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archwer · 1 year
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he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.
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I just realized that when they were younger, Patroclus was easily carried away with rage, envy, and pride. Not until him meeting Achilles, whose warmth melts every hatred and loneliness he has inside of him, steps in.
"He smiled, and his face was like the sun."
Patroclus saw Achilles as the light that brought him out of the darkness. A companion that assured him he never had to walk alone. And a lover that accepted all his imperfections.
However, as they grow older. We can see how the picture suddenly flipped. Achilles turned out to be the one conquered by hatred and pride, while Patroclus became everyone's sunshine. Achilles was cutting throats, Patroclus heals through his words. In spite of all, in spite of Achilles' earthquakes and mistakes: Patroclus' love accepted him, whole. And when the time came that Patroclus begged his lover to fight, joined the war, killed a demigod, and died: we saw how a part of Achilles died inside as well. To him, Patroclus was sunshine and he was midnight rain.
To conclude, it made me realize how they are both each other's light whenever one goes astray. Achilles' attitude towards that end may be upsetting, but that only strongly hints that despite of being a demigod, he is more of a human. And he took accountability for his wrong choices, grieving for his Philtatos, most beloved, Patroclus. Indeed, the characters were imperfect, but it is their flaws that manifest the art of being human. That these imperfections are nothing compared to the perfect love they have for each other, even in the afterlife.
"In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun."
Patroclus and Achilles' love is boundless and everlasting, no one compares.
please help me find the artist of the fanart so i can give proper credits.
oh, it also reminds me of imperfect love by seventeen.
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but if you're looking for perfection, that perfect one, know that it will take you forever. isn't it enough? to know that there are hands for you to hold, hands to wipe away any tears that dare slip, eyes to search yours for hints of worry. is it not enough that there is a home, awaiting your return? is it not enough that you have the love you have always wanted, always yearned for? it must be. it has to be. you owe it to yourself to let it be enough and allow yourself to breathe in the peace you've been granted.
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ssalballoon · 3 months
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be a moon unto yourself 🌕
i took a long break btwn working on this one n this was the original idea... i do miss it but i thought the clothes were too unrelated to him :( goodbye leyendecker inspired gale 💔
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- comp based on gale's datamined icon/waterdeep's coat of arms
- pose is from persona 3 protag's boss fight in p5r + listen to kimi no kioku if u haven't already ⚰️
- the flowers are roses!! i associate them with gale + his ambition even more after learning he burnt the rose bushes as a child
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dargeereads · 11 months
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Imperfect Love by Melissa Schroeder
 5 stars
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These two were perfection together! Both had their own quirks, and they accepted and embraced them. Both always felt a little on the outside, and that made them understand the other all the better. Both were Swifties, though they didn’t realize that connection until later on. And, her cat likes him, when she really is anti-man to all others. Fun, slow burn, rocking chemistry, a lot of heart, and family galore, what more could you want in a small town romance?
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rivernull · 1 year
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versev · 1 year
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Imperfect love, you will always remain in our hearts!!!! Huhuhuhu sobrang precious ng moment na ‘to, please lang gusto ko ulit i-relive! Basta ang saya at napakinggan namin ang Imperfect love nang live!!!! 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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Happy Valentine's Day! (and this blog's first post anniversary!)
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lovegatha · 2 years
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10 BEST QUOTES ON IMPERFECT LOVE
@Everyone is imperfect so the #partner is too. When we #Love someone this is not because they are perfect but because we accept them as they are. Here are 10 #Quotes to share
Everyone is imperfect so the partner is too. When we Love someone this is not because they are perfect but because we accept them as they are. Here are 10 Quotes to share 1. “I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.” —Angelita Lim 2 “You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that…
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lotus-pear · 2 months
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whatever happens, please don’t break
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mediumgayitalian · 1 month
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Will wakes up sometime around two, stumbling over to Arts & Crafts. He looks so incredibly, adorably sleepy, face creased with pillow marks and hair sticking out everywhere even worse than usual, that Nico can’t help his smile.
“Morning,” he says quietly, shifting over in the bench to make room. “Or, well, afternoon.”
“Mmfh,” Will responds. He sways on his feet, eyes still closed, so Nico has reach back and take his hand, guiding him to the seat Nico cleared for him.
“Still sleepy?”
Instead of answering, Will slumps onto his shoulder. Nico tenses for a moment, but quickly relaxes — Will is out of it. He’s a heavy weight on Nico’s side, and his breath comes out in little puffs; he’s halfway to snoring. He sets aside the clay sculpture he was making, wiping off his hands, and shifts slightly to make his shoulder more comfortable, sliding his hands in Will’s hair. After a quick glance to double check that no one’s around, he cards through the matted curls, carefully untangling the birds nest that sits currently upon his head.
“Night shift was long?”
Will groans, nuzzling deeper into Nico’s neck. Nico huffs, allowing it, turning his half-limp body so he’s practically sitting on top of him. It’s kind of a nice weight, actually. And Will is warm, slumped and half-sprawled in his lap like a freckly blanket.
“Got thrown up on three times.”
It takes Nico a second to decipher the words, mumbled as they are. His finger gets caught in a strand of Will’s hair as he winces, tugging a touch too hard. Will shivers.
“Oof.”
“Mhm. Shouldn’t complain, though. Not Cecil’s fault.” He pauses. “Well, it’s a little his fault. I told him not to mess with Billie’s garden.”
