I Have Three Theories About The Story Of Icarus. Mostly Its Just Me Ranting At 3 In The Morning And Making

I have three theories about the story of Icarus. Mostly its just me ranting at 3 in the morning and making the story gay. So, my apologies.

1. Icarus didn't fly towards the sun, he flew towards freedom.

This is only a slight variation of the actual story. In the actual myth Icarus flies towards the sun and he flies too high which is his ultimate downfall. Greediness that was his fatal flaw. However, in this variation, Icarus who has seen only huge stone walls as long as he could remember, just wanted freedom. That's all. He hadn't flown too high, he had simply wanted to fly from the maze walls that restricted him.

2. Apollo was jealous and Icarus was in love.

If you really know Greek mythology, you would know that Apollo had a boyfriend called Hyacinthus who was killed tragically by a wind God. The despair of Apollo was immeasurable. You must also know the story of Daphne. So yeah, Apollo's love life was quite tragic to say the least. Icarus who had only ever heard his father speak about the outside world wanted to see the Sun. So, when he was free, he flew too see the man he had fallen in love with. Of course Apollo didn't like this too much. He was a God and sometimes Gods were prone to insanity. He punishes Icarus for thinking that his love could succeed. For Icarus, the sea and land were enemies since the men who want to kill him prowl there, while the air, the Sun meant freedom and Apollo in all his bitterness kills him and punishes him in the most cruel way possible. Apollo has done something similar to this in the case of Patroclus and Achilles.

3. Apollo and Icarus are lovers.

If you look at Daedalus- Icarus' dad- he's not a very good guy. Like most inventors, he's a little crazy. He killed his own nephew, helped a queen screw a cow, was very appalled when he found out that there were consequences for his actions, killed a king for a mistake that he made and when Icarus fell to his death it is written that Daedalus mourned for his creation than the death of his son.

So, imagine this, the labyrinth is always easy to get lost into, Daedalus always worked and when he didn't, he was telling Icarus how he must be great and carry on the name of Daedalus.

Apollo who was always good at finding lovers-he just can't seem to keep them-finds Icarus. The nights in the Labyrinth are not lonely anymore. Apollo is thrilled to know that Icarus can leave with the wings his father creates. But Icarus knew, that if he got out, his father would force him to learn his crafts instead of music and art. Apollo and Icarus hatch a plan. His uncle helps him. After he falls Apollo drags him to the shore and takes him home. They say Icarus is dead because they don't want anyone to know that he's alive. His father might come looking for him, anyone whom Apollo insults might kill Icarus, so they lie. The uncle and nephew take the blame. The Sun God and the Sea God. Apollo makes him fall while Poseidon kills him. Enough people believe this. They make it a lesson for their children. While Apollo and Icarus, enjoy watching the world grow old, just happy that they are with each other.

This is just me, making the story of Icarus very gay. But make what you want of it. It could very well be just Icarus wanting to try something cool and dying tragically.

Let me know what you guys think.

I really hoped that you would stay,

That you would laugh again to my stupid jokes

That you would make fun of Sam's haircut or John's cooking.

That you would just be here right next to me.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry for not noticing that you weren't alright.

I'm sorry for not noticing that you didn't eat as much as you did.

I'm sorry for not noticing that you were hurting.

Most of all

I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most.

Life is funny isn't it?

You taught me how to love myself.

But I guess you don't practice what you preach.

Loving you was the best decision I made, but I'll forever hate myself for letting you go.

I'm sorry for everything.

They say people who kill themselves don't go to heaven, well I rather have be in hell with you than live in heaven without you.

I understand that you weren't ready,

That it was overwhelming for you,

That you didn't want to seem weak,

That you didn't want to feel broken.

But know always that I'll be here looking after the memory you left behind.

After all I really hoped you'd stay.

Hyacinthus was a hero in Sparta. Dark eyes, dark skin, dark hair but a pure heart. A heart so pure and bright that it caught the attention of the sun God himself. Apollo was everything that Hyacinthus was not. He had sun-kissed skin, hair like the sun and the sun in his eyes and like everything he was, Apollo's heart burned like the sun; his passion was fiery like the sun as was his nature. He was simply like the sun.

The sun was high and pure and ever shuns evil and searches for the pure. No wonder Apollo fell for Hyacinthus.

Whenever he dragged the sun with his chariot his eyes would search for Hyacinth from afar. He saw many suitors who came for the hero, women of great nobility, men of great strength and Gods who controlled the winds. Yet, the hero refused them all, sending them back to their homes with the strings in their hearts snapped.

