Artemis: a queen, one who shuns the presence of men. Ruler of the night sky and the hunt, she doesn’t give a flying fuck about your gender roles.
Women can be single. Women can be hunters.
Athena: a scheming, cunning, genius woman, Athena is the mastermind behind every battle. Goddess of both wisdom AND war.
Women can be smart. Women can be warriors.
Aphrodite: a gorgeous woman, beautiful beyond belief, she was married off to a man she did not love. She refused her husband, and is with the chaotic man she truly loves. She loves romance novels and tragic love stories without your permission or stereotypes.
Women can be independent. Women can be beautiful. Women don’t have to love you because you say so.
Persephone: she is Queen of hell and goddess of springtime, drawing the line between death and rebirth. She loves her husband and mother, but refuses to let anyone tell her who to be or where to go.
Women can be sweet. Women can be brutal. Women can be complicated.
Hera: a practical woman, she is the goddess of marriage, her husband is always off fucking mortals. And she always makes sure he pays for it. This doesn’t stop her from being a fair queen, even more of a ruler than her husband.
Women can be powerful. Women make their own choices.
Demeter: a farm girl at heart, she rules the harvest, her mere emotions causing the seasons. Her daughter eloped with the god of death, and she misses her every day. She loves her loyal farmers and the crops they tend.
Women can be nurturing. Women can be depressed.
Hestia: a goddess of small renown, Hesta gave up her spot on the council to Dionsynius to keep order. She is the goddess of the hearth and home, fire and family. She represents the controlled chaos of a fire in the fireplace or a family in their home.
Women can be sacrificing. Women don’t need to be super to be important. Women can be chaotic.
Enough with this patriarchal Greek society. We all know who really ruled Olympus.
the tragic unrequited love story of julian dahl: a year and a half spent wooing his crush via likes and comments, finally he had the perfect plan: casually join the same club as him, maybe do a “love exercise” together… only for some other stalker to sweep in.
y'all……. this girl came through the drive thru today and she was just…… the cutest Ever…… and you know what she said to me? she says “your eyes are so pretty” and smiled @ me…. and i’m like damn my gay heart is exploding….. where are you beautiful girl
The story of Hans and Frederick is perhaps one of the most tragic historical love stories of all time. Hans was a nobleman from birth, coming from a long line of aristocratic military men, but even then he wasn’t high enough on the social ranks to be associating with the likes of the royal family. However, this hardly stopped the crown prince, Frederick, from getting to know and befriending him. It is unclear when the two first met, but it is said that when he and the prince attended the same private mathematics and mechanics class, the two became fast friends. Wilhelmine, Frederick’s older sister, frequently admonished her brother for acquainting himself with those who were ‘below them’. This did nothing to change Frederick’s mind about the young lieutenant that had caught his fancy. Together the two boys shared a love for poetry, the flute and the French language. Based on their letters to one another, it can be inferred that they both spoke in French between them. As the years went on, Hans became the prince’s close confidant as well as his protector. In fact, the lieutenant was known to have stood guard while the prince practiced playing his instrument so that he wouldn’t get punished for it if someone were to find out and tell the King. The closeness of the pair didn’t escape the attention of the Prussian court and for a while it was wildly speculated that they were in fact, lovers. Some even said that they “behaved like a master and a mistress” when they were together. In 1730, Frederick trusted Hans enough to tell him about his plan to run to Britain to escape his father’s abuse. Hans, although he understood his beloved’s reasons, did not support the idea of the crown prince abandoning his country and did all that he could to convince Frederick that there was another way. During this time, Hans was the only person Frederick trusted to deliver correspondence between him and his sister so Hans frequently visited the princess. Wilhelmine, who wasn’t at all fond of Hans, accused him of poisoning her brother’s mind with ideas of escaping, to which Hans replied: “As long as I am with that beloved prince, I shall prevent his executing his designs,”. When the princess heard this, she told the lieutenant that he was putting his life on the line even if he opposed to her brother’s plans. Hans simply answered: “If I lose my head, it will be in a good cause. But the prince will not forsake me,”. In the end, Hans supported Frederick’s decision to leave. Together the two of them, along with their dear friend Keith, plotted to leave at separate times and meet up at the town of Leipzic so they could go over to England. The night the prince was scheduled to leave, he wrote to his beloved: “I am off, my dear Katte. My precautions are well taken, so I have nothing to fear. I shall go through Leipzic, where I shall pass myself for the marquis d'Ambreville. I have already sent word to Keith, who is to go straight to England. Lose no time, for I expect to meet you at Leipzic. Adeiu! Be of good cheer,” Unfortunately, Hans was held up at a town and was caught before he could make his escape. Frederick had a good head start, but he too was captured and the both of them were thrown into prison, accused of treason. Both of them were interrogated roughly and subjected to prisoner-like living conditions for months. Although Hans confessed to being an accomplice of Frederick, he defended his beloved’s decision and never once mentioned that Wilhelmine was a part of their plans. Frederick was said to have given the guards nothing but haughty, harsh and insulting answers, refusing to subject himself to his father’s will. When he did say his side of the story, his alibi lined up perfectly with Katte’s. Frederick William, the prince’s father, was so outraged that he