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supervisionx · 2 months

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I keep seeing posts that Hannibal is queerbait (not necessarily on Tumblr but it's really prevalent on Twitter and tiktok) so I'm going to break down how it is NOT queerbait under 'keep reading' (long ass rant ahead)

I'm going to use Supernatural and Sherlock as an example because they are both pretty infamous for queerbaiting, but this isn't to make fun of those shows altogether.

In both Supernatural and Sherlock, the main 'ships' are between Sherlock Holmes / John Watson and Castiel / Dean Winchester. In their respective shows, there is almost nothing stopping them from getting together. In both cases, they are friends, have good chemistry, spend a frequent amount of time together, and do not have any significant others. The only thing stopping them from being in a relationship is that one or both of them are presumably straight or are simply not in love with each other.

In Hannibal, however, one is an FBI agent, and the other is a serial killer. There is an in-show reason that would stop (especially Will Graham) from wanting to be in a relationship with the other despite personal feelings. Even in earlier seasons, when Will Graham did not know Hannibal was a serial killer, Hannibal was still his therapist.

Next, what makes the queerbait stand out especially in Sherlock and Supernatural, is that every time anything is suggested between the two popular ships, it is often played off as a joke.

Think of the scene in Sherlock where John fumbles asking Sherlock if he has a boyfriend. The scene where Sherlock is about to kiss Moriarty is presented as a flashback by a crazy fan (making fun of the viewer for thinking Sherlock could be in a male/male relationship)

In Supernatural, there is a scene where castiel is alluded to being teleported naked on top of Dean's car, dialog such as "Get out of my ass" "I was never in your..." and an awkward pause. These are all one-off jokes, scenes, etc. Meant to allude to queerness without having to actually commit to it.

In Hannibal, however, no scene that alludes to queerness is played as a joke. Hannibal is genuine when he says he cares for Will, when he is worried the other man has died, the constant touches, and where he compares their relationship to Achilles and Patroclus. (Do I even have to mention the "Is Hannibal... In love with me?" Scene?)

"But Hannibal and Will never kissed / never had a relationship!"

Okay, it's fair to be upset that the pair never kissed or had a full relationship established, but you have to remember Hannibal was canceled. Sherlock and Supernatural both came to their conclusions naturally and decided to continue never establishing a proper relationship between their queerbaited characters.

(I'm not counting that scene where castiel says "I love you" to Dean and gets sent to Super Hell as a relationship. You could argue that this makes Castiel explicitly queer and therefore not queerbait, but it still feels more like executives doing the same thing as the joke part of this argument; not wanting to commit to making him queer and throwing in a one-off line. Plus, this does not excuse baiting Dean as queer and baiting the relationship between Dean and Castiel as more than friendship)

However, Hannibal never got to reach its natural conclusion. More seasons were planned, in which the creator of the show explicitly stated he wanted to explore the relationship between Hannibal and Will more in those seasons before being canceled. Being upset that they never kissed / had a relationship does NOT mean the show was queerbait.

#hannibal #supernatural #bbc sherlock #queerbaiting #hannibal fandom #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #will graham #long reads #long post

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johaerys-writes · 21 days

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TW: Non-consent mentioned. No pressure on answering this, but I figured I’d ask you since I value your opinion way more than Google/Reddit.

There’s an assortment of superstitions out there around childbirth. It varies among cultures but sometimes the superstitions overlap. I’ve heard suggestions about the position the birth parent is in during conception influences the (assigned) sex. I’ve heard suggestions that if the birth parent has sex while pregnant they will have twins. Now, there’s this other curious superstition that if the birth parent has sex with multiple partners, a number of things could happen including all sperm donors become the (biological) parents. I was wondering to what extent this last one is believed as part of Greek mythology? I’m assuming to some extent it is believed given the myth of Leda.

I bring all this up because of the infamous Scyros scene in The Song of Achilles. Miller is a really great storyteller from a writing craft perspective. Very subtly, she weaves layers into her scenes. For this scene in particular, it is generally understood that the sex between Patroclus and Deidamia was non-consensual. I’ve seen some suggestions that the scene was included to further support the idea that Achilles and Patroclus are two halves -the pain of one is the pain of the other. I was wondering that in addition to such interpretations, that the scene exists also to make Patroclus Pyrrhus’ father? Because Deidamia slept with both, they are both the father. Does this fit with general beliefs/superstitions around sex in Greek mythology?

