#Also I really thought about the TV show thing

[lilreidgirl]

My boy

Summary: You have an affair with a married man and get the consequences and they are not exactly bad

Warnings: MDNI(18+), fingering, unprotected sex (don´t), cheating (Spencer is married to Maeve), religious talk kinda??, swearing, praise, storyline is a bit rushed!, NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY

WC: ~1.8k

A/N: ---

You knew it was wrong. Very wrong. Sleeping with a married man was something you swore you would never do. Every time it happened on TV you’d turn to your mother and say, “How could they ever do that?”, and shed answer with “Love is complicated. You´ll understand one day.” And you did, the fateful day you met Spencer was the day you understood. Although not really, more so that it was multiple weeks where you little by little realized that yes, love was complicated.

You had met Maeve a few times, team dinners and get-togethers that she attended, she was pretty, kind, smart, everything Spencer could ever even dream of having. Almost right out of the bat you started crushing on him, noticing how damn attractive he was and how kind hearted his personality shown on the people around him.

It wasn’t until he showed up at your hotel one night, tears staining his cheeks and manifesting in his eyes, that you saw a more vulnerable, honest side of him. He had had a fight with Maeve, again he had said. You sat crisscross on the end of your bed, facing his body that was slumped onto your mattress, legs hanging off the edge.

He expressed his feelings about how hard it’s been and how she can’t seem to even try to understand what he’s going through, your heart shattered at his confessions. As he lay there, in your hotel bed, staring at you in silence like you had the answer to all his problems, you couldn’t stop yourself from moving a hand to his solemn face, brushing a messy loose strand of his hair off of his forehead.

When you heard the way his inhales and exhales quickened and deepened, your hand stilled any movements. A silence took over the room, one where the world stood still, your eyes trained on each other’s. Then before you knew it and could truly processes the horrible moral sin of an action that it was, you leaned down and kissed him.

At first, it was only your lips moving but after a small moment where you were just about to pull away because your thoughts finally took in how wrong it was, he kissed you back. Large hands gripped the sides of your face, fingers dug into the strands of your hair as his plump lips skillfully lapped over your own. His tongue had made its way into your mouth as you moved to straddle his hips, holding yourself up on his chest with your hands.

And in the back of your mind, you knew: this was wrong. But for that fleeting, shattering moment, it didn’t feel wrong at all.

It was wrong when you both stripped all your clothes and left each other bare, it was wrong when he sank his length into you; making you moan out his name in pleasure, it was wrong when he pumped his cock in and out of you at a perfectly paced rhythm, hitting all of the right spots, it was wrong when you both came at the same time; muttering “ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod” as you did, it was wrong when the last thing you whispered to each other before you drifted off to sleep was “I love you”.

It was wrong, but it sure as hell didn’t feel wrong, it felt perfect. And every time you guys slept together after that also felt perfect. Of course, you both knew how horrible it was, you tried talking about it but it never really played out to even be considered a full conversation.

You pushed the door open, peeking through the crack you had created. Spencer sat on his couch, elbows held on his knees as he persistently ran his hands through his already unruly hair. “Everything okay?” You asked, not missing the irony of asking that question while you slipped out of the shared bedroom of him and his wife that was currently away on a business trip, and into their living room.

He looked up, eyes travelling over you as his brain lagged and took in the fact that you had spoken. “Oh uh- yeah…”

With a face that very clearly told him you didn’t believe him, you made your way towards him, crawling onto his lap, feet resting on the couch as you leaned the side of your upper body onto his chest and your head onto his shoulder. “Really?” You asked.

A sigh left him and a moment of silence followed before he spoke up. “I… I um…” You traced a line down his chest with your finger hoping to give him some comfort with the action and your words, “Don’t worry, you can tell me,” you tried to reassure. “Maeve and I…” Your skin prickled at the mention of her name, fear ensuing you that maybe he had decided to finally end things with you for her, “We´re getting a divorce. I told her.”

The shock you felt for a moment after his words was quickly flushed out by the excitement and joy you felt. You knew though that your happiness over his impending divorce probably isn’t what he needed right now so you forced back the smile that threatened to present itself on your face. “Oh, I’m… sorry?”

Honestly, you were very unsure of how you were supposed to react to that. He chuckled as he lifted you up enough to make sure your legs were straddling his own. “No being sorry, baby, you’re allowed to be happy.” As you settled on his thighs you smiled, leaning in to peck his lips repeatedly.

“So does this mean we´ll be like officially together now?” Your voice was filled with glee and hope. “Yes. I’m all yours.” Both of you grinned as you kissed him again, this kiss was longer, more meaning full.

His hands found their way to your hips like they had countless times before, moving you against him as you breathed heavily into his mouth. When your relentless grinding on his hardening length didn’t seem to be enough anymore, he encircled your waist with his arm and spun you both around, laying you on the soft material of his couch.

Your legs moved to wrap around his waist but he gently pushed them down, instead grasping the hem of the shirt of his you wore and pulling it over your head and onto the floor. “So gorgeous. You are so incredibly gorgeous, princess,” he breathed out as he took you in, only clad in a flimsy pair of underpants.

He ducked his head down, kissing all the way from your neck to your abdomen, the kisses weren’t to mark you as his or to prove anything, they were an expression of the absolute love and affection he felt for you. He came face to face with your covered core, pressing a teasingly soft kiss on where he was sure your clit was; eliciting a giggle and a squirm from you.

Soon enough, you found yourself staring up at him again, but that quickly died down when he claimed your lips in yet another passion filled kiss. His fingers trailed down your stomach, fiddling with the material of your panties for a moment before pulling it down your legs, leaving them to rest at the apex of your now bent knees.

