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bestworstcase · 10 months

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i do think the key to how things will fall out regarding death on remnant is the jabberwalker, bc like

the brothers created death by creating him

the god of light, fearing they had disrupted the balance, tried to get rid of him. the god of darkness refused to countenance this, and they fought about it.

they leave the ever after. jabber remains, implying one of three possibilities: 1. dark ‘won’ the argument and both brothers agreed to let jabber live, 2. dark recreated jabber one last time in secret before they left, or 3. jabber came back later a la modern humans. given light’s general inflexibility my inclination is 2 or 3.

in any case the tree seems to accept jabber as part of the ever after and the presence of his figurine on the blacksmith’s worktable implies that he will continue to exist in some form.

during the creation of remnant, the brothers agree that death will be permanent. their reasons are not yet fully clear, but light was the only one concerned about enforcing this rule; i think it is almost certainly a rule that originated with the god of light.

“but balance cannot be restored by force or calculation; true balance finds its own equilibrium”

force = destroying jabber. calculation = creating a new world with permadeath.

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the god of light conceives of balance as a fragile order that must be meticulously maintained or else fall apart: his purpose, as he sees it, is to maintain order. everything he does comes from this. he cannot tolerate change because he lives in abject fear of ‘disrupting the balance’ again—as he believes they have already done once, by creating jabber.

so there is a certain narrative equivalency being drawn here between removing jabber and making death permanent for remnant. both decisions are predicated on a fundamental misunderstanding of what balance is.

thus the problem of death is not that it exists, per se. the problem is that death is the locus of light’s anxiety about change.

he first attempts to fix the ‘problem’ by getting rid of jabber, eliminating death. but he can’t, because dark won’t let him. so plan b is to leave the ever after and create a new world where death is part of the design—which isn’t contradictory at all if the intention is to prevent disruption of the existing order.

and something to keep in mind here is that 1. the cat and the jabberwalker were both deathless and unable to ascend, and 2. the brothers created death by mistake. for light these are crucial factors that must be accounted for in the new design. the only way to ensure that the disruptive introduction of death can never happen again is to include death from the start, transforming the accident into a deliberate choice.

which is all well and good except for one teeny, tiny wrinkle: for humans, death is not actually annihilative. they don’t simply cease to exist when they die.

i think it’s extremely likely that wasn’t supposed to happen. in a system where death is final and forever, spiritually immortal humans pose an obvious risk of disruption—and the ‘afterlife’ is evidently just permanent unconscious stasis, so it doesn’t seem like human souls were preserved for any purpose.

if your aim is to design an orderly system that can be maintained exactly as-is forever, and one of your core building blocks is that death is permanent, no exceptions, then why would you ever create beings capable of rising from the dead? you wouldn’t!

but once humans with immortal souls exist you’re sort of stuck with them, aren’t you? and i think that dilemma makes the most sense of why light’s afterlife is… like that. the souls of the dead ‘resting’ in everlasting oblivion in another realm that living humans cannot enter is the same in practice as annihilative death as long as every being capable of reaching the afterlife follows the stated rules.

the instant dark decides to make an exception, the whole system collapses. it reveals to salem that death isn’t inherently final or forever—that this is an arbitrary rule that the brothers decided, and one of them is open to the idea of changing those rules. then the gods make her immortal and light reprimands her for failing to understand how important his rules are (rules his brother just broke with no consequence except that light got mad), but ultimately what she learns is that the brothers are fallible and their rules can be changed. her rebellion is underpinned by this revelation.

the divine order suffers one small disruption and almost immediately, catastrophically fails, just as the god of light feared.

but that failure did not happen because of the disruption; the system failed because it was artificial. the brothers designed it a certain way and then light focused all of his efforts to keeping it that way, unchanging, forever—because their world wasn’t an ecosystem so much as it was a lawn in arizona. that lawn can only exist for as long as someone is doing the work to keep it on life support.

anyway the point i’m getting to is that remnant still isn’t in stable equilibrium, largely because of salem’s immortality and ozma’s reincarnations but also in the more general sense: the people of remnant are spiritually immortal but made to spend the vast majority of their existence essentially comatose because One God is afraid of change.

you can’t bring remnant into equilibrium by eliminating death: killing the jabberwalker isn’t the right answer. and you can’t restore balance by restoring the old system of divine rule and rigid adherence to the original design, because that system was a spindly papier-mâché machine that imploded the second somebody breathed on it wrong. and you can’t just yank the dead back to ameliorate your grief because that isn’t your choice to make, that’s an ethical position the narrative has made very clear.

which… really leaves changing the nature of the afterlife as the likeliest direction. death isn’t the problem, the afterlife of eternal stasis is. death isn’t the problem, light’s refusal to allow beings with immortal souls to keep going after their first life ends because the rules say death is final is the problem. because that finality is just… not reality. a person’s soul persists after death, ipso facto death isn’t the end.

but the reverse idea that death shouldn’t happen at all is not reality either. salem can’t die and her immortality is isolating and endlessly painful. ozma can’t stay dead and it’s eroded him down to a miserable shell of who he used to be. afterans choose to leave their memories behind when they ascend—nothing can happen to you in the tree except what you want to happen. without destruction, creation stagnates. death is part of life, not its enemy.

i doubt very much that the endgame here is for afteran ascension to be directly ported over into remnant—these are different worlds, different peoples, different systems, and while people from remnant can spiritually connect with the tree they are still fundamentally not part of it. afterans are emanations of the tree; humans and faunus are not. when afterans ascend they return to the roots of the tree and flow upward to blossom again from its crown, and that is, to put it mildly, not a system of reincarnation that physically makes sense for remnant, where things reproduce and have babies instead of new lives budding from the cosmic tree. if reincarnation brings equilibrium to remnant then it will presumably happen in a manner more natural to remnant’s people, and may not even involve passage through the tree at all.

it’s also not the only possibility: for example, there’s no reason that remnant’s afterlife has to be eternal sleep. it could just be… a new realm, a new world to live in after your life on remnant is ended. the brothers’ departure from the ever after into the boundless potential of the unknown is as likely a model as ascension. maybe remnant’s dead can’t return except by an act of god, but “gone from remnant forever” can coexist with the afterlife being… alive, as opposed to cold storage for inconveniently immortal souls.

basically the narrative setup isn’t toward rejecting death, it’s toward rejecting the state of affairs where you die and then millions of years later a god wakes you up and you have no awareness or memory of your existence since the moment of your death because you were kept unconscious until that god needed a servant. the point is that death isn’t the natural end of existence (because souls are immortal, on remnant as in the ever after) and remnant’s dead shouldn’t be held in stillness by light’s futile effort to make the facts of reality conform to his intended design.

the jabberwalker has existed for eons without bringing the ever after to ruin; the balance shifted, things changed a little, and life went on. remnant is existentially threatened by the factual reality of life-after-death only because light is so convinced of this danger that he is determined to prohibit it by any means necessary, including “demolish everything and start over from scratch.”

even a god can tilt at windmills.

#it’s also just darkly hilarious in a way #afterans are eternal #the cat was immortal #jabber was immortal and light TRIED and FAILED to unmake him #the b r o t h e r s a r e e t e r n a l #they make a world where death is supposed to be The End #and then fill it with beings #MADE OF THEMSELVES!#MADE WITH THEIR OWN NATURE!#light rattling the cosmic blueprints #what do you mean humans are eternal #WE AGREED THAT THINGS SHOULD DIE #THIS IS A DISASTER #dark like you SAID you wanted to make them like US #sorry for listening to you bro it won’t happen again #by the way i gave them magic instead of eradicating the grimm like you asked #they’re exploding beowolves with fireballs now it’s awesome #light like WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY #it’s hysterical. the divine blorbos

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magnaflourious-nerdity · 4 months

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So the ask got deleted accidentally, but @autisticharrywells asked me about SANGYAO for toxic ship bingo, and now that I have forcibly dragged them through all 50 episodes, i can at last go off---- you FOOL! you have fallen directly into my trap!!! Muahahaha

I do not know how I ended up here. I don't know WHY I ended up here, except that I'm some kind of masochist.

Like I was all prepared to be 100% team wangxian otp and read all the fic and shit, and I started out so promising. (And I do love them...) But then. Then. That little demon brought a bird to class. And the other little demon protected him during the Wen thing. The stabbing ?? The warning as Meng Yao was leaving to huaisang DESPITE actively bleeding. The pleading to Mingjue to let Meng Yao stay despite no evidence of Huaisang ever really standing up to question NMJ decisions before like that (esp in front of other clan members) (other than with things like blowing off Sabre practice) THE FAN CLENCH. MY HEART. And THEN they committed their various atrocities during which the no turning back point was hit for them so many times and yet i do believe the remorse was there and so too was some affection still, twisted as it was by time and hatred and isolation and i... I just....I slipped?

There's so much there!!! (and please keep in mind I'm mostly talking from a cql/the untamed perspective, though I have seen the donghua and am aware of book cannon, I just kinda prefer the show as the version I take to heart (with some notable jgy or Huaisang based exceptions bc i'm nothing if not willing to excuse their pretty boy mid-divorce war crimes))

These two have such a deep shared history that spans the entirety of the cannon, and their relationship is extra fascinating on rewatch as you can more clearly track the downward spiral of events.

There's also the tragedy that it COULD have been avoided, was so close to being avoided several times bc JGY is not really EVIL, (any one who says this is being super reductive imo) but he does preserve himself above all other things and people through sheer learned necessity (with the exception of xichen and isn't that also a beautiful part of sangyao tragedy?? That so clearly xichen and JGY were destined to be the tragic counterparts to wwx and lwj's relationship not nhs and jgy? That xichen was the only thing JGY ever sacrificed true parts of himself for, that huaisang knows that he could have done the same for him, but didn't? Because there was too much history with Mingjue to let it go, and also bc the devotion or affection he held for huaisang when they were both on the mountain never surpassed that point. He had too much caution to truly be himself, and Huaisang, I don't think could ever truly see past JGYs status in the way that xichen was able to since he served as his big brother's vice general and also his appointed companion to a degree. ) And where does that leave huaisang? Where he always is. ALONE. On a mountain he never fit in on in the first place. Where does it leave JGY? Stuck in a permanant customer service role to his awful father and branded further untrustable as a spy. Humilated and broken down to the point of just. So much murder. (Some of which I still maintain tain as a public service coughcoughJinGuangShancoughcough)

They are so much alike and yet so different in such key aspects, that I also have to believe they were meant to act as parallels to one another, just like wwx and jgy, or xichen and wangji. The planning and manipulation they both do (in their own ways bc i am in the camp that while huaisang is smarter than the average bear, smarter than he ever wants to let on bc it makes his life easier, he isnt able to truly outpace JGY's ability to craft a situation. What he is good at is manipulating people and social situations, and adapting his outlined plan extremely well on the fly- with the exception of maybe xichen. I dont think he meant to truly hurt xichen like that. I think that was a natural panic that if JGY was allowed to live it would mean Huaisang actually had to die at some point instead, Though I do also think perhaps there is some lingering resentment there that leads to it to bc why is JGY worth pardoning after his crimes to xichen? Doesn't this mean he inherently valued JGY over Mingjue, over Huaisang’s own pain and anguish? (he did, but not maliciously, lans are love blind we know this))

The tragedies of nie huaisang are inextricably linked to the tragedies of jgy and vice versa! Technically, huaisang, as a bastard of the clan leader with one of his concubines, (I think that's right) should be discounted as a noble son, esp considering his weaker nature and lack of talents dictated to be valuable by the standards of the nie clan. He should have the same status really or at least a status more closely similar to jgy who is constatly looked down on because of his mother's position and bastard status, despite his constant hyper competency, as we see so vividly. And yet Huaisang is given title and rank and (some) respect where JGY gets trodden into the mud and shit of life, even as he succeeds in raising the jin clans success through his actions and talents. Meanwhile, huaisang is thought to be a useless leech by others, untalented in the ways of ruling or anything that's deemed an actually respectable skill by clan leader standards. A pathetic little dude who doesn't know how to do anything, and yes, he does get cast as a headshaker in the eyes of the people, but it's never his background thats brought into question as to why he might be failing. It's considered a result of his personality, not his upbringing. And even then he doesn't get shit talked as much as JGY does. Huaisang has all the privilege that JGY was never afforded, and does that color JGYs view a bit? Does it make him just bitter enough that, when combined with his father’s looming threats and taunts, and Mingjue’s inability to ever let anything JGY does go, that he's willing to hurt huaisang in such a way, even just as a byproduct of his mission?

Huaisang’s plan is successful, bc people discount him as incompetent, yes, but also bc they still see him as a noble, as someone of enough inherent value, diminished though it may be, that he weilds that influence even when playing the fool. JGY doesn't get that respect even at his height of his power and competency as a ruler.

They are, neither of them, strong cultivators. But that factor only really affects JGY bc it means he has to fight even harder for acceptance and validation. Huaisang also gets the luxury of CHOOSING not to be a strong cultivator. Because his position in life IS secure, he can slack off. He is allowed to try his hardest to avoid the fate of his family and do his utmost not to cultivate in that manner. Which I think, too, causes some of the resentment. On both sides. Huaisang never has to work a day in his life, has barely any expectations to live up to and still gets the respect Meng Yao is constantly robbed of. And for huaisang- On top of killing his brother via musically-induced, full-bodied rage embolism, JGY is now also the reason that huaisang is thrust into a position he was entirely unprepared for way before he was supposed to be.

And we know, we KNOW that JGY is responsible for so many of Huaisang’s pretty little things. His beloved indulgences granted not by his own brother, but by his doting san-ge. Things that got burned or destroyed by Mingjue simplu for the fact that a) they were from JGY and B) they are not the type of things NMJ cosidereds respectabke hobbies or skills. A large number of his fans and painting supplies are gifts from JGY, and he stood up for and encouraged those hobbies against the person he probably fears the most at that point, Mingjue (even if he's already actively trying to kill him by then). And huaisang seemed genuinely pleased that JGY had found acceptance and was getting what he (thought he) wanted. The friendship and affection was real, just not near strong enough to withstand the crimes of the other.

And oh boy that divorce was rough and bloody and beautiful and tragic and I just love the messy nature of the relationship, how deep and how twisted it went and became. And i think, right up until the very end, JGY didn't truly want to believe that Huaisang was capable of doing this to him, I don't think he ever wanted to hurt huaisang again the way he had to when he killed Mingjue. Use him? Maybe. But not in a malicious way, not by his standards.

I am happy to read any sangyao content I can get, however! I love reading about them as companions on the mountain, growing together, bonding. Maybe young and in love? I love reading the gradual drifting apart. The years they schemed and used each other. The final divorce. And what comes after. Or what could never be. Any content, I will take, and it depends on where in cannon we are that a particular square is filled in.

Jgy had to fight for both acceptance and sheer survival, and huaisang never really had to do either. Except maybe during the ~10 years of the gap when Huaisang had figured him out, but was pretending to be useless to achieve his ends. You could argue the mindset that aside from just avenging his DaGe, he was also concerned about his own survival bc what if he became an Inconvienience instead of just the annoyance he was playing up to be? If he actually stood in Guanyao's way? It would be much easier to take him out than Mingjue, realistically. But what would be that threshold to have JGY actually do anything? Are Huaisang’s histrionics and uselessness useful to him? Or a result of guilty indulgence? Or left over fondness from a ti.e they were so close? Some combo of all? Who can say and I fucking love that uncertainty about them

Saying all that, these two are the poster child for OTP I don't want to end up together in Canon, lol. Unless it's one of the many time travel fix it aus, they simply have too much history and shared issues and rage between them to ever make sense working out. But their stories are so incomplete without the other, they are inexorably linked, and I just think they're neat!

(Please don't come for me cql fans. im sure I've misunderstood or posted an opinion that's utterly debatable on here. But like, also. I'm tired and I love them and I don't care.)

I have more to say about them that you'll probably get to hear at some point when we talk, but for now, they have BROKEN MY BRAIN.

Also, to all my fellow sangyao peeps: please feel free to send fic recs if you want. I am so hungry for the content.