I wouldn’t really go so far as to say that the sex scene with Deidameia and Patroclus is meant to be non con. I always found it a bit dubcon-ish instead of fully noncon, although the lines might be a little blurry. I think that the scene is meant to be awkward and weird, and my understanding of it is that it wasn't so much to show Patroclus' and Achilles' pain, but to sort of... shed light on Deidameia's situation? She's a young girl that really has no options right now: she got into this marriage without really wanting to or understanding what was going on-- imagine a goddess showing up to you and telling you you have to marry her son or else? I doubt many girls in her position would have been able to say no to this. And then she sleeps with Achilles, she is his wife, and as a wife she has to love him now, he's meant to be her whole world. Like this is how Deidameia has been brought up, this is part of her culture, and as a young impressionable girl I assume she had some very confused feelings for Achilles at this point. Of course Achilles is gorgeous and a demigod and that plays into Deidameia's infatuation with him.

But then, Patroclus shows up. And whatever little interest Achilles had in Deidameia is gone. She is married to him and pregnant with his child and yet none of this matters because Achilles just wants nothing to do with her now. So I feel like the whole sleeping with Patroclus thing might have been... her trying to take control of the situation in some way. If she manages to seduce Patroclus, then perhaps she will manage to hurt Achilles as he has hurt her; or perhaps she might even come to be included in this very exclusive thing these two have going on.

It's a muddy situation with no good outcomes for her, but don't forget that she's a very young girl. And young people often make bad decisions. So, for me, this scene is less about making Patroclus and Achilles "even" or focusing on their bond (although there are elements of that here), but more so to highlight the pretty awful position Deidameia is in. (Of course people are allowed to have different opinions, if someone's reading of the scene is different to mine then that's fine.)

As for whether Patroclus and Achilles are both Pyrrhus' fathers, I.... am not sure. Like, I don’t really see it that way. To my knowledge, there aren't really many myths in ancient Greece to support this particular angle? The most you'll see when two men and one woman are involved is the woman having twins, which is what happened with Leda: she slept with both Tyndareus and Zeus, so she had two sets of twins, Helen and Clytemnestra and the Dioskouroi (Castor and Polydeuces), of which one child was mortal and the other a demigod. I really can't think of an occasion where a single child was the product of two fathers. And I also don't see the symbolism of it working for TSOA, since Pyrrhus is a psycho when he shows up at the end lol. Like that's no love child that right there 🥲

EDIT: Theseus was mentioned as having two fathers, Aegeus and Poseidon; I didn’t include him because in the version I'm familiar with he's just Aegeus' son, but in other versions of the myth he is also Poseidon's son. So I guess it depends on what version one has heard/wants to go for.

Anyway, that's my two cents! I hope I answered your questions 💙

#patrochilles #patroclus #achilles #deidameia #i will defend my girl dei until the end #love her so much #the scene with her and patroclus has baffled many but it always made a sort of twisted sense to me #i think it was bold of MM to include it and I really respect her for that

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bookloveravenue · 2 years

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Dark Olympus (book 3): Wicked Beauty by Katee Robert

She was the face that launched a thousand ships, the fierce beauty at the heart of Olympus...and she was never ours to claim.

*A scorchingly hot modern retelling of Helen of Troy, Achilles, and Patroclus that's as sinful as it is sweet.*

In Olympus, you either have the power to rule...or you are ruled. Achilles Kallis may have been born with nothing, but as a child he vowed he would claw his way into the poisonous city's inner circle. Now that a coveted role has opened to anyone with the strength to claim it, he and his partner, Patroclus Fotos, plan to compete and double their odds of winning.

Neither expect infamous beauty Helen Kasios to be part of the prize...or for the complicated fire that burns the moment she looks their way.

