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This will never not bother me

Me because Artemis was completely manipulated to move on from Wally by her own best friends and SHE DOESN’T KNOW

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Sorry but I have to say: Peggy Carter is Amazing in every version of her, as an agent, as Captain Carter, and anyone who doesn't appreciate her is definitely a moron.

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thinking about pre-war steve painting a beautiful portrait of bucky and entitling it “desire.”

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A little drawing of them. For me. As a treat

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Do y’all think Achilles and Patroclus are now living happily together in Elysium? That they look at mortal activity every once in a while and are surprised to see they are remembered and even beloved by so many? Or they have reincarnated and now live as a married couple with a few dogs and maybe even kids. They don’t remember the war they fought but they know their love for each other is as old as time. Either way, I hope they’re happy.

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Someone today will read Shakespeare’s hamlet and say omg he’s just like me fr. Another person will read moby dick and proclaim Ishmael as an adhd king.

A person grieving for their recently deceased lover reads the iliad and they watch as Achilles rages and rages and god how righteous anger fueld by love is so devastating that it’s ramifications still affect the world several thousand years later.

We might one day settle down and read the epic of gilgamesh and watch as a king has to accept the death of the person he loved the most. One of the very first stories ever written and it was about coping with death, and how to grieve.

We don’t read classics because they’re old, we read them because they remind us that we are never alone. That a character created over 500 years ago struggled with the exact same problems we all still have today. That even a king from centuries past had to deal with death just like me. That’s what makes stories so powerful–they prove to us that we are never truly alone in what we are feeling.

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This made me cry. Seeing someone talk about Patroclus like that is so refreshing. You sang the Song of Patroclus.

And with kindness leads to greatness

Patroclus is a kind man, written in between his words of doubt and low self esteem. The way he treats women he encounters with care and empathy speaks volumes then the words he utters.

His mother, everly so writtenly as meek and homely seemed to shine in his eyes as the sandy beaches of his home. As though, supposedly to dispise her from his father's lament. He remembers her simpleness like the warmth of the fading sky. Drifting and disappearing. But as the strings of her lyre, she is there only existing.

When Deidameia got pregnant with Achilles and learned that he will never ever love her, she was angry, disappointed and thrown away. She was promised of the boy and so she gave. And out of sheer destruction of a heart break, she agonizingly seeked comfort from Patroclus and demanded to lay with her so she could even by a small margin feel the soul of Achilles mending her broken heart. Cause as Patroclus quoted he is half of Achilles soul.

She's a victim in all of this as much as she tries to stand between the two lovers. And Patroclus understands this. Bedding her too but out of sympathy and kindness that she wanted to feel.

He was so human that when Briseis was turned into a prize of war, he urged his lover to take her and save her from being soiled by Agamemnon. He befriended her, clothed her, and taught her the way of the greeks. And as more prizes come, if by means possible, he wished for Achilles to take them from the humiliation to come.

In return for his selflessness, he was loved by the girl. Even offering him a child she could bare, knowing full well that she wont be the apple of his eye. But Patroclus could not dirty her like that. He knew she deserved better.

Thetis, on the other hand, had loathed him since the beginning. Yet she unknowingly seeked comfort from his memories of her lost child. Never to truly knowing the boy she had given birth to but only from the words of his lover. Patroclus was at her mercy, begging to reunite with his lover and yet instead of hating her even until death, he sang her Achilles' song.

And with the last hymns of his memory, she obliged writing his name beside her child's. The only motherly thing she had ever done.

Patroclus was the best of the Myrmidons for his sheer kindness alone. The cowardice that was bestowed by his true father was a lie but the name 'Patroclus' that meant glory of the father was true. Chiron is proud of his child. He honored him, using the knowledge he had bestowed and saved dozens of lives of hardened greek soldiers. Memorizing their names and each of their stories like his father did. Although, unlike them, he did not fight with swords and spears, he fought with his empathy in hand.

And the boy he had accidentally killed as a prince? It was not an act of cowardice of his confession, it was atonement. Acceptance of what he had done. Unlike those other kings and princes, he took the punishment as one should supposed to.

And that is why Achilles loved him. And that's why Achilles died when he did. Because he is the mortal half of his supposed to be godhood.

He is his other half, as the poet say.

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NAH THIS HAD ME CRYING SO MUCH??? I love them.

Idk I saw a lot of stuff about Jason and revival and revenge and killing and it sort of amalgamated into this and I doubt I’ll ever write up the rest of the world around it so I might as well post it here:

“Jason,” Dick pulled him in, held him close, too tightly to pull away. “You are alive. You are a living, breathing person. You are not a shadow of what you used to be; you aren’t some kind of ghost haunting us. You are you. As you are, right now. You’re not made of or for revenge. You’re made of flesh and blood and bones. You’re here because you are. Because you are alive.” Jason felt something wet drip onto his shoulder and realized with a start that Dick was crying.