#also do if ypu dont want to hear it do NOT ask my opinions on N*M*J* bc i have thoughts #that apparently a lot of ppl dont #and we are NOT invlusing fatal journey. a fun watch for like half the movie but also wildy out of character for everyone involved)#sangyao #cql #the untamed #meng yao #nie huaisang #I am not taking any notes on my taste level atm but thank you for fili g #also thanks to batthew for indulging me and letting me spout nonsense about my two favorite criminals in the jianghu #jin guangyao

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So sansa is gonna be the villain as a corpse queen with night king jon? they probably will d*e then since every story needs that. i always had the idea of arya having this type of legend love for the songs simply because no one expects it out of her and bc she is like known dead and no one knows KNOWS her which it serves the town folk legend when the story changes everytime and it’s like almost non believable because no one really knew her. but gendry and arya is literally the most normal and healthy relationship ever so Arya’s story could be more grounded and realistic since her character is more practical. so she would probably be continuing the stark line giving how she looks like a traditional stark and be in the end one of the smart minds getting through the world after the others and the winter and everything. we also have that huge pack of direwolves with nymeria as the queen. I think you mentioned a love triangle between two sisters which isn’t something I didn’t think before. Especially since arya says how sansa has everything. Jon returning and being darker, dying bc of Arya who turned out to not even be Arya, Arya being with another (Gendry), having Winterfell and being queen could be the sansa corpse queen and Jon Night King actually being together because of Arya.( maybe Sansa won’t have everything because Jon always loved Arya more sort of the Cat/Petyr/Lysa dynamic but reversed. And I can see Sansa giving everything for a love for the songs. Meanwhile Arya is more realistic and more into doing her duty. Kind of reverse with how we started where Arya is the wicked one who is always in the wrong and is alone meanwhile sansa is the good dutiful one who is almost to having everything friends loved be a queen etc. And it works in my opinon. Sansa is no queen or leader. She can be the beautiful tragical lady of the love songs just how she always wanted. And arya can be the queen of wolves who will also make history and be written in the books. She can be a leader most definitely. I also predicted how it’s only probably arya is gonna be alive by the end. like dany, cersei, sansa, are probably gonna be dead and only arya be the one alive. This is so long. Anyway byee~~

Hi Nonny,

Thanks for reading the essay and for the ask.

If you are asking if I think that Sansa and Jon will be dead as in permanently at the end of the story, then my answer is no. I think that like on the show, they will survive.

Specifically, regarding Sansa, if you are asking whether she will die, I can’t rule out that possibility. However, if she does, I believe that like Jon, she will return. Her death could also be symbolic, but I think that there is a good chance that it could be literal, and then she returns.

The reason that I can’t rule out the possibility of her dying is because as I’ve noted in various essays, the myth of Hades and Persephone is wrapped around the in-world myth of the Night’s King and his corpse queen, as well as the arcs of Jon and Sansa, and House Stark. Therefore, in some manner, Sansa needs to descend to the underworld. It could just be her descending to the lower levels of the crypt with Jon, which is something I think will happen, or it could be more.

Jon had to die to become NK/Hades, character…ruler of the underworld. The same could be true of Sansa, but as I said, it could be just a symbolic death like the one Persephone experienced in the Greek myth. Either way, she must return as Persephone did.

By the way, that’s why I predict that unlike on the show, Jon will never go down South to meet Dany. He’s never going to go to either KL or Dragonstone. The farthest south I expect Jon to make it is to the Trident when Ice does battle with Fire. I don’t even think that he will cross the river as he will symbolically be leaving his northern underworld demesne.

Symbolically, that’s why Ned, Brandon and their father, Rickard died. Ned, the previous Lord of the Icy Underworld crossed the Trident and overstayed his welcome. Brandon and Rickard, crossed and went into the lands of the enemy without an invitation or an army behind them.

On the other hand, Torhen, the Brandon who ruled after him, and Cregan all crossed at the invitation of the southern ruler and then promptly left. They didn't overstay their welcome. When Jon comes down with the northern army, he will be coming to do battle and thus will not be invited across.

Funnily enough, even though Sansa represents the icy corpse queen of the underworld, she can cross the Trident because like Persephone, she is also of the South and the land of fertility. I would not be surprised if she is the one who crosses and parlays with Dany. She represents Winter and Spring. She’s balanced. In fact, that’s what the Starks represent. They are the balance that’s necessary to bring things full circle and reunified the realm and sort out the issue with the seasons.

If you’ve read any of my previous essays, you know that I repeat ad nauseum that George is always consistent with his symbolism. Some of his symbolism and mythology is just there for world building purposes, as is the case of much of what you find in TWOIAF. However, the symbolism heavy symbolism in the central books and Dunk & Egg generally have meaning in the story proper.

Last weekend, I discovered again how true that is. I was doing a little work on my Florian and Jonquil series, and I started wondering about all the fire and water symbolism in Jon and Sansa’s arcs respectively.

Jon is understandable for obvious reason with his dragon ancestry, and Hades has fiery symbolism with Cerberus, his fiery hell hounds. Sansa is heavily associated with water, which makes sense if as I’ve proposed, she’s a greenseer and the corpse queen as I've proposed. George uses water to represent the green sea or the weirwood net and of course ice is made of water.

I realized that as the myth of Hades and Persephone were so closely tied to that of Night’s King and corpse queen, if Jon had fiery symbolism that matched Hades, Sansa’s water symbolism should find a match in Persephone’s tale as well. However, in all my readings, I didn’t remember coming across anything about the Greek Goddess and water, but then again, I had never specifically searched for any association between her and water. This time I did, and up it popped.

It was there all along and I just overlooked it because I had never considered Persephone’s water connection before. One of her names is Nestis, which means water. It was given to her by the Greek philosopher Empedocles. His teachings influenced Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates among others.

Empedocles is best known for originating the cosmogonic theory on the creation of the universe based on the four classical elements, Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. These elements were the stand-ins for Hera (earth), Zeus (air), Hades (fire) and Persephone (water).

"Now hear the fourfold roots of everything: Enlivening Hera, Hades, shining Zeus, and Nestis, moistening mortal springs with tears."

Of the four deities of Empedocles' elements, it is the name of Persephone alone that is taboo – Nestis is a euphemistic cult title – for she was also the terrible Queen of the Dead, whose name was not safe to speak aloud, who was euphemistically named simply as Kore or "the Maiden", a vestige of her archaic role as the deity ruling the underworld. Nestis means "the Fasting One" in ancient Greek.

—Wikipedia

Thus, we can see that George is again consistent. The fiery symbolism of Jon/Hades/NK is balanced by water symbolism of Sansa/Persephone/Corpse Queen of the Dead. And it’s Sansa, not Arya that he’s linking with Jon/Hades/NK as Persephone/Corpse Queen.

Regarding Arya, I think that originally, George did plan to make her the Persephone character to Jon’s Hades. However, his meandering garden style of writing led him to assigning that role to Sansa.

Will there be a triangle between the two sisters and Jon? No. I don’t think so. I wouldn’t call it a triangle per se, but I think that George is sticking to his original plan of conflict between Jon and Tyrion over a Stark sister, but in this case, it will be over Sansa. That’s why he married her to Tyrion instead of Joffrey as he originally planned.

While he’s not totally sold on the idea, Tyrion also thinks that Sansa could have participated in Joff’s murder and in setting him up to take the fall. Once he finds out that she was with Littlefinger, he will for sure think that she was involved and will want revenge, which portends conflict with Jon.

I do think that another Stark will suffer a permanent death in the books, this time because of Dany and Drogon’s fire. Considering her story arc as a Faceless Man and representative of the god of death, it would make sense if it was Arya. However, I think it will be Rickon.

I think Rickon will be the one because the foreshadowing is that Dany will kill and eat a fish. Arya is of course a Tully fish as well, but as has been a theme throughout her arc, she’s more like the Starks. Thus, I think the fish Dany and Drogon kills has to be either Bran, Sansa or Rickon. I don't think the first two dies, and thus that leaves only Rickon. However, I also think that Arya will kill one of the dragons around the Trident area, and I don’t rule out it being Drogon…especially if he’s the one that kills Rickon.

As for Arya and Gendry, I think that they will meet again. Will there be something romantic between them down the road? Possibly, but I doubt it. I think Arya’s tale may end very similar to how it played out on the show with her spending a few years at home in the North recovering and possibly carrying out jobs for the FM before heading west of Westeros. She won’t rule Winterfell. She doesn’t want to be Lady of a great castle. As she told her father, “that’s Sansa,” not her.

Sansa is the Lady of Winterfell. That’s the reason behind her direwolf’s name, and why Lady’s bones were returned to the north to Winterfell when she was killed. Sansa became Lady of Winterfell even before she has returned North.

There are many tragic aspects to Sansa’s story, but she’s without a doubt, a leader. We’re shown that over and over in the text from her saving Dontos from Joffrey to her calming the ladies and some of the men during the Battle of the Blackwater among other instances. I think that you are under the mistaken impression that to be a leader, you must be a fighter like Arya, but that’s as far from the truth as it possible to be.

I also put no value in the arguments that Sansa was mean to Arya. Yes. The sisters fought. Yes. Arya is jealous of Sansa and thinks that she is good at everything. Nonetheless, that is not Sansa’s fault, or because of anything she did. Arya is not interested in being like Sansa and doing what's expected of the Lady of the manor. That why try as she did, she never succeeded in being seamstress or learning the names and sigils of the various houses. That's not where her interest lies.

The sisters are different as the sun and the moon, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. Most sisters are. Most sisters also fight and sometimes call each other horrible things in anger, but at the end of the day, they love each other. This is the case for both Arya and Sansa. We know this because we get their thoughts on the page. And when they reunite, because of what both have been through, they will understand each other a bit more, and love each other a whole lot more. They will be pack.

#ask stormcloud #thoughts on this and that #arya's endgame #arya stark #sansa stark #jon snow #hades and persephone #the night's king #corpse queen #night's queen

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notjanine · 6 months

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i'm comfortably into my two part time jobs and still training for my third job (which'll eventually be part time up to full time).

this third job is like... i referred to it before as my ~dream job~, but that's only half true.

i'll be getting to do thing i've always wanted to do, but under a broader umbrella that includes things i never thought i'd get into. for years, ppl have been telling me that i should try it bc i'd be good at it, but i just assumed i wouldn't be. but now that i'm like 1/3 of the way through my (intense, partly self-assigned, mostly self-directed) training... i might actually be REALLY good at this. it's much more medically complicated and interesting than i thought, plus would actually allow me to use the deep foundational knowledge of food that i built from the same passion that brought me to this field in the first place.

but boss told me i have to declare sub-specialty areas of expertise, so they know what kinds of cases to give me. i'm like. i just started my career. and my other two jobs are in a totally different and basically irrelevant area. i started building my bio for the website and i was freaking out bc the only areas i could think of were like. conditions/identities i have or my loved ones have. that's fake bullshit! experience does not equal expertise!

but then i remembered that my own perspective has driven my experience in preparing for this field. throughout my higher level academic practice, internship experience, and even formal recreational learning, i have consistently chosen to do work that revolves around these facets of my life. i once joked with my best friend that the running throughline of my gradschool experience was i love autistic people and fat people and trans people actually. i chose to focus on those things and developed expertise out of that love! and i also had to remind myself that sometimes it's not all about expertise. it's also about familiarity and comfort. when you have to be vulnerable with someone, having to educate them about the basics of your lived experience is an extra burden. if you don't have to worry about that, you can put more energy into working on the things that matter to you.

i do not love my chronic illness, however, but suffering can be a good motivator, so i have learned so much about it just so i can try to live with it. i have a pubmed alert set up to send me every new study about it for fucks sake. it's a weird little illness and most of the good data on it is very very fresh (<5 years), so it's hard to find a healthcare practitioner who knows how to treat it well. for example, my old doc put me on a treatment regimen that i now know--with MY expertise--may have caused permanent damage to my body! the benefits did not outweigh the risks! but it's standard therapy. it shouldn't be! and now i can be loud about that, with evidence that i can present to the people who make those decisions!

anyway, it's cool to know that everything i've been through is now benefiting me as a professional. and to know that my loved ones have not only supported me through all this, but also made me better so that i can help them and more people like them. plus, my job will put me in a position to argue work with doctors! which i was dreading, but now i'm kind of looking forward to!

i'm getting to a point where i've barely started my career but i can start to see how it'll go, pivoting in a different direction than i initially planned, but maybe one that'll be better! i worry that i will become a workaholic like my mom, but maybe again my illness will be a benefit, because maybe my body won't LET me do that. i'm excited to see what will happen! but for now, lemme get back to my studying.

#this ended up being more than i intended but oh well i'm excited #less exciting? yesterday i found out i will be the only (one (1)) (only) black practitioner in this specialty in the region #the only black person. doing this job. in the entire region. it's a big region. with A LOT of people in it #this city alone is one of the biggest in the country.#apparently the next closest black practitioner is more than a hundred miles away. and doesn't take insurance.#i'm not sure how to feel about this yet #but now that i've gotten this far i know exactly how fucked up the system is so. maybe i can work on that problem too.

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Okay but Fire spending his time strengthening friendships in other clans and maybe bringing them a tad closer kind of fits with the whole plot of PO3 in a way. Like he’s bringing them closer, a figurehead for changing times. When the clans figure out that his grand children have the powers to literally save them all? He’s a legend. (And I mean his daughters both being pretty popular and trusted cats especially Squilf who was on the journey)

The three trust in Firestar as everyone else does so when he dies in some mysterious patrol, his chest ripped apart in a show of silencing the biggest bargainer of new ideas the clans have ever had? It’s a act of war and the clans grow tenser. Slowly worse things start to happen to the fire fam, the secrets revealed, Leaf steps down, Squirrel is practically reduced to a outside inside camp by her mate, and then Holly kills one of their own clanmates! It’s all hell. Only for her to disappear after threatening to kill Leaf who they know so their mother. When Jay learns the only way they’ll be able to defeat the supernatural forces threatening to destroy them is to team up as one clan instead of four he’s distraught. The clans can barley get through a gathering for the stars sake how could they ever join together!

But the one thing that stayed true is the force of cats across the clans that Firestar had made such big impacts on they’d never leave his name to die. With their activism and cries to get it together the clans join together to defeat the cats. Firestar would still be the fourth cat but not in some prophetic way. He’s apart of saving the clans bc of the marks he left on them to really grow and stop fighting over petty nonsense. Maybe some new law would be made that shows of his name like “Bonds in Fire” that is set so when a real danger faces the clans they don’t just let one of them die out, which would draw super well into the next arc where his grandson Alder brings back the clan who was lost bc of a lack of trust.

Last note I think Fire dying early really makes his impact hit a lot more instead of how it was done in PO3 where he just dies in the end? I think he’d die like maybe two books before the great battle or if you squished OOTS and PO3 together he’d die by the fourth.

Gahhhhh, you're right that WOULD be so much stronger. Especially the mystery angle of it; who killed Firestar? His deputy Brackenfur would have been taken out shortly before, as well, since Bracken is going to be the deputy from the end of TNP up to OotS. ThunderClan desperately trying to find out, Bramblestar being a new leader and causing division in the clan...

And the metaphorical aspect of it all. That he was the fourth, not physically, but spiritually. That Fire Alone saved the clans, one last time, cementing the permanent change in Clan Culture.

(Scene of Jayfeather screaming, crying, begging for a new prophecy and they tell him "Fire Alone Will Save T--" "YOU CANT EVEN GIVE ME A NEW ONE?? YOURE NOT EVEN ALIVE YOU HAVE THE TIME TO CHANGE THE WORDING A LITTLE")

Though I will veto the Bonds in Fire idea; only because I have hard plans to make the "Law of the Lake" an addition to the code in AVoS! That's going to be what they build to, it forms after SkyClan rejoins. The last bit of waffling they have before making it official.

(I also want to explicitly base it off of a Tribe philosophy, something the Clans have been slowly adopting.)

Other stuff I'd have to change...

Brackenfur would need a new death. I was going to kill him in the Great Battle, and have Firestar name Bramble as his deputy with his dying breath, but he would need to die before him to set up Bramblestar. Bramblestar must happen.

I would have to delete a cool fight idea I had for Tiger vs Fire I was gonna have a big reference to Fire's TPB fighting style. Tigerstar breaks his neck with a sickening crunch. He drops to the ground, limp, and Tigerstar laughs in triumph The clans are horrified, someone screams, but Graystripe is unbothered. "How quick Tigerstar is to forget," he muses, as a starry figure rises from the broken body, "Firestar's favorite move is playing dead." (cut to a picture of me wildly smashing two littlest pet shop figures together)

I'd also need to figure out how Firestar actually dies... Because that is a plot point I can't leave without an answer. Who killed him? Who was even capable of killing him? I do have Sol I can use (a dude who is getting a massive buff), I could have a Dark Forest trainee stalk him (hmm... Breezepelt?)

POWER OF THREE HARD

I WILL CONSIDER THIS.

#Firestar #Brackenfur #Bramblestar #Power of Three #Bonefall Rewrite

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A Tribute to the Olympic Games

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A Tribute and Summary of the History of the Olympic Games

BY: Greek Cooking Made Easy SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL: https://www.youtube.com/greekcookingmadeeasy

Greece is the country that gave birth to the ancient Olympic Games over 2,700 years ago, and the country where the modern Olympic Games were revived in 1896.

The Ancient Years The roots of the Olympic Spirit can be found in the ancient Greek civilization. The ancient Olympic Games seem to date back to 776 BC, because no names of winners were known before that date. The ancient plains of Olympia in the Peloponnese, famous as the location of magnificent temples dedicated to the worship of God Zeus and Goddess Hera, served as the Games’ permanent site. The games were held every four years.

The competitions were strongly religious events, combining spiritual aspects with the trials of sport. Their significance was great, since they seemed to be the most important athletic event for the whole of Greece (city-states). The Greeks even measured their years by reference to the Olympics! Thousands of people came from all over Greece to compete or watch. If there was a war, there was a truce around the time of the Olympics to allow all competitors to go. The Olympic Truce or “ekeheiria” meaning the ceasing of hostilities during the duration of the games was inextricably linked with the concept of the Olympic Spirit. Most spectators slept in the open or in tents. There was no city at ancient Olympia, just the sanctuary, and sporting venues.