Without any warning he plunged two fingers into your entrance, immediately curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside of you. He moved his fingers as he stared in awe as you withered away from the kiss to release an epiphany of moans.

Once he was satisfied and sure that you were wet and ready, he extracted his digits, licking them clean before he pulled down your panties the entire way down your legs and his boxers along with them.

Your head, that was already thrown back, lulled into the couch even harder as he slowly and carefully sunk into your inviting hole and warmth. “I love you, I love you so much, such a pretty girl, my pretty girl,” he praised as he drew his hips back and snapped them forward, peppering kisses all over your collarbone.

Your head reeled as you spewed out whimpers and moans in return. This time felt different, different than any time before. It was the first time it wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t a distraction from Spencer´s shitty marriage and it wasn’t some comfort for you after a bad day, it was a profound, unfiltered declaration of your love for each other.

One of his hands founds its way between your bodies during the hazy love making, starting to gently rub circles upon your sensitive clit. “Oh! Oh god! Fuck, Spencer, I’m close! I’m close,” you squeaked, holding onto his shoulders tightly as he quickened his hips and his finger.

“I know, angel, I know.” Spencer wasn’t a religious man, under no means, but he was pretty sure that you were the closest thing to divinity he´ll ever be able to understand.

“Come for me,” he ordered in a soft tone. Just a few seconds after his words, you did as he said, your orgasms washing over you in a way that felt like both a small calm beautiful stream and a wild strong breathtaking ocean. Spencer followed quickly, the sensation of you clenching around him being as heavenly as he would image heaven.

After he had fucked you both through your intense highs, pulled out and carried you to the bathroom to pee and take a shower, you found yourselves resting on the terrace, dressed in comfy clothes and wrapped up in a warm blanket.

“Are you going to have to move out? Cause I only have a one bedroom. But I do want to move in with you. Or is it too soon? Do you think she told the team? They’re gonna hate us-!” You rambled nervously, leaving the hot chocolate Spencer had made you unattended in your hands.

“Hey, hey, calm down, honey, it’ll be fine. We´ll talk about this later, alright? Right now you have an extremely beautiful sunset In front you, an unbelievably attractive man beside you and a really tasty hot chocolate said unbelievably attractive man made you,” he reassured, grinning proudly as he spoke his last sentence.

“Oh, unbelievably attractive, huh?” you teased.

“Yes, incredibly, unbelievably attractive.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Okay, I can get on board with that but my hot chocolate is 1000 times better than this.” You shrugged and gave him a smile before turning to take in the sunset before you.

“Honestly? You’re completely right.”

@emma-e-a

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 87

I'm back from the mythical land of Ohio and I have brought with me fic recs! I'm changing up my format for how I make these too, I'll include the author's summary and bit of my own Thoughts and Feelings about said fic.

ALSO for all you Superbat lovers out there, if you are interested in joining a Superbat discord server, might I suggest the Superbat (every)week Server? It was originally for people to shout about their ideas for Superbat Week 2024, but since everyone was having so much fun talking about their favorite blorbos, we are keeping it running indefinitely. It's fun place full of talented people! Fic and art events are created (like Superbat Kinkmas and a winter gift exchange), watch parties for movies and TV shows are hosted (we also did a watch party for the new Superman trailer the day that dropped), as well as various other events (like Superbat PowerPoint Parties). You can also follow @superbateveryweek on Tumblr or on Bluesky

Anyway, on to the fics!

Fears Unfounded by OdosBucket @odos-bucket - Superbat, Batfam, Teen, 3064 words, complete.

Author Summary: Jason hasn’t really witnessed a lot of positive, healthy relationships between the adults in his life. Looking back on it he might be able to acknowledge that he was going to be mistrustful of anyone who was introduced to him as his new guardian’s romantic partner, regardless of who that person was. But at twelve years old all he knows is that he doesn’t like Clark.

Jason being protective of his dad 🥺 (and learning what weirdos people from outside of Gotham are)

Comfort by fishfingersandjellybabies @fishfingersandjellybabies - Superbat, Batfam, General, 1228 words, complete.

Author Summary: In which Damian has a nightmare, and his stepdad takes care of him.

Damian willingly cuddling with Clark. My HEART 😭💖💖

fast break by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Superbat, Explicit, 6323 words, complete.

Author Summary: Bruce's heat lasts approximately six days — that should be plenty of time for Clark to impregnate him, right? [Five times Bruce and Clark's children stopped them from making a new one, and one time they succeeded.] For Bottom Bruce Wayne October day 7: batfam cockblocking Bruce.

Omegaverse? On my fic rec list? It's more likely than you think! Also, the thought of Clark being cockblocked by Bruce's children amuses me to no end.

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions @froizetta - Superbat, Teen, 89352 words, wip.

Author Summary: It starts like this. Clark Kent has a hopeless crush on a woman who's out of his league. Bruce Wayne has a newly-acquired kid he feels ill-equipped to raise. Superman is still finding his feet. And Batman has an unshakeable suspicion that Superman surely can't be all that he seems. Things can only get more complicated from there.

SO EXCITED about this fic, it's on the second to last chapter!! I have been thoroughly enjoying the identity shenanigans.

Modern Day Pen-pal Romance by lostinreeverie - Superbat, General, 8937 words, complete.