He had a companion a man called Thamyris. Apollo could see how much the man loved him and how Hyacinthus was oblivious to his affection and treated him like one would do with a brother.

Not able to control his desires and affections Apollo approaches Hyacinthus. First they were good friends; Apollo taught him to shoot arrows, to write poetry, to play the lyre, to mix herbs and instead Hyacinthus showed Apollo happiness. Despite Apollo being handsome like his father he never had any great luck in love. He was charming, sure. But love? That was something Apollo couldn't fully grasp. Then again, not a lot of mortals did either.

The first time Hyacinthus kissed Apollo was when they sleeping beside each other, thinking that the God was asleep. Apollo however was not, he was awake and returned the gesture. Neither knew that would be the beginning of the end.

Apollo like many of the other Gods wished to impress his lover. It was a simple sport. To see who threw the discus further.

Hyacinthus threw for a reasonable distance, and smiled. Apollo threw it so far that it split the clouds in the skies. Apollo smiled as Hyacinthus threw his head back and cheered. And like many , Hyacinthus wished to impress his better half as well.

As the discus came down Hyacinthus moved to catch it. Only for it to ricochet and hit his head. Apollo saw as the discus came down and saw as it hit Hyacinthus' head and saw as he fell with his name on his lips.

The world always moved slow for Apollo but the moments before he fell seemed as though it moved faster. As though time was afraid that it can't kill Hyacinthus while Apollo was with him and had to hurry.

The God of healing was not able to heal the man he loves, he could only watch in horror as the blood seeped into the earth. Hyacinthus did not shudder or seize in his death, he was calm and silent with his eyes closed, only inhaling and exhaling softly. When Hyacinthus breathed his last, Apollo screamed. He screamed so loud that the nymphs ran away to their ponds and lakes, that the Sun set early that day and the moon was afraid to take its place.

He pulled at his blond hair and clutched Hyacinthus so close hoping he can breath life into him. He called out to his father asking him to take away his immortality, what was immortality without Hyacinth? He called onto all the Gods asking them to take his life, what was the reason to live on this wretched plane that has cast out Hyacinthus?

No one answered him. No God did.

Apollo didn't want to do his funeral rites. He didn't want to bury him so that he could cross river Styx and stand before the three judges. So, Apollo whispered. He whispered with his magic and Hyacinthus slowly turns into a flower.

Apollo looks at the flower before leaving. Pure and beautiful, that was how Hyacinth always has been. Even beyond his death.

This is a collection of books my sister and I own regarding queer characters. Every book on the screen is a good read and we really recommend you guys read it.

This pride month you don't have to wear a rainbow flag and go around the street. Instead remember everyone;

Every boy who thought he was unnatural and kept his feelings to himself.

Every girl who didn't understand why she was attracted to other girls instead of boys.

Every man who had to marry a girl because of society.

Every woman whose opinions about herself were disregarded.

Every teenager who was kicked out of the house because they realized that they wanted to be a different gender.

Every fucking person who were killed, slaughtered and raped in the name of religion, morals and what's natural.

(You are a human person made out of flesh and bones, nature runs within you, that is more natural than murder.)

Remember these people, remember that when you pass comments against a queer celebrity or a book; it will not affect the book or that person, instead it will terrorize your brother, sister, niece or nephew who might not be straight. Look around the place you live: your love, respect and recognition might be the only freedom they receive. Try to understand everything and everyone, even if you cannot, that still doesn't excuse you being disgusted by something that's different. Do not disregard them by saying that they are confused, they have thought about this more than you ever will.

Love is love.

After all, there are worse problems in this world than boys kissing boys.

steve rogers' first and last time with the captain america shield

alternatively titled: endings, beginnings

avengers: endgame was released five years ago today.

marvel parallels 26/?

chris evans and anthony mackie in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and avengers: endgame (2019)

Hephaestion wakes up with a start. There were people running around outside his tent, he could hear them. Far away, he could hear thundering footsteps against the earth and a war horn blowing. It was still early in the morning but the enemies were there to attack. Sighing, he turns to see Alexander sleeping next to him.

Hephaestion hated a lot of things about Alexander. He hated how much he drunk, he hated his arrogance, his anger, his pride, he hated so many things about Alexander. Alexander who was strong, who was the prince, who was hailed as the son of Zeus, who killed his own father to take the throne. In Alexander's defence his father was a dick.

But the thing is, Alexander was his friend. No matter what Alexander did, Hephaestion was unable to hate him. And now, he slept without any care in the world when enemies were right outside. And the reason he slept without a care was because Hephaestion was the General to his armies and he knew that Hephaestion would win.