The Games initially included a one-day event until 684 BC, when they were expanded to three days and later on (5th century BC) to five days. In addition to athletic events, there were also religious ceremonies and banquets. Only male citizens were allowed to compete. All slaves, all women and men who had committed certain crimes were excluded. Women weren't even allowed to watch, apart from a priestess of Demeter and possibly also girls. For some of the events, there were also competitions for boys. There were far fewer sports than in the modern Olympics. The main events were: the foot races, wrestling, the pentathlon, boxing, chariot racing, equestrian sports, juggling, but also music, oratory and theatre performances.

Participation was more important than victory itself. The prizes for winning competitions at the Olympics were very simple. The ultimate award was a wreath of “kotinos”, made of olive tree branches and fame!

Each polis (city-state) was eager to have one of its citizens win and so would offer all kinds of additional prizes to any of its citizens who won. These might include front row seats at festivals or even free meals for life. A winner also had the right to erect a statue of himself at Olympia. Poets might also be commissioned to write a poem about the winner. There were no second or third prizes. When Greece was incorporated into the Roman Empire (27 BC), the Games were open to Roman officials, emperors even, and eventually to all citizens of the vast dominion: Egyptians, Spaniards, Syrians, Armenians and others, which means that the Olympic Games were no longer merely panhellenic- they had become universal. For nearly 12 centuries the Games were staged every four years (with over 290 Games being held), until in 393 AD, the Roman Emperor Theodosius prohibited their continuation, believing them to be a pagan ritual. Olympia was ruined by earthquakes, fires, floods and suffered the ravages of barbarian invaders. Olympia didn’t exist anymore.

The revival of the Olympic Games Olympia was buried under river-silt and it was 1,000 years before Olympia’s buildings were seen again. Archaeologists began the search for Olympia in the 18th century, but the most important excavations were carried out between 1875 and 1891, by the German Archaeological Institute. Directed by Professor Ernst Curtius, a team unearthed the remains of almost all the buildings.

They found 130 statues and more than 6,000 clay, gold, and bronze objects!

Professor Curtius made the initial suggestion to revive the ancient Olympic Games – an idea brought to fruition in the early 1890’s by the French Baron Pierre de Coubertin.

A Parisian nobleman and an admirer of ancient Greek civilization, de Coubertin believed that a revival of the ancient Olympic Games could serve as an important role model for sporting values and a venue for the young people of the world to meet in peaceful athletic competition. Under his enthusiasm and guidance, the movement of Olympic revival was born. A Congress for the reestablishment of the Olympic Games was held in Sorbonne in June 1894. Seventy-nine delegates from around the world convened for 8 days and a unanimous vote was taken to revive the Olympic Games. On the same year, de Coubertin founded the International Olympic Committee (IOC), a non-profit organization charged with the responsibility of supervising and organizing the Olympic Games. Dimitris Vikelas, the Greek delegate, was elected the first IOC President.

Although de Coubertin’s original idea was to hold the first games in 1900 in Paris, Vikelas succeeded in persuading the IOC to move the day forward, so that the first modern games, would take place in Greece, the country to whose heritage the ancient Olympic Games belonged.

The 1st Modern Olympic Games of 1896 The first modern Olympics were organized in 1896 and were awarded to Athens, Greece as an honor to the country where the ancient Olympics were born. An estimated crowd of 100,000 gathered to watch the first games. The first Olympics featured over 43 events in ten sports.

The revival of the ancient Olympics attracted 241 athletes (0 women) from 14 nations, with the largest delegations coming from Greece, Germany and France. On 6 April 1896, the American James Connolly won the triple jump to become the first Olympic champion in more than 1,500 years. Winners were awarded a silver medal and a crown of olive branches. The German athlete Karl Schumann finished in the top four in four different events. The people of Athens greeted the Games with great enthusiasm. Their support was rewarded when a Greek shepherd, Spiridon Louis, won the most popular event, the Marathon. Athens hosted again the Olympic Games in 2004.

International Olympic Committee (IOC) Diplomats 

In order to make the IOC an independent organization, the members of the IOC are not considered diplomats from their countries to the IOC, but rather are diplomats from the IOC to their respective countries.

Interesting Olympic Facts A City, Not a Country: When choosing locations for the Olympic Games, the IOC specifically gives the honor of holding the Games to a city rather than a country.

Gymnasium 

The word "gymnasium" comes from the Greek root "gymnos" meaning nude; the literal meaning of "gymnasium" is "school for naked exercise." Athletes in the ancient Olympic Games would participate in the nude.

Stadium 

The first recorded ancient Olympic Games were held in 776 BCE with only one event - the stade.

The stade was a unit of measurement (about 600 feet) that also became the name of the footrace because it was the distance run. Since the track for the stade (race) was a stade (length), the location of the race became the stadium.

Photos from my family’s visit in ancient Olympia

Counting Olympiads 

An Olympiad is a period of four successive years. The Olympic Games celebrate each Olympiad. For the modern Olympic Games, the first Olympiad celebration was in 1896. Every four years celebrates another Olympiad; thus, even the Games that were cancelled (1916, 1940, and 1944) count as Olympiads.

The Official Olympic Flag 

Created by Pierre de Coubertin in 1914, the Olympic flag contains five interconnected rings on a white background. The five rings symbolize the five significant continents and are interconnected to symbolize the friendship to be gained from these international competitions. The rings, from left to right, are blue, yellow, black, green, and red. The colors were chosen because at least one of them appeared on the flag of every country in the world. The Olympic flag was first flown during the 1920 Olympic Games.

The Olympic Motto

 In 1921, Pierre de Coubertin, founder of the modern Olympic Games, borrowed a Latin phrase from his friend, Father Henri Didon, for the Olympic motto: Citius, Altius, Fortius ("Swifter, Higher, Stronger").

The Olympic Oath

 Pierre de Coubertin wrote an oath for the athletes to recite at each Olympic Games. During the opening ceremonies, one athlete recites the oath on behalf of all the athletes. The Olympic oath was first taken during the 1920 Olympic Games by Belgian fencer Victor Boin. The Olympic Oath states: "In the name of all competitors, I promise that we shall take part in these Olympic Games, respecting and abiding by the rules that govern them, in the true spirit of sportsmanship, for the glory of sport and the honor of our teams."

The Olympic Creed

 Pierre de Coubertin got the idea for this phrase from a speech given by Bishop Ethelbert Talbot at a service for Olympic champions during the 1908 Olympic Games. The Olympic Creed reads: "The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well."

The Medals 

The Olympic medals are designed especially for each individual Olympic Games by the host city's organizing committee. Each medal must be at least three millimeters thick and 60 millimeters in diameter. Also, the gold and silver Olympic medals must be made out of 92.5 percent silver, with the gold medal covered in six grams of gold.

Real Gold Medals 

The last Olympic gold medals that were made entirely out of gold were awarded in 1912.

The Olympic Flame 

The Olympic flame is a practice continued from the ancient Olympic Games. In Olympia (Greece), a flame was ignited by the sun and then kept burning until the closing of the Olympic Games. The flame first appeared in the modern Olympics at the 1928 Olympic Games, in Amsterdam. The flame itself represents a number of things, including purity and the endeavor for perfection. In 1936, the chairman of the organizing committee for the 1936 Olympic Games, Carl Diem, suggested what is now the modern Olympic Torch relay. The Olympic flame is lit at the ancient site of Olympia by women wearing ancient-style robes and using a curved mirror and the sun.

The Olympic Torch is then passed from runner to runner from the ancient site of Olympia to the Olympic stadium in the hosting city. The flame is then kept alight until the Games have concluded. The Olympic Torch relay represents a continuation from the ancient Olympic Games to the modern Olympics.

Opening Ceremony 

The first opening ceremony was held during the 1908 Olympic Games in London. During the opening ceremony of all the Olympic Games, the procession of athletes is always led by the Greek delegation (team), followed by all the other teams in alphabetical order (in the language of the hosting country), except for the last team which is always the team of the hosting country.

Women participating 

Women were first allowed to participate in 1900, at the second modern Olympic Games.

The First Marathon 

In 490 BCE, Pheidippides, a Greek soldier, ran from Marathon to Athens (about 25 miles) to inform the Athenians the outcome of the battle with invading Persians. The distance was filled with hills and other obstacles; thus Pheidippides arrived in Athens exhausted and with bleeding feet. After telling the townspeople of the Greeks' success in the battle, Pheidippides fell to the ground dead. In 1896, at the first modern Olympic Games, a race was held of approximately the same length in commemoration of Pheidippides.

The Exact Length of a Marathon 

During the first several modern Olympics, the marathon was always an approximate distance. In 1908, the British royal family requested that the marathon starts at the Windsor Castle so that the royal children could witness its start. The distance from the Windsor Castle to the Olympic Stadium was 42,195 meters (or 26 miles and 385 yards). In 1924, this distance became the standardized length of a marathon.

Cancelled Games 

Because of World War I and World War II, there were no Olympic Games in 1916, 1940, or 1944. In 2020, Olympic Games that were supposed to be hosted in Tokyo were postponed due to the Covid-19 pandemic. They will be held in the Summer of 2021, but without live spectators for the 1st time in its history!!

Winter Games Begun 

The winter Olympic Games were first held in Chamonix in 1924, beginning a tradition of holding them a few months earlier and in a different city than the summer Olympic Games.

From 1994, the winter Olympic Games were held in completely different years (two years apart) than the summer Games.

The History of Olympic truce A truce (in Greek, ekecheiria, which literally means "holding of hands") was announced before and during each of the Olympic festivals, to allow visitors to travel safely to Olympia. Shortly prior to the start of the Olympics, three "spondophoroi" wearing crowns of olive branches, would leave Elis to announce the truce. Initially this was for one month but later on, (from the 5th century B.C.), three months, (calculated from the day of departure of the "spondophoroi"). During the sacred truce, athletes and spectators could travel unmolested to Olympia. An inscription describing the truce was written on a bronze discus which was displayed at Olympia. During the truce, wars were suspended, armies were prohibited from entering Elis (present-day Ileia), or threatening the Games, and legal disputes and the carrying out of death penalties were forbidden. Any violation of the ceasefire was considered irreverence to Zeus himself, to whom the event was dedicated. Apart from a few exceptions, the truce was observed as being sacred in view of the fact that for the Greeks the athletic festivals were of great significance. Mention is made of King Philip the Second of Macedonia, father of Alexander the Great, who sought pardon and paid the penalty when one of his mercenaries impeded the Athenian Phrynon from travelling to Olympia to attend the festival.

International Olympic Truce Foundation The mission of the International Olympic Truce Foundation is to promote the Olympic ideals, to serve peace, friendship and international understanding. In particular, to uphold the observance of the Olympic Truce, calling for all hostilities to cease during the Olympic Games and beyond, and mobilizing the youth of the world in the cause of peace. The International Olympic Truce Centre is dedicated to creating the necessary support framework for the observance of the Olympic Truce and for the global promotion of a Culture of Peace, in accordance with the principles and policies established by the Foundation.

The legacy of being an Olympic Athlete In ancient times, like today, to be an Olympic athlete was a supreme honour. Ancient Olympic champions were looked after by their fellow townsfolk for the rest of their lives, although they also enjoyed the redoubtable honour of fighting in the front line. Today, nearly 100,000 athletes who have competed in the Olympic Games, better known as Olympians, spread the values of Olympism around the world. Their performance and courage symbolize the Olympic spirit. Each Olympian bears a message of sharing, respect and resolve.

The Olympic Hymn 

The Olympic Hymn, played when the Olympic Flag is raised, was composed by Spyros Samaras and the words were added by the poet Kostis Palamas. The Olympic Hymn was first played at the 1896 Olympic Games in Athens but wasn't declared the official hymn by the IOC until 1957.

The Olympic Hymn translated in English: “Olympian flame immortal Whose beacon lights our way Emblaze our hearts with the fires of hope On this momentous day

As now we come across the world To share these Games of old Let all the flags of every land In brotherhood unfold

Sing out each nation, voices strong Rise up in harmony All hail our brave Olympians With strains of victory

Olympic light burn on and on O'er seas and mountains and plains Unite, inspire, bring honor To these ascending games”

Thank you for reading through my tribute. All information was researched and gathered from many different resources incl. Wikipedia.

Αφιέρωμα και περιληπτική Ιστορία των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων

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Η Ελλάδα είναι η χώρα που γέννησε τους αρχαίους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες πριν από 2.700 χρόνια και η χώρα όπου οι σύγχρονοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες αναβίωσαν το 1896.

Τα αρχαία χρόνια Οι ρίζες του Ολυμπιακού Πνεύματος βρίσκονται στον αρχαίο Ελληνικό πολιτισμό. Οι αρχαίοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες φαίνεται να χρονολογούνται από το 776 π.Χ., επειδή δεν υπήρχαν γνωστά ονόματα νικητών πριν από αυτήν την ημερομηνία. Οι πεδιάδες της Ολυμπίας στην Πελοπόννησο, γνωστές ως η τοποθεσία των υπέροχων ναών αφιερωμένων στη λατρεία του Θεού Δία και της Θεάς Ήρας, χρησίμευαν ως μόνιμος χώρος των Αγώνων.

Οι αγώνες διεξήγονταν κάθε τέσσερα χρόνια. Οι αγώνες είχαν έντονο θρησκευτικό χαρακτήρα, συνδυάζοντας πνευματικές πτυχές μαζί με τις αθλητικές προσπάθειες. Η σημασία τους ήταν μεγάλη, καθώς φαινόταν να είναι το πιο σημαντικό αθλητικό γεγονός για ολόκληρη την Ελλάδα (πόλεις-κράτη). Οι Έλληνες μετρούσαν ακόμη και τα χρόνια τους με αναφορά στους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες! Χιλιάδες άνθρωποι μαζευόντουσαν από όλη την Ελλάδα για να αγωνιστούν ή να παρακολουθήσουν. Εάν υπήρχε πόλεμος, γινόταν ανακωχή γύρω από την εποχή των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων που θα επέτρεπε σε όλους τους διαγωνιζόμενους να πάνε. Η «Ολυμπιακή Εκεχειρία» που σημαίνει διακοπή των εχθροπραξιών κατά τη διάρκεια των αγώνων συνδέθηκε άρρηκτα με την έννοια του Ολυμπιακού Πνεύματος. Οι περισσότεροι θεατές κοιμόντουσαν στο ύπαιθρο ή σε σκηνές. Δεν υπήρχε πόλη στην αρχαία Ολυμπία, μόνο το ιερό και οι αθλητικοί χώροι.

Οι Αγώνες αρχικά ήταν γεγονός μιας μέρας, έως το 684 π.Χ., όταν επεκτάθηκαν σε τρεις ημέρες και αργότερα (5ος αιώνας π.Χ.) σε πέντε ημέρες. Εκτός από αθλητικές εκδηλώσεις, υπήρχαν επίσης θρησκευτικές τελετές και δεξιώσεις. Μόνο άντρες πολίτες είχαν τη δυνατότητα να διαγωνιστούν. Αποκλείονταν όλοι οι σκλάβοι, όλες οι γυναίκες και οι άνδρες που είχαν διαπράξει ορισμένα εγκλήματα. Δεν επιτρεπόταν καν στις γυναίκες να παρακολουθήσουν, εκτός από μια ιέρεια της θεάς Δήμητρας και πιθανώς κορίτσια. Για μερικές από τις εκδηλώσεις, υπήρχαν επίσης διαγωνισμοί για ανήλικα αγόρια. Υπήρχαν πολύ λιγότερα αθλήματα από ό, τι στους σύγχρονους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες.

Οι κύριες εκδηλώσεις ήταν: το τρέξιμο, η πάλη, το πένταθλο, η πυγμαχία, οι αγώνες με άρμα, τα ιππικά αθλήματα, η ταχυδακτυλουργία, αλλά και η μουσική, η ρητορική και οι θεατρικές παραστάσεις. Η συμμετοχή ήταν πιο σημαντική από την ίδια τη νίκη. Τα βραβεία για τη νίκη στους Ολυμπιακούς αγώνες ήταν πολύ απλά. Το απόλυτο βραβείο ήταν ένα στεφάνι από «κότινο», φτιαγμένο δηλ. από κλαδιά ελιάς και η φήμη!

