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So at work, we have this display of rubber snakes for halloween. And inside them they have this like stress ball like filling, not the beads but like a gel esq bead type thing and i was messing with rhem and my brain could only go 'ah that is a delicious squish'

Icarus Kyle and Sun Stan thoughts are hurting me rn…

In the wars, Kyle thinks he can outmanoeuvre fate itself. He constructs feathers from facts and wax from willpower. Too clever for caution. Too stubborn for surrender.

Stan beckons him higher. Stan might be cursed to pay his father’s debts to Zeus in the form of labour, but this doesn’t stop the son of Apollo from dazzling Kyle. It doesn’t cost him his radiance – his soft edges, his scarred hands.

Kyle wonders why he can’t go higher. Why he and Stan can’t be together. Admiration turns to protective recklessness, wax melts in the hands of the gods.

The moment before the fall is the sweetest. Suspended in brilliance, the son of Athena almost believes he belongs in the sky. Then, the wax softens, the wings falter, he – and his hubris – plummet.

It is believed that the sun reached out for Icarus as he fell. Only, as a fat ball of gas, it couldn’t do much.

Stan – a demigod – can.

He does.

Kyle isn’t Icarus. He doesn’t crash into the sea when he falls away from his sun. The boy who chased Stan’s light is the same boy that had them both plummet into the world’s darkest pit.

Τάρταρος

Tartarus

In other words...WHAT THE FUCK!?