Author Summary: “Wait, what? You’ve been texting some rando for three—no, four—days?” Clark stuffed an onion ring he stole from her plate into his mouth to avoid responding. Talking to Lois about this felt like opening Pandora’s box. Her shock morphed into intrigue, her eyes narrowing like a predator locking onto its prey. “Four days of texting, and you didn’t mention it until now? This is officially the longest your love life has lasted. Spill.”

Or, Clark accidentally texts the wrong number and strikes a rather unusual friendship

More shenanigans, but in the form of a wrong number. And I love Clark's opinions on phones.

Blood and Honey by RedFive - Superbat, Explicit, 25003 words, wip.

Author Summary: A pod of orphaned killer whales are sinking yachts off the Iberian Peninsula and marine biologist Clark Kent is trying to figure out why their behavior has changed so drastically. Nothing could prepare him for the truth, however, or the strange twists his life was about to take when me meets a merman….named Bruce?

Love me a good merpeople fic and I love mershark Bruce.

Things Turn Out Okay by Anonymous - Superbat, Explicit, 37869 words, wip.

Author Summary: Clark utterly adores his family - Little Dickie is growing more and more by the day, and six-month old Jason is still his perfect baby boy. Bruce is slowly returning to Batman duties, and Clark is happy. Another unplanned pregnancy certainly shakes things up a bit.

Anon, I just want you to know that you are my hero and I would go into battle for you. This fic is also part of a series that everyone should read RIGHT NOW.

I remember the night of the Superbat Kinkmas 2024 by threekingbelt @sisaloofafump - Superbat, Explicit, 16 words, wip.

Author Summary: Fanart fillings of the Superbat (Every)Week 12 Days of Kinkmas Bingo :D

It has been a pleasure and delight to watch Sisa create all this beautiful art. You should all feast your eyes upon it.

Holy Wattpad, Batman! by SolaceInSpace @manufactured-pleasantry - Bruce Wayne, Batfam, Teen, 3356 words, complete.

Author Summary: “—ever touch her again, I’ll make you regret ever being born.” A voice recording of Batman was leaked online. Once again, the internet went too far with it. Once again, Bruce's children suffered for it.

This entire series is perfect and you should all read it. I fucking love it when Bruce has to deal with Internet shenanigans.

straight on by TheResurrectionist @frownyalfred - Bruce Wayne, Unrated, 3250 words, complete.

Author Summary: Batman tries to access the Watchtower without his signature cowl and uniform. Identity shenanigans ensue.

I am a big fan of Res's outsider POV fics, and this one is FANTASTIC. I love Jenna, she is my hero.

6:32 by TheResurrectionist - Batfam, Unrated, 2371 words, complete.

Author Summary: prompt from tumblr: fic idea where for some reason Bruce (as Batman) has to pick up Alfred and Tim from a public event gone wrong in the Batmobile (Tim was poisoned) and it’s not an emergency but speed is of essence and this is, coincidentally, the first time Alfred has been in the Batmobile when it’s actually moving and he gets to see firsthand how absolutely insane Bruce drives without the need to obey speed limits. and Tim’s puking and generally displeased so Alfred spends the whole ride chiding Bruce to slow down, for god’s sake, only for Tim to chime in from the backseat, between heaves, that this is slow for him, Alfred—

Protective dad Bruce and crazy driver Bruce? Sounds like a perfect (and insane) combination.

For Some Desperate Glory by chasingfigments @chasingfigments - Batfam, Teen, 15355 words, wip.

Author Summary: The ringtone lets Bruce know before he’s even pulled the phone out that someone in his family is calling from a civilian line, which—given the current hour—should mean Alfred is calling. The caller ID displays Tim Drake instead. Threads of concern and apprehension coil through him, but it’s possible—something prevented Tim from heading out with Dick tonight. If he were sick, or injured, Alfred would have let him know already, but it’s possible something came up with school or his friends. Dick would be just fine handling a solo night in the Batman suit. There’s no proof that anything is wrong yet. Bruce takes a steady breath and accepts the call. “Hey, Tim,” he says as he unlocks his car. “I’m—” “Sorry,” a mechanized voice cuts in, and Bruce goes still, fingers curled around the driver door handle. “Tim’s not available right now.” -- Or: Instead of taking over the drug trade, Red Hood kidnaps Bruce Wayne.

Oh god, the layers of who knows and doesn't know what is insane and makes for a fun and suspenseful read! I always look forward to this fic's update.

Classical Conditioning by trash_asylum - Logan Howlett/Bruce Wayne, Explicit, 4571 words, complete.

Author Summary: Logan and Bruce play a fun game of cat and mouse or should I say bat and wolverine.

I've been dealing with Poolverine brain rot after watching the Deadpool and Wolverine movie (on top of the Superbat brain rot), so I got SO EXCITED I saw this Logan/Bruce fic. A mash up of my current brain rots (and some favorite blorbos)

Mr. Forgettable by Arwriter @eliemo - Poolverine, Mature, 40523 words, wip.

Author Summary: Wade’s off the couch, moving slowly until he’s standing right in front of Logan. He’s eyeing him carefully, thoughtfully, like he can piece together a solution to whatever the hell is happening right now. “You’re not just doing this so you can get out of buying dinner, are you?" “Fuck you.” Or: Even if he can't quite place his face, Logan doesn't think he could ever forget Wade Wilson.

Every time this fic updates, I have to resist the urge to reread the entire fic because I love it so much (I fail each time, I've reread this fic so much). All the chapters have been from Logan's POV, but the latest one is in Wade's, which was Excellent to read. I am Super Excited for the next update.

The Subtle Art of Giving a Massage by Dorath3xplorer - Poolverine, Explicit, 5318 words, complete.

