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aestetet · 1 year
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“Bring him back to me.” (2022 VERSION)
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facinaoris · 1 year
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Patroclus, he says, Patroclus, Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only. Somewhere Odysseus is kneeling, urging food and drink. A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills him there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.
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henrycavillary · 1 year
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The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
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skylessnights · 5 months
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CHAPTER FIVE → THE SONG OF ACHILLES
His spear, as he began the first pass, moved faster than my eye could follow. It whirled, flashing forward, reversed, then flashed behind. The shaft seemed to flow in his hands, the dark gray point flickered like a snake’s tongue. His feet beat the ground like a dancer, never still. I could not move, watching. I almost did not breathe. His face was calm and blank, not tensed with effort. His movements were so precise I could almost see the men he fought, ten, twenty of them, advancing on all sides. He leapt, scything his spear, even as his other hand snatched the sword from its sheath. He swung out with them both, moving like liquid, like a fish through the waves.
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leovaldezs · 10 months
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@lgbtqcreators creator meme — [1/8] lgbtq+ relationships
Patroclus, he says, Patroclus, Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only. Somewhere Odysseus is kneeling, urging food and drink. A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills him there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.
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helniksdaughter · 10 months
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{The Song of Achilles}
by Madeline Miller
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akiva-a · 3 months
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"I am made of memories."
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maddiebuckley · 2 years
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“that is — your friend?" "philtatos," achilles replied, sharply. most beloved.”
for @diwalis​. happy birthday, most beloved ♡
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emmafallsinlove · 11 months
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moodboard: Achilles and Patroclus (The song of Achilles)
We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.
my gift to @dam-bluecookies for swiftie pride event 💖
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she · 1 year
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There is no law that gods must be fair. And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. — The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller
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jeremyknoxs · 2 years
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@fantasysociety game 06 | pride + @fictionnet event 06 | pride ↳ achilles & patroclus, the song of achilles
but the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. they do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. this, i say. this and this. the way his hair looked in summer sun. his face when he ran. his eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. this and this and this. so many moments of happiness, crowding forward.
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librarysource · 2 years
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@librarysource event III: pride (the song of achilles)
❝  i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world. ❞
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oscarwilds · 2 years
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@fictiondaily mission 4: dyanimcs -> Achilles and Patroclus
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
“Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.
THE SONG OF ACHILLES by Madeline Miller
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delilahsbard · 2 years
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He is half of my soul, as the poets say.
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
happy birthday @vaanavill i love you, hope you have great one <3
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skylessnights · 1 year
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You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you. Achilles, it's not much but there's proof.
                                                   — Achilles Come Down, Gangs of Youth
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thebestpartofhim · 2 years
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A rare image of a fearsome trojan soldier not falling for that BS
circa 750 BCE
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