what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.
what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.
what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.
if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?
l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016
HAPPY PRIDE!! ✨🏳️🌈✨ 🌈
Anything for mdzs with Jiang Yanli? Thank you!
a continuation of 1 2
Jiang Yanli doesn't carry a sword.
The only time Lan Wangji sees her with it is when they're practicing sword forms. She manages the stances and moves easily enough, but can't seem to channel a significant amount of cultivation energy through the blade.
Lan Wangji wonders about her bodyguard.
He doesn't participate in the classes, instead standing the back and observing. They'd never even spoken, only exchanged nods as Jiang Yanli had introduced them.
Brother and Uncle are encouraging him to spend time with Jiang Yanli. Apparently the talks between the elders and the Jiang's council are going well.
If they continue to go well, he could find himself engaged by summer's end.
He comes up on a loose crowd of disciples from every sect, tension running high, and he shoulders his way through to see what the fuss is about.
Jiang Yanli is standing there. Her bodyguard, for once, is nowhere to be seen.
Jin Zixun sneers at her. He wants to intervene, but there are Jiang disciples here keeping their distance. "Jiang Yanli. I see you're swordless. Again."
She just raises an eyebrow. Lan Wangji wonders what Jin Zixun hopes to gain by irritating the heir to the Jiang Sect. The Jiangs might not be as rich as the Jins, but their disciples tend to be stronger and the area they control is greater, even though they have less disciples. Pissing them off isn't a good idea.
"Does your sword even have a name?" he taunts. "I don't understand how someone like you can be the heir to the Jiang. Your clan must be so embarrassed by you."
There's a furious fission among the Jiang disciples, but still they hold their place. If Jiang Cheng was here, he imagines this would be going differently, but he's not.
Jiang Yanli tilts her head to the side, a mocking smile curling around her mouth before she turns away from him to walk away.
"Don't turn your back on me!" he shouts, unsheathing his blade and swinging it down in an arc that will embed itself into her spine.
Lan Wangji moves forward to stop it, but he's too late.
Wei Wuxian is standing where he wasn't before, standing in front of Jiang Yanli's back. He's stopped Jin Zixun's blade with the hilt of his still sheathed sword. Just as quickly as he'd moved before, he yanks Jin Zixun's sword from his hand before jamming the hilt of the sword in his solar plexus then sweeping his feet out in front of him. Between one blink and the next Jin Zixun goes from standing, armed and upright, to groaning on his back with his weapon out of reach.
"My sword's name," Jiang Yanli says calmly, having kept her back to the whole exchange, "is Wei Wuxian."
Wei Wuxian winks at him before turning to step next to Jiang Yanli. They walk away from him arm and arm with their heads held high.
Wei Wuxian hadn't even bothered to draw his sword.
"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
so we all know the trope of Danny going to Gotham getting sprayed by joker venom or fear gas and instead it works like laughing gas, truth serum, or doesn’t affect him at all because ghost metabolism. Well riddle me this, what if fear gas and joker venom were ghost alcohol.
So we know that in the Dp universe some ghosts feed on emotion, and fear gas and joker venom trigger certain emotions. So what if in the ghost zone fear gas and joker venom are rare sought after alcohol, that is only sold in the top ghost zone bars.
Just Imagine on day Danny decides to visit Gotham wether it be a ghost attack or him trying to take a vacation, anyway Fenton luck hits and the city gets doused in fear toxin because scarecrow is testing out his latest batch of fear toxin on the people of Gotham. Danny seeing everyone scared jumps into action and defeats scarecrow. While getting shot in the face with fear toxin witch is like tossing back 5 vodka shots.
when the Batfam arrives they see a twig of a boy tying up scarecrow and his goons. So naturally Batman asks what happened.
Batfam: what happend did you do this
Danny drained of adrenaline: Nnnooooo???
Batman: who are you
Danny drunk of his feet: I am the night, I am vengeance, I am bat babe
batfam: *snort* been a while since we heated that one
Danny: wanna see a magic trick *hick*
Danny stumbling into a wall: tada I walked right through. Hehehe
Batfam watching in disbelief: is he drunk
Everyone looking towards Black Bat:…
Black Bat: 😡😤😒 *looks towards Danny* you okay??
Danny blushing brighter then a tomato: *hick* your so pretty, will you marry me?
batfam: WHAT!?!?!