Κάθε πόλη-κράτος ήθελε πολύ να κερδίσει ένας από τους πολίτες της και έτσι προσέφερε κάθε είδους πρόσθετα έπαθλα σε οποιονδήποτε από τους πολίτες της κέρδιζε. Αυτά μπορεί να περιλάμβαναν καθίσματα πρώτης σειράς σε φεστιβάλ ή ακόμη και δωρεάν γεύματα για όλη τους τη ζωή. Ένας νικητής είχε επίσης το δικαίωμα να ανεγείρει το άγαλμα του στην Ολυμπία. Μπορούσε ακόμα και να ανατεθεί στους ποιητές να γράψουν ένα ποίημα για τον νικητή. Δεν υπήρχε δεύτερο ή τρίτο βραβείο. Όταν η Ελλάδα ενσωματώθηκε στη Ρωμαϊκή Αυτοκρατορία (27 π.Χ.), οι Αγώνες ήταν ανοιχτοί σε Ρωμαίους αξιωματούχους, ακόμα και αυτοκράτορες, αλλά επίσης και σε πολίτες της τεράστιας αυτοκρατορίας: Αιγύπτιοι, Ισπανοί, Σύριοι, Αρμένιοι και άλλοι, πράγμα που σημαίνει ότι οι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες δεν ήταν πλέον απλώς πανελλήνιοι - είχαν γίνει διεθνείς. Για σχεδόν 12 αιώνες οι Αγώνες διοργανώνονταν κάθε τέσσερα χρόνια (με τη διεξαγωγή περισσότερων από 290 Αγώνες), μέχρι το 393 μ.Χ., όταν ο Ρωμαίος αυτοκράτορας Θεοδόσιος απαγόρευσε τη συνέχισή τους, θεωρώντας τους ειδωλολατρική τελετή. Η Ολυμπία καταστράφηκε από σεισμούς, πυρκαγιές, πλημμύρες και υπέστη καταστροφές από βάρβαρους εισβολείς. Η Ολυμπία δεν υπήρχε πια.

Η αναβίωση των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων Η Ολυμπία θάφτηκε κάτω από τη λάσπη του ποταμού και πέρασαν 1.000 χρόνια πριν τα κτήρια της ξαναδούν το φως. Οι αρχαιολόγοι ξεκίνησαν την αναζήτηση για την Ολυμπία τον 18ο αιώνα, αλλά οι σημαντικότερες ανασκαφές πραγματοποιήθηκαν μεταξύ 1875 και 1891, από το Γερμανικό Αρχαιολογικό Ινστιτούτο. Κάτω από την εποπτεία του καθηγητή Ernst Curtius, μια ομάδα ξεκίνησε την ανασκαφή των υπολειμμάτων σχεδόν όλων των κτιρίων.

Βρέθηκαν τότε 130 αγάλματα και περισσότερα από 6.000 πήλινα, χρυσά και χάλκινα αντικείμενα!

Ο καθηγητής Curtius έκανε την αρχική πρόταση για αναβίωση των αρχαίων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων - μια ιδέα που πραγματοποιήθηκε στις αρχές της δεκαετίας του 1890 από τον Γάλλο βαρόνο Pierre de Coubertin.

Παρισινός ευγενής και θαυμαστής του αρχαίου Ελληνικού πολιτισμού, ο de Coubertin πίστευε ότι η αναβίωση των αρχαίων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων θα μπορούσε να χρησιμεύσει ως σημαντικό πρότυπο για τις αθλητικές αξίες και ως χώρος για τους νέους του κόσμου να συναντηθούν σε έναν ειρηνικό αθλητικό διαγωνισμό. Υπό τον ενθουσιασμό και την καθοδήγησή του, γεννήθηκε το κίνημα της Ολυμπιακής αναβίωσης. Συνέδριο για την αποκατάσταση των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων πραγματοποιήθηκε στη Σορβόννη τον Ιούνιο του 1894. Συγκλήθηκαν εβδομήντα εννέα εκπρόσωποι από όλο τον κόσμο για 8 ημέρες και έγινε ομόφωνη ψηφοφορία για την αναβίωση των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων. Την ίδια χρονιά, ο de Coubertin ίδρυσε τη Διεθνή Ολυμπιακή Επιτροπή (ΔΟΕ), μια μη κερδοσκοπική οργάνωση επιφορτισμένη με την εποπτεία και τη διοργάνωση των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων. Ο Δημήτρης Βικέλας, Έλληνας εκπρόσωπος, εξελέγη ο 1ος Πρόεδρος της ΔΟΕ.

Παρόλο που η αρχική ιδέα του de Coubertin ήταν να πραγματοποιήσει τους πρώτους αγώνες το 1900 στο Παρίσι, ο Βικέλας κατάφερε να πείσει την ΔΟΕ να γίνουν νωρίτερα, έτσι ώστε οι πρώτοι σύγχρονοι αγώνες να διεξαχθούν στην Ελλάδα, τη χώρα στην οποία ανήκε η κληρονομιά των αρχαίων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων.

Οι 1οι Σύγχρονοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες του 1896 Οι πρώτοι σύγχρονοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες διοργανώθηκαν το 1896 και απονεμήθηκαν στην Αθήνα, ως τιμή για τη χώρα όπου γεννήθηκαν οι αρχαίοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες. Εκτιμάται ότι συγκεντρώθηκαν περίπου 100.000 άνθρωποι για να τους παρακολουθήσουν. Οι πρώτοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες παρουσίασαν πάνω από 43 εκδηλώσεις σε δέκα αθλήματα.

Η αναβίωση των αρχαίων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων προσέλκυσε 241 αθλητές (0 γυναίκες) από 14 χώρες, με τις μεγαλύτερες αντιπροσωπείες να προέρχονται από την Ελλάδα, τη Γερμανία και τη Γαλλία. Στις 6 Απριλίου 1896, ο Αμερικανός Τζέιμς Κόνολι κέρδισε το τριπλό άλμα και έγινε ο πρώτος Ολυμπιονίκης μετά από 1.500 χρόνια. Στους νικητές απονεμήθηκε ένα ασημένιο μετάλλιο και ένα στεφάνι από κλαδιά ελιάς. Ο Γερμανός αθλητής Karl Schumann τερμάτισε στους τέσσερις πρώτους σε τέσσερα διαφορετικ�� αθλήματα. Οι άνθρωποι της Αθήνας χαιρέτησαν τους Αγώνες με μεγάλο ενθουσιασμό. Η υποστήριξή τους ανταμείφθηκε όταν ένας Έλληνας βοσκός, ο Σπύρος Λούης, κέρδισε το πιο δημοφιλές αθλητικό γεγονός, τον Μαραθώνιο. Η Αθήνα φιλοξένησε ξανά τους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες το 2004.

Διπλωμάτες της Διεθνούς Ολυμπιακής Επιτροπής (ΔΟΕ) Για να καταστεί η ΔΟΕ ανεξάρτητη οργάνωση, τα μέλη της ΔΟΕ δεν θεωρούνται διπλωμάτες από τις χώρες τους στην ΔΟΕ, αλλά αντίστροφα διπλωμάτες από την ΔΟΕ στις αντίστοιχες χώρες τους.

Ενδιαφέροντα Ολυμπιακά Γεγονότα Πόλη, όχι Χώρα: Κατά την επιλογή τοποθεσίας για τους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες, η ΔΟΕ δίνει συγκεκριμένα την τιμή να διοργανώσει τους Αγώνες μια πόλη και όχι μια χώρα.

Γυμνάσιο Η λέξη "Γυμνάσιο" προέρχεται από την ελληνική ρίζα "γυμνός". Η κυριολεκτική έννοια του «γυμνασίου» είναι «σχολείο άσκησης γυμνών». Οι αθλητές στους αρχαίους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες συμμετείχαν γυμνοί.

Στάδιο Οι πρώτοι αρχαίοι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες πραγματοποιήθηκαν το 776 π.Χ. με ένα μόνο γεγονός - το τρέξιμο.

Το στάδιο ήταν μια μονάδα μέτρησης (περίπου 600 πόδια). Δεδομένου ότι η πίστα για τον αγώνα τρεξίματος μεγάλης απόστασης είχε συγκεκριμένο μήκος, η τοποθεσία του αγώνα ονομάστηκε «στάδιο».

Φωτογραφίες από την επίσκεψη της οικογενείας μου στην Αρχαία Ολυμπία!

Καταμέτρηση Ολυμπιάδων Μια Ολυμπιάδα είναι μια περίοδος τεσσάρων διαδοχικών ετών. Οι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες γιορτάζουν κάθε Ολυμπιάδα. Για τους σύγχρονους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες, η πρώτη γιορτή της Ολυμπιάδας ήταν το 1896. Κάθε τέσσερα χρόνια γιορτάζει μια νέα Ολυμπιάδα. Έτσι, ακόμη και οι Αγώνες που ακυρώθηκαν (1916, 1940 και 1944), υπολογίζονται ως Ολυμπιάδες.

Η Επίσημη Ολυμπιακή Σημαία Δημιουργία του Pierre de Coubertin το 1914, η Ολυμπιακή σημαία περιέχει πέντε διασυνδεδεμένους δακτυλίους σε λευκό φόντο. Οι πέντε δακτύλιοι (κ��κλοι) συμβολίζουν τις πέντε σημαντικές ηπείρους και συνδέονται μεταξύ τους για να συμβολίσουν τη φιλία που θα αποκτηθεί από τους αγώνες. Οι δακτύλιοι, από αριστερά προς τα δεξιά, είναι μπλε, κίτρινο, μαύρο, πράσινο και κόκκινο. Τα χρώματα επιλέχθηκαν επειδή τουλάχιστον ένα από αυτά εμφανίζεται στη σημαία κάθε χώρας στον κόσμο. Η Ολυμπιακή σημαία κυμάνθηκε για πρώτη φορά στους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες του 1920.

Το Ολυμπιακό σύνθημα Το 1921, ο Pierre de Coubertin, ιδρυτής των σύγχρονων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων, δανείστηκε μια λατινική φράση από τον φίλο του, Πατέρα Henri Didon, για το Ολυμπιακό σύνθημα: Citius, Altius, Fortius ("Πιο Γρήγορα, Πιο Ψηλά, Πιο Δυνατά").

Ο Ολυμπιακός Όρκος Ο Πιέρ ντε Κουμπέρτιν έγραψε έναν όρκο για τους αθλητές ώστε να τον απαγγέλλουν σε κάθε Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες. Κατά την τελετή έναρξης, ένας αθλητής απαγγέλλει τον όρκο εκ μέρους όλων των αθλητών. Ο Ολυμπιακός όρκος ακούστηκε για πρώτη φορά κατά τη διάρκεια των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων του 1920 από τον Βέλγο αθλητή ξιφασκίας Victor Boin. Ο Ολυμπιακός Όρκος δηλώνει «Στο όνομα όλων των αγωνιζομένων, υπόσχομαι ότι θα λάβουμε μέρος σε αυτούς τους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες, σεβόμενοι και τηρώντας τους κανόνες που τους διέπουν, με το πραγματικό πνεύμα της αθλητικότητας, για τη δόξα του αθλητισμού και την τιμή των ομάδων μας».

Το Ολυμπιακό Πιστεύω Ο Pierre de Coubertin πήρε την ιδέα για αυτή τη φράση από μια ομιλία που έδωσε ο Επίσκοπος Ethelbert Talbot σε δεξίωση για Ολυμπιονίκες κατά τη διάρκεια των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων του 1908. Το Ολυμπιακό Πιστεύω λέει: "Το πιο σημαντικό πράγμα στους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες δεν είναι να κερδίσεις αλλά να συμμετέχεις, όπως και το πιο σημαντικό πράγμα στη ζωή δεν είναι ο θρίαμβος αλλά ο αγώνας. Το βασικό είναι να μην έχεις κατακτήσει αλλά να έχεις αγωνιστεί καλά."

Τα Μετάλλια Τα Ολυμπιακά μετάλλια σχεδιάζονται ειδικά για κάθε συγκεκριμένους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες από την οργανωτική επιτροπή της πόλης υποδοχής. Κάθε μετάλλιο πρέπει να έχει πάχος τουλάχιστον τρία χιλιοστά και διάμετρο 60 χιλιοστά. Επίσης, τα χρυσά και ασημένια ολυμπιακά μετάλλια πρέπει να είναι από 92,5 % ασήμι, με το χρυσό μετάλλιο να καλύπτεται από έξι γραμμάρια χρυσού.

Αληθινά Χρυσά μετάλλια Τα τελευταία ολυμπιακά χρυσά μετάλλια που έγιναν εξ ολοκλήρου από χρυσό απονεμήθηκαν το 1912.

Η Ολυμπιακή Φλόγα Η Ολυμπιακή φλόγα είναι μια πρακτική που συνεχίστηκε από τους αρχαίους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες. Στην Ολυμπία, μια φλόγα άναβε από τον ήλιο και στη συνέχεια συνέχιζε να καίει μέχρι το κλείσιμο των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων. Η φλόγα εμφανίστηκε για πρώτη φορά στους σύγχρονους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες του 1928, στο Άμστερνταμ. Η φλόγα αντιπροσωπεύει πολλά πράγματα, συμπεριλαμβανομένης της αγνότητας και της προσπάθειας για τελειότητα. Το 1936, ο πρόεδρος της οργανωτικής επιτροπής για τους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες του 1936, Carl Diem, πρότεινε αυτό που είναι τώρα η σύγχρονη σκυταλοδρομία της Ολυμπιακής φλόγας. Η Ολυμπιακή φλόγα ανάβει στον αρχαίο χώρο της Ολυμπίας από γυναίκες που φορούν ρόμπες αρχαϊκές, χρησιμοποιώντας έναν κυρτό καθρέφτη και τον ήλιο.

Η Ολυμπιακή φλόγα μεταφέρεται στη συνέχεια από δρομέα σε δρομέα από τον αρχαίο χώρο της Ολυμπίας στο Ολυμπιακό στάδιο της πόλης που τους φιλοξενεί. Στη συνέχεια, η φλόγα διατηρείται αναμμένη μέχρι να ολοκληρωθούν οι αγώνες. Η σκυταλοδρομία αντιπροσωπεύει τη συνέχεια από τους αρχαίους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες στους σύγχρονους.

Η Τελετή έναρξης Η πρώτη τελετή έναρξης πραγματοποιήθηκε κατά τη διάρκεια των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων του 1908 στο Λονδίνο. Κατά τη διάρκεια της τελετής έναρξης όλων των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων, η πομπή αθλητών ξεκινάει πάντα από την Ελληνική Αποστολή (ομάδα), ακολουθούμενη από όλες τις άλλες ομάδες με αλφαβητική σειρά (στη γλώσσα της χώρας υποδοχής), εκτός από την τελευταία ομάδα που είναι πάντα η ομάδα της χώρας υποδοχής των Αγώνων.

Γυναίκες Οι γυναίκες είχαν το δικαίωμα να συμμετάσχουν για 1η φορά το 1900, στους 2ους σύγχρονους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες.

Ο Πρώτος Μαραθώνιος Το 490 π.Χ., ο Φειδιππίδης, Έλληνας στρατιώτης, έτρεξε από τον Μαραθώνα στην Αθήνα (περίπου 25 μίλια) για να ενημερώσει τους Αθηναίους για το αποτέλεσμα της μάχης με τους Πέρσες. Η απόσταση ήταν γεμάτη με λόφους και άλλα εμπόδια. Έτσι ο Φειδιππίδης έφτασε στην Αθήνα εξαντλημένος και με πόδια ματωμένα. Αφού είπε στους κατοίκους της πόλης την επιτυχία των Ελλήνων στη μάχη, ο Φειδιππίδης έπεσε στο έδαφος νεκρός. Το 1896, στους πρώτους σύγχρονους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες, πραγματοποιήθηκε ένας αγώνας περίπου του ίδιου μήκους προς τιμήν της μνήμης του Φειδιππίδη.

Το ακριβές μήκος ενός μαραθωνίου Κατά τη διάρκεια αρκετών σύγχρονων Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων, ο μαραθώνιος ήταν πάντα μια κατά προσέγγιση απόσταση. Το 1908, η βρετανική βασιλική οικογένεια ζήτησε να ξεκινήσει ο μαραθώνιος στο Κάστρο του Γουίντσορ, έτσι ώστε τα παιδιά της βασιλικής οικογένειας να μπορούν να δουν την έναρξη του. Η απόσταση από το Κάστρο του Windsor έως το Ολυμπιακό Στάδιο ήταν 42.195 μέτρα (ή 26 μίλια περίπου). Το 1924, αυτή η απόσταση έγινε το τυποποιημένο μήκος ενός μαραθωνίου.

Ακύρωση Αγώνων Λόγω του Α' και του Β' Παγκοσμίου Πολέμου, δεν πραγματοποιήθηκαν Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες το 1916, το 1940 και το 1944. Το 2020, οι Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες που έπρεπε να φιλοξενηθούν στο Τόκιο αναβλήθηκαν λόγω της πανδημίας Covid-19. Θα πραγματοποιηθούν το καλοκαίρι του 2021, αλλά χωρίς θεατές για πρώτη φορά στην ιστορία του!

Οι χειμερινοί Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες Ξεκίνησαν για πρώτη φορά στο Σαμονί το 1924, ξεκινώντας μια παράδοση να γίνονται λίγους μήνες νωρίτερα και σε διαφορετική πόλη από τους θερινούς Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες.

Από το 1994, οι χειμερινοί Ολυμπιακοί Αγώνες διεξάγονται σε εντελώς διαφορετική χρονιά (σε απόσταση δύο ετών), από τους θερινούς Αγώνες.

