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[m-aremagnum]

how big how blue how beautiful (2015) cover shoot

[iridepigs]

slowly convincing my friends to watch NHRL

[baejax-the-great]

Fortitude

He finds himself on the outside of a still-standing structure with high walls of white stone covered in creeping vines. From the entrance of Elysium, the arena looked bigger than this. Still, he can hear the people inside, the rumble of hundreds of voices together, then a cheer. Someone is fighting. Someone is winning.

Patroclus walks through the main entrance.

He’d expected stairs or something to get him up to the seats, but instead he is blocked by a metal gate in front of him, and the grand door behind him has likewise closed. He is trapped. He remembers what Zagreus told him, that entering the arena is a challenge. It doesn’t seem he will have a choice.

He peers through the bars. Inside, the arena is mostly empty, tracks running through the dirt to indicate chariots had been here. There are banners fluttering down the high walls, and above, the audience, just an indistinguishable mess of blue and green. Patroclus cranes his neck back and forth and finds a warrior standing to the side, his arms in the air, winding up his audience who cheer for him. His back is to Patroclus, but there is thick, black hair spilling out of his helmet. There’s a discarded spear on the ground near his feet, presumably belonging to whoever was just defeated.

The gate in front of Patroclus opens, and there’s nothing to do but step out. The warrior turns to face him.

“Diomedes,” Patroclus sighs. “I don’t suppose you remember me.”

“Patroclus,” Diomedes replies with clear eyes and a sharp smile. “Son of Menoetius, slayer of Sarpedon, son of Zeus. Where the hell have you been all these years?”

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[alcohawk]

Happy new year 2024 with my friend @aryartwork ! 🎉🥳

I got sick so I couldn't finish in time but I hope I'm not too late. Thank you for being my friend and I wish you the happiness and fortune in this year and another! May your pillow always on the comfort side 🥰

[anthonyravencrow]

Franziska became prosecutor at age 13

Imagine going to court and everyones like "aww, prosecutor von Karma brought his daughter to work today"

And it turns out this kid is the one prosecuting the case. Wild

[theamericantrash]

There was a point during quarantine that I rewatched Flavor of Love and honestly, I just want that level of mindless drivel back.

[thievinghippo]

Finally, something has gone right this week