Author Summary: A minute later, Logan’s hands clutch so tightly at the sheets that his knuckles are turning white. Wade continues to squeeze and wring his muscles, using less skilled but much more powerful techniques just to get a reaction—Logan’s low grunt turns into an almost whine as Wade digs into a particularly sore spot; he does it again, harder, just to be mean, not expecting Logan to whimper, half-pleasure and half-pained as he jerks under Wade. Both of them go still. “Shit, Logan, are you getting off on this?” - Or: Wade asks for a massage, gives a massage, and gets a little more.

I am a big fan of pillow princess Logan. Give that emotionally repressed hairy man a good rub down (and dicking).

In The Midnight Hour by StrawberryNova - Poolverine, Explicit, 21631 words, wip.

Author Summary: "They did not really fuck in the Honda Odyssey, at least, in the conventional sense. The fight itself, that was a cathartic exercise, a release of aggression and hard feelings for both of them. That’s what he told himself, anyway. And what they did after that, it didn’t mean anything. It was barely more than what two teenagers would do on a third date. It was so stupid, so ridiculous, hardly even worth mentioning, let alone remembering over and over and over for three months straight. So why couldn’t he forget it?" or After an intense sexual encounter in the Odyssey, Logan tries to pretend it didn't mean anything. However, slowly, he realizes that maybe there's more to it than that. In the three months they'd been living together, Wade has made Logan feel a lot of things he's never felt before, both in the bedroom and beyond, and things he never thought he'd feel again. It's a getting-together fic fraught with pining, combined with Logan discovering a few kinks he didn't know he had.

I am also a fan about Logan discovering new and excited kinks he enjoys and not knowing what to do or feel about them (but Wade does).

Unexpected Encounters by RogueFroggo - Poolverine, General, 1969 words, complete.

Author Summary: “I expected him to be more…forward,” Scott said, breaking the silence “Especially with you.” “With me?” Jean said teasingly. Scott shrugged, “The other Logan—” “This isn’t our Logan, Scott,” Jean said firmly, “And besides, I think he’s very much interested in someone else…” Scott tilted his head confused, “Who?” Jean gives him a deadpan look, “Seriously? Were we not just in the same room for the past half an hour?” Or; Scott meets Logan for the first time and is kind of expecting him to flirt with his girl but instead this Logan is different and seems to have eyes for someone else.

An excellent outsider POV fic looking at Logan and Wade's relationship. I love how protective they are of each other 🥺

Snowstorm by sundazetales @sundazetales - Poolverine, Explicit, 6950 words, complete.

Author Summary: A snowstorm hits the city, trapping Logan and Wade alone in their apartment without electricity. Cue sharing a bed for warmth, drinking too much whisky, cuddling in candlelight, and…well, you’ll have to read to find out.

I am also stuck in the middle of a snow storm (blizzard warning yayyy), so reading this fic was a no brainer for me. Very cute and sweet 💖

Heat of the Moment by FinelyDressedSpacemen @finelydressedspacemen - Poolverine, Explicit, 11840 words, complete.

Author Summary: “My universe is different than yours,” Logan whispered. “Your biology’s a little different too. Think I’m just having a reaction to whatever that powder was. We didn’t have Interdites where I’m from.” “What, like you’re allergic?” “Sure,” Logan agreed. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. He could feel the first stirrings inside of him, the first whispers of the need that would overwhelm him within days. .. After a mission gone awry, Logan goes into his first heat in twenty years.

A Poolverine omegaverse fic on my fic rec list?? It's more likely than you think! I am also a big fan of fics where Logan (or Wade) have omegaverse dynamics, but the other doesn't, but still learns how to take care of them during heats (or ruts).

crawl out through the fallout [to my loving arms] by Potrix - Poolverine, Mature, 6520 words, wip.

Author Summary: In Wade’s arms, the bundle starts crying in earnest. “No,” Wade chokes out, shaking his head, “no, I—no, no, no, no—” He puts the bundle down on the floor, stands on trembling legs, and flees. No one stops him. Logan, heart heavy and throat tight, goes to pick up the baby. [5 of his daughter’s firsts Wade misses out on, plus the 1 time he gets his shit together, steps up to the plate, and finally does the right fucking thing.]\

Logan with a cute baby. What more do I have to say? I am looking forward to the Wade interactions with the cute baby too :)

it's all in my head but i want nonfiction by obihoebikenobi @obihoebikenobi - Poolverine, Explicit, 21294 words, complete.

Author Summary: “Happy new year,” Wade murmured, bright reflection from the TV glowing in Logan’s eyes. “Should we kiss?” Logan said back, somewhere in the cacophony of voices and clinking glasses. What? “What?” Wade gasped because what the fuck? What the actual fuck? “What?” Logan asked back, lurching backward a little, clearing his throat, “I just–I thought–sorry.” Sheepish, stuttering Logan was not on Wade’s twenty–twenty-five bingo card, but here he was anyway, nervous fingers trembling against Wade’s thigh for a moment before he took them away. Logan stood haphazardly, placing a warm hand on Wade’s shoulder for just a fraction of a second, “I can wait. Another time. How about a hug?” Wade nodded, standing and shoving his chair back, launching himself into Logan’s hold a bit eagerly for his own liking, but Logan really didn’t need to see the heat rising to his cheeks. “Happy new year, bub,” Logan whispered in his ear. (Somewhere between sharing a bed, fixing their sleep schedules, and settling into a daily routine, Logan and Wade start dating. Too bad Wade doesn't know that.)

Oh my god, they are both so dumb. So, so dumb, I love this fic so much. Miscommunication my beloved.