Zeus may have decided Helen is his to give to away, but she has her own plans. She enters into the competition as a middle finger to the meddling Thirteen rulers, effectively vying for her own hand in marriage. Unfortunately, there are those who would rather see her dead than lead the city. The only people she can trust are the ones she can't keep her hands off―Achilles and Patroclus. But can she really believe they have her best interests at heart when every stolen kiss is a battlefield

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58882280-wicked-beauty

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June 9, 2022

My Review: 5/5 Stars

When the old Ares dies it is time for someone to take up the mantle. And in true Ares fashion that can only mean one thing... a fierce competition that tests your strength. Helen is tired of living in a gilded cage made by her father the former Zeus. And when her brother takes the position, things don't change much for her. It is expected of her to listen and follow orders. But her brother pushes her too far when he goes behind her back and announces that whoever wins the competition for Ares will win Helen as their bride. Furious, she takes matters into her own hands. She goes full Merida from Brave and decides she will enter the competition and fight for her own hand. In doing so she faces some of the greatest heroes of Olympus. Including Achilles and Patroclus. Achilles has wanted a position like Ares his entire life. He knows he is perfect for the position and with his best friend and lover, Patroclus, at his side, he won't fail. What they never expect is for Helen to enter the competition and throw off their entire plan. They are still determined to win, but the connection they feel toward her and her for them, well it complicates things. Not only does starting something mess up the lines drawn they are still fighting their enemies like Paris, Helen's ex, who wants the title. Along with others like Hector, Atalanta, Ajax, and the two outsiders, Theseus and the Minotaur, who threaten to invade Olympus from the inside. Really loved this one! The dynamic between Helen, Achilles, and Patroclus was great. And the competition they faced as Ares were awesome because not only did we get so many names from Greek myth but we got hints of other myths in the competition. Katee Robert does such a great job of taking so many myths and planting them in the story. If you know the name, then you know something that happened to them in the myth may come to pass or something pretty close. Another great addition to this series and with so many more coming, I can't wait to see how it all plays out. Especially when there is an even bigger conflict stirring in Olympus. Such a great world.

#book #books #i love books #my review #book review #dark olympus #wicked beauty #katee robert

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valhallanrose · 3 years

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The Place is Immaterial

“meet me at sunrise, at sunset, or the new moon - the place is immaterial.” - from the letters of Emily Dickinson

In which a poet and an adventurer find common ground.

2.1k. Milenko (and Atanasie) belong to @sunrisenfool. No CWs apply.

“...I’m telling you, Atanasie, there’s a whole collection of those vases back at the dig site. I keep saying you’d love it out there - how long do I have to dangle the bait of ‘newly uncovered murals’ in front of you before I have to pack you up in a carriage myself?”

“Oh, just a little longer. It’s just a matter of clearing a big enough gap in my schedule to focus on it completely. Now get your dusty boots off my desk.” Atanasie reached out then, smacking the bottom of her boot where it was popped up against the edge of the wooden surface. “Heathen. You bring me back one Bulani vase and you think you own the joint.”

Astoria laughed, dropping her foot to the floor and setting her teacup to the side. “Harsh words. Maybe I should just…”

They leaned over to the side, reaching toward the tall vase standing beside Atanasie’s desk, only for him to shoot them a scandalized look.

“You touch that vase and I’ll get you banned from the Palazzo.”

“Why would Nana ban me? I can make his life infinitely harder when he tries to use the palace library.”

Atanasie grumbled as Astoria grinned, clearly far too proud of themself for winning that one as they reached for their teacup again.

Whenever they returned from their travels, Astoria made it a point to come by the Palazzo Cassano to visit Atanasie Radošević, fellow enthusiast of ancient civilizations who also happened to get paid to pursue his passions. When she was around, they had tea a few times a month, usually in one of their respective offices so they didn’t disturb other patrons around them. Sometimes they got into quite animated discussion, but other times it became casual conversation, catching up with one another on their lives and adventures.

“Any plans for the winter?” Atanasie asked after a few beats of pause, and Astoria nodded, a smile breaking out across their face.

“Yeah, actually, I’m thinking about heading south again. Granny’s going to be at Castle Kintyre for Hogamanay, so I’ll probably join her for the celebration. It’s been quite a long time since I’ve been there, so it’ll be nice to be home.”

The man shuddered, shaking his head slightly and bringing his cup a bit closer to his chest. “I’ll never understand how you do the cold down south, it’s absolutely intolerable -”

A knock on the door cut through their conversation, making them both pause before Atanasie glanced at the clock. He stared at it for a moment, then two, before being broken from his reverie by another light knock and a call of “Uncle?”

“Come in!” Atanasie called, already rising from his desk as the store swung open.

Astoria glanced over their shoulder as Atanasie and his visitor met halfway, a bright smile on the former’s face as he leaned in to press a kiss to each of the person’s cheeks and reached up to loosely grip their upper arms.

“Sasi, my darling, peace be upon you.”