Η ιστορία της Ολυμπιακής εκεχειρίας Εκεχειρία (στα Ελληνικά κυριολεκτικά σημαίνει «κράτημα των χεριών») ανακοινωνόταν πριν και κατά τη διάρκεια κάθε ολυμπιακού φεστιβάλ, για να επιτρέψει στους επισκέπτες να ταξιδέψουν με ασφάλεια στην Ολυμπία. Λίγο πριν από την έναρξη των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων, τρεις "Σπονδοφόροι" που φορούσαν στεφάνια από κλαδιά ελιάς, έφευγαν από την Ηλεία για να ανακοινώσουν την εκεχειρία. Αρχικά αυτό ήταν για ένα μήνα, αλλά αργότερα, (από τον 5ο αιώνα π.Χ.), τρεις μήνες (υπολογισμένο από την ημέρα αναχώρησης των "σπονδοφόρων"). Κατά τη διάρκεια της ιερής εκεχειρίας, αθλητές και θεατές μπορούσαν να ταξιδέψουν με ασφάλεια στην Ολυμπία. Μια επιγραφή που περιγράφει την εκεχειρία γραμμένη σε χάλκινο δίσκο βρέθηκε στην Ολυμπία. Κατά τη διάρκεια της ανακωχής, οι πόλεμοι σταματούσαν, απαγορευόταν οι στρατοί να εισέλθουν στην Ηλεία, ή να απειλήσουν τους Αγώνες, και απαγορεύονταν οι νομικές διαφορές και η εκτέλεση θανατικών ποινών. Οποιαδήποτε παραβίαση της κατάπαυσης του πυρός θεωρείτο ασέβεια για τον ίδιο τον Δία, στον οποίο ήταν αφιερωμένο το γεγονός. Εκτός από μερικές εξαιρέσεις, η εκεχειρία θεωρήθηκε ιερή επειδή για τους Έλληνες τα αθλητικά φεστιβάλ είχαν μεγάλη σημασία. Αναφέρεται ότι ο βασιλιάς Φίλιππος ο 2ος της Μακεδονίας, πατέρας του Μεγάλου Αλεξάνδρου, ζήτησε χάρη και πλήρωσε την ποινή, όταν ένας από τους μισθοφόρους του εμπόδισε τον Αθηναίο Φρύνωνα να ταξιδέψει στην Ολυμπία για να παρακολουθήσει το φεστιβάλ.

Διεθνές Ίδρυμα Ολυμπιακής Εκεχειρίας Η αποστολή του International Olympic Truce Foundation (δηλ. Διεθνές Ίδρυμα Ολυμπιακής Εκεχειρίας) είναι η προώθηση των Ολυμπιακών ιδανικών, η εξυπηρέτηση της ειρήνης, της φιλίας και της διεθνούς κατανόησης. Συγκεκριμένα, για να υποστηρίξει την τήρηση της Ολυμπιακής Εκεχειρίας, ζητά να σταματήσουν όλες οι εχθροπραξίες κατά τη διάρκεια των Ολυμπιακών Αγώνων και πέραν αυτής, και να κινητοποιηθεί η νεολαία του κόσμου προς το σκοπό της ειρήνης. Το Διεθνές Ίδρυμα Ολυμπιακής Εκεχειρίας είναι αφιερωμένο στη δημιουργία του απαραίτητου πλαισίου στήριξης για την τήρηση της Ολυμπιακής Εκεχειρίας και για την παγκόσμια προώθηση ενός Πολιτισμού Ειρήνης, σύμφωνα με τις αρχές και τις πολιτικές που έχει θεσπίσει το Ίδρυμα.

Το κληροδότημα του Ολυμπιακού Αθλητή Στην αρχαιότητα, όπως και σήμερα, το να είσαι ολυμπιακός αθλητής ήταν υπέρτατη τιμή. Οι αρχαίοι Ολυμπιακοί πρωταθλητές φροντίζονταν από τους συμπολίτες τους για το υπόλοιπο της ζωής τους, αν και απολάμβαναν επίσης την αναμφισβήτητη τιμή της μάχης που έδωσαν στην πρώτη γραμμή. Σήμερα, σχεδόν 100.000 αθλητές που έχουν αγωνιστεί στους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες, διαδίδουν τις αξίες του Ολυμπισμού σε όλο τον κόσμο. Η επίδοση και το θάρρος τους συμβολίζουν το ολυμπιακό πνεύμα. Κάθε ένας τους κουβαλάει το μήνυμα της μοιρασιάς και συμμετοχής, του σεβασμού και της αποφασιστικότητας.

Ο Ολυμπιακός Ύμνος Ο Ολυμπιακός Ύμνος, που παίζεται όταν υψώνεται η Ολυμπιακή Σημαία, συντέθηκε από τον Σπύρο Σαμαρά και οι στίχοι προστέθηκαν από τον Κωστή Παλαμά. Ο Ολυμπιακός Ύμνος παίχτηκε για πρώτη φορά στους Ολυμπιακούς Αγώνες του 1896 στην Αθήνα, αλλά δεν ανακηρύχθηκε επίσημος ύμνος από τη ΔΟΕ μέχρι το 1957.

Οι στίχοι του Ολυμπιακού Ύμνου: «Αρχαίο Πνεύμα αθάνατον, αγνέ πατέρα του ωραίου, του μεγάλου και τ' αληθινού, κατέβα, φανερώσου κι άστραψε εδώ πέρα στη δόξα της δικής σου γης και τ' ουρανού.

Στο δρόμο και στο πάλεμα και στο λιθάρι, στων ευγενών Αγώνων λάμψε την ορμή, και με το αμάραντο στεφάνωσε κλωνάρι και σιδερένιο πλάσε και άξιο το κορμί.

Κάμποι, βουνά και θάλασσες φέγγουν μαζί σου σαν ένας λευκοπόρφυρος μέγας ναός. Και τρέχει στο ναό εδώ προσκυνητής σου, Αρχαίο Πνεύμ' αθάνατο, κάθε λαός, κάθε λαός (2x) Αρχαίο Πνεύμ' αθάνατο, κάθε λαός (2x)».

Transliterated into Latin alphabet: «Arkhéo Pnévma athánato, aghné patéra tou oréou, tou meghálou ke tou alithinoú Katéva, fanerósou ki ástrapse edhó péra sti dhóksa tis dhikís sou ghis ke t'ouranoú.

Sto dhrómo ke sto pálema ke sto lithári Ston evghenón aghónon lámpse tin ormí. Ke me to amáranto stefánose klonári ke sidherénio pláse ke áksio to kormí. (2x)

Kámpi, vouná ke thálasses féngoune mazí sou san énas lefkopórfyros méghas naós Ke trékhi sto naó edhó proskynitís sou (2x) Arkhéo Pnévma athánato, káthe laós. (2x)»

Σας ευχαριστώ που διαβάσατε το αφιέρωμα μου. Το έγραψα κατόπιν μελέτης και έρευνας από πολλά κείμενα συμπεριλ. και της Βικιπαίδεια.

#olympics #ancient olympics #olympic tribute #olympic history #greece #region #peloponnese #olympic games #olympia #ολυμπία #ολυμπιακοί αγώνες #αρχαίοι ολυμπιακοί αγώνες #ολυμπισμός

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Hiiiiiiii I was wondering about the links power levels? Like how do they rank compared to each other? Also the weapons! What weapons do they have? 👀👀👀👀

man this was hard. Let it be known all of them are powerful even towards the bottom of the list. Also, for all of these assume that they have the full arsenal of permanent tools and items they get in each game. I'll be focusing on what their main/most used weapon is. Forgive me for errors or opportunities ive missed i haven't gotten a chance to play all these games

1. Mask. This is considering him WITH Fierce Deity. At this point he's lost an eye to FD and is more cautious about using it, but like. still not as cautious as he should be probably. He's willing to gamble more uses, and can and will use it when he doesn't necessarily have to. it's not a one to one thing where one use=1 new mark on his face. It builds up. Anyway without FD he'd probably be lower on the list. Then again maybe not considering the time shenanigans he can get up to with the Ocarina. I like to HC turning back time takes a massive amount of power now that his task is finished and he no longer has Hylia's targeted favor so he does it sparingly or else nothing has consequences ever. He probably has the gilded sword bc even tho the biggoron sword or great fairy sword would be stronger they're unwieldy and he's small

2. Loft, though he rarely operates like it. With a sword he is nigh unstoppable, but he refuses to wield another sword besides Fi. Assuming he doesn't have Ghirahim now (which. i am still considering) he gets the Master Sword back from Slate, who rarely uses it. Besides that he mainly uses the sacred bow. He has impeccable aim 95% of the time but he also has nerve damage in his hands that can make aiming and drawing difficult at times. I like to hc him having Demise' lighting powers now for no reason other than I think it's cool, but he uses them sparingly. He's the strongest link before magical enhancements like power bracelets and stuff. Stamina is his big weakness but I'm putting him here anyway. Look, he's the Godslayer. The sheer force of his rage puts him here.

3. Mage. Maybe the true strongest when you consider Mask and Loft's caveats. He's got a fuckton of magic, and certainly spells and items even outside what he has in the games that I will have to make up probably lol. He mainly uses the fire and ice rods and his hookshot. When he uses a sword, which is rare, it's the tempered master sword from alttp bc I like it, and yes it has an intense sword beam and a flurry of sparkles at full power lol. Tied with Mirror for fastest Link bc they both have the Pegasus boots

4. Slate, especially when he's on his home turf just bc of how supernaturally attuned he is to his environment. I think he keeps the Champion's abilities but I may change that idk. He just has an inventory stacked with royal guard claymores and ancient bows and all the most high powered weapons. Could maybe dock him for how often his weapons break. Ancient arrows are crazy but he's careful with them in a group setting as to not vaporize anyone in friendly fire. Fully utilizes the Slate Runes in combat too. Also he's just bonkers and will do wild shit in battle no pun intended.

5. War maybe? Just off of sheer combat prowess? Thought about putting him 4 bc he can practically be a one man army on a good day but then I remembered ancient arrows. He has the Master Sword and the Golden Gloves. I like the idea of him favoring the gloves just bc it's different. Idk ive never played Hyrule Warriors

6. Wake. I think I drew him with a random sword in the original designs but he probably has the Phantom sword? He was originally 7 but I think that ability to momentarily stop time in a big advantage. Also all the stuff the windwaker can do. He's also just generally got a lot of tricks up his sleeve from years of pirating lol. his aim with a bow sucks bc depth perception with one eye is hard.

7. Wolf. Runner up for strongest link before magical enhancements. I think honestly he just has a regular sword instead of the Master Sword, though he still does serious damage with it. I see him also favoring the ball and chain, but he's good with a bow too especially with the hawkeye mask. In wolf from he's faster and more vicious but also I think in some ways a little more vulnerable. Idk I also just don't think his heart is in fighting anymore.

8. Mirror. He has a Lot of items in his arsenal and uses them all pretty consistently. Ravio's bracelet still works which can be very helpful. He has the Master Sword probably but I really like the idea of him favoring the magic hammer lol. Learned it from Ravio.

9. Mini. Listen, I didn't actually know Link had the four sword in the Minish Cap and could split into copies of himself. Now I need to reconsider things. Is the Link in Four Swords Adventures the same as in Minish Cap? I was considering them separate. God. Anyway I guess he has the four sword and if he can split into 4 of himself that's certainly an advantage. But honestly I think despite being a very skilled fighter, he just doesn't like doing it. He just wants to vibe.

10. Spirit. I'll be real he's last bc I know the least about him or Spirit Tracks. He has the Lokomo Sword. Also strikes me as a link who fought out of necessity and is not keen on doing it when he doesn't have to. his ability to see and communicate with spirits is powerful and maybe? a bit different than how it is in the game idk. I also HC he can see traces of Demise' curse linking (ha) them all

#long post #sorry i always ramble #bonus links #bonuslinks #all links #ask #headcanons #might change my mind on some of these later #fell free to argue with me about my choices lol #respectfully

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m0srael · 3 years

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Drunk Texts

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Love Letter

One balmy night in June, Harry’s lying in bed wide awake--unable to sleep again--when his mobile lights up on the nightstand. The only people who ever contact him on his mobile are Teddy (“All the cool wizards have them these days, Harry, please get one so I can send you memes!”) and Hermione, and neither of them would be texting this late.

Friday, June 6 2008, 1:27 AM

+445195555555: I’ve been hopelessly in love with you since we were sixteen, won’t shut my bloody mouth about you actually, can I take you on a date? I’m still very rich, all things considered, and know all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.

+445195555555: Maybe just a shag, then?

Harry: bloody hell, who is this??

Harry: This number is unlisted, I don’t know how you got it but I’m blocking it now. Kindly, fuck off.

+445195555555: WAIT

+445195555555: What do you mean, who is this? I thought muggle mobiles know who you’re talking to already.

Harry: Not if a strange person is texting in the middle of the bloody night from a number I’ve never seen before!

+445195555555: If you don’t want to date me or shag me just say so, Potter. No need to play hard to get and toss around insults

+445195555555: Unless that’s a thing for you, cheeky ;) ;)

Harry: Last chance, tell me who this is or I’m blocking your number.

+445195555555: Draco

+445195555555: Obviously ;)

Harry: Draco...Malfoy?

Harry: You expect me to believe Draco Malfoy is confessing his love and hitting me up for a shag at 1am. On a *muggle* mobile.

+445195555555: Believe it scarhead, now answer the question do you or do you not want to shag me

Harry: Look, you’ve obviously read one too many Prophet articles…

Harry: Somehow found my number...did you confund someone I know??

Harry: And thought that...pretending to be Draco Malfoy, of all people, would entice me to meet up with a total stranger?

+445195555555: Ooh, the logic of it all, Potter ;)

Harry: Stop doing that

+445195555555: what ;) ;)

Harry: The emojis. Malfoy would never use emojis.

+445195555555: You don’t know what I would or wouldn’t do anymore Potter. Would you like to learn? ;)

Harry: Fuck

Harry: Even if I believed you, I’ve never given Draco Malfoy my number. My *muggle* mobile number.

Harry: I’ve never given him my number because Draco Malfoy would never use a *muggle* mobile.

Harry:...among other reasons

+445195555555: Always so preoccupied with blood purity, Potter, haven’t you learned anything?

+445195555555: And there you go again, assuming that you know what I would and would not do

+445195555555: It really would be much more efficient if you just let me demonstrate

Harry: oh my god

Harry: I can’t believe I’m still messaging you

Harry: ffs, you have one chance to convince me that you’re really Malfoy otherwise I’m blocking you immediately

+445195555555: You are a tetchy one, hm?

+445195555555: Fine. You cornered me in a bathroom in 6th bc you were *obsessed* with me and tried to murder me using sectumsempra (which you claimed not to know the effect of, pft) but only because I tried to Crucio you and I would have died if Snape hadn’t found us and cleaned up your mess (again)

+445195555555: They definitely didn’t print THAT in the Prophet. Unfortunately.

Harry: Bloody hell um...okay…

Harry: Look, about that, Malfoy…

Harry: Wait, unfortunately…??

+445195555555: So you see, Potter, it is in fact I, Draco Lucius Malfoy, confessing my love and “hitting you up for a shag at 1am” as you so elegantly put it.

+445195555555: ;)

Harry: Okay. Malfoy, then. Jesus.

Harry: How exactly did you get my number?

Harry: For that matter, when did you get a mobile?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I got it from Pansy, who got it from Ginny, you recalcitrant twat

Draco Sodding Malfoy: See, I can do the sexy insults thing, too :*

Draco Sodding Malfoy: And if you must know, Potter, I purchased a mobile years ago to stay in contact with my cousin, Teddy. Teddy Lupin. I think you’re acquainted? The little brat refuses to owl, apparently it’s “sooo medieval”.

Harry: Oh. That...actually makes sense. He said the same thing to me.

Harry: Hang on, Teddy isn’t a brat. I thought you two got on rather well…?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Whatever, the point is I’m mad for you and I never told you because, well, there was the whole war thing and then the whole trial thing, and since then I’ve become a bit of a self-righteous coward. Also, I fancy myself something of a martyr. I think the constant pouting makes my mouth look more kissable, don’t you?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: We could do the dinner thing if we must, or you can just come round mine I can meet you there right now

Harry: Oh. You’re drunk.

Harry: Never pegged you as the type to get sloshed and text your ex-childhood-nemesis for a hookup

Draco Sodding Malfoy: not with that attitude you haven’t

Harry: Hah

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Not drnk

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Honestly, Potter

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Harry

Harry: weird

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking. You look at me like some lovesick teenager. Why deny what *literally everyone* can plainly see?

Harry: I do not look at you like a...lovesick teenager, Malfoy.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco ;)

Harry: I do not watch you, DRACO.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I only notice because I’m watching you too, Harry. All the time. I’ve been watching you for as long as I can remember.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve practically been the center of my universe since I was eleven years old, for Merlin’s sake. I think about you all the time. I miss you all the time, even when we’re in the same room.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean I LITERALLY do not shut up about you I wasn’t exaggerating about that. It drives Pansy and Blaise, who have the patience and constitutions of actual saints and who are very, very good friends, absolutely mental and they’d like nothing more than to hex my mouth shut permanently.

Harry: um

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Admit it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You’ve wondered what it’d be like.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Imagined it.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Us

Harry: Malfoy…

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Draco

Harry: Draco…

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Yes, Harry? ;)

Harry: I...could do dinner.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: You could “do” dinner? That’s all, after everything I’ve just said, you can “do” dinner??

