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[motteteto]

Let me only slay Hector, and I do not care how soon death comes to me.

[bleeding-seraphic]

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[cityelf]

Left is MY FIC, right is the ACTUAL BOOK QUOTE IT WAS INSPIRED BY

(Mask context: masquerade ball / cinderella au)

It has been doing numbers EVERYWHERE and I only found out from this lovely person who commented on Ao3:

So yeah I guess if anyone wants to read an 8 year old Song of Achilles fanfic written in a fever dream after watching Into The Woods, be my guest

[ditoob]

“Showing Athena around the Greek Camp”

Recorded by Odysseus Laertides (1700 b.C.)

[poet-by-heart]

Sorry, but the whole “Hector is wearing Achilles’ own armor, taken from my corpse. It looks, almost, as if Achilles is chasing himself.” part just has me thinking… Who is Achilles truly hunting down on that battlefield? The man who killed Patroclus, or the man who let Patroclus walk into his demise? Who is Achilles trying to punish? Who is he truly trying to kill? Hector or himself?

[lyliacs]

a quiet afternoon in elysium

[leosoralyyn]

Odysseus watching Achilles absolutely mutilate Hector's corpse

[3am-thoughts-of-achilles]

LOSING IT 😭😭

[roachcicle]

and they were tentmates

[achillesbeloathed]

Such an underrated Achilles moment is him cutting off his hair to place in Patroclus' hands before lighting his funeral pyre. Like, listen listen listen, the main reason our boy grew his hair long at all is because his father promised it to the river-god Spercheus upon his safe return home. Please. Peleus promised to sacrifice his son's beautiful hair in exchange for his beautiful son's homecoming. And Achilles, fucking Achilles (beloved/beloathed), cuts it all off to give to Patroclus on his final journey, because he knows, he knows, the river-god won't fulfill his father's request. Because Achilles won't let him. Because in that moment, Achilles already knows he won't be coming home.

[derpotatowo]

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

[motteteto]

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

[bleeding-seraphic]

something came over me and I had to see it through

[nothing-impt]

Achilles doesn’t think Hector sparks joy :(

[puyoupuyou]

Pa-tro-clus: the syllables rang

[poet-by-heart]

My favorite part of the Song of Achilles:

Achilles: How could Heracles not recognize his wife?

Chiron: That is the nature of madness.

Patroclus’ inner monologue: Sounds like a skill issue. Couldn’t be me. Truly pathetic to be honest. Personally, I would recognize Achilles in the dark, or in disguise. I would know him even in madness. But that’s just me I guess.