Actual Disney Prince

💙 grace 💙 @graceling • 4m

@noabatflanagan you can if you want!!! i’m just concerned the ground is too far away for you though 🙇🏻😚

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 3m

@graceling Is that a joke about my height (ง •̀_•́)ง

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Sarcasm really wasn’t Alvar’s strong point- Noah might have been using it, but Alvar just didn’t quite catch it. People sometimes thought he was sarcastic, but that wasn’t ever the case. He didn’t like sarcasm, he didn’t like saying something he didn’t mean.

“That is true. We should try to be more grateful for what we have. There is a girl in our year that’s blind, actually.” Noah seemed so at easy and relaxed, it honestly made Alvar confused. How could he be so easy going? “Do you like working out? Because why else would you do it?”

Alvar turned around and got his violin case and pointed at it. “I wanted to practice, and you doing-” he waved his hand towards his roommate, “your thing can distract me.” His violin also made him think of home, so he played it often, especially when Noah wasn’t in the room. But now he really was missing his moms, and violin playing helped that, so he’d just have to play it with Noah in the room. It’d be the first time he’d hear him practicing, so he shouldn’t complain.

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If Noah could pick one word to describe himself on an average day, it would have to be sarcastic. For some reason, he figured his roommate as someone lacking in the radar to figure out when he was being completely honest or not. What a total bummer that was. “Yeah...I mean not that there’s anything wrong with that! I just mean that we lucked out you know?” Noah stared blankly at his roommate for a second. “Wow I don’t know. Maybe I work out to stay in shape for when I play sports? It could totally be that or that I just like working out.” He hopped up off the floor and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, bro. No hard feelings? I’m gonna study now anyway so why don’t you play your...whatever that instrument is.”

♡ grace ♡ @graceling • 2m

@noabatflanagan i love memes 😌😌 also i am an emoji queen 👑

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 3m

@graceling an emoji queen? how regal. should i bow next time i see you?

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Noah, his roommate, wasn’t necessarily a bad person. Other people seemed to like him, he was one of those “athletic” types, and he wasn’t objectively unattractive, but that didn’t mean that Alvar particularly enjoyed his company.

He usually didn’t get along with most people, he had too much distrust for humanity as a whole for that. But, he was raised properly enough to at least try to be polite.

“I’ve had it since my birth. And I do know what a push-up is. You are doing them all the time.” Now that he thought about it, Noah could have been making a joke. Keeping his face neutral and his voice even, he continued. “You are going to keep doing them?”

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Noah thought Alvar was a bit stick up from what he was used to. Most of his friends tended to be more energetic and active than the boy he was rooming with now. However, that didn’t mean he necessarily hated the guy. He could have it way worse. It worked out pretty well for both of them, Noah thought, that he spent most of his time outside of the room. He was almost always busy with various clubs or sports practices. This gave his roommate free reign of the room more often than not. “Well, aren’t you gifted. I mean some people don’t have that! I don’t think I do push-ups all the time, either. Sometimes I do sit-ups.” He snorted before sitting cross-legged on the floor, shrugging his shoulders. “If it bothers you that much, I guess not.”

Levi K. @carrotrolnik • 3m

@noabatflanagan A war on the nerves. I like that. Very smart indeed.

@noabatflanagan I keep thinking if they hadn’t sung about pretty girls to love, would they have arrived sooner to save the village?

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 1m @carrotrolnik Well, I would like to argue that I’m a smart man tbh @carrotrolnik If singing about pretty girl is wrong, then I don’t want to be right, though. It’s a struggle

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The thing he missed most while at Angelwood was definitely his cats. Every time he opened up the door to his front door, they’d usually come running towards them, rubbing themselves against his legs and impatiently headbutting him, demanding pats.

And every time, Alvar would crouch down, and spend at least half an hour just patting them, scratching them under their chins and smiling happily. (The first time he’d done that, his mothers had stared at him in wonder- he usually wasn’t a smiley kid.)

But now, instead of seeing two adorable cats, he was greeted with the sight of his roommate doing push-ups.

“You are doing push-ups,” he said, flatly. He put down his backpack, took off his jacket and hat, and sighed. “I wish you were my cats.”

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Noah was so used to having his own mini-apartment back home that sharing a room with someone was still difficult to get used to even after two years of having a roommate behind him. The room at Angelwood was nothing compared to his basement bedroom back home, but it wasn’t all bad.