Harry: For the love of Merlin

Harry: Fine. You’re right, Draco. I...have wondered

Harry: About us, I mean

Harry: Ahh and actually Draco sometimes when I look at you I just want…

Friday, June 6 2008, 2:15 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: what

Draco Sodding Malfoy: you want what

Friday, June 6 2008, 2:48 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry

Friday, June 6 2008, 3:09 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: harry, bloody hell

Saturday, June 7 2008, 6:45 AM

Harry: Draco, I’m so sorry

Saturday, June 7 2008, 8:18 AM

Harry: My mobile died and I didn’t have my charger

Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:23 AM

Harry: Draco

Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 AM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Potter, why on earth are you contacting me so early on a Saturday?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Scratch that, why are you contacting me at all? Where did you get my number?

Harry: Oh, so you were drunk

Draco Sodding Malfoy: How is my present or past level of intoxication any of your concern?

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: No.

Harry: Draco, what’s wrong? What happened?

Harry: Draco…?

Harry: I’m sorry, if I said something…

Harry: Look, YOU’RE the one drunk messaging ME at all hours of the night looking for a shag!

Saturday, June 7 2008, 7:08 PM

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Dear Harry,

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I hereby formally apologize for my previous messages. They are inappropriate and entirely out of line, do forgive me. Although it appears that Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson absconded with my mobile yesterday evening to, “have a bit of fun”, I take full responsibility for what has transpired. Do not report me, or something. I do hope you were not too offended. I will henceforth refrain from contacting you by this, or any other, means. I assure you that my traitorous, juvenile, back-stabbing, inconsiderate, so-called friends have been soundly reprimanded. You may expect their formal apologies via owl, posthaste.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Apologetically, Draco L. Malfoy

Harry: Wow, uh, ok. I’ve never gotten a formal apology over text before. Did it take you...8 hours to write that?

Harry: And for the record, I knew something was up. We may not be best mates or anything but I know you wouldn’t use emojis like that.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Oh, bugger off, Potter you had no idea it wasn’t me. You were ready to spill your innermost desires to a stranger on your mobile! Stupid Gryffindor.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: Ah.

Draco Sodding Malfoy: I mean, goodbye! So sorry, again, for the inconvenience! We will never speak again from this moment on!

Harry: Draco, wait

Draco ;): Merlin, what, Potter?

Harry: Harry

Draco ;): No.

Harry: Fine. Look, if you accept full responsibility, does that mean your offer still stands?

Draco ;): What offer?

Draco ;): No. It doesn’t, whatever it is.

Harry: Your offer to take me on a date.

Harry: ;)

Draco ;): Bloody...Potter, that wasn’t MY offer!

Harry: Perhaps not, but I’ve seen the way you watch me when you think I’m not looking...Draco.

Draco ;): Who is this? I’m blocking this number. I’m going to ask Pansy how to block a number.

Harry: Draco, I’m serious.

Saturday, June 7 2008, 9:14 PM

Harry: Draco, I can tell that you didn’t block my number.

Saturday, June 7 2008, 11:47 PM

Harry: Fine.

Harry: Draco, could I take you out for dinner some time? I know someone who knows all the best restaurants in Wizarding Britain.

Draco ;): …..

Harry: ?

Draco ;): If you must

Harry: If I must?

Draco ;): It's true that I'm still rich, all things considered, but you’re paying

Draco ;): ;)

#drarrymicrofic #drarry drabble #drarry #harry x draco #texting au #hey harry u up?#pansy and blaise got bored at a party #they were trying to help #they promise #minimose

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warrioreowynofrohan · 3 years

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What do you think the defining differences in mannish and elvish cultures from each other?

I think a big one for me is mannish communities is that they have generational shifts, which like means they don’t stay the same for years. Stuff changes all the time, sometimes old stuff comes back but it will always fall out favor eventually. Like I think about how gondorian sindarin probably in practice could be considered a different dialect than normal sindarin because like human language changes over time when alive people speak it. Like I think change is a very big difference between the two

And it’s not a bad thing either. Men change because it’s in their nature and elves don’t bc its theres yknow. (I guess I’m prickly about the idea because it’s a mannish thing in tolkien it’s bad when humans aren’t bad on like sight)

Thank you - this is a fascinating question to examine! I think you’re absolutely right that generational shifts are one major element: they make Men more apt to rapid change, as you say, and they also introduce an element of forgetting that isn’t present in the same way for Elves. Knowledge and memory can be lost in mannish cultures much more easily than in elven ones.

Another aspect is the impatience of Men, and a greater willingness to take risks. As Túrin observes, Elves can wait around hundreds of years for an opportune moment to come; they’ve got more space for estel within the walls of the world. Men, with their briefer lives, naturally want to act and risk and venture to make the world better within the short time span that they have; that’s why the ‘eventually the Valar will bail us out’ perspective, true as it may be, doesn’t connect with Túrin. Elves are naturally more risk-averse: if you act now, you could die (particularly impactful during the years if the Doom when the Noldor expect their deaths to be permanent), whereas if you wait things might get better; for a Man, you’re going to die in a relatively short time one way or another, so why not take some enemies down with you?

This also connects with the previous concept of remembrance and forgetting. Most elves will have experience both of times of good and of evil, of growth and of beauty and of loss, which gives them a longer-term perspective. It’s not the same with Men. A Man who lived during the Long Peace might never be aware of the war at all. A Man who lived during the dark years between the Nirnaeth and the War of Wrath might have no experience of peace. This contributes to greater generational change.

Additionally, there’s an element mentioned in the Athrabeth:

“And we find that [the Eldar] do not understand the saying that goes among men: too often seen is seen no longer. And they wonder much that in the tongues of Men the same word may mean both ‘long-known’ and ‘stale’. ”

Elves don’t ‘get tired’ of things in the way that humans do. Thus may give them greater joy in the world (“there is no weariness in the eyes of the elves”) but I think it would also make them less afaptable and resilient. In the same way that your eyes adjust to more or less light; in the same way that if you hear a steady noise for a long time, or a bad smell, your senses will filter it out, humans can acclimatize to bad conditions; they can put their brains on autopilot and endure. Elves can’t. An elf who is miserable or tormented experiences that intensely, for every moment. Many of the elves who live in evil times retreat to a few secure and beautiful places - in the First Age, Doriath, Gondolin, Nargothrond, Ossiriand; in the Third Age, Rivendell, Lothlorien, or across the Sea to Valinor. They don’t dig in and hang on like Barahir’s group in Taur-nu-Fuin or the House of Hador as thralls in Hithlum. (The Silvan and Sindar elves hanging on in Third Age Mirkwood as it’s slowly overwhelmed by giant spiders and other evil creatures is a striking and impressive exception.) Men can grow calluses, and elves cannot.

On top of these differences in nature, there are the differences in treatment. The Elves are invited to Valinor and learn the origins and nature of the world from the people who shaped it and who existed before it began. Men’s first, and for the most part only, experience of the Valar is the War of Wrath; they aren’t invited, aren’t taught, aren’t protected. They don’t understand the Valar, being far more different from them in experience and kind than the elves are, and the Valar don’t understand them. They need to take things on faith much more than the elves do; and it’s not a great surprise that many of them don’t. At the same time, perhaps because of the lack of such intermediation, Men can have much closer connection to Eru than Elves typicall do. Elves pray to Varda; Men (including the Númenoreans, in their better days) pray directly to Eru, a concept that is - as we seen from the final conversation of Maedhros and Maglor in the Silmarillion - so alien to elves as to be literally unthinkable.

#tolkien #the silmarillion #the lord of the rings #elves #edain #numenor #athrabeth finrod ah andreth

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romchomp · 2 years

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nana rewatch notes- episode 16

-nana leaving with misato really struck hachi huh

-even now, yasu is a tough egg for me to crack. he’s probably the character i have the most difficulty understanding

-hmm why did nana come over?

-so misato might be in a similar situation to shin…

-based off of nana’s body language and (mostly) the shots paying attention to her eyes, i’m lead to assume that nana behaves around yasu in a similar way she does with hachi in the future. ie. there’s reluctance (but also desire) to show them her vulnerability.

-did she want to tell him about the other night? or did she go to yasu because she felt things might’ve been over with hachi- so hachi is actually reflective of ren in this scene?

-as a teen i mostly paid attention to nana and hachi’s relationship so i feel like im reading nana and yasu for the first time lol

-yasu telling nana he thinks she came over because something was wrong and that she wanted to talk about it feels like a confrontation to nana. she apologizes for coming “with no reason”, which isn’t true, and then leaves.

-i also dont think nana really knows how to spend time with someone without an exchanging something ie sex or band practice. her shame and fear of depending on others works well into it as well.

-so nana definitely has feelings for yasu lol

and this seems to be the first time yasu has been made aware of them. we as the viewer don’t know that much either. how long have nana’s feelings for yasu been a thing?

-i really like the make up scene between hachi and nana… a lot.

-for one, you can tell that arguing/fighting is out of both their comfort zones. neither of them are very confrontational (which will end up being a part of their demise).

-nana’s expression really says it all. she’s so relieved that hachi made amends. i don’t think it’s a reach to assume that nana thought this would end up being a permanent stain on their friendship.

-it’s just nice to see them make up is all. probably because this will be the only time we’ll see them successfully communicate with one another :)

-hachi is not stupid. i think her ability to connect past things nana has said to her that were subtle references to ren was actually very intuitive of hachi.

-it was just last episode that she was fantasizing about nana having sex with misato. this girl is out of control. yes this scene is meant to poke fun at how romantic and idealistic hachi is...but cmon this is GAY. why is she getting a nosebleed??

-hachi asking everyone but nana about her relationship with ren lol. one of many examples to show how scared hachi is to upset nana in case of jeopardizing their friendship.

-nobu told shin when he was drunk LMAAOOO. someone pls get shin out of here. let me not get into how fucked up it is the way all these characters expose shin to alcohol and relationship drama. i worry about him.

-okay paying attention to nobu and yasu is really important in this scene. it seems ooc for nobu to so strongly disagree with hachi’s fantasy of nana and ren getting together, but it makes a lot of sense considering it was that same stubbornness of his that was beaten down after forcefully facing the flaws of his ideals after their break up. yasu is silent until asked a question: is it possible that ren still has feelings for nana? and yasu says yes. yasu has nothing to gain from saying this, and we know it’s what he genuinely believes, and that is basically confirmation.

-the small gags of hachi not doing her work bc she’s too busy blatantly obsessing over nana at her desk are SO FUNNY. nana lives in her mind rent free and hachi doesn’t even question it.

-LOOK WHO’S BACK!!! god im so obsessed with this small interaction. for one, it’s pretty obvious this is a regular occurrence. now the show is adding yet another relationship that we need to know more about. yasu was the only person ren consolidated in about leaving the band. even now, after going a-wall on nana and nobu, yasu is someone ren goes to and whom he trusts.

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#nana #ai yazawa #episode 16 #the one and only time hachi and nana successfully communicate #im really struggling with nana and yasu lol #hopefully i can understand their dynamic more as we go

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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all you wanna do- drw

“why do you keep hiding from me?” where danny and the reader have some trouble bc the reader is afraid to be vulnerable

I already had this written for someone else so I adjusted it a little.

warnings: none

You always dove headfirst into a relationship. Your skills of being helpful, compassionate, and loving made you an easy target. All of your past relationships ended badly. Even though you put on a brave face, finding a new boyfriend fairly quickly, they still hurt when they walked out on you. But when it came to Danny, it was different. He didn't bum cigarettes and rides off of you like Henry. He never pressured you into anything like James. He never made you feel bad about yourself like Brian.

Danny was a gentleman, a true one. He held the doors open for you, let you choose where to eat. He never commented on things about your body, only praises. He never held your hand unless you initiated it. He was respectful and perfect.

You'd been seeing him for a few weeks, finally getting serious. It was nothing special, just a dinner between a blossoming couple. Sometime between the appetizers and the main course, Danny had gotten a look on his face. It was a mixture of hope and wonder.

"Y/N, I've been thinking."

"That's not a good sign," you joked. You instantly stopped when he blinked. "Sorry, go on."

“We have a real... connection.”

Ten letters can make up a lot. Friendship. Appreciate. Hell, even strawberry, but those ten letters strung together made your heart sink. Each relationship you had before, you felt the same connection. Praying that this one would end differently became your mantra. His hand landed on yours, his thumb gently stroking your wrist.

“I have to go. It’s really late and I have an early morning,” you sputtered out.

Almost like when the clock struck twelve on Cinderella, you practically ran from the restaurant, leaving Danny behind. Wiping the tears from your face, you hailed a cab around the corner, begging the man to drive as fast as legally possible.

There was radio silence from Danny for twelve hours. Dinner had begun light and fun, but by the end of the night you were a mess. Your stomach churned and you unintentionally spent the night on the bathroom floor, fearing that you would lose the appetizers Danny insisted you try. He broke the silence first, sending a quick text that doubled as a good morning and a confirmation for you attendance at Sam’s party tonight. You sent back a thumbs up and an apology for running out of the restaurant. He didn't answer, his own heart probably hurting while trying to forget what happened. If it wasn't for that message, you would have skipped the party as well. Seeing Danny after leaving him stranded at a restaurant right when he was confessing his feelings was not something you wanted to do. If you had it your way, your bags would already be packed, and a flight would be booked.

The idea of seeing Danny usually brought hearts to your eyes and a flutter in your chest, but today was different. You sulked around the apartment, trying to delay the time but the clock soon struck five and the sun began to dip below the horizon. Winters always brought early sunsets, which you loved, but today it meant that it was time to get ready for the party.

When you got there, you avoided him. He was busy helping Sam host the hordes of people who helped them over the years. You stayed to the side, exiting rooms as he entered them. He finally caught you when you were leaving the bathroom. He cornered you, towering over you.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, trying to search your eyes for a hint. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I-“

“Danny,” you sighed. “You did nothing wrong, I just…”

“Then why are you hiding from me?”

There weren’t any words to describe what you felt. Anger wasn’t right, and neither was fear or happiness. Danny made you happy and that’s all that should matter, the only issue was that permanence scared the daylights out of you.

You took a deep breath. “I have a lot of old feelings I have to work through. I am so sorry if I led you on, but when you said we have a connection, I just lost my mind. I am so sorry for all of this.”

Danny's face faltered for a moment while he took a moment to think it over. “I appreciate the honesty.”

“I’ll leave,” you said softly.

He moved out of the way. “I think that’s for the best.”

tags: @groggyvanfleet @gretnabancheese @doodle417 @agirlwithmanytastes

#danny x reader #daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner #josh gvf #gretavanfleet #greta van fleet #sam gvf #jake kiszka #gvf #josh kiszka #gvf fanfiction

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Red Fish, Blue Fish

This is for @genevievedarcygranger (i'm sorry you deserve better than whatever this is)

Hank chilling with Hotch but it's sad bc I don't know how to do happy

On Thursday Hank sits out on his front porch with his banana mushed in his right hand and his sippy cup in the other. He waits, as he does every Thursday, for the sound of Hotch’s old Jeep to pull into the driveway. The car doesn’t look like anything he’d drive but it’s one of the last things he has of Haley’s - the Jeep they bought together in Seattle. Her dream car. He drives it now for practicality and because as he gets older silly things make him sentimental. And he just loves this old car.

And Hank loves it even more.

Hank grows agitated - a deep feeling in his stomach making him just as upset as the mashed banana he now wants off his hands. Savannah steps out on the porch with him, having left knowing he’d stay put because he’d never miss Hotch pulling in for anything. She’s got a wash rag and drags the warmed cloth over his face and hands. Taking what’s left of the banana and tossing it into the grass for a bird to eat.

“Come on,” Savannah picks him up. “We gotta get you dressed.” Hank goes even if he’s a little confused. Every Tuesday and Thursday for as long as Hank can remember he’s spent the work day at Hotch’s. Occasionally, (if Hotch has a doctor’s appointment and when Jack has breaks from college) that planning gets mixed up and Hank doesn’t take it well. They come rarely because over the last three years Hotch just doesn’t schedule appointments for those days and Jack is nearly twenty-one and spends his breaks doing other things. Not hanging with his dad.

Hank realizes Hotch isn’t coming when Savannah starts to draw him a bath. He fights her even though he typically loves baths. “No mama,” he tries to push himself out of her arms. He wants to go back to the porch. Hotch can’t come unless Hank is down there to watch for him. “No mama no!” He cries when she’s triumphant and places him down in the tub. “Hops,” he reminds her with fat tears rolling his cheeks. “Hops comin’ mama. Hops.”

She washes the rest of the banana off of him, sighing, and trying not to get upset herself. “Hops isn’t coming baby.” He hadn’t come last week either but Hank had been too distracted by Uncle Spence making a surprise visit to notice. Which was entirely the point of Spencer coming on Hotch’s normally scheduled days. Savannah knew she wouldn’t be as lucky this week. Hank had noticed, he’d realized how long it had been since Hotch came around. And she’d still let him think Hotch was coming this morning. She needed the hour to gather herself, to call Derek, and be certain. To reassure herself of what’s happening.

