So, My Family Thinks I'm Asleep, And I'm Trying Not To SCREAM BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING SAGA AND

Okay, so, I was (hello! Nice to meet y'all people from Tumblr) drawing Eurylochus after my math test today and he had this baby face and I was like, c'mon man, seriously? And then I said, young Eury. BUT a song popped into my mind (it was If I Were A Man) and I thought, Man you remember how Eury was the only one who didn't came inside Circe's palace? What if if this is because Eury is a trans man? (Yeah, I know, maybe not much sense by now, I just... Felt it) Like, Circe's spell was doing something with the testosterone of the men, and Eury is not on T (many years on the sea and almost dying, plus ancient greek medicine, may do that to you), so the spell didn't work on him.

That's it, that's the post, thanks for your attention.

My fashion game could be so good but first I need to chop my boobs off

Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.

just let the darkness take u fucking faggot

Same, fuck Paris! but not in that way, all of you, gods, keep away of him, don't protect him and don't... Involve intimately with him, let The Achaeans do their thing

I’m sick rn so might as well blame it on Paris of Troy

Athena in God games, basically

TEAGAN EARLEY WAS NOT NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

(I love her, I love all this, AND THE RED LIGHTING AT THE START OF THE NEW SAGA)

Me when the musical based on a famous greek tragedy becomes tragic

Every time I read the Sherlock Holmes canon I’m actually stunned that people read this man as straight. It’s just so glaringly obvious to me that he’s SOME flavor of queer - how on earth could you read this man as cishet? And when my non Holmesian friend asked me to explain what textual evidence showed that he was queer, it occurred to me that besides all of the times he or Watson remarks on how he’s not into women, marriage doesn’t appeal to him, he’s never been in love, etc. (which honestly is pretty solid evidence on its own) most of the reasons I feel sure he’s gay is just his fuckin vibes.

He’s an absolute bitch, but in like a sassy gay cunt-serving way that I just can’t imagine a cishet man embodying. He’s a drama queen and knows it. He shows such disrespect towards the establishment and “polite society,” particularly the law, but shows endless kindness and respect towards all of the outcasts of society. To me, all of this paints a very clear picture of a queer person living in a deeply homophobic society.

But I can see how all of this might go completely over a cishet person’s head. They just see a quirky guy who’s sarcastic and rude and likes to befriend outcasts because they’re frequently useful to him, and because he never makes the mistake of underestimating someone just because of their position in society. But him being queer not only explains so much about him, it literally completes the picture of his character. It makes everything about him slot into place.

I think that when it comes down to it, it’s really just that seeing everyone as straight being like, the default is the only reason people see him as straight. Even though he repeatedly says that he’s not interested in women, straight people’s instinct is to interpret that as “he’s never met the right woman” instead of “he’s not interested in women and never will be.” Because there’s no absolutely undeniable textual evidence that he’s queer, that means he’s not. Which is just such an alien way to look at the world to me, you know?