Tsoa - Blog Posts

so, who’s the clingiest?

achilles: [sitting on patroclus’ lap, twirling his black curl around his finger while nuzzling into his neck]

achilles: patroclus, obviously

i hope patroclus and achilles are juggling figs and going swimming together in the afterlife

I'm now just realizing that the way I pictured this part (Achilles just having Patroclus' corpse in the bed and laying beside it) maybe isn't what was actually happening 💀 Why didn't I think he was like SLEEP sleeping with him...

I love patrochilles but I hate so many of the people that like it because so much of it seems so sex-centric rather than anything else. like okay great Achilles was a bottom sure whatever can we talk about how he sLEPT WITH A CORPSE? he ACTIVELY slept with a corpse.

How have I missed that Achilles’ father tries to tell him a story about a warrior who feels wronged by a king and therefore refuses to fight for him, but Achilles isn’t listening because he’s trying to get Patroclus’ attention, so Peleus says that it’s a story for another time. But then Achilles is send to Mt Pelion, and instead of listening to the moral of the tale, he ends up living it.

Me when I don't know what to do with my hands

Yuji got bored and grabbed a random book off Megumi's shelf...

I.e. I just finished tsoa and this is my way of coping 😀

patrochilles doodle on my roadtrip yesterday :)

light spills in a flood like a thousand golden urns pouring out of the sun.

— the song of achilles, a masterpiece by madeline miller.

i want to see an adaptation of the iliad that accurately portrays achilles’ grief over the death of patroclus.

i don’t want to see achilles act out in anger and violence as he realizes that patroclus died in his armor.

i don’t want to see achilles remain stoic and emotionless as he carries patroclus’ body back to camp.

show me achilles collapse to the ground when he hears the news. show me achilles sob so loudly that his mother on the bottom of the sea hears him and thinks him dead. show me how another warrior must hold down achilles’ hands so that he does not cut open his own throat to join patroclus in death.

show me achilles carrying back patroclus’ body and sobbing into his chest. show me achilles refusing to leave patroclus’ side to eat or sleep because he can do nothing but cry. show me how achilles looks his mother in the eye and say how he no longer cares if he dies when only a few days prior he said that nothing is worth his life.

i want to see achilles, the most powerful warrior of the greeks, to be completely undone by grief.

“Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.” - Homer

You know what? Fuck you

*un-aristos’s your achaion*

My first, and main blorbo of the year was, of course, Dick Grayson as Nightwing. He's pretty much a constant blorbo atp

My on again off again blorbo was the Miles Morales version of spider man, bcs I am obsessed with spider verse

During the perfect time of year, my blorbo was Cisco Ramon, and we got to celebrate flash day! (April 24, 2024)

Very briefly, my favorite blorbo was every version of rogue from x men, which was fun because she was my childhood favorite blorbo

My blorbo of the fall was, of course, Viktor from arcane. I mean... need I even explain myself?

My most recent blorbo, who has gotten me back into my mythology phase is Patroclus from the Iliad and the song of Achilles, because I finally read tsoa.

Blorbos of '24!

Thanks for the tag, @helenvader

First off was the blorbo who carried me into the new year, Bail Organa. He's beautiful, strong, heroic, cutthroat, and I love him. I added two extra chapters to 3D Tapestry just because of him AND created a whole religion for Alderaan.

Elrond took up most of my year, as usual. But look at him! He's just so squshable! I wrote/updated 8 fics centering him this year and ran @adarondweek

Jay (son of Jafar) was actually briefly my favorite blorbo this semester. I binge-re-read the "Son of Jafar" series on ao3 and made a very long post thinking about how he might relate with Islam given his universe (fun fact: I actually sort of worked with Booboo Stewart one time! It was a musical theater camp that partnered with Penguin Project (a theater program for teens and young adults with disabilities) one year and I got to attend because I volunteered as a mentor with the project. At one point, he was doing our dance routine with us, and he was only like, a foot away from me! It was so cool! I didn't talk to him because I was busy working with my penguins, but we were taught choreography by Kenny Ortega, Kristen Chenowyth taught us singing, and Kevin Chamberlain WAVED AT ME!!!)

Anne Boonchuy was another fun one. It's always fun to watch her turn from a selfish jerk into a girl who was offered a job as God. I didn't write anything about her, but I binge watched Amphibia and read a crap-ton of fanfiction!

My current blorbo is Georgie Cooper from Young Sheldon and, like, three episodes of Big Bang Theory. The man, the myth, the legend. He's sweet, caring, dependable, the eldest child in a family with a kid with special needs but never complains about the lack of support, hard working, and HOT! Seriously. The hair, the accent, the smile... I love him so much 😍

(Also, this fandom needs so much more fanfiction, there's hardly any 😭. I'm working on one myself, but I'm just one person)

Tagging: @kirbys-lover @lughberrie @bananaphanta @the-sky-is-full-of-light @valar-did-me-wrong @julyzaa

finished tsoa, never talk to me again

Kind of feeling like a 2 or 3

Which Achilles are you today?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ patrochilles ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

✧ all the stars - kendrick&sza ✧

"I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room, loving him in silence."

all the stars are closer i.e. achilles sleeping beside patroclus as the latter lay awake, yearning.

"We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other."

the youthful notion that nothing would happen to them, when in fact they were running out of time. the way they were obsessed with each other.

"....they never let you be happy and famous."

corrupt a man's heart with a gift i.e. achilles having enough strength to succumb to pride.

"If you have to go, you know I will go with you."

the fact that both achilles and patroclus didn't care about winning or losing at the end — they simply wanted each other.

"I wish he had let you all die."

"There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw."

the way achilles was always uncaring of others, their views, their attitudes, and aware of their lies, their schemes, but the only thing that mattered to him was patroclus.

"I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, in different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion."

"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.”

"I am made of memories."

"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

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 of the sun.

enough said.

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”

—Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

"Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only."

-TSOA, Madeline Miller

It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after.

-TSOA, Madeline Miller

The sun sank below Pelion’s ridges, and we were happy.

-TSOA, Madeline Miller

He smiled, and his face was like the sun.

TSOA, Madeline Miller

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake, loving him in silence.

TSOA, Madeline Miller.

He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

TSOA, 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.

TSOA, Madeline Miller

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

TSOA, Madeline Miller.

There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.

TSOA, Madeline Miller

This and this and this.

TSOA, Madeline Miller

Philtatos.

TSOA, Madeline Miller.

A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance.

TSOA, Madeline Miller

I am made of memories.

TSOA, Madeline Miller