Happy reading!

[demo-whale]

Brosten Pt. 2

I reposted by Brosten hcs recently and I'd remiss if I didn't include Pt. 2 - enjoy!!

Matt and Neil can both speak Spanish 

instead of using it to talk shit, they just say absolute nonsense to each other

Nicky always acts like they’re saying super offensive or petty shit

he’ll gasp dramatically and it just eggs them on

they drink from each other’s cups and water bottles and eat from each other’s plates all the time 

everyone else thinks it’s absolutely disgusting

“you didn’t even ask...”

“i don’t have to ask??” 

they go tailgating to other PSU sporting events in Matt’s truck, bringing along whoever is in the mood for hotdogs and busch lite

Matt teaches Neil how to throw a football, and they like to hang out at the park on the rare occasion that they have some downtime

Matt constantly has food for Neil in his bag, like little packets of fruit snacks or granola bars

Neil invites Matt to come running with him, and even though Matt doesn’t think he’ll like it, he agrees bc Neil thought of him and wants to hang out with him

he actually ends up really enjoying it, and Neil slows his pace way down to stay next to Matt

once Matt builds up his endurance they actually talk while running

Matt likes to say whatever pops into his brain, like he has no filter, and most of the time the completely random things he says just make Neil cry-laugh

Neil has a twitter account called shit-my-dad-says and it’s all the random nonsense that Matt says on a daily basis

it has over 500,000 followers

when Matt graduates, he continues to text Neil the funniest, randomest shit and Neil posts screenshots  

(Dan has a similar account called shit-my-work-husband-says and posts the absolutely horrible one-liners he says to her. it gets almost as popular as Neil’s account)

they know how to make each other laugh so hard they can’t breathe

once Neil becomes more comfortable with affection, they say “love you” to each all the time. 

at the end of phone, during practice, whenever the one of them does something small but sweet for the other

Matt makes Neil watch finding nemo with him, and from then on they constantly do the “gimme some fin. gimme some noggin. duuuude.” 

they watch TLC shows together

90 day fiance, say yes to the dress, Darcey and Stacey 

they like to yell at the TV

which is why they also watch bad horror movies together

when they get older and Neil and Andrew make Court, Dan and Matt take their kids to the summer Olympics every four years to watch them play

Neil makes the first exy game of the season for every single one of Dan and Matt’s kids, and the first basketball game of the season for their youngest who doesn’t play exy

Neil is the best man when Dan and Matt get married

he tells stories about them and about how much they love each other

he doesn’t get too sappy, but at the end he says, “Matt, you were the first person on the team to trust me and help me without wanting anything in return. I know the love you have for me is only a fraction of the love you have for Dan, so I know that you’re marriage is going to be unshakable. Here’s to forever.” 

Matt cries and Dan beams

they name their first child David Abram Boyd (Matt says it’s because those names are significant but Dan says it’s because the initials spell DAB)

they are the brothers they never had

[benispunk]

Who's That Girl?

Chapter 14: Taking Care Of You

Y/N is really sick and her knight in leather jacket comes and saves her.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, this part is a sickfic!!.

A/N: oh hi! wait? is that a chapter where nobody cries or thinks bad things of themselves? I think it is...also, happy new year!!!! we're more than halfway through this series with around six chapters left...I swear there's a light at the end of the tunnel!! anyway, hope you enjoy this one!! (you should, the next one isn't as nice and cute...oops...)

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist /Previous Part

Y/N was curled up on the couch, her body trembling despite the heavy blanket draped over her. Every muscle ached, her head throbbed relentlessly, and the fever made her skin feel like it was on fire. She had tried to get up earlier to grab some medicine but gave up after nearly collapsing. Wade wasn’t home—off at one of his gigs again—and Logan had disappeared hours ago. She didn’t know where he was or when he’d return. The thought of being alone in this state left her feeling even weaker.

The sound of the front door unlocking barely registered in her mind. Logan stepped in, his boots thudding softly against the floor as he put down his keys and phone. He was about to shrug off his jacket when he spotted Y/N curled up on the couch. Something was wrong. Her face was pale and damp with sweat. Her eyes, half-open, looked distant and glassy.

“Y/N?” Logan called softly, crossing the room in a few long strides. She didn’t respond. Kneeling in front of her, Logan reached out, his large hand brushing against her forehead. Her skin burned under his touch.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, the worry in his voice unmistakable.

Her eyelids fluttered weakly, and she leaned into his hand instinctively, her body seeking the coolness of his touch. Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

“Hey,” Logan said, lowering his voice. “Can you hear me?”

A faint sound escaped her lips, but it wasn’t coherent. Logan’s stomach twisted. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheek for a moment, then against her neck, confirming what he already knew. She was burning up.

“Stay here,” he murmured, though she clearly wasn’t in any state to move. “I’ll be right back.”

Y/N barely understood what was happening as he left. Her head lolled to the side as she struggled to focus, but the pounding pain behind her eyes made it impossible. It felt like only a few seconds before Logan was back, though it must have been longer. He carried a glass of water, some fever medicine, and a damp cloth in his hands. Setting the items down on the coffee table, he knelt beside her again.

“Y/N, you need to sit up for a minute,” Logan said, his voice gentle as his hand lightly caressed her arm, his thumb brushing over the blanket she clung to.

She groaned weakly, her body unwilling to cooperate. Logan hesitated for only a second before sliding an arm beneath her shoulders, carefully lifting her into a sitting position. She whimpered at the movement, her head rolling against his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he murmured, adjusting his grip. “Just for a second, okay?”