Immediately, the name clicked in Astoria’s mind - Atanasie had spoken of his nephew many times before, usually when the conversation turned away from work and they checked in on each other personally. Astoria stood as Milenko smiled and returned the greeting, setting their teacup on the desk - and discreetly dusting off the print their boot left behind before Atanasie drew their attention.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been a little rude.” He beckoned her closer, then gestured to Milenko with a smile. “I’ve told you about my nephew, yes?”

“You have.” Astoria chuckled, nodding and extending a hand to the man in question. “The infamous Milenko - it’s nice to put a face to the name. A pleasure, I’ve heard much about you from your uncle.”

They noticed his eyes first. Warm brown, the kind of color that made them think of fresh brewed coffee - gods, they needed a cup, the more they thought about it. Olive toned skin, a spattering of freckles across his cheeks, dark brows and bronze curls that just made him just seem like a different kind of warm altogether.

It fit the way Atanasie had described him, truthfully.

Milenko quirked a brow at her words, but took her hand, giving it a firm shake in turn. “Hopefully good things. Regretfully, I’m not sure I can say that he’s told me about you…?”

“Astoria. Astoria Fenharrow.” They glanced down to their joined hands, where their bare palm was clasped in his - they’d forgotten to put their gloves back on - and in a moment of curiosity, pressed their first two fingers neatly against the fluttering pulse point on the inside of his wrist.

Every heartbeat was a little different. She’d compare her own to that of a hummingbird, fluttering, unrelenting, the quick wings that carried her across the continent and back when the fancy took her.

Milenko’s made her think of rivers. Not the small, babbling kind, but the rivers that ran strong and steady for decades, ran their courses and carved through mountain sides with time. Persistent, strong and steady...a force to be reckoned with if you allowed yourself to get swept up in it.

“You have a strong heart.” Astoria commented idly, their hand sliding from his and wrapping around one of the suspenders they wore. Milenko gave her a curious look before Atanasie stepped closer, clapping a hand on their shoulder and giving them both a smile.

“Ah, it’s a good thing, Sasi. Astoria told me something similar when we met.”

“I told you your heartbeat made me think you were a boar.”

“And I choose to take that as a compliment.” Atanasie chuckled, squeezing Astoria’s shoulder before his hand fell back to his side. “Do you mind if we continue this another day? The time got away from me.”

Astoria chuckled, reaching for her bag and swinging it loosely over her shoulder. “By all means, Atanasie, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you from family. I did drop by unannounced. Do let me know what you make of that vase the next time we meet, and I’ll bring the tea. Gods know Granny’s sent me more than I could drink in a lifetime.”

Atanasie met their friendly embrace, and then they slipped out the door - letting it fall shut behind them as they ventured out into the main library.

What, like they were going to pass up an opportunity to peruse the shelves while they were there?

* * * * *

Libraries like that of the palace and the Palazzo Cassano were easy to get lost in, and Astoria had done just that.

They dropped their bag off at a desk and had begun to wander, through the aisles packed chock full of texts on history and science, literature and art, and everything between until they found the section they were looking for.

Astoria had heartily plucked a book off the shelf in the poetry section and unceremoniously seated themself on the floor, back pressed against another set of shelves and their legs stretched out across the aisle. With the book in their lap and a quick adjustment to their glasses, they were set for a few hours of reading, and they certainly met that expectation.

They didn’t know how long it had been when a voice cut through the silence - hushed, as to not disrupt others, but enough to draw their attention - and made them look up toward the source.

“A strong heart, hm?”

Astoria blinked once at Milenko, then twice, before their face flushed and they sheepishly closed the book with a finger between the pages to mark the poem they’d been reading. “I apologize, it’s...something I forget might unnerve others. I do hope that didn’t sour your impression of me.”

“Not at all.” Milenko shook his head, loosely gesturing to the space beside Astoria on the floor. “May I?”

When they nodded, he sat down unceremoniously, letting out a long breath as he stretched his legs out and closed his eyes. He was quiet for a moment, long enough to make Astoria wonder if they should go back to their poem, before he spoke up again with eyes still closed.

“Uncle says you’re an archaeologist like him. He called you the ‘expert on Bulan’, if I had to use his words.”

“Oh, gods...somehow even when I’m not in the room, Atanasie finds a way to mess with me.” Astoria groaned, laughing slightly as she pressed the cover of the book in hand against her forehead. “I do study Bulan, but there’s still so much to uncover. I’d hardly call myself an expert yet. Should I be nervous that you were talking about me?”

