The strongest and fiercest warrior of the Agean Army was Achilles, a warrior who was super into his slave women, but also really gay for his best friend Patroklos. You hold the entire combined power of the Danaäns unified against Troy with you. You have the blood of the gods running through you. You shall prevail. You shall conquer. You shall rage.
if anyone ever tries to tell you that the ancient greeks were more sophisticated than us, just remember that there was a ship war between plato and aeschylus over whether achilles or patroclus was the top in their relationship, while xenophon was off complaining that he didn’t ship that
“Is Achilles A Twink” – the greatest thread in the history of forums, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,
Okay but imagine R and Enj falling asleep and R sleepily murmuring some Greek myths to Enj and he casually throws in a really fucked up one in there (like Ixion or Pasiphae) and then Enj is essentially startled awake, sitting upright abruptly with the sheets pooled around him and the most alarmed look he’s ever had on his face, and just all he can say is “Grantaire what the actual fuck”
Achilles lost the one he loved so much and he didn’t wish to live any longer.
Maybe that why Apollo guided the arrow that finally killed Achilles, because none other that a god could.
Maybe Apollo killed Achilles knowing it was a mercy. Apollo, who had lost his love Hyacinth, and probably Daphne knew Achilles’s despair and how he mourned and Apollo guided the who wasn’t a mortal who could find his love again after death and having himself mourned all he had lost… even though he was a God – immortal and eternal and unfeeling – he knew love and he knew loss.
And so maybe Apollo didn’t guide Paris’s arrow true as a curse of vengeance maybe it was blessing to Achilles to find his love again.
If you could wouldn’t you rather have kindness and understanding rather than cruelty and revenge?
Y’know? I relate to Persephone as fuck because I would eat a pomegranate too if half a year I can escape my family and go to the Underworld with a three-headed dog and an edgy, dark life-partner whom I love. Also, I like flowers.
fuguring out who you are, my friend, is a long journey with monsters like the charybdis and scylla of ingrained homophobia and fear of “what if I’m just being edgy,” the cerberus of fear of being different, and the Echidna of Compulsory Heterosexuality. So basically, questioning is like being Odysseus and you need to find out whether you want to go home to Penelope, Peter, both or neither while fighting some pretty sick monsters. Good luck, hero.