His roommate, however, had proved to be a lot more different from himself than he’d initially thought. Noah sat up and raised an eyebrow as his roommate entered the dorm. A smirk made it’s way onto his face as he tried to fight back a laugh.

“Well done, Alvar. You’ve gained the gift of sight. I wasn’t even sure you knew what a push-up was.” He rolled his eyes and laid back on the floor.

Levi K. @carrotrolnik • 5m

@noabatflanagan maybe you should take a census of those who don’t like it so to not smile @ them by accident? (didn’t that mulan song result in them finding dead bodies?)

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 2m

@carrotrolnik or maybe i should take a census of the people who don’t like it and smile at them more

@carrotrolnik (what is a fun song about war if there’s not a dead body involved, my man)

Levi K. @carrotrolnik • 2m

@noabatflanagan it’s when a grown ass man doesn’t use a star wars backpack that there’s a problem. Shouldn’t all sane adults sing disney songs?!

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 1m

@carrotrolnik honestly, it can be a problem. who doesn’t appreciate star wars because we can’t be friends tbh. a little disney sing-a-long never killed anyone

♡ grace ♡ @graceling • 4m

@noabatflanagan well OF COURSE! 😛

Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 3m

@graceling your emojis mean you’re perfect for the meme army! 😂

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♡ grace ♡ @graceling • 2m

@noabatflanagan aw i’d knew you’d appreciate them 😘😘😘

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 3m

@graceling any certain tiny blue haired warriors willing to defeat the huns?

Levi K. @carrotrolnik • 3m

It’s a very shower-y song. dw man, some people just need to find the light of acceptance within themselves!

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 2m

@carrotrolnik people just don’t accept that a grown ass man can like disney music. they also can’t accept a grown ass man can use a star wars backpack with pride!

♡ grace ♡ @graceling • 4m

@noahbatflanagan i’ll send you daughters that’ll kick your butt :))))))))))

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Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 3m

@graceling those are my favorite kinds of daughters! you shouldn’t have

♡ grace ♡ @graceling • 1m

@noabatflanagan the real question is whether or not you’ll defeat the huns 【・ヘ・?】

#xgraces #awrpg: angelwood #omg help me

Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 1m

@graceling would it be possible for me to not defeat the huns? will you send me daughters when i ask for sons?

Noah Flanagan @noabatflanagan • 2m

can’t a grown man sing I’ll Make A Man Out of You in the showers without being judged. When will you find your ❄️

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sometimes, finn thought about which other gods she could’ve been the reincarnation of. She’d often wondered if she could be any other Olympian goddess, but acknowledged quickly she’d never be able to pull it off. But the more she thought about it the more she realised that had she been reincarnated as anyone else, she would’ve loved to be Kleio, the Muse of History. It would be so fascinating, Finn thought, to reincarnate and continue your work in every lifetime—if not a little frustrating.

“Because I never said there was anything bad about being a virgin.” I just said I wasn’t one. Finn didn’t want to repeat it again, in case he had more reason to believe otherwise. Still, Finn found herself snorting, surprised by Noah’s brazen comment. “Oh really? Because according to theoi.com you have a very long list of offspring. And another wife.” She’d spent a lot of time reading through the entries on the gods on the website more than once—and she vividly remembered reading Aphrodite and Hephaestus had later divorced. He eventually ended up one with one of the Graces: Finn couldn’t remember who it was, but they had been happy. Or at least it had been implied. Unsure if she should’ve mentioned that, she added, “But you’re right. We’re pretty different this time around. Ares was meant to be my perfect man, wasn’t he, Hephaestus? But it’s no secret I find Ben repulsive.”

Finn couldn’t help but laugh. “So no pastry discrimination, but among baked goods, pastries are gods among men? I see.” Her smile faded somewhat as she watched him, noting the seriousness on his face. Finn could safely say that in this life she wasn’t much of a violent person. But she wasn’t sure if the same could be said of her first one. “Sometimes Aphrodite is viewed as a goddess of love and war,” she pointed out. “Maybe that’s why she was so attached to Ares. But I think…” she bit her lip and sighed, Noah’s beautiful metal flower crown in mind. “I think that Aphrodite—I mean, I—am more focussed on the idea of beauty this time around. Inside and out. Literally and as an abstract. So, yeah. Make love and make beautiful things. Not war.”