Hank stops fighting her. His little shoulders drop and he sniffles pitfully as he lets her wash his body back off. “Not comin’?” he mumbles. Hotch always comes. He picks Hank up from DayCare early and they go to the park for ice cream. All it takes is one phone call and, even with other plans, Hotch will diverge his path to get Hank. How many lunches has Hank been to? Eating a banana muffin, seated on the ground, and leaning against Hotch’s leg while he and Emily talk over coffee in some dusty cafe’s bookstore. How many prestigious academy lectures? Laying on the floor and coloring while Hotch guest speaks in one of Reid’s classes.

Savannah stops and looks at her son. His little eyes are full of far too much sorrow for someone so small and typically full of such overwhelming joy. She wipes one of his tears and frowns when he sniffles, rubbing his nose with the back of his chubby fist. “We’re going to Hops’ house,” she tells him, “but you can’t see Hops. Not today, okay?” She cups his cheek, “Hops is sick.”

He didn’t tell anyone. Not Emily the Tuesday after he found out over their weekly coffee. He couldn’t. Not with Hank sitting in her lap and struggling to identify words he recognizes from One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. Not when he’d dropped Hank off knowing the treatment plan he agreed to would probably mean he’d eventually be too sick to take Hank every week. But he couldn’t say it out loud and make it true.

Last Monday he arranged for Dave to pick him up from the hospital after the surgery the oncologist thought would be minimal and a successful measure to get the cancer out of his body. With its success chemo could eradicate the rest and Hotch would manage to get through the whole mess without anyone having known a thing - the best alternative, in his opinion.

But his heart never does well under the stress of anesthesia.

“Sick?” Hank repeats and he turns this over in his head. Sick. He knows what to do. He nods his head, “o’tay. Gonna help?”

Savannah stops and refrains from the truth which is that there’s nothing they can do. This is all Hotch and the doctors. They’re only going over to his house - you know, she doesn't even know why they’re going over there. Dave and Emily have taken up a semi-permanent residence. Garcia’s bringing food and with Garcia comes Reid because he won’t say no to food. Derek’s over to put up a bar in the shower and he’ll be sucked into staying for dinner and wants her there so he doesn’t have to be alone. With all their normal babysitters there, Hank has to come as well.

With a hesitant nod, Savannah agrees. “Yeah, baby, we’re gonna help.”

Hank packs a bag to keep himself entertained under the helpful guide of his mother. He refuses the books she wants him to take and informs her moodily that he wants Hops’ books and not trucks. He can’t read the books at Hotch’s house but Savannah caves and decides that’s a problem for later. With his little bag on his back, he leads Savannah to the bathroom. Asks for the bandaids - stickers, he calls them - under the understanding that ouchies and fevers are the same as whatever is wrong with Hops and a bandaid will help. Savannah lets him take three. They’re just bandaids and it’s not a big deal.

His bandaids in one hand and his sippy cup in the other, Hank lets his mother put him in the car seat with no complaint. He’s forgotten his mother’s statement about not seeing Hotch and grows eager, excited as they take the familiar turns to get to Hotch’s house.

Derek meets them outside, his tension apparent to Savannah. He’s upset and she gets out, leaving Hank in the car out of earshot while they talk softly outside. Derek wipes his eyes of the tears trying to boil over, frustrated with himself for being upset and Savannah rubs his arm. Comforting him where he almost wishes she’d pressure him to pull himself together. She pulls him into a hug, holding him for a moment while he struggles to get a hold of his emotions. He’s scared and it hurts to see Hotch like this but he can’t and he won’t leave the team here alone. It isn’t fair and they could all use a little of Hank’s magic right now.

But Hank could care less about any of them.

He wants one person and one person only.

“Hank!”

Hank Morgan has had four-years to understand what everyone else around him leans blindly into. There is no need to knock, no shout in warning as he runs for the door of his favorite person in the whole world. His father can’t understand it, no one really can, but Hank loves Hotch. And after two weeks of missed Thursdays with no playing in the garden and napping to the sound of nature documentaries voiced by people with weird accents Hank is eager. He’s blind, he’s desperate and despite his father’s tone of voice he still fully expects to throw the front door open and find Hotch.

“Hank -” Derek tries to grab his son by the shoulders and stop his rapid pace towards the house. But even on baby legs the second he’s placed down on the ground, he’s running. Derek needs to give him a warning for what lies ahead but Hanks is on a roll with his excitement leading the pack. He slips right past his dad giving an excited little shout as he goes. It takes him a second to get up the steps, his legs too short to just run straight up them.

But Hotch isn’t standing at the front door.

Uncle Dave meets him instead on the other side of the door and cocks an eyebrow that’s humorous and light despite the way that the dimly lit living room strangles any chance at a good mood. “Where are you running off to short stack?” He’s not given a chance to answer as he’s lifted up, smothered in affections that he only pays half a mind.

Hank lets them kiss at his face. He limply goes into Spencer’s arms and just holds still while the genius squeezes the life out of him. Not even a single comment when Penelope has to brush tears from her eyes to accept him into her arms. He goes from person to person, answering their silly questions and sitting still with the understanding that he’ll end up with who he wants. He gets to Emily though and there is no Hops sitting beside her. No grumbling Hank has grown accustomed to hearing when the two of them are in the same room.

“Want Hops,” he tells Emily softly because if anyone can tell him where to find his rogue friend it’s Emily. In the way that he knows his mom is always with his dad, that Uncle Spence and Penny arrive in the same car, he knows that, typically, where Emily is there will eventually be a Hotch.

Emily smiles - a smile where her sadness is far better hidden than any of the others - and takes on a teasing tone. “Silly old Hops is taking a nap, ” she tells him with a shake of her head. She redirects him, hopes to distract him. “So, why don’t we go get a snack instead? Penny brought cookies and I think Hops has popsicles.” She kisses his forehead and stands, pulling him along with her. “What’re you thinking? Red popsicle?”

Hank turns over her shoulder, looking in the direction of the living room. He spots Hotch’s room, the door closed and the lights off. There he is, Hank knows. He’s in his room.

“Look—” Emily squeezes him, jerks his attention to the open freezer. “You want a squeeze?” She points to the box of GoGo squeez applesauce. The ones Hotch always keeps on hand for Hank. Typically, he can’t refuse them but Hank isn’t bothered with them. Emily sighs, “alright. Here, let me put you down. We’ll see what he has in the cabinets.” The second that Hank is on the ground he’s walking away. Leaving Emily in the kitchen trying to decide if these smiling gummies are half as good as they look.

Hank goes back to Hotch’s office, fingers trailing down the wall as he goes. He’s heading for the books he knows are for him on the lower shelf. He does take a moment to touch the covers of some of the larger books, ones he can only barely reach. Hotch steers him away from them but Hank likes their deep colors and their golden designs. It only makes him more curious as to what lies inside them. Mostly, he just wants to understand. That curiosity he has to know everything he can about the people around him. How his dad works with a hammer - he’s so strong it’s crazy. What Uncle Dave does with all the foods he puts in the pots and how it ends up tasting so good. And, more than anything else, what’s in these damn books.

Hank has his own shelf full of books that were once Jack’s and others that are a collection of books Hank has left here and ones that Hotch buys him when they go to bookstores. Hank decides on Dr. Seus a yellow book with fish - he has a hard time with the color yellow and as he pulls it down to take it to Hotch he’s excited to inform Hotch on it’s color. Though, he thinks it’s green.

It’s not hard to manage to get back to Hotch’s room, no one’s paying him any attention. Penelope is crying again and Savannah is rubbing Derek’s back, all of them listening to Dave talk somberly. They’re odd, Hank thinks, but that’s okay.

He pushes Hotch’s bedroom door open and is disheartened to find it so dark. No matter how many times Derek assures him there’s nothing in the dark and no matter how many times he’s taken a nap in this very room… he’s scared. Hesitantly, Hank steps into the dark back still close to safety. “Hops?” he asks softly. He can see something move on the bed, the hiss of something softly trailing through the room. Something beeps and it makes him jump and Hank bolts for the side of the bed. Running blindly to the side he thinks Hotch is at.

“Hops,” Hank frantically sweeps his arm over the side. He’s just a little too small to make it up the side by himself but he tries frantically. “Up Hops.”

Hotch coughs, squinting into the dark. He’d heard the door open - removed from himself in a distinctly drugged kind of way. In the back of his mind, the seemingly only alert part of him, assumed it was Dave back with more pills to swallow. Tiny fingers grab his wrist and Hank’s pleading, his fear, cuts through the fog idly. Hotch is pleasantly surprised to find Hank - afterall, he’d been more alert this morning enough to try and fight Dave over his typical day. Dave had been right though, Hotch isn’t well enough to watch after a toddler. Hank hits his side and the world brightens, pulled to focus by sharp pain that steals his breath.

“Please,” Hank cries. “Hops?”

Hotch can’t pull himself upright but he can vaguely make out Hank by his side. Little fingers holding onto the blanket. “Easy, ” Hotch whispers. He offers Hank his hand, grunting when the toddler quickly attaches himself to it. He’s sniffling, still crying as he grunts and struggles to climb up the side of Hotch's bed. His legs are a little too short but he makes up for it with determination. “Almost there, ” Hotch praises, moving his hand and giving the back of Hank’s pants a little pull to get him the rest of the way up.

Hank melts straight into him. Pushing his face into Hotch’s side and holding him, both arms around Hotch’s chest and holding tight. Hotch places his hand on Hank's back, rubbing it until his little sobs die down. “What are you crying for?” Hotch holds him close, ignoring the dull ache across his chest. After being stuck in this room, drugged and laying in the dark, he needs all the help he can get. He needs Hank with all his little questions and his snacks.

Hank calms down, sniffling sadly as he pops back up and rubs at his eyes. He looks down at Hotch, taking in this new situation. There’s a tube snaking around him and Hank can’t tell where it goes in or if it does but he frowns because he knows it must hurt and he doesn’t like that. Even the canal running Hotch’s nose. Gently Hank leans forward and touches it, frowning. “Hurts?”

Hotch shakes his head, “no. It doesn’t hurt.”

With a grunt, Hank adamantly accepts this. Hotch doesn’t lie so Hank trusts him but… it looks like it hurts. Hank leans against Hotch’s chest, curled up facing him. “You takin’ nap?” Hank asks.

Hotch nods his head, “something like that…” He keeps one hand on Hank, keeping the boy from getting too excited and rolling off the bed. Hank settles down close to him, scooting as close as he can. Half sitting on Hotch’s left side facing him. Hotch reaches up, ignoring the pull of his muscles, to place his palm to Hank’s face. “You gonna lay down with me?”

Hank grins and shakes his head. “Nuh-uh!” He pulls out his book, setting it down on Hotch’s chest. He scoots himself along the side of the bed, all clumsy baby movements, until he can move Hotch’s arm around him and lean against Hotch’s side. Putting his back against Hotch and laying his head on Hotch’s shoulder. Pulling his hand around him and into his lap. “Read?” he asks, cracking the book open and showing Hotch the page.

He hasn’t got a lot of energy, feels himself slipping with the simple strain of talking and watching Hank move in the dark of the room. He’s ashamed to admit, to even think, that he can’t sit up and hunt down his reading glasses and get through a simple children's book. Not even with Hank twisting around to look up at him like that. “You know the words, buddy.” Hotch has read it to him so many times and Derek even more. He gets a kick out of saying the words before them, and knows what each page says. “Why don't you read it to me?”

Hank frowns, looking at the book, and back at Hotch. He wants to read the book but he doesn’t know how. “You’ll help?”

Hotch smiles and nods, “of course I will.”

Hank settles back down and opens the book. The room isn’t really bright enough but Hank can see the page well enough. He skips the first page. There are big words and not enough pictures. “One fish,” Hank touches each fish as he goes. “Two fishes. Red fish and blue fish.” He looks back to Hotch and he nods, he’s right. “Black fish and blue fish and old fish and baby fish and green--”

“Yellow,” Hotch corrects softly. It’s not important that he’s getting the words wrong so much as the color. “It’s a yellow fish, see?”

Hank nods and repeats after Hotch. “Yellow fish and fish with a car.” He flips the page and lays his head down on Hotch’s side, curling up closer. He sits up, “can I have blankets?”

Hotch nods and Hank cheers softly and sits up. It takes him a moment but he scurries down beside Hotch, tugging the blanket up around him. “Comfortable,” Hotch asks and Hank frowns, trying to figure that out. It takes him another moment and Hank knows what it is - he sits up and pulls Hotch’s arm around him. Letting him lean back and he nods. It makes Hotch laugh a little, smirking. “Good.”

Hank lays his head back down on Hotch’s side and opens the book.

Derek finds them ten minutes later. Hank is just looking at the pictures, humming softly to himself as he traces the fish with his finger. Hotch is asleep, breathing not sounding any better than it had before but the room feels brighter. Things not so dense.

"I wondered where you ran off to," Derek whispers as he steps in.

Hank looks up from his book, "found Hops."

Derek nods, "yeah, I see that." He won't move Hank just yet. It's as calm as Hotch has been since he came home and Hank is being good. It keeps both trouble makers out of everyone's hair. "Will you watch him for me?" Derek asks playfully. "Seems like you're doing a good job."

Hank nods, attention going back to his book. "Yeah, I'm watchin'."

Derek leans over the bed and kisses Hank's head. Stopping for a moment and just looking at Hotch. His face pale and his breathing still not right.

"Hops is okay, daddy."

Derek clears his throat and nods. As he's walking out he hears Hank start the book over. His soft voice reading out, "one fish, two fish--"

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hank morgan #derek morgan #savannah morgan #emily prentiss #david rossi

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nerdkiller · 3 years

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The way that season 1 is practically bookended by the Adam & Eve themes through Five and Vanya are... magnificent. They’re also somewhat present in S2 as well

TUA is incredibly gothic and the Adam & Eve story already has a heavy heavy influence in the gothic genre as a whole so it makes sense. The Adam & Eve story is also a coming-of-age story, as is TUA, and through their fall to temptation/neglect of responsibility, both Vanya and Five are forced to mature.

It starts off with Five telling how he got trapped in the apocalypse to Vanya, and to Vanya first, specifically. They show us a flashback of Five, already overcome with the temptation of wanting to explore time travel (his forbidden fruit; forbidden knowledge of the self), something Reginald expressly tells him not to do. And his disobedience leads to his permanent separation from that timeline and his home, and leads to the destruction of humanity

It’s interesting because Five is ‘Eve’ in this situation and Vanya is Adam, watching and not going after him, allowing his temptation to become self-destructive

And the rest of the series follows Vanya’s temptation and rebellion against her father, with Leonard playing the role of the serpent, trying to get her to go against her family and what she knows to be true about them. It’s interesting also that there’s sexual undertones to this fall of Vanya’s. Here, Five plays the role of Adam.

Because though that flashback scenes may have had the roles reversed, the overarching structure behind it all is that Five, through his abandonment of Vanya in the start--and his continual negligence of her throughout S1--allows Vanya to fall deeper and deeper into temptation, until she literally causes the destruction of humanity, the fall of Man, and the banishment to yet another timeline away from home. And I think that’s why it’s significant that it’s not Five who stops Vanya, but Allison (the redemptive role of sisterhood is a whole other, relevant subject); it’s an illustration of Five’s failure to stop her from destroying herself, he is Adam and she is Eve

And there’s a whole bunch of little things:

Hunger & Consumption: Five leaves Vanya at breakfast, Vanya is fed pills, Five eats before dirtying his hands again to kill the Board of Directors (S2), Vanya has sex with Leonard (which is a whole different kind of hunger, the hunger of the body, one that Vanya has just discovered). They’re both hungry creatures, and they hunger for things that have negative consequences

Nature: Especially as a place for Vanya’s temptation. Vanya practices her abilities with Leonard in the forest, Leonard is a woodcarver

Vengeance/Pride: Leonard wanted to be equal with the Umbrella Academy and after being rejected he decided to use Vanya in his revenge plot.

Isolation: All of the Harkids were isolated in their youth, as they were sheltered from society in order to be trained as superheroes; but Vanya and Five’s isolation was more along the lines of innocence and a fall from innocence.

Adam naming the world’s creatures & calling Eve’s name: Vanya’s name is the first Five calls. Five also named his “wife” Dolores. They were the only 2 beings on the planet after he trapped himself in the apocalypse, a man and a woman.

Veils & Guilt: There’s something really weird about the way Vanya and Five speak to each other at the start. They’re both really closed off from each other, understanding so much but not speaking about it openly. Five won’t express it fully but I think he recognizes that his leaving had disastrous effects on himself but also Vanya, as it pushed her further into isolation as she no longer had anyone in her corner. He read her book and had that in his head for 45 years, after all. At the same time, the way that Vanya says “they hate me” and mentions Ben’s death out of the blue in their first 1 on 1 conversation strikes me as resentful--though she can’t express her anger fully bc of the pills dulling her emotions. Season 2 of course focuses more on Vanya’s side of things re: guilt (however shoddily). Either way, though they were “sole confidant[s]” in childhood and in their innocence, there’s a veil between them now because of their guilt and knowledge of how deeply they hurt the other, and though they’re mostly kind to one another there’s also a ton of resentment and blame

Mother & Father: Though Allison is the *actual* mother, Vanya has more maternal characteristics; she teaches kids, she’s nurturing of the others, is nanny to Harlan etc. etc. And Five, of all the siblings, is closest to their father in his character. ALSO, it’s interesting to note that though Five is closest in character to their father, Vanya also has a special link to Reginald as well. She’s symmetrically arranged at the table across from him, positioning them at the start as at odds. She loves the violin as Reginald’s former lover (?) once did, who told him to give the violin to someone special. Reginald’s abuse was the true/core reason of her fall, and his failure with Vanya is best expressed in that scene.