wanted to put his son to death. However, the Holy Roman Emperor opposed to this idea since Frederick is the crown prince and the heir to the Prussian crown. He turned all of his anger towards the unfortunate Hans, who was only initially sentenced with life imprisonment. His executioner refused the command twice and even apologized to Hans when he was sent to escort him to the execution site. The young lieutenant smiled and replied: “I die for a prince whom I love, and I have the consolation to give him, by my death, the strongest proof of attachment that can be required. I do not regret the world,”. Frederick in the meantime was brought to an apartment with a view of the execution stand. He thought that he was going to be executed, but the knowledge that Katte was safe gave him a little comfort. In the morning, the prince was awakened and was forced to look out the window where his love was standing at the scaffold. Frederick attempted to to throw himself out the window, but was held back by the guards. “Delay the execution!” the prince screamed, “I am ready to renounce my right to the crown if his majesty will pardon Katte!” then turning to Hans, Frederick switched to speaking French and said: “Please forgive me, my dear Katte, in God’s name, forgive me!” Hans had nothing but a smile when he called back, “If I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them all for you. There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!” Before the axe hit Hans’ neck, Frederick had already fainted away. After he awoke, the prince became so ill that his life was in danger for three consecutive days. He was ravaged by hallucinations and nightmares and even refused to take any medicine. Frederick calmed down, however, when he was told that his mother and sister would die if he did. Days later, when the prince was in a better state of health, guards came by to ask him to write a letter resigning himself to his father’s will. At first, the prince refused but, feeling like he had nothing to fight for, he eventually stopped fighting and gave in. Wilhelmine mentioned in her memoir that for weeks, her brother insisted on wearing the brown coat that he was given as a prisoner until it was battered and torn, because it was similar to the one Katte wore when he was killed. Frederick remained in a state of depression for quite some time until he shook himself out of it and never spoke of Hans ever again. Through his life, he never fell romantically for any other man or woman nor did he participate in any kind of sexual activity. (All quotes were taken from Wilhelmine’s memoirs)
Jack Falahee as Hans von Katte Toby Regbo as Frederick the Great
Akagi - looks like an angel, is a sneaky sass monster
Oomimi- scary-looking, has tragic back story, loves kittens
Suna - the ‘meh, why am I here again?’ Kunimi’s soulmate. Miya Atsumu - 'I’m so chill’ DONT FCUKING TALK TO ME WHEN I SERVE!!!!!!!!!
Miya Osamu - 'whatevs, bro.’
I was inspired by a tweet by @thenerddess on Twitter about this moment. She mentioned Felicity listening to Oliver’s heart. I probably thought about this more than I should have and gave myself way too many feels.
They were helpless down there. Oliver is bleeding out. Felicity can’t walk. They’re running out of oxygen. The space is filling with gas. There’s no way in or out that they can find, especially not with both of them impaired. Felicity has to expect the team will be trying to reach them, but at this point? She’s not sure if they’ll make it in time.
I think Felicity was expecting Oliver to die here. And there wasn’t anything she could do but sit with him, rest her head on his chest and listen and feel for his heart, anticipating it slowing and stopping. She knows if he dies, she’ll follow. Maybe not right away, maybe not until the air runs out or the gas takes over, but she will.
And frankly, I think she feels that if Oliver is going to die here, that she’d just as soon die too. Right next to him. A tragic, iconic, star-crossed love story for the ages.
How sad and beautiful and heartbreaking and reaffirming is that though? Because they lived. They made it out. But now they know that neither of them wants to do it without the other.
What’s a little life or death to heal hearts, right?
I just want to tell something to most everyone who felt the need to explain how Liam for ME:A is going to be okay, because you believe.
Straights and/or Whites/Non-Blacks (and/or Men for Sera) saying that Sera and Jacob were written perfect have literally no effect on how I feel about how badly they were written.
Like I’m sorry if it sounds mean, but it is a fucking reality that SHOCK, SURPRISE the straight, white, and/or men liked the marginalized characters a Straight White Man wrote.
Marginalized people are oversensitive to these things, not because we’re petty. But again SHOCK, SURPRISE we are raised in a world where we are constantly pelted with backhanded comments, micro-aggression, and unknowing/unconscious “polite” bigots.
Racism, Homophobia/Lesbophobia, and Misogyny can be subtle, it can be subtext, and it can still fuck you up. It can still be internalized, it can still keep all those bigoted mindsets alive. It can confirm stereotypes, it can validate a bigot without meaning to, it can instill unconscious bias (because humans are fucking weak mentally).
So yeah, good on you for having faith. But I don’t have to have shit. I’m CONCERNED, as a Black Person. I AM CONCERNED.
As someone who has followed Bioware for a while loyally and seen Liam’s writer fail to write sympathetic marginalized character, without some “quirk” and insult on their character. I AM CONCERNED.
As someone who has seen Branka’s and Hespith’s “tragic lesbian love story” written by HIM. As someone who has seen Marjolaine’s and Leliana’s “tragic lesbian love story” written by HIM. As someone who has seen Jacob “Black Stereotype” Taylor written by HIM. Aveline “That Slattern” Vallen written by HIM, and Sera “Crazy, Internalized Racist Lesbian” written by HIM. I AM CONCERNED.
You telling me it’ll be okay, isn’t going to make me suddenly believe a man who still being lauded for his work despite the above, is going to drastically change his writing style after 16 consecutive years of poor creative decisions.