“Dick?” He tried to worm his way into a position where he could see his brother’s face. “Dick, I…” he trailed off, because what could he say? That he felt alive? That he felt real? It would be a complete lie. Jason could do many things, but he couldn’t lie when Dick was crying. Dick’s fingers scrabbled just slightly at his back, as if he was afraid that Jason would somehow slip out of his grip.

The dam broke. Suddenly, Jason’s whole body was shaking, tears falling before he could do anything to stop them. “Dickie, what if I’m not? What if this is all a trick, what if I’m not really me anymore?”

And for all that Jason knew Dick was crying, knew that he was was only barely holding it together more than he was, Jason was soothed by the hand stroking his hair. Dick hiccuped, then shushed him, gently, lovingly.

“You drink Earl Grey tea, never coffee, first thing in the morning, even when you haven’t slept in days. You snore, just slightly, when you finally go to sleep, which you never do before reading just a little bit. You’ve never stopped hugging a kid first, because you never know how long they need. You worry so much about protecting people, and ensuring there’s justice for people who fall through the cracks, because you care about everyone so much. You are my little brother. And even if you don’t know who you are anymore, that will be true. Even if you don’t know what it means to be Jason, you get to decide that. You get to figure that out because that’s what you do when you’re alive.”

By the time Dick had finished with his speech, his chest was heaving, both with the force of saying the words, insisting that Jason listen, and because he was fully weeping now. Jason wasn’t sure how long they stood like that, crying into each other. It could have been thirty seconds or multiple hours. It didn’t matter. He was alive. There was some immutable fact in that sentence. Something he couldn’t quite place. Something he didn’t know how to see in the moments before Dick had pulled him into this hold. Jason was alive. He got to decide what to do with it.

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Open letter to new kiddie FNAF fans

To all the little kids (or not) out there who are getting into FNAF,

Hi. It's going to be a wild ride. There are so many plot twists, secrets, lore, theories, jokes and frights that span over almost a decade of content. There are dozens of different animatronics each with their quirks and stories. The movie, which I assume is why you're getting into it in the first place (if it's not, this still goes for you), is just the beginning.

So sit back, relax (not really) and enjoy. Believe in the silly theories, play the games with your friends, and watch the movie again and again. Laugh. Scream. Get scared. Master the controls. Count the minutes. Have fun. I hope this game makes your childhood a little more interesting and unforgettable like it made mine.

To me, this movie marks the end of my childhood. I moved away, started university and made new friends. There were a lot of changes and, in the end, I realised that deep down, little me is just overjoyed that there is a movie for FNAF. She's just happy her favourite horror game has grown so much. Even if everything else changed, FNAF is still there. So I hope, this movie and franchise can mark the beginning of your childhood and accompany you as you grow too.

So, my dears, be aware you'll never be alone again. Always looking over your shoulder for a glimpse of a familiar brown bear. But that's what's fun about it. Though I got no time to properly play anymore, it's definitely something I go back to any chance I have.

It's gonna be way more than five nights, my new friends.

So, join us for a bite, enjoy the party, the pizza and more importantly, keep an eye on the cameras.

Welcome.

With love,

Your veteran security guard

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Miraculous Ladybug birth years and ages

So, I'm sure this must have been pointed out before but as a Fruits Basket reader, I adore the Chinese zodiac and enjoy figuring out characters' ages and birth years when they reveal their Chinese zodiac. Spoiler alert for season 3 of Miraculous Ladybug!

With that said, during "Ikari Gozen", at the very end of the episode, Marinette asks Kagami about her Chinese zodiac. Kagami says her zodiac is the dragon (which, by the way, was really well thought because she receives the dragon miraculous and everything just fits so well because the 12 miraculous from the bottom drawers of the Guardian's box are the 12 Chinese zodiac signs. And I fangirl about it so much. Sorry.) So that means, according to this neat little chart I took off of Google, that Kagami was born in 2000.

That means that now in 2023, she is 22-23 years old depending on her b-day.

Now moving on to Marinette. She says her sign is snake which means she was born in 2001 and that makes sense because, if we assume that the show takes place in 2015, she's 14. And everything now matches. So now, Marinette is 21-22 years old.

TL;DR: The whole teen cast can be assumed to be between 21 and 24 years old in 2023. They were between 13 and 16 in 2015, which we may assume is when the story takes place. After all, despite being 5 seasons and roughly 8 years, it's only been a few months since Marinette and Adrien got their respective miraculous.