Hiding from the Father: Five hides from dad in a closet in S2 and harbors a lot of shame, knowing that his disobedience made him suffer exactly as Reginald said it would. Vanya’s shame comes more from self-denial and separating herself from her family (notably, Five and Luther, who are closest to dad)

Father’s omniscience: Reginald knows everything and somehow has prophetic knowledge. He’s also very long-lived and is *not* human, though he does appear to be... hm...

Breath of Life: (S2) Eve’s name is actually “life,” and Vanya literally gives this to Harlan in S2. Also Five and Vanya are the only ones in the show who both actually resurrect people (Five via time travel and Vanya through... whatever that was that’s suspiciously similar to Reginald’s ability hm hm)

Adam’s rib: Five has a wound/scar on his side now, and I believe so does Diego? Five’s wound comes from his confrontation with the Handler, whose manipulation & exploitation of Five is analogous to his relationship with his dad, and Diego’s wound comes from his confrontation with their actual dad. And if we understand that Lila has many many parallels with Vanya, as antagonists with hidden abilities whose lives were deeply affected by Five’s actions, then that’s another interesting similarity.

EDIT: Five received that wound during the Day That Wasn’t—in other words, his final actions that sealed the future of the apocalypse by erasing the ‘right’ course of events that would’ve led to Vanya discovering Leonard was using her was also the occasion when he received that wound on his side. In other words, Adam/Five’s wounding led to the creation of Eve/Vanya and the White Violin.

There’s probably a ton more that I’m missing at the moment and this is really disorganized, but this is really... destroying me utterly lmao

#the umbrella academy #tua meta #five hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #chefs kiss... she really has it all #like the fiveya dynamic doesnt have much screentime but she accomplishes so much with so little lmao #theres just so much #fiveya

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birthday prince (5)

summary: happy birthday, roman!!! words: 2,900 / ship: dlampts (deceit/logan/virgil/patton/roman/thomas/remy) author’s note: this is part five of my Giving The Gay Anything He Wants series for roman’s birthday (june 4)! all ships are written implied romantic but i’m not stopping you from interpreting it otherwise. check the end notes on ao3 for credit on these gifts (bc i don’t know where to put them in this post)! i hope you enjoy!!

part 1 (roceit) | part 2 (logince) | part 3 (prinxiety) part 4 (royality) | part 5 (dlampts) | read on ao3

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“Rise and shine, buttercup!”

Roman swatted at the air, as if that would send away the voice trying to wake him. “Five more minutes,” he grumbled, burying his face back into a pillow.

“You said that ten minutes ago, sugar,” drawled another.

If Roman really thought about it, he’d remember that, yes, he was guilty of this charge. That didn’t mean that he would admit to it, of course! Besides, even if he did, today was his day so he should have been able to do whatever he liked.

Oh.

Oh!

Energy shot through him as he jolted up. “It’s my birthday!”

Patton’s laugh was musical, the most beautiful sound Roman could ever ask to start his morning with. “I knew we’d get there eventually.”

“I dunno, I was sure it’d take him at least another half hour,” Remy teased, standing in the doorway.

"Good morning!" Roman exclaimed, swooping in for a kiss from Patton. He happily obliged, taking it also as an opportunity to comb a hand through Roman's tangled hair.

Were it not for Remy clearing his throat a moment later, the two might have lost track of time entirely. They pulled apart, only a little sheepish about it. Patton took Roman's hands in his and gave him a tug, urging him out of bed. Thankfully, now that Roman knew what was being celebrated, he followed easily, lips curled into a grin that seemed it'd never go away.

"What's on the agenda?" He asked eagerly, curious how early it actually was and how long it'd be before his first gift.

"Get yourself dolled up first, hon," Remy told him, tilting his tumbler in the direction of the closet.

"Remy!" Patton hissed, a hint of a scolding reminder in his tone, if Roman was hearing right.

Apparently, this was all it took for Remy to remember whatever Patton was trying to say. They swapped places faster than Roman thought possible, especially with his sleep addled brain not quite keeping up. Remy looped an arm through Roman's and began leading the way to the bathroom.

Patton waved at them as he left, "see you in a bit!"

"You're up to something," Roman accused without hesitation.

"Why I never," Remy said, pouting. "When have I ever been up to anything in my whole life?"

It was, again, thanks to Roman's still half-asleep state that he could level Remy with his best unimpressed look.

"Here I am, just trying to help you look your absolute best, and you're claiming me a criminal. That's just plain unfair."

Roman couldn't deny how wonderful that sounded, actually. Doing his own makeup and hair was a regular occasion, so much so that it almost got boring to do anymore. Remy, without a doubt, could be trusted to make sure Roman's winged eyeliner would be sharp enough to kill a man. Not that Roman would ever admit it, but Remy might have been even a better makeup artist than he was.

"Alright, alright," Roman yielded, "I supposed I'd be lucky to have someone of your talent dress me up today."

Remy looked equally smug and delighted at this. He shooed Roman along to take a shower, ducking back out of the bathroom to, presumably, pick an outfit for Roman for the day. The prince used the hair and body care products that he liked to save for special occasions, singing (of course) various Disney love songs as he did. With what must've been some sort of sixth sense, Remy was on him again as soon as he was wrapped up in a bathrobe and towling his hair dry. He got to work without wasting a moment, making sure that Roman's luxurious locks were fluffy and styled just right. The swoop to his bangs had never been so perfect, if he was being honest! The makeup look was bold, reds and golds and glitter; thankfully, Remy reassured him he'd used all waterproof brands so that Roman could cry all he liked without issue.

They returned back to the bedroom, where Remy had the outfit displayed on a mannequin. It shouldn't have been a shock that he'd picked some of Roman's favorite pieces but he was pleasantly surprised all the same.

"I really do just know you that well, I guess," Remy said, nonchalantly.

Roman, lightning quick, pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving behind a lipstick print. "You do and I love you so much for it!"

While Remy blushed and stammered at the sudden affection, Roman darted ahead and began to get dressed. Remy didn't need to turn away to give Roman his privacy, all things considered, but he did anyway, fiddling with the jewelry on Roman's vanity. It took some deliberating, but he decided finally that, above all else, the rainbow jewel encrusted crown was a must for today's ensemble.

"How do I look?"

"Babe, I don't even need to—" Remy's words died on his tongue as he faced Roman. Sure, there had been no doubt that Roman would look handsome as hell, but the beaming smile and light in his eyes and bouncy excited posture… He looked so happy and radiant and— "Wow."

"Stop," Roman said, giggling.

Remy took the crown and approached. He gave Roman a half-bow, smirking up at him. "May I have the honor, your majesty?"

“Stop!" Roman repeated, squeaking.

"Never," Remy promised, standing and reaching up to nestle the accessory on Roman's head. Each strand of hair still fell perfectly into place. "Now then," he said, taking Roman's arm in his, "shall we begin the festivities?"

Getting downstairs took no time at all, though Remy did dart ahead and down the steps first, so that he could loudly announce Roman proper. Patton and Thomas cheered for him as he descended, which added only more to the warm blush that he had a feeling might be a permanent addition today to his makeup. The pair ooh'd and ahh'd over Roman's look, showering him in compliments and praise. If this was just the beginning, then he sincerely was unsure whether he'd make it out of the celebrations alive.

They gathered at the dining room table, where Virgil and Deceit were laying the finishing touches on breakfast. The spread looked delectable, every one of Roman's favorite foods, and all of it hot and freshly cooked. Logan joined them last, carrying a plate with a single biscuit on it. There was a lit candle, too, and they'd all started singing before Roman could even catch up. He blew the little fire out and made a wish - though they'd nearly all already come true at this point, anyway.

"We're breaking a record today of how many times we can sing happy birthday," Thomas said with a wink, "fair warning."

Breakfast was full of fun and light chatter. They talked about the rest of their plans (at least, the ones they weren't keeping secret) and reminisced on old milestones. Roman felt full and happy, content to just sit and listen to his loved ones talk and joke around him. He was never left out of the conversation, though, always pulled back into a topic or started one anew with. He was listened to, unequivocally, and the attention was pleasant.

Soon, the food was finished, and the group moved to the kitchen. Patton and Deceit worked together on dishes while Logan presented what would be the first of birthday treats. They were muffins with Crofter's jelly in the middle, a flavor that Roman didn't recognize.

"Roman's Razzleberry," Logan explained, looking mixed on his feelings regarding the name. "It took some experimenting, but this combination of raspberry, strawberry, and dragonfruit came out the metaphorical winner."

"It's delicious!" Roman exclaimed, taking another from the tray. "My own jam! Thank you, dearest."

They gathered in the living room next, where the furniture had been rearranged to give them space for various activities. They did start with a movie, to let their meal settle, all huddled together on the couches. Roman was squished between Virgil and Thomas, the former playing absentmindedly with Roman's fingers while Thomas trailed his hand up and down Roman's arm, leaving tingles along the way. He might have dozed off a little, warm and cozy as he was.

The short nap energized him for their next game. Charades was one of his favorites as it gave him an opportunity to really practice his acting skills. What better way to hone one's craft than by not being able to use all the normal necessary components? Playing a part without any speaking lines and having to hope he'd do well enough that his companions could guess… It was a challenge he always looked forward to!

Virgil popped out and back in shortly with snacks for them all, the apparent second birthday treat: popcorn and candies and chips and soda, all easy and quick but not any less appreciated. They split into teams of two, leaving one to be their referee, and then each round, swapping out so that they all could have a turn to play. Roman ended up the winner, to absolutely no one’s surprise, though Deceit did come in a close second.

Lunchtime had rolled around and this time, they took to each making sandwiches for themselves. Patton and Remy surprised them (well, surprised Roman) with the third and fourth birthday treats: heart shaped cookies with exquisite frosting doodles and red velvet cake pops, respectively. They were sweet and delicious and baked perfectly and Roman only resisted eating more than he could count because he knew he had to save room still for whatever Thomas and Deceit had made. After they were finished and the dishes were washed, Patton led the way back upstairs. They stopped in front of his room.

“Would it be okay if we took a trip down Memory Lane?” He asked, holding Roman’s hands. “I was thinking we could visit some birthdays past!”

Roman looked to the others, nearly overwhelmed with how much affection and love he had for them all. “Whatever you have planned, I’m all in.”

“Nap time,” Remy and Virgil chorused.

Deceit rolled his eyes while Logan stifled a laugh.

“Shh,” Thomas hushed, giving them pats on the head. It was an amusing sight, to say the least, as Remy had a couple of inches on him and Virgil’s hunched over form was shorter than them both.

Memory Lane was as warm and fuzzy as Roman remembered it. He didn’t come through here often, usually only when he and Remy needed something for a Dream, but the consistent feeling it carried of being embraced by Mom or Dad was nice. The memories they visited were nice, too: old visions of time spent with friends, trips to amusement parks, parties that ran late into the night. While they all had their moments, Roman couldn’t help but feel that his birthday today was the absolute very best of them all. By the time they exited, he wasn’t sure he’d ever felt quite so relaxed. Logan and Virgil, on the other hand, looked like they were a little tired from the adventure. He took to their sides, planting himself between them, and grabbing each of their hands. Their quiet, grateful smiles were enough to give him pleasant shivers down his spine.

“Kitchen’s off limits,” Deceit announced as they all arrived back downstairs. “None may enter.”

“Except me!” Thomas piped up.

“Except you,” Deceit agreed, giving him a not-so-secret smitten smile.

Before Roman could ask why, they’d both disappeared. His attention was quickly stolen by Remy anyway, who was dragging him down onto the couch for his and Virgil’s aforementioned nap time. Patton giggled, making sure that they had enough blankets and pillows to be comfy.

“You sleep well, okay? We’ll wake you up in a little bit!” Patton said, taking Roman’s crown for him so that it wouldn’t get in the way, and setting it carefully on the coffee table.

If Roman wanted to ask Logan and Patton to join their cuddling, he didn’t get a chance to. Remy was carding a hand through his hair, draining him of his energy with each gentle scrape of nails against his scalp. He would have declared Remy a cheater for using his powers like this, but Virgil was falling victim to it as well and having his emo nightmare curled up with him was too pleasant to allow any upset feelings, regardless of how joking or serious they were.

Roman did, in fact, nap well, especially thanks to Remy’s presence.

When he woke, his limbs were only a little stiff, but he was overall very warm and relaxed. Virgil was gone but Remy had his face tucked into the crook of Roman’s neck. His sunglasses had been removed and Roman decided it might be worth dealing with the possible attitude of rousing Remy before he was well and ready if it meant getting to see his pretty eyes.

“Pstt,” he whispered, cupping Remy’s hand in his cheek. “My sweet dreamcatcher, it’s time to wake up.”

Remy grumbled, leaning into Roman’s hold. “Sweetie, I know you aren’t trying to coax me out of slumber right now.”

“Why I never,” he teased, echoing Remy’s earlier faux offended tone.

It took a moment longer, but Roman was blessed with getting to watch Remy blink away the lingering sleep. He thought this might be the best present of them all, seeing the swirling and shimmering shades of brown in Remy’s eyes, never one color at a time. It didn’t last long, what with Remy letting his eyelids slip back closed, but that was because he was leaning in to kiss Roman, and that sort of made it worth it.

“I should’ve known better than to leave you two alone,” Virgil groused suddenly, startling them apart.

“You’re just jealous I got to kiss the most handsome prince in the world before you did,” Remy said cheekily, reaching over to grab his sunglasses from the table and sliding them back on.

Roman couldn’t have prepared even if he wanted to. Virgil moved so quickly, thanks largely in part to those flight reflexes, swooping in and capturing Roman’s lips with his own. The kiss was fierce and passionate and even as Virgil pulled away, Roman followed after him. He sighed, disappointed for it to have ended so quickly. Virgil stuck his tongue out at Remy and then shot away as Remy lunged for him. They chased each other around the living room, laughing and throwing playful insults back and forth. Roman watched fondly from the couch, warm still in their nest of blankets.

Hands pressed down on his shoulders, massaging the post-nap aches away. Roman looked up, finding Logan above him. Logan smiled, bending slightly to give him a kiss on the forehead.

“Troublemakers, the both of them,” he said, only pretending to be disappointed.

“You’re one to talk,” Roman pointed out. “I’ve seen what you and Deceit get up to.”

“Shh,” Logan hurried to interrupt. “I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dinner’s ready!” Patton called suddenly from the kitchen.

Roman’s stomach growled, surprising him; he wondered how long they’d slept for. Logan came around to the front of the couch and helped Roman up. Virgil and Remy had already darted away to try and steal bits of food.

“Has your birthday been so far satisfactory?” Logan asked, taking a moment to return Roman’s crown to his head. It was a testament to Remy’s hard work that his hair still looked flawless.

“It’s been perfect,” Roman answered enthusiastically.

Dinner consisted, once more, of Roman’s favorite foods. The cupcakes were courtesy of Thomas, another birthday treat, and while he seemed embarrassed about the messy frosting, Roman thought it overwhelmingly endearing; he especially liked the edible glitter and fondant stars. As they were nearing the end of their meal, Deceit procured the final birthday treat: champagne glasses for them all, filled with bubbly cider. There was another happy birthday song as Patton brought the cake out to the dining room. Roman had definitely started crying by now, as it all came together just how much they’d done for him today.

“A toast,” Deceit began, holding up his glass. The others followed. “To our favorite author, poet, artist, actor.”

“To the prince of our dreams,” Remy chimed in.

“And our hearts!” Patton added.

“To the best Creativity I could ask for,” Thomas continued.

“To the greatest hero,” Virgil suggested.

“To a wise and clever leader, one whom we can always trust to take care of us,” Logan rounded out.

Roman wiped frantically at his eyes, uncertain whether his makeup was smudge proof as well, but not caring one bit. “Thank you,” he said, voice wobbly and thick with tears. “I love you guys more than I can say.”

Deceit, from his seat beside him, used his free hand to take one of Roman’s. He pressed a kiss to his knuckles and then held that hand to his cheek. “How unfortunate for your wellbeing,” he threatened sweetly, “because I think that we can say plenty.”

And they did, praising him on anything to everything: from his appearance to his creations, his traits and what made him tick, and the cute faces he made without realizing, and every tiny simple little thing they adored about him. It was, to say the least, the best way to end what had been the best day.

#sanders sides fan fiction #roman's birthday #roman sanders #sanders sides #dlampts #ts deceit #dani writes #gifts for roman's bday #it's basically dlamp + thomas + remy but focused on the roman ships #IT'S PUBLISHED BEFORE MIDNIGHT PST HALLELUJAH

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