Zeus: The Gods Will Tell Him What You Did When He Grows Up And He’ll Kill You And Everything You Love.

Me when the musical based on a famous greek tragedy becomes tragic

I saw a lot of posts, where is implied that Apollo in God Games doesn't care about Odysseus and his situation at all. But what if it's other way around and Apollo just cares too much?

Mythologically Apollo and Hermes are friends. And looks like Hermes cares about his grandgrandson (Odysseus' grandfather is son of Hermes). Hermes was the only god who helped Odysseus even without being asked, just because Hermes wanted to help him.

I just imagine, that Hermes keeps an eye on Odysseus and constantly chatters to Apollo about him, calling him Ody. So thats why Apollo choose such a ridiculous reason as sirens, and uses "Ody" - he wants to help just because of his friendship with Hermes.

TEAGAN EARLEY WAS NOT NOT ON MY BINGO CARD

(I love her, I love all this, AND THE RED LIGHTING AT THE START OF THE NEW SAGA)

My fashion game could be so good but first I need to chop my boobs off

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.

BROO???? OMFG THE WAY THAT "exactly" ERASED MY SMILE AND MADE MY JAW DROP

Mr jalapeño, we're both on sleep deprivation BUT HOW CAN YOU LET US LIKE THIS???

I loved it, I can't, I loved it and I love it so much

Omg, I'm gonna die, if I haven't I'm doing it now. CAN I HEAR THEY LAUGHING OR AM I GOING CRAZY???

Plus, the way all of them are playing and chilling with each other, like, hold my heart, I can't handle it now.

So, my family thinks I'm asleep, and I'm trying not to SCREAM BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING SAGA AND IM LITERALLY JUST ROLLING AROUND IN MY BED AND KICKING MY FEET AND BITING MY FIST AND !!!!

I'm dead. Nobody talk to me, I'm gonna listen it on repeat and jump happily every time I listen it for the next 3 weeks

(Merry christmas and happy holidays to everybody, stay safe and drink water)