He pressed the glass to her lips, tilting it gently. “Drink,” he urged.

She managed a few small sips before turning her head away, the effort seeming to exhaust her. Logan didn’t push. Instead, he handed her the pills.

“You need to take these,” he said.

With shaking fingers, she tried to take them from him but fumbled. Logan caught her hand and steadied it, guiding the pills to her lips.

“Attagirl,” he said as she swallowed them down with another sip of water.

He set the glass aside and grabbed the damp cloth, folding it neatly before pressing it to her forehead. Y/N’s eyes closed as she exhaled softly, the coolness offering a small reprieve from the relentless heat coursing through her body. Logan stayed like that for a moment, silently observing her as she seemed to drift in and out of consciousness.

“Logan,” she murmured suddenly, her voice so faint he almost missed it. Her eyes cracked open, searching for him.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She gave a small nod, her head barely moving. Logan sighed, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her clammy face. He knew he couldn’t leave her on the couch like this. Standing, he bent down and slipped his arms beneath her. She let out a startled gasp as he lifted her effortlessly.

“Flying…” she murmured deliriously, her head resting against his chest.

Logan chuckled softly. “Not quite.”

As he carried her toward her room, she blinked up at him, her eyes catching on his jacket. Even in her disoriented state, she recognized it. Her gift.

“Looks… good on you,” she whispered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Logan’s heart stumbled in his chest, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” he said, ignoring the warmth spreading through him at her words.

He nudged her bedroom door open with his foot and carefully laid her down on the bed. The motion was so gentle it didn’t even jostle her. He pulled the blanket up over her, tucking it around her shoulders. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut almost immediately, her body finally giving in to exhaustion. Logan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her for a moment. Her breathing was shallow but steady. Reaching out, he brushed his hand over her forehead again, frowning at the heat still radiating from her skin.

“You’ll be okay,” he murmured quietly, more to himself than to her. He stayed there, his hand resting lightly on her forehead, until her breathing deepened and her body relaxed into sleep.

Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

———

She stirred about thirty minutes later, her mind slowly dragging itself from the fog of fever-induced sleep. The pounding in her head had lessened slightly, but her body still felt like lead. As she blinked against the dim light of her room, she became aware of the faint scrape of a chair against the floor. Turning her head, her eyes landed on Logan, seated at her desk. His jacket was slung over the back of the chair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He held his phone in one hand, occasionally swiping at the screen, but when he noticed her move, he was immediately at her side.

“You’re awake,” he said, moving to her side in one swift motion, his face shadowed with concern.

Before she could reply, his hand was on her forehead again, his touch cool and grounding. His brow furrowed as he assessed her. “Still too hot,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

“How long was I out?” she rasped, her voice scratchy and weak.

“Not long,” he assured her, pulling his hand back reluctantly. “Maybe thirty minutes. How’re you feeling?”

“Hot,” she said with a faint attempt at humor, though her words lacked energy. As if on cue, a shiver suddenly ran down her spine, and she involuntarily drew the blanket tighter around herself. Her body was at war with itself, burning and freezing all at once.

Logan’s lips pressed into a thin line, his frustration evident— not at her, but at his inability to fix this for her. “I’ll get more water and medicine,” he said before disappearing from the room.

The room felt quieter and colder when he left. She closed her eyes, her head throbbing again, but before she could fall back to sleep, he returned.

“Here,” he murmured, placing a fresh glass of water and another dose of medicine on her bedside table. His movements were methodical, careful, like he was afraid to startle her. He sat down on the edge of her bed, his presence reassuring.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, his voice dipping into a softness she rarely heard from him.

She shook her head slowly. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered, her throat tight with a strange mix of gratitude and guilt.

Logan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with something close to exasperation. “Why not?”

“Because…” Her voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “There’s probably a thousand things you’d rather be doing than looking after me. And you’ll get sick.”

Her words hung in the air. Logan’s expression softened, his gaze steady. For a long moment, their eyes met—hers filled with uncertainty, his with quiet intensity.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said finally, his voice steady but soft, like he was afraid she might not believe him. His gaze didn’t waver from hers, the weight of his words sinking deep into her chest. “And I don’t care if I catch whatever this is.”

Her heart skipped, warmth spreading across her cheeks that had nothing to do with her fever. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a small, stupid smile. “Damn fever,” she muttered, burying her face slightly into the blanket to hide her expression.

His lips twitched, but he didn’t let the moment linger too long. “Do you want to eat something?” he asked again. 

He rested his hand on the bed beside her, his fingers brushing hers as he shifted slightly. The warmth of his hand against hers sent a flutter through her chest, but neither of them moved until she gave him a small nod, though the thought of food seemed distant.

“Alright,” he said, standing with a quiet determination. “I’ll be right back.”

———

Logan returned with a simple bowl of leftover soup, steam curling softly into the air. He placed it on the bedside table and helped her sit up, his hand steadying her back as she shifted against the pillows. She leaned into his touch instinctively, her body still weak and achy.

“Eat,” he said gently, handing her the bowl and a spoon. “There was still some soup from yesterday.”

She managed a faint smile as she took the spoon with trembling hands. The soup was warm and comforting, and as bland as it was, it didn’t upset her stomach. He stayed by her side, his gaze steady and unyielding, watching her like she might crumble if he looked away.

“You’re hovering,” she said with a tiny smirk, though her voice was still hoarse.

“Yeah, well, I don’t trust you to not pass out mid-bite,” he replied.