It was an interesting question, and she was surprised to find herself without an answer. What did gods do for a normal job? Finn had wondered about it a lot. Would it be acceptable for her, the goddess of love, to be a history teacher? Or did she have to be a professional matchmaker, or a designer? She wasn’t good at what was expected of her. After a few moments in thought, she looked up at Noah idly. “Not many.” Clearing her throat and stretching a little she said, “History says we work as a very dysfunctional family. And everyone’s always looking out for their own interests. At least we’ve developed somewhat in that regard, I guess.”

In the scheme of things, Noah knew he could have been dealt a shorter straw and he knew that from the beginning. The girl sitting across from him made him chuckle again. “I know you didn’t say anything bad about being a virgin, but I must have missed the part where you shone a positive light on it. Hm?” Shrugging his shoulders, he smirked Finn. “Oh so you did that much research, huh? Good for you. But who wouldn’t want to have offspring with this!” He motioned a hand to himself as if showing himself off before letting out another laugh. So maybe it was good for his old self that he hadn’t been stuck in a loveless marriage for his entire immortal existence. Noah nodded his head, “Ares is supposed to be the Simon to your Garfunkel. I guess that didn’t really work out, huh?” He couldn’t say he was shocked about it either. Most of the people Noah knew considered Ben repulsive these days and those that didn’t were people who Noah didn’t want to be friends with. “And I would say I’m kind of an expert in the gods among men, wouldn’t you?” He laughed at his own stupid joke. Nodding his head slightly, he fiddled with the metal flower crown that still lay on the table between them. Noah had always made beautiful things, so could that mean something else? “Here you can have it.” He picked up the flower crown and held it out to her, the delicate metal hanging from his index finger and he held it in front of her face. Because if a person says they like beautiful things, then why not give them one.

Noah already knew what he would do outside of school. Make things. Make houses and rooms and other things, just like his father did. It was something that had been set in stone from a time when he was very young. Not even old enough to walk yet. “I would say the Greek gods and goddesses really put the ‘fun’ in ‘dysfunctional’. Wouldn’t you? But I agree. You don’t seem as selfish as Aphrodite is made out to be. No offense.”

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in any case, there was nothing either could do about it now. For all their godly powers, neither of them could control time. As far as Finn knew, the Lord of Time slumbered in Tartarus, still in pieces. And it wasn’t like Finn could really remember a time where she wasn’t Aphrodite. It had just been too long. Her life revolved around being a god now—and her fellow gods and goddesses were a bit strange and she didn’t like all of them, but they were still reasonable company.

“I never said there was anything wrong with being virginal,” she pointed out, but Finn wondered if she needed to. If she was being honest, that was her opinion—but considering who she was and what she was responsible for, it seemed weird for her personally. She was no Artemis. In any case, one look of Noah’s face told her all she needed to know about his sexual activity. It wasn’t too surprising, though: before his accident Noah had been one of the most popular guys at school. He’d been in a lot of relationships too; Finn had remembered. Ben hadn’t liked how people favoured Noah over him, and part of the reason he’d been so glad to date Finn was not only would she be fun to hook up with, she hadn’t had interest in Noah before—and he hadn’t been her second choice. “I think it makes sense,” she said with a shrug. “Considering our history, and all.” Previous marriage or not, they were stuck together, just as much as they were with the other gods.

Finn couldn’t help but tilt her head at this new tidbit of information. “I see. Do you have a particular favourite, or all pastries in general?” She listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt. He deserved the chance to speak before she judged him any further. Finn could believe he wasn’t as violent as Ben: not usually, anyway. But sometimes things must’ve gotten too much for him, and that was when he snapped. “I think… that’s fair enough,” she said slowly. “Even if I don’t totally agree with violence.”

She couldn’t help but look over to Marlow’s table. Thankfully, the reincarnation of Hera sat unaware of what Noah was saying about her. “That’s what I mean—working on being nice. A pretty face doesn’t get you everywhere. Most of the time, it’s manners.” Finn just smiled and nodded. “I think it’s nice of you to want the best for them. And I’m glad that they have it worked out.” In this lifetime, at least, she couldn’t help but think. Who knew what their other ones looked like?