Again, this must have been pointed out already but I haven't seen it and really wanted to share this. I hope this post made sense. Anyways, I'm quite late to the fandom because I, unfortunately, stopped watching when Season 2 started coming out and only picked it back up now. So, this may be common knowledge and I just don't know about it. If you reached this point of the post, thanks for reading!!

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I made this after discovering Laufey’s music. it’s been a while since I’ve done any ml stuff lol.

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well who'da thunk

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Random JJK headcanons!!!

a/n: Hey! These are my first set of JJK headcanons! I hope you all like it!!.

SLEEPOVERS!!! Itafushikugi have regular sleepovers on Fridays. The room in which they sleep alternates. It's always noisy up until 3 in the morning. Megumi acts like he doesn't like it. Spoiler alert: He does.

Nobara decorated Yuuji's room with fairy lights, polaroids and posters saying that he needed more personality in his room since he's staying there for a long time (this is her way of showing she cares and that she really hopes he doesn't get executed).

She also once walked in Fushiguro and Itadori kissing while making dinner and was so conflicted. She didn't know if she screamed/laughed and ruined the moment, silently retreated to tell Maki or a mix of both.

Itadori and Fushiguro have what Yuuji affectionately calls a "boredom day" where they basically just sit together in the huge bean bag in the dorm living room and read (in Fushiguro's case) or play on their Nintendo Switch (in Itadori's case). It gives them some sense of normalcy.

Neither Maki nor Nobara formally asked each other out. It started with one shopping trip turned lunch date and they just went from there. When Yuuji asked Nobara when she would ask Maki out she just said "Oh, she's my girlfriend already. We've been together for months now." They just love each other a lot ok?

The rare times Yuuta gets to come home, the first person he visits is Inumaki. They spend the day together away from the others before Yuuta goes to properly greet them.

Gojo has accidentally called his students by the wrong name before. He has no regrets. His students hate him. Business as usual.

Megumi has accidentally called Gojo "dad" but tries gaslighting Gojo and any witness into thinking he did not.

At least once a month the second years and the first years get together to have movie nights. They have prohibited Yuuji from speaking during the movie because there's a huge chance he has watched it before and will accidentally spoil something. As a consequence, he is usually the designated snack/beverage getter since he won't really be missing anything.

Gojo gets mildly upset on off days when his students all leave on dates and he has no one to annoy. that is until he sees Nanami or Shouko and spends the rest of the day annoying them.

Nobara, Yuuji and Megumi have an odd secret code composed of looks, hand gestures and body language that no one has been able to figure out yet. While it is (or so they claim) solely for missions and efficiency, they actually use it a lot to judge/talk shit about other people.

That's it for now!! I hoped you liked them!

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the mystic messenger ouran!au that everyone has surely been waiting for lolol

bonus:

★ shop ★ commission info

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THIS IS THE EXACT FIC I WAS NEEDING. it warmed my heart so much T-T

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 | c. saeyoung ఌ

☀︎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: another break, another time he gets to see you. but he’s tired of watching another route go by as he continues to watch you flirt with someone who isn’t him. so this time, instead of watching, he does something about it

☀︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 707 x gn!reader

☀︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff and angst

☀︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: self doubt, angst, zen route spoilers, the reset theory

☀︎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫´𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I love the other routes, don’t get me wrong! but saeyoung is my favorite, I even have his sweater ! :D so knowing about the reset theory.. makes me sad knowing someone I genuinely would date if he was real has to watch us love someone else so without further ado, enjoy something I wish was real <33

You yawned as you saved and exited out of a chatroom. Jeez, your sleeping schedule really hates you whenever you decide to play Mystic Messenger. But as always, it’s worth it to you.

2am, wow. That’s the latest you’ve gotten to sleep early when playing the otome game. But once you’re about to exit out of the app, you receive a call from the messenger.

707 is calling you.

..what?

You’ve played Zen’s route a couple of times already and you can’t remember this specific chatroom even having a phone call after it’s done. You blinked before pressing on the accept call, looking down at the English words translated.

“Hey.. you should be sleeping.” A chuckle came from his end.

But instead of hearing Seven’s korean voice.. you heard english.

This really couldn’t be happening. You thought maybe you heard wrong, but then he spoke to you again.

“You’re not replyinggggggggg, come on, space partner. I can hear your breathing, you weirdo.”

You sighed before lifting your phone to look at the options, only to find none available. You titled your head, wondering how you were supposed to reply. Until a box had appeared on the screen.

‘Speak into the phone like an actual phone call! Seven can hear your voice.’

… okay… now this is really weird.

You cleared your throat before lifting your phone to your ear, acting like it was a real life phone call.

“..Seven?” You replied.

“Oh finally, I was wondering when you’d answer. You should be sleeping, dummy.” His voice immediately replied.

A small laugh escaped your lips, causing him to heat up on his end.