When she finished, he took the bowl from her hands and stood. “Stay put,” he said, heading to the kitchen. The sound of running water and clinking dishes drifted faintly into the room, but it wasn’t long before he returned, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel.

“You should sleep,” he told her, his voice low but firm as he stood at her bedside. His presence filled the small room, grounding her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

She looked up at him, her eyes heavy but still shining with a hint of vulnerability. “Logan,” she murmured, her voice soft and unsure.

He stopped, his hand resting on the back of the desk chair. “Yeah?”

Her fingers reached out, trembling slightly, and brushed against his wrist. She looked at him like she was searching for something she wasn’t sure she’d find. “Can you… stay? Just for a little while?”

Logan’s breath hitched, his chest tightening at the simple, fragile request. He hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yeah,” he said quietly.

She shifted on the bed, making room for him, and he lay down beside her with careful, deliberate movements. He kept a respectful distance, his body stiff with the effort of not leaning too close.

She turned toward him, her head sinking into the pillow as her eyes fluttered half-closed. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice so faint it almost disappeared into the quiet of the room.

Logan swallowed hard, his throat tight. “Don’t mention it,” he muttered, his voice gruffer than he intended.

Her breathing began to even out, the exhaustion and fever pulling her back toward sleep. He watched her, his gaze softening as he allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection. Her face, even flushed and weary, held a certain peacefulness that tugged at something deep inside him.

As the minutes ticked by, her hand unconsciously brushed against his arm, the small contact grounding them both. He shifted slightly, his body relaxing by degrees, until he found himself lying closer than he intended.

When she stirred again, barely thirty minutes later, he was still there, his hand resting near hers on the mattress. Her feverish eyes opened slowly, and she found him watching her with a quiet intensity.

“You’re still here,” she murmured, her voice tinged with surprise.

“Yeah,” he said simply, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “Figured you might need me.”

Her chest warmed at his words, her heart skipping a beat.

“Logan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re all I need.”

He blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected comment, but before he could reply, her eyes closed again, and she drifted back to sleep.

This time, when he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, he didn’t stop himself.

———

Her breathing deepened again, signaling that she’d drifted back into sleep. Logan stayed there, watching her for a moment longer. The rise and fall of her chest, the soft sound of her breath—it was strangely calming.

He told himself he’d leave in just a minute, that he’d give her space to rest properly. But his body betrayed him; the weight of the day, the emotional toll of seeing her so vulnerable, and the quiet warmth of the room all worked against him.

Before he realized it, his head dipped forward, his body sagging into the mattress. His eyes fluttered shut, and he fell asleep right there beside her.

When morning came, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Logan stirred first, his senses slowly sharpening as he registered the warmth pressed against his arm.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized where he was—and who he was with.

The faint light of morning crept across the floor as Logan blinked awake. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Y/N. Her breathing was steady, her face peaceful in sleep, and he felt an odd pang of reluctance to leave.

But he knew better than to linger.

With a careful hand, he pulled the blanket up to her shoulder, tucking her in. Then he rose from the bed, his joints stiff from sleeping in an awkward position. He glanced back at her one last time before quietly slipping out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The apartment was still, the early morning air cool and quiet. Logan made his way to the kitchen, running a hand through his tousled hair. He’d barely stepped inside when he froze.

Wade was already there, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in one hand and a smirk that could only mean trouble. His eyebrows shot up in exaggerated surprise, and Logan instantly knew he was doomed.

“Well, well, well,” Wade drawled, setting his mug down with a flourish. “If it isn’t Sleeping Beauty, emerging from the princess’s tower.”

Logan groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Don’t start.”

“Start? Me? Never!” Wade raised his hands in mock innocence, though his grin betrayed him. “I’m just wondering, how was it? Cozy? Romantic? Did you guys hold hands and share your deepest secrets before you dozed off?”

“Wade.” Logan’s tone carried a warning, but it only made Wade grin wider.

“Oh, come on,” Wade teased, circling the kitchen island to stand closer. “I’ve got questions, man. Did you sweep her off her feet? Or, wait, no—don’t tell me—you spooned all night like a couple of lovesick penguins, didn’t you?”

Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “She’s sick, Wade. I was just—”

“—being the knight in shining armor,” Wade cut in, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelashes. “Gallant Logan, tending to his fair maiden in her time of need. Truly heartwarming.”

Logan shot him a deadly look. “Are you done?”

Wade tilted his head, pretending to think. “Not even close.”

Logan shook his head, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring himself some coffee. He could feel Wade’s eyes on him, the silence practically crackling with anticipation.

Then Wade leaned against the counter again, his smirk softening into something more knowing. “You’re a good guy, you know that?”

Logan paused mid-sip, frowning. “What are you talking about now?”

Wade shrugged, his usual theatrics dialed down just a notch. “I know it’s not just a tiny little crush. You care about her. Hell, I’m pretty sure you’d go back to war for her. So, stop all your brooding and self-deprecation and fucking admit it.”

Logan set the mug down, his jaw tightening. “She’s our roommate.”

“Uh-huh,” Wade said, dragging the syllables out like he’d heard this a thousand times before. “And I’m your roommate. And we’re like brothers. Come on, man. I’ve been watching this slow-burn romance play out for months now, and let me tell you, it’s both entertaining and painful. Mostly painful. For me. And the readers.”

Logan huffed, trying to focus on his coffee. But the truth Wade was poking at made his chest tighten.

“Look,” Wade continued, his tone softening again, “I’m just saying, you’ve been through a lot, man. And maybe it’s about time you let yourself be happy. You deserve that.”