Nico smiles. “You know, it’s not the first time a Hermes kid has been poisoned for their dumbassery. You could’ve left his cabin to handle him.”
“They would do a horrible job. They might actually make him worse.”
“Yep.”
“…I can’t leave him to suffer, Neeks.”
“Hero complex,” Nico teases. “Sounds like a natural consequence to me.”
“Shhhh. I’m sleeping.”
“It’s two thirty in the afternoon, Solace.”
“Pot, kettle, et cetera.”
Nico smiles. “Only dorky people say et cetera when they’re half asleep.” He shifts, accepting that he has a lapful of head medic, now, no refunds or exchanges. It’s still, somehow, very comfortable — he feels as if he’s laying in a sun patch, under a warm, heavy blanket. Plus, Will smells like strawberries and lavender and his sandalwood shampoo. Nico could get used to it.
He does, however, subtly raise a couple skeleton to stand guard outside the gazebo — no need to get anyone gossiping. As cute as a sleepy Solace is, Nico can and will shove him to the ground the second anyone gets too close. He has a Reputation.
(He is a liar.)
“Did I miss the strawberry coffee cake this morning?”
“Yes.”
“Aw.”
Nico hums, untangling the last of his hair. Without anything for his hands to do, he slides them under Will’s hoodie, resting them in his stomach, ignoring his whining and exaggerated shiver at Nico’s ice-cold hands.
If Nico is going to function as his personal bean-bag chair, Will is going to function as his space heater. Fair’s fair.
“Saved a piece for you, though.”
He feels Will’s grin more than sees it, twisted up as they are. He feels his happy little wiggle, too, arms flailing before wrapping around Nico’s waist, thighs shifting before re-bracketing his hips.
“You’re my actual favourite.”
“Hm. I think you say that to all the boys you save you strawberry cake and let you nap on them.”
“Nah.” Will’s breathing starts to slow, body stilling as he rests his head right about Nico’s heart. He can feel his puffs of breath in his collarbone, tickling the skin under his thin t-shirt. “Just you.”
Nico flushes, more pleased than he’s willing to admit, and rests his chin on his head, watching over the strawberry fields. He checks that Will is actually asleep, and when he is, he presses a quick, darting kiss to his still-creased cheek, and smiles.
“You’re my favourite, too.”
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rendevok · 1 year
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A collection of kissable Phoenixes. Like to agree, rb to steal a kiss, reply to confess your undying love, yes you, Miles
Most of these are redraws of screencaps people sent me on twt but of course i took creative liberties on some 😚💋💕💕
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sunlightdrop · 4 months
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"i like it in here, and so do you!"
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transhawks · 21 days
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Maybe I want too much but like three and a half years after the reveal you think more people would write a canonly accurate Dabi, in which he's less wanting revenge over the abuse and more just upset and obsessed with being discarded. Like I've resigned myself to fanon Dabi being everywhere but sometimes I pause and just wish people could be okay with the idea Touya adored his father and his motivation is being thrown away by him, not that he was "pushed" to be better, because we know Endeavor did the exact opposite in canon.
I don't know, I just like that dynamic more. I like the Dabi who screams in jealousy that Shouto has amounted to nothing even with abuse and seems to even wish he could have been in Shouto's place despite knowing what his kid brother has been too. I like the rage at being replaced and cast aside, I like the entitlement that comes from being so close and so far to fulfilling his father's dream and the yearning to be looked at. And yeah, I also like the uncomfortable idea that for the first three or years of fatherhood Endeavor actually had a kid who loved him before he ruined it all.
It makes all the more ugly how it turned out, and far more human to realize how much Dabi craves his father's attention and when this is now such a core part of his character, why am I rarely able to see it in fic? Why are people so against portraying a Dabi who loved his father and wished exactly to be what he wanted at one time? I don't think this Endeavor apologia, wanting to see the canonly written dynamic between them? It just feels like we can't leave 2020 in characterization.
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shadow0haven · 1 month
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I'm slightly insane about how in Intermezzo, Kayne basically set John up for the bait. He made a lot of comments about John's mistakes, lies, how he fell back into his old ways and basically became like the King in Yellow again. That he didn't want Arthur to know that, because he knows if Arthur knew, he'd lose him.
He cares about Arthur so much. All that time in the dark world, all the time being stuck and reverting back to old habit, *but he still remembered Arthur and wanted to go back to him*.
And John sees how Arthur is treating him because of his memory, he sees how Arthur is relating to other people, and their snappiness and impatience with each other, and then Kayne gives him the choice to get rid of Arthur's memory.
Saying YES. Because he doesn't want to lose Arthur's relationship and wants it to be good.
God they are both such messes. Arthur has made so many fuck ups and mistakes, and so has John, and their friendship makes me very unwell.
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qingxin-dream · 5 months
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the human condition.
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He draws no breath, yet he lives.
He has no heart to love, yet you set his soul aflame with the ghost of your touch.
He has no need for nourishment, yet the taste of your lips is his favorite delicacy.
He has no need for sleep, yet every moonlit night he chases your nightmares away.
He is burdened with immortality, yet if you wanted to tear him to pieces he would let you.
He knows betrayal like an old friend, yet he trusts you will put him back together again.
He has no claim to this world, yet he would burn it to the ground to see your soft smile.
“For you, my love, and to hell with the rest.”
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art credits: @/__ixyo on twitter
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silusvesuius · 3 months
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a lot of blues
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