Noah thought that, by any means, he could have drawn a shorter straw from the deck of gods than Hephasteus. He could have ended up with memories of being in the middle of Tartarus or locked in Pandora’s box for all eternity until someone was stupid enough to want to look inside. Then again, he could’ve ended up being Zeus. United with Marlow for the rest of his life without a choice in the matter. It didn’t help that he really had no respect for people who cheated, even though he’d done it one before.

“Sure you didn’t, miss goddess of love. Why would I ever think that?” He’d read enough myths in his short life to know that Aphrodite wasn’t the most modest when it came to sexuality. Even if Finn didn’t feel the same way, there must have been a part of her that felt the way Noah thought she did. “But I mean we’re both different in this life. I bet this is the most old Hephasteus got laid in a while.” He snorted and ran a hand through his hair, because he’d found something to even be slighlty proud of himself for. Noah knew about his reputation and, though it was really no longer relevant, he knew that the girl across from him knew about it too. “All things considered, I think we could’ve been stuck with worse partners than each other. For one, you could be stuck with Ben. And I don’t think you’d like that very much. You’re just full of surprises this time around aren’t you, Aphrodite.” A winning smile was on his face as he called her by her other name; it made his heart leap a little to do so, but he wasn’t about to let her know that. “I don’t discriminate among baked goods. I love all pastries equally.” He smiled a little, only growing more serious when the subject of his anger arose. Even in the worst times, most of which involved the girl at the other table, Noah had never physically hurt anyone. Mostly himself by hitting a wall or another inanimate object and he was proud of that fact. The basketball games had been the only exception and maybe Ben if he ever got the chance to punch him in the jaw. “I didn’t think you would. Make love, not war. Right? Funny, I wonder if you thought that way before.”

Part of Noah wished that Marlow had heard him, but then again she already knew how he felt about her. “Exactly. How would you expect to get a job in the real world if you’re a spoiled little brat with no manners!” He snorted a little, “Of course I want what’s best for them. Why wouldn’t I?” And he bit his tongue because why, if his sister could work things out with the god of the underworld, couldn’t he work things out with the goddess of love.

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perhaps she couldn’t fully relate to her fellow gods’ struggles, but Finn had a gut feeling that Noah had transitioned well. She had a feeling it had something to do with his leg injury—maybe it made it clear that the door to his old life had firmly shut. As good as that was for Hephaestus, she couldn’t imagine how Noah must’ve felt about it all.

“I’m not virginal,” Finn blurted out, feeling her cheeks redden even more. Liar. She knew the logistics of things, and she knew how you were meant to feel. But all her boyfriends had been wrong for her—she must’ve been the first incarnation of Aphrodite who cared about true love, because really, it shouldn’t have been this difficult. Clearing her throat, she added, “I believe in fate, so guess it’s pretty similar. But I wouldn’t be surprised if we were meant to meet.” She wanted to add that they would be meeting again, but she thought that was implied. Even if they couldn’t remember it, they were always meant to meet.

Finn couldn’t help but laugh. “So you must be a pastry boy, then?” Pastries weren’t her favourite thing, but she could appreciate a good danish. It surprised her that they were Noah’s thing, though. For some reason he didn’t seem like he’d be the type. Then again, what did Finn really know about him? She was reminded of that only moments later. “You threw a ball at his head because he was annoying you?” She couldn’t help but be a little bit alarmed. What did he necessarily think was annoying? Regardless, she nodded and looked at him some uncertainty. Ben had had many flaws, but one of the biggest was how rough and violent he was. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

She didn’t want to judge Noah one something that must’ve happened in the spur of the moment—much like her own muffin moment did, even if it was more violent. It didn’t stop her smile from being a little forced, however. “Yeah, you’re right—better the drums than a wall. It would be a good emotional outlet for all that, I guess.” Finn nodded and smiled. She was a little curious at what he would write. This whole conversation had thrown her. She didn’t know what to expect of him. Tousling her hair a little, she shrugged. “Maybe,” she answered honestly. “I think I need to get to know you a little more.”

“Just because I have a pretty face, doesn’t mean I don’t have to put some work into it. How many people do you know who have pretty faces but are ugly on the inside?” Finn tilted her head. It was something she thought about quite a bit, especially readings the old myth stories. Aphrodite had been vain and petty, expecting things to go her way because she was beautiful. It didn’t sit well with Finn. “But they should be… I mean, of all people, I think that it’s nice that it’s them.”