Milenko chuckled, shaking a few curls out of the way and folding his hands neatly in his lap - a motion that made her notice the ink stains on his hands that she’d somehow missed earlier. “Had to put myself on an even playing field. You knew who I was, but I knew nothing of you.”

“Well, I know you’re his nephew. I know you have a dog named Ursula, that you visit fairly often, and that you’re a poet. Nothing deeply personal.”

“Still puts you a step ahead of me. We know each other’s careers. Got any pets?”

“A dog as well. My familiar - her name’s Nathaira. I’ve also got two doves, Patroclus and Achilles.”

He laughed a little at that, a sound that made Astoria’s lips quirk up at the corners as well. “I didn’t take you for the sort who enjoyed epics.”

Astoria shrugged, getting to their feet to slip the book back into its place on the shelves. “Ah, well, I spend a lot of time on the road, or working with old texts. I’ve read a little bit of everything, truthfully, poetry just...speaks to something different.”

“I understand that.” Milenko nodded, still seated on the floor as Astoria met his gaze - something curious, even critical in his eye as he looked up at her. “What drew you to it in the first place?”

Astoria paused at that, then turned, leaning back against the shelf carefully and loosely folding her arms across her chest. The words were easy to remember, she knew them line by line for how many times she’d read the poem in question.

“Among the ruined temples there,

Stupendous columns, and wild images

Of more than man, where marble daemons watch

The Zodiac's brazen mystery, and dead men

Hang their mute thoughts on the mute walls around.”

Milenko’s face broke out into a wide grin, nodding in approval as he got to his feet. “Alastor; or The Spirit of Solitude. I can see why it would have pulled you into the world of poetry.”

“It did. I’ve spent as long as I can remember digging around ruined temples, so the passage struck a chord.” Astoria had to tip their head back slightly to meet his gaze as he moved, briefly wondering if the gap would be narrowed or widened if they both removed their heeled boots from the equation.

With a nod, Milenko took a step closer and offered Astoria his hand before he spoke, expression shifting from curiosity to determination on some unknown front.

“I’d like to ask a favor.”

Astoria grinned, eyeing his hand with something akin to mischief in their eyes. “Oh, so that’s why you wanted to get to know me. Dangerous, you know, asking for favors from new acquaintances. But I’m interested, go on.”

“I’d like to pick your brain a little.” Milenko wiggled his fingers slightly as if to try and entice them to take his hand. “What you said...I want to know more about what you see in a heartbeat. Call it writer’s curiosity.”

They mulled that over for a few moments before they nodded, laying their hand neatly in his. “Alright. I can’t find it in me to stifle said curiosity. I’ll be settling in at my office in the palace library for the next few days, can’t imagine how dusty it is after the last month or so. I could meet you in the library?”

“The fountain in the gardens, preferably. I write better near water.” Milenko smiled, then lifted Astoria’s hand in his - pressing a chaste kiss to their knuckles before releasing their hand completely. “I’ll come by tomorrow. I’d like to follow this train of thought before it’s lost.”

And, just as unceremoniously as he’d come, Milenko slipped out of the aisle - leaving Astoria standing there, rosy cheeked and wondering what the hell they’d just gotten into.

#nerds in a library make me go brrrr #astoria fenharrow #milenko #my writing

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timcurlyshepard · 5 years

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Can you do one of who everyone would be as Greek heroes?

(not all of these are necessarily Greek heroes in the sense that they would have been considered so by antiquity standards, but they are prominent mortal[ish] Greek figures)

(Also I included Cherry this time)

Darry

Hercules/Heracles. The Superman of Ancient Greece if you will. Hercules has a life plagued by tragedy (dying multiple times, making his way through the underworld, being driven mad and forced to kill his own wife and children). His life is not as happy story as the Disney movie made it out to be. This feels like a version of Darry to me because he seems to have all the capabilities of having a good life, intelligence, strength, support, but it inevitably goes terribly wrong and his life turns out like nothing you would have expected through a series of unfortunate events.

Ponyboy

Cassandra. An Oracle in Ancient Greece (having the ability to see the future) but cursed by Apollo so that no one would ever believe her. She is often seen as the archetype of someone being dismissed and ignored by others when they are right and know best. She warned the Trojans of the attack coming from the Trojan Horse but went ignored. I think that Pony often feels dismissing and ignored because of his youth and place in his family and the gang. He would relate very easily to the story of Cassandra (which has a very tragic ending).

