollo's heart burned like the sun; his passion was fiery like the sun as was his nature. He was simply like the sun.

The sun was high and pure and ever shuns evil and searches for the pure. No wonder Apollo fell for Hyacinthus.

Whenever he dragged the sun with his chariot his eyes would search for Hyacinth from afar. He saw many suitors who came for the hero, women of great nobility, men of great strength and Gods who controlled the winds. Yet, the hero refused them all, sending them back to their homes with the strings in their hearts snapped.

He had a companion a man called Thamyris. Apollo could see how much the man loved him and how Hyacinthus was oblivious to his affection and treated him like one would do with a brother.

Not able to control his desires and affections Apollo approaches Hyacinthus. First they were good friends; Apollo taught him to shoot arrows, to write poetry, to play the lyre, to mix herbs and instead Hyacinthus showed Apollo happiness. Despite Apollo being handsome like his father he never had any great luck in love. He was charming, sure. But love? That was something Apollo couldn't fully grasp. Then again, not a lot of mortals did either.

The first time Hyacinthus kissed Apollo was when they sleeping beside each other, thinking that the God was asleep. Apollo however was not, he was awake and returned the gesture. Neither knew that would be the beginning of the end.

Apollo like many of the other Gods wished to impress his lover. It was a simple sport. To see who threw the discus further.

Hyacinthus threw for a reasonable distance, and smiled. Apollo threw it so far that it split the clouds in the skies. Apollo smiled as Hyacinthus threw his head back and cheered. And like many , Hyacinthus wished to impress his better half as well.

As the discus came down Hyacinthus moved to catch it. Only for it to ricochet and hit his head. Apollo saw as the discus came down and saw as it hit Hyacinthus' head and saw as he fell with his name on his lips.

The world always moved slow for Apollo but the moments before he fell seemed as though it moved faster. As though time was afraid that it can't kill Hyacinthus while Apollo was with him and had to hurry.

The God of healing was not able to heal the man he loves, he could only watch in horror as the blood seeped into the earth. Hyacinthus did not shudder or seize in his death, he was calm and silent with his eyes closed, only inhaling and exhaling softly. When Hyacinthus breathed his last, Apollo screamed. He screamed so loud that the nymphs ran away to their ponds and lakes, that the Sun set early that day and the moon was afraid to take its place.

He pulled at his blond hair and clutched Hyacinthus so close hoping he can breath life into him. He called out to his father asking him to take away his immortality, what was immortality without Hyacinth? He called onto all the Gods asking them to take his life, what was the reason to live on this wretched plane that has cast out Hyacinthus?

No one answered him. No God did.

Apollo didn't want to do his funeral rites. He didn't want to bury him so that he could cross river Styx and stand before the three judges. So, Apollo whispered. He whispered with his magic and Hyacinthus slowly turns into a flower.

Apollo looks at the flower before leaving. Pure and beautiful, that was how Hyacinth always has been. Even beyond his death.

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Where art thou, my love?

Amongst the moon?

Amongst the stars?

Amongst the sun?

Where art thou, my love?

Amongst my foes?

Amongst my friends?

Amongst the beasts?

Where art thou, my love?

In my heart?

In my bones?

In my soul?

Where art thou my love?

In a kiss?

In a grasp?

In a word?

Where art thou, in my life?

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