Logan rolled his eyes before finally meeting his gaze, and for all of Wade’s teasing, there was genuine care in his expression. It caught Logan off guard, leaving him unsure of what to say.

“Anyway,” Wade said, breaking the moment with a grin that was back to full mischief. “Just remember—when you two eventually get married, I’m calling dibs on being the best man. Or officiant. Or both. I’m flexible.”

Logan groaned, setting his mug down with more force than necessary. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Too late,” Wade quipped, grinning like he’d just won a prize. And well, maybe he did.

Logan shook his head, muttering under his breath as he turned to leave the kitchen. Wade’s laughter followed him down the hall, a constant reminder that no matter what he said, Wade wouldn’t be letting this go anytime soon. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn’t shake the quiet thought that maybe Wade was right.

As Logan had just started rinsing out his coffee mug, his phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at it, and he frowned.

Wade, still leaning against the counter with a sly grin, raised an eyebrow. “What’s that? The love doctor calling to check up on their patient?”

Logan didn’t respond. His jaw tightened as he stared at the screen, the name flashing there like a warning. Without a word, he grabbed the phone and walked a few steps away, his back to Wade as he answered.

“Yeah,” Logan said, his tone clipped.

Wade sipped his coffee, watching with mild curiosity that quickly turned into concern. Logan’s posture stiffened, his free hand curling into a fist at his side. The voice on the other end of the call was too faint to hear, but whatever was being said had Logan’s entire demeanor shifting. His shoulders tensed, his face darkened and his frown deepened.

“Fine,” Logan said after a long pause, his voice low and guttural. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

He ended the call abruptly, the phone still clutched tightly in his hand. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at nothing, his breathing slow but heavy.

Wade set his mug down, his smirk gone. “Uh… that wasn’t Doc Love, was it?”

Logan turned, his expression unreadable but with a shadow of something darker lingering in his eyes. He slid the phone into his pocket and exhaled through his nose. “It’s Victor.”

The name hit the room like a dropped stone. Wade’s face immediately fell.

“He’s coming here. Next week.”

For once, Wade didn’t have a quip or a joke. His brow furrowed, and he let out a long, slow breath. “Shit.”

Logan didn’t respond. He just turned back to the sink, gripping the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles went white. Wade watched him carefully, the silence between them heavier than it had been in years.

And as the quiet stretched on, one thought circled Wade’s mind like a warning bell: Chaos was coming.

[blossoms-phan]

✨philm club✨ rewatch - october 19th, 2015

liveshow - notes/thought yaps under the cut!

i love how they’re explaining how they do their individual liveshows to each other like im not saying they were just sat in the other room twice a week watching the other persons liveshow but like surely you have some idea of how it usually goes lmao

“im quite mellow today we’ve been in a car for a while” phil does seem like he has more mellow/chill energy in this one i imagine they were tired but also so go go go at this point resting for a second would only slow them down more

6 year friendiversary and dinof anniversary! It's so insane to me that it was only 6 years atp like this dnp was not too long after i became obsessed with them and i blinked and now its 15 years

dan “reassess your lives” and phil “i think you should be thanking them”- i think this is fascinating and ties into how today dan still automatically goes “im so sorry” when people say i've been watching you for x years and it makes us all want to shake him by the shoulders and say don't apologize silly man!!!!!!!!! take the compliment we mean it with love!!!!!!

dan exposing his ass to audience in leeds and years later during wad great stuff 

phil smacking his head on stage wow some things really don't change 

“calm down” in a silly voice from dan always reminds me of the cLaM dOWN airplane northern voice live clip 

i haven’t rewatched a liveshow in so long so much hair adjusting 

they sound so british sometimes 

“dan do you know what yaoi is” this is so funny to me you are asking the poster boy for yaoi day in 2024

looking at pics of p!atd on tumblr COME BACK TO ME TUMBLRINAA they r right btw i love pretty odd 

“dan choke me with your legs” why r u reading that. whore. see in 2015 knowing that a literal child probably said this its kinda cringe but also me with sister daniel and like all the Thigh in general these days so who am i to speak

“i like being remembered because that doesnt happen often with the celebrity folks”  :( this is sweet i know this time was A Lot and in general the radio stuff wasn't for them in the end and they appreciate that it was cool and fun but dan also mentioned how it was annoying to just be brushed off or being in a position where you're just forced to chase after all these big named people that dgaf about you but its just nice to see they noticed when they were remembered and the 1975 mention i could write an essay about 2018 dan and the album abiior

phil stopped the bus for fish and chips hehe i literally had fish and chips today this is cray. i hope they actually had them for dinner this day i would love to have a parasocial fish and chip night with them

you are pal creators :’) 

editing tips mention they are so unserious 

i am so emotionally attached to the london apartment but referring to it as “the house” when they have an actual House now is really getting to me 

aww talking about tabinof :’( i cant remember if i've talked about this before but there was hugee “drama” back in the day when it was first announced of people accusing them of selling out or some dumb shit when this wasn't another copycat youtuber ghostwritten book they poured their hearts into it as silly and fun as it was and the way dan talks about it really shows that i hope they were proud of it and still are

dan you don't really have the same hair but ok 

talking about the australian today show and they were just on it last month!! why does that make me so emo 

bitten right on the florida

bakeee offfff mention this is why i loved liveshows like just yapping about the shows they watch and cry over together

dan self aware get over it crashing out “so what he enjoys a themed drink” he is so silly dfjfkdfksfkj i love this part

can i live in that autumn moment?

rare what phil has been listening to! movie soundtracks ok king

dan being a little pretentious talking about their differing tv show opