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abisexualidiotstuff · 5 months
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you’re in the wind, i’m in the water
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hogoflight · 3 months
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INCREDIBLY UPSETTING (me. It’s upsetting me.) HYPOTHETICAL VARIATION OF HYACINTHUS’ DEATH & REBIRTH:
OK we’ve got “Apollo grieves Hyacinthus so so so much he will not let him fully die and he becomes the Hyacinthus flowers”. And he is somewhat sentient as flowers. But how would Apollo feel, knowing and realising that every single year, Hyacinthus is dragged up from death to be reborn and split into thousands of little pieces of himself, to feel every single piece of himself dying and rotting and decaying individually, mere months after feeling a remote shadow of the life he once had? And this happens every single year!
WORSE THOUGHT: WHAT IF HYACINTHUS ASCENDS. and Apollo sees him alive again and he cries and sobs and clutches him so so tightly and is so relieved that he’s back and Hyacinthus is crying and laughing and holding him upright and they embrace and for a few months everything is so, so wonderful. Then Hyacinthus falls… ill. He shows signs of being poisoned. Soon, he cannot leave their bed, and sooner, he is gone once more. Apollo is utterly and wholly inconsolable, but not as inconsolable as he is next spring, once he sees Hyacinthus standing, once again, at the gates of Olympus, shaken and silent and slightly colder than he was last time.
How would they cope? Desperately holding and kissing each other (and yeah also doing each other) out of fear the next day may be one of Hyacinthus’ last, and as a way of trying to show how much they care without actually talking about anything? What if Hyacinthus grows jaded and his self-disgust takes root and grows as he sees how completely destroyed his Apollo has become out of worry of grief for him? How would Hyacinthus feel, knowing that even through climbing out of the underworld, through Greece, up Mount Olympus and through its gates, Apollo could and would only look at him like he’s already grieving for him (or maybe he never stopped)? What if they grow to feel deeply sick at the sight of each other for a tense, uncomfortable while? What if this snaps one day when Hyacinthus is very, very late for his usual arrival, when Apollo suddenly realises he chose to stay down, alone in Greece, Without him, to avoid seeing him again?
And what if, eventually, they learn to live with this cycle? What if they move to Hyperborea when Hyacinthus arrives (OKok this doesn’t make wider sense but IT’S OK) so they can see the world together, see what’s changed in the year he was gone, and spend the more of the moments they have gently basking in each others’ presence while they have it? What if every time Hyacinthus is brought above the ground once more, he visits places and friends he’s made in Greece, catches up with them, brings souvenirs and gifts and greetings to Apollo once he reaches him?
I imagine Aphrodite fits into this by either being the one to carry Hyacinthus into Olympus every time, out of care, or helping Hyacinthus on his journey to Olympus. which is very relevant bc he could choose to just stay in Greece during spring But also Of Course he goes to Olympus (almost…) every single time bc that’s where his love is. (His journey up to Olympus is therefore motivated by love and there’s no better person to guide that journey than the goddess of love herself!)
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red-might-be-dead · 4 months
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put him on a stake! now!
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lithi · 8 months
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*trying very hard to not say something inappropriate*
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zeebtrolls · 11 days
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maybe i answer sum little asks i never got to… my bad yall :( i forget there’s an inbox
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askchee · 1 year
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hey Chee did you know that you can run at 50-80 mph but for about 30 seconds?
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“To be completely honest it hurts a lot when I try to run to fast though, so guess it doesn’t really apply too much to me…” -Chee
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james-p-sullivan · 3 months
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the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
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rezmacro · 5 months
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the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy
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lavosse · 10 months
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they would NOT fucking have communication skills that good
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trainwreckgenerator · 3 months
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my evening
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mokeonn · 4 months
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I think at some point in time we need to sit down and start explaining to artist who want to make a career out of art that there are FAR more options than just "living off of commissions" and "posting my art online and praying I get paid for it".
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ot3 · 7 months
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i dont like the idea that kids these days are doing their fandom rps with ai chatbots. that's how you're supposed to make lifelong friends as a weird really online teen.
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wowwforever · 1 month
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They’ll never do a Hitman level set in a Furry Convention because gamers would absolutely ruin it but imagine. like the target isn’t a furry he just owns a hotel that happens to have one every year but you can disguise yourself in a fursuit and some guy will ask you “what species is your sona” and 47 would be like “a wolf. i always felt a connection with…hunters.” and then diana would be like “let’s see if you can sniff out some information, furrty-seven” and then he comes to my house and kills me for writing this
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he transitioned, it's hatsune mike now
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i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING
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robotpussy · 2 months
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