They win that battle. Like they always do. And when they reach the royal family who attacked them, their queen falls on his knees before Hephaestion to beg for her life and her children's. "You are mistaken. I am not the King."

The queen's eyes widens. Before she could apologise Alexander smiles at her kindly. "You were not mistaken, Mother. This man too is Alexander." And then walks away.

Hephaestion watches as Alexander sits at the throne of the king they just defeated. "I will not harm you or your family but in turn you must welcome me as your ruler." He tells the court and they all bow to him. Hephaestion tilts his head and goes to stand next to him.

This is how things have been for the longest time. Hephaestion was always beside Alexander. Wherever the King resided the General was beside him. Even when they were children and Alexander couldn't bear to stay inside with his father and mother, Hephaestion and Alexander would stay under the stars and talk about seeing the world. Alexander wanted to see everything, he wanted to see worlds beyond the stars, he wanted to see Olympus, he wanted to see the Gods. Hephaestion was to be beside him. Nowhere else. Hephaestion thinks when Alexander talks about wars, battles and conquest; he would be nowhere else than here. They were too alike, even in the way they dressed, acted and spoke.

And when Alexander became King, he listened to Hephaestion more than he listened to anyone else. He hears his father's subjects but takes only Hephaestion's words to heart. And even now, after so many battles and wars, he still heeds only his words and not anyone else.

The queen kneels before Alexander and offers her daughter in marriage as a sign of acceptance but he refuses, saying that the king is still alive and he would wed her daughter only after the king is dead.

They stay in the city that they won for a few nights, even if Alexander had two wives he still tumbled into Hephaestion's bed. And Alexander acts like it's perfectly fine to sleep in Hephaestion's room and not let him sleep. When they touch each other, it was simply need instead of want and when they slept beside one another that was need as well.

They leave to hunt down the king who escaped the battlefield. They find him after days of travel. They kill him very easily. The defeated king did not gain safety from anyone and was wandering from the day of battle with his injuries unattended. While they ride back home Alexander tells Hephaestion to take the queen's other daughter as his bride. Hephaestion agrees because it would strengthen their campaign.

They get married to the princesses on the same day. The third wife for Alexander and the very first bride for Hephaestion.

Few days later Hephaestion is planning for their next battle and Alexander is reading on the table. And when Hephaestion's words get too loud, he closes the scroll and looks at him. Hephaestion stops talking.

"Are you quite done?"

"Yes." Hephaestion answers.

"Good." Alexander says and kisses him.

Hephaestion laughs. "Three wives. You have three wives."

"They are not you." Alexander says and that was that.

When they reach their next battlefield Hephaestion's skin itches. He doesn't want to be there. And it is worse after they win the battle. It was clear that something bad was going to come. He stays beside Alexander and doesn't allow anyone unknown near him. Alexander hosts games in honor of their victory and few days before the games Hephaestion coughs up blood and realizes that he was the one who is dying.

Still he does his duties but the day when they are supposed to leave for the games, Hephaestion stays back and promises that he would join him a few days later, after he oversees the construction of the monument for Hephaestion.

He feels fine for a few days. Then the sickness sets in and he loses himself. And whenever he comes back, there is someone beside him, taking care of him but it's not Alexander. In his sickness he dreams of many things. But when he wakes up he doesn't remember them. He thinks about the time he was with Alexander. There never has been a time when he hasn't been with him. He thinks about the time they visited the tomb of Achilles and Patroclus. Alexander had honoured Achilles while Hephaestion honoured Patroclus, then they had raced and felt the air in their hair and skin.

Hephaestion thinks that he has never told Alexander that he has loved him. He told him that he will stay beside him, win him battles and conquer the world with him. But he has never told him about his affections. Alexander had said that Hephaestion and him were the same. Had he known all along?

Hephaestion thinks that he was not meant to grow old. Heroes never grow old. They always go out in a blaze of fire and glory. Patroclus had died in battle with Achilles's armour on him. Hephaestion who was Alexander's armour is going to die alone.

Hephaestion dies and the rage of the King is uncontrollable. His grief is uncontrollable. Alexander arrives the night of the day Hephaestion dies. And he kills so many people. He killes Hephaestion's physician, the guards and almost a hundred men for his funeral. And when he is not cutting down men like grass he is crying on the floor like he was in pain and no one can placate him. Three wives and Alexander threatens to kill anyone who comes near him.

Alexander fights and wins. Heroes don't grow old. But living while your other half is gone, is a far greater tragedy than anything else. What was conquering the sun and the stars if Hephaestion wasn't there? When Alexander dies eight months later, he doesn't think of Olympus, the Gods, his Empire or his conquests. He thinks of Hephaestion.