Soda

Helen. Helen is famously the cause of the Trojan war. She falls in love with Paris and ditches her husband, Menelaus, to run off with him. She’s a young girl who’s willing to sacrifice literally everything for love. This reads like Soda to me, quick to fall completely in love and damning the consequences.

Steve

Odysseus. Clever, cunning, and brash. Odysseus is the one who famously came up with the ploy of the Trojan Horse, which very much feels like a Steve idea to me. He’s a quite a bit hypocritical at times (expecting Penelope to remain faithful while he’s off getting hot and heavy with every woman he meets) which feels like it could also be a weakness of Steve’s (not the cheating, the hypocritical attitude at times).

Dallas

Achilles. Achilles is strong and bold, but he has weaknesses, and not just in his heal. One of the most memorable scenes of Achilles during the Iliad is a display of his infamous temper; dragging the dead body of Hector, who had slain his beloved Patroclus, through the streetsof Troy. This figure radiates Dallas for me because he is known for his fighting prowess, but he is also rash and quick to anger, especially when someone he loves is at stake.

Johnny

Patroclus. The other half of Dallas’ Achilles. Patroclus dies dressed as Achilles, attempting to defend his men against the Trojan army. He is self sacrificing and is the catalyst to the death of Achilles and Hector in the Iliad. I mean come on, this is Johnny. Hinton might have just read the Iliad and gone ‘yeah we’re just gonna use that guy and give him a new name’.

Two Bit

Pandora. The first woman ever created. And considered to be downfall of mankind (think Eve in Christianity). Pandora famously opened a box that she was not supposed to because she had been cursed with an uncontrollable curiosity. Said box released all the horrors of the world (war, hunger, the pain of childbirth, death, etc etc). She was doomed though, because the box was a trap, meant to entice her. For me, Two Bit also has this sense of curiosity and an inability to control his actions at times. He doesn’t always think before he acts, much like Pandora.

Tim

Medea. Medea is the real hero in the tale of Jason and the Argonaughts. She is the one who has magical abilities and intelligence and she captures the Golden Fleece for them. But she doesn’t get the credit she deserves, and after she married Jason he abandons her for another woman. She then has him killed. She is one of the few women in Ancient Greece that was seen as more powerful than a man, and in the end she gets away with the murders she commits. I think that this intelligence and violent revenge when wronged is like Tim. She’s cunning and is the leader of a group of hard headed guys, which Tim is as well.

Curly

Orpheus. Orpheus was a musician and favored by the god Hades. So, when his wife Eurydice dies he goes to Hades to beg for her back, and the god agrees on one condition: he may lead her out of the underworld, but while doing so he may not look back at her. But, of course, he is too tempted to see his beloved wife and turns back, causing her to vanish and return to the underworld. I think that this sort of foolish breaking of rules and suffering unwelcome consequences is a Curly move. It also is definitely like him to try and get around a clear instruction but fail in the process. He doesn’t always think things through and it will bite him in the ass later.

Angela

Clytemnestra. Clytemnestra is actually my favorite figure in Greek mythology. Here’s the short version: her husband is Agememnon (leader of the Greek army in the Trojan war) sacrifices her beloved daughter to the gods before leaving for battle (it was considered good luck to do so). She’s pissed, obviously, and murders him in a clever plot upon his return like 20 years later. I decided to make Angela her because she is vengeful, but for a good cause. She loves her child dearly and would do anything to avenge her, and in part to avenge herself. Angela has always read as the vengeful type to me (I mean just consider what she had her brothers do to Bryon) and I think she would be the type to hold anger for 20 years, especially over the killing of a family member.

Cherry

Alcestis. The rundown: Alcestis dies in place of her husband so that he may have immortality, it was supposed to be a gift to him by the God Apollo but turns out to be a curse because he loses his beloved wife. The thing that’s notable about this story is that it’s called the Alcestis and is centered around her, but she doesn’t have a single line in it. She is essentially the epitome of how men saw women in Ancient Greece (and today), sacrificial lambs that are meant to fuel their pain in stories but not actually have their own agency. Cherry reminds me of what I think Alcestis would have said and been like if it had been written by women in Greece. Frustrated with being used as a pawn and having her story boil down to what she offers men.

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