There’s some very big leaps and logic the JL has decided at Marvel is a teen dad. Billy doesn’t even know how it happened. Let’s take a look at some pass incidents that have made them think this.
To start us off, the very first incident of this occurred when Batman, Superman, and Marvel were debating how old a kid should be before they become a sidekick.
Marvel: “I wasn’t even 12 when Junior came along.”
Supes: “I’m sorry, not even 12?”
Marvel: “Nope. And then it was about… two years or so later that he got his powers and we went on the fight crime together.
To Billy, that meant that he met Freddy when he was around eight and the other boy was nine. It when Billy was nine himself that he got his powers and then a year later, Freddy gained his.
To Superman and Batman, that sounded like somehow, in some way, Marvel had a kid at a max of 12 years old. It also sounds like that two-year-old got powers before it could probably even walk.
Batman and Supes: *sharing looks*
Supes: “I… I’m sorry?”
Marvel: “For what?”
Batman and Supes: *share another look*
Batman: “Nothing, Captain. We just hadn’t expected that you’d gone through something like that.”
Marvel: “Something like what?”
They didn’t answer Billy’s question because they assumed he was playing dumb.
The second incident that convinced the JL, or just Batman and Superman, of this, happened when both Marvel and Junior were at the Watchtower. It seemed like that day was a bad day for Junior’s leg, so Marvel offered to massage it. That how they ended up in the rec room watching Cartoon Network a little too intently as Marvel absentmindedly, massaged the leg draped across his lap.
Marvel and Junior: *watching Gumball or something and sipping juice boxes*
Junior: “How do you do that so well?”
Marvel: “Freddy, I’ve been doing this since I was like nine, obviously I’m gonna do it well.”
Junior: “Yeah, but how did you learn?”
Marvel: “You know that kooky doctor on 48th Street?”
Junior: “The one that’s not evil and turned like half his patients blue?”
Marvel: “Yeah, him, so on one of your really bad days, I got really desperate and really wanted to find a way to make it less bad. So I went to him and he gave me a masseuse book for a penny.”
Junior: “Oh… Cool. Do you still have that book?”
Marvel: “Yeah? It’s probably somewhere at the Rock.”
Supes; *listening from around a corner, clenching his heart because he finds them wholesome*
And it really was from Clark’s point of view. See, most of the JL assumed that Junior was born with a bad leg. After all, he’s supposed to be a demigod, isn’t he? He’s pretty much indestructible so they didn’t think he’d gotten that injury from someone or something. In Clark’s mind, he’s imagining a nine-year-old, itty-bitty Marvel with a baby Freddy massaging Freddy’s little baby leg because he was crying.
Also, Junior’s real name is Freddy? Also, Marvel was NINE when he had him??? Wait, but then how old is Marvel now? Also how old is Junior??
Supes never got an answer to these questions because he was too chicken to bring up the topic.
The third incident came from Mary and Marvel who were also at the Watchtower when this happened. The two were baking cookies together, one of the usual father-daughter activities the JL have seen them do. Specifically, they were making dark chocolate bat-shaped cookies for Batman, on the request of Robin. When Bruce found out about this, he went to go tell them to stop because he really didn’t need the cookies even if they were absolutely delicious.
That’s how he overheard their conversation.
Mary: “Do you remember mom?”
Marvel: “Uh…” *thinking* “Nope, I got nothing.”
Mary: “How?”
Marvel: “Because the last time I saw them, I was eight years old, Mary? You were too.” *whisking something in a bowl*
Bruce took that as Marvel leaving home, at a concerningly young age, for whatever reason and eventually taking Mary to see her grandparents when she was around the age he left. Either that, or he left, and took her back to visit her grandparents when she was two-years-old.
Mary: “Yeah, but I had amnesia. What’s your excuse?”
Marvel: “I was eight?” *hands her the whisk so she can lick it*
It was this incident, and the two others that shaped this idea of teen dad Marvel. Thus, using the combined brain cells of both Batman and Superman, the two came to a conclusion: for some reason, Marvel left home, during the time he left he somehow got someone pregnant and that resulted in Mary and Junior.
Either that, or he just found them on the side of the road, though, the first theory is more believable. The only problem being their ages.
If only they could find their mother… maybe she’d be willing to spill.