Seven knows he’s not supposed to mess with the rules of the game. He knows he shouldn’t have called you and he knows.. he shouldn’t be trying to pursue you either.

But can you honestly blame him?

You were so perfect in his eyes. Someone he desperately wanted. Yet, couldn’t have.

Finally, you had time to play the game again. And he really missed you so seeing that you’ve logged in made him excited.

That is.. until you picked the causal story and pursued Zen.

Why Zen?

I mean, It’s not as if Seven hates him, no it’s the complete opposite. Zen is his family and he’s always thinking about him. But it just didn’t seem fair.

Saeyoung followed the rules.

He gave up his life for his brother, he became an agent to support him and his brother, he gave up a comfortable life in settling down, he gave up the safety he once had—

Why should Seven have to give you up?

“Look who’s talking, you should be sleeping too, Mr. Secret Agent.” You laughed into the phone shortly after.

Mystic Messenger was a game that made you feel safe. Not only did it have adoring characters but it provided a feeling of safety for you, especially when it came to Seven.

“Ahh, you’re threatening a secret agent now, huh. Guess I’ll just have to arrest you.”

“You can’t do that, dummy.” Another laugh.

Yea, you were perfect alright. He smiled into his phone, grateful that for once, he did something selfish and disobeyed the rules of the game and all because Seven wanted to hear his favorite player’s voice, you.

Seven doesn’t know why exactly he’s attracted to a single player. If you asked him, he’d probably come up with some cheesy pick up line or tell you how you matched the brightness in the late night sky that he enjoys so much.

“Pfft- how are you doing, tonight? So, Zen, huh? I’m sensing some explosive chemistry there.”

But he continued to be supportive because that’s part of his programming.. being supportive of Mc’s decisions. After all, if you were going to marry him in the space station, support in each other as partners was necessary..

“I’m good, Seven. Also haha, don’t be weird. You know Jaehee would be upset about it.” You replied causally.

“Don’t let Jaehee stop you,” you could hear him bite into an apple, grateful he was eating something healthy this time, “she’s not the boss of your life.” He shrugged.

“No she doesn’t, but I’d feel like a shitty friend. Whether Jaehee likes him or doesn’t romantic wise, I can’t seem to understand how her as a fan wants to keep Zen single. Isn’t it a bit..”

“Pfft- selfish?”

“I didn’t say that! No!”

“But you were thinking it.” He started laughing again.

The laughter quieted down and you both sat in the comfortable silence, Seven enjoying that he finally got to hear your beautiful voice. It was so sweet, everything he ever imagined it to be. Honey covered words with a tone of utter sugar.

“So. Why are you awake, space partner?” He spoke to you again, wanting to hear your voice once more.

“I just finished a chatroom. I didn’t want to have to wake up early just to finish it again.” You sighed, hating that some chats were at 2am.

You didn’t realize what your words meant. Seven nodded across the phone, understanding that playing the game late was common among players.

“Brutal. Just buy more hourglasses, dummy.”

“Ugh no. Way too overpriced.” You chuckled, acting as if you were talking to a friend.

It seemed as if you had forgotten that Saeyoung Choi was a game character in an otome game you loved.

“Overpriced?,” he laughed, “then trade the hearts you get for hourglasses.”

“See I would, but I want a high number of hearts-”

“You’re stubborn.. it’s cute.” He smiled into the phone.

“Youuu are cuter.” You softly replied, feeling a bit of confidence in your words.

A peaceful silence set over you two again, Saeyoung sighing as he realized he needed to let you sleep.

“Alright I’m gonna leave, you need sleep and I have work to do.” He could hear a pretty yawn that escaped your lips.

“Yea that’s fair. I need to be up early anyway for something tomorrow.” You nodded into the phone.

“Goodnight Saeyoung,” you said his real name without thinking, “sleep well and don’t stay up too late, dummy.” You gave a small chuckle.

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. You heard typing before hearing his voice once more.

“Goodnight.. y/n. I love you. Call me more often.. space partner. Here’s to hoping you don’t get too frustrated when Echo Girl tries to ruin Zen’s career again in his route.” The call ended with a laugh on his end. You looked at your screen, eyes widening as you finally realized.

You had been on the phone with Saeyoung Choi, a fictional character in mystic messenger about not only the game.. but he called you by your name and not Mc.

You quickly went to the phone calls, checking to see if it actually existed. And sitting there on the screen was a phone call with the hacker himself that you had for a few minutes. His calling card was no longer five hourglasses. Instead, a number was displayed and you could press on it with it immediately calling him.

A single text is what left you even more stunned.

Saeyoung: So much for not falling in love with a player.. I enjoy our time together, y/n. I mean it, space partner, you better call me, I didn’t make my calling card free for nothing. I love you. Enjoy Zen’s route.