Friendly reminder that Patroclus should not be remember simply as “Achilles’ bitch”.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus was a little shit. He had the power, the looks and the skills, and he knew it. Not only he excelled at battle; he did it while taunting his enemies all the fucking time cause he was going to win and he knew it.
Friendly reminder that he was the one guy who got to call out on Achilles, something no one else dared to do. In fact, men went to ask him to call out on Achilles because everyone was scared of him. Except for Patroclus.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus had advanced medical knowledge, something extremly rare at the time. He healed many of his friends and comrades during battle. Hadn’t it been for him, many great warriors would have died.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus was loyal to a fault. He was always by Achilles’ side in battle. He never disobeyed Achilles orders. The one time he did, was the time he died.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus was kind and had a soft heart. He cried because while Achilles’ Rage lasted, he wouldn’t let any of his men enter battle, Patroclus included. And while Achilles’ troops were hiding in their ships, the rest of the Greek army got crushed. Patroclus felt so powerless and helpless because he couldn’t do nothing as he saw his comrades dying.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus had a character crisis. He had to decide whether obeying his Lord’s commands and abandoning his friends in battle, or going against his Lord’s wishes and engaging fight.
Friendly reminder that he refused to stay behind like a coward. He chose to enter battle, but since he was a honourable man he told Achilles about it. Friendly reminder that he managed to sway Achilles’ Rage. Friendly reminder that he managed to convince Achilles to let their troops rejoin the war, thus returning the victory to the Greeks.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus was flawed. He committed hubris. He got so battle drunk and was so excited by the prospect of finally ending the war, that he disobeyed Achilles’ direct command not to fight near the walls of Troy, and chased the Troyans back to the limits of the city. To the place Achilles had specifically told him not to go because it would be too dangerous. Friendly reminder that this one flaw is his downfall.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus doesn’t go down without giving one hell of a fight. Friendly reminder that Patroclus was so strong that Apollo (the God that protected Troy and Hector [Troy’s heir to the throne]) had to face him and repel him four times.Four times. A god. If that ain’t badass, then I don’t know what could be. In the fourth time, Apollo got inside Patroclus’ head and made him dizzy. Patroclus fell and Apollo removed him from his armour- Achilles’ armour. Patroclus ended up unprotected, vulnerable and dizzy in the middle of the battle field; so a random dude saw the opportunity and stabbed his back with a spear. But was that enough to make him go down? Oh heck no. The pain snapped him out of the dizziness. Patroclus realized he was in a very troublesome situation so he decided to fall back… but at that moment Hector engaged him in battle. And Patroclus wouldn’t retire from a direct combat, oh heck he wouldn’t. Even though he knew this was probably the way he would die, he fought with his all.
Friendly reminder that lacking his armor, tired from battle, with a spear wound on his back and only Achilles’ sword left as weapon, Patroclus faced Hector, Troy’s greatest warrior and didn’t fear.
Friendly reminder that when Hector sheathed his spear in Patroclos’ stomach, Patroclus thought about the love of his life.
Friendly reminder that with his last breath Patroclus smiled at Hector and told him “You are a dead man. This will be your downfall”. Friendly reminder that until his last moment, he was a little shit.
Friendly reminder that Patroclus is a flawed, well-rounded, badass character and that he deserves so much more than his current position as “Achilles’s love interest”.
female customer: “I’ve been inside painting today!” *starts
showing me all her cuts and bruises on her hands and her thumb had
green paint on it, lol* old cranky dude: “Well, you shouldn’t be doing that! That’s up to the man! Do you not have a man around???” female customer: “I got rid of him ‘cos all he ever did was sit on his ass and watch me work!!!” old cranky dude: “Well….you know who started that??! FDR!” female customer: *confused* “What does he have to do with it??” old cranky dude: “He…he had women go out of the home and work! Ruined families!!!” female customer: “Well, I own my own company.” old cranky dude: “What kind of company is it?” female customer: “I’m a landscape architect. Do you know that (man-made) lake out by (newer subdivision in town)?? I built that. old cranky dude: "You mean you worked with the general contractor?” female customer: “NO. I. BUILT. THAT.” old cranky dude: *face getting more and more red*
Ahh, here is a project that snowballed out of control. I only wanted to draw Hamilton on the mario super star (he’s non-stop, geddit? geddit?), but then decided to turn the whole show into a SNES video game cause I’m crazy like that. There’s four parts to this and I’ll post one a day (I’m still tweaking the ends).
Part 1 of 4: Please click on the pics for descriptions/mission for each game.
edit: if the captions are not working (thanks tumblr), here they are:
Eye of the Hurricane: Help Hamilton escape the hurricane but make sure he collects his books along the way!
Cut Scene: New York bound
BATTLE! Farmer Refuted: Oh my god, tear that dude apart. Help Hamilton call for a revolution in this screaming match against Samuel Seabury!
Cut Scene: Rise up!
Here Comes the General: Thirty-two thousand troops are in New York harbour! Fight your way across as George Washington. Watch out for the incoming BOOM!!!
Yo Let’s Steal their Cannons: Race against time with Hamilton and Hercules Mulligan (interchangeable leads) and steal all the British cannons before dawn!
Winter Ball of 1780, Level 1: Grind to the rhythm as Eliza Schuyler. Follow the steps correctly to help her dance her way across the hall to meet the handsome Mr. Hamilton!
Rewind!!! Winter Ball of 1780, Level 2: Uh-oh! Do you remember that night? Retrace all your steps and dance again as Angelica Schuyler.
((Jeremy and Michael are having a duel to see who has the stronger avatar. For the moment it looks like Jeremy has won the upper hand, he has Michael pinned and is about to deal the final blow to win but then Michael’s eyes go half-lidded, a dopey smile comes onto his face and a red flush spreads across his cheeks and he says, dreamily, “I love you”
Jeremy is totally caught off guard, immediately his face goes bright pink and his mouth drops open. Michael takes the opportunity and deftly flips them over before holding his staff to Jeremy’s throat, raising his eyebrows and giving him the smuggest grin.
Ny0, after realizing he’d been tricked, holds his hands up in surrender. Then he glares at Ehm half-heartedly and mumbles, “You cheated”
And then Michael smartly responds with, “All’s fair in love and war, babe”))
“What?! What happened?!” Nate’s tone was worried as Hunter’s pained voice erupted from under the desk and the brunette crawled out, clutching his head.
“Fucking fuck fuck!”
“Dude, did you hit your head?” Nate was on his feet in seconds, scampering over towards his friend, gently taking his arm to help him to his feet.
“Yeah, and now everything is spinning and shit. Ugh… It’s really disorienting.”
Nate’s eyes widened. “Dude, we have to sit you down or something.” He hurried to help Hunter sit on the couch. “Stay here. Don’t move and do anything stupid.”
The smaller male hurried to the freezer, creating a makeshift ice pack with a plastic baggie and some ice.
Hunter chuckled weakly as Nate came back, holding the ice pack out to him. He took it, pressing it to his head with a soft groan. “Do… Do you need anything else?” He asked curiously, not really sure how to help someone who was injured.
Hunter shook his head, resting his head back against the back of the couch, sighing. “I’m fine. Head just hurts a bit.”
“Do you need some headache relivers or something?”
Hunter laughed, glancing over at Nate. “Why are you going mama bird on me?”
Nate scratched the back of his neck, shrugging. “I dunno, I mean– You know I’m always here for you, right?”
Hunter blushed, blinking before he burst into a fit of giggles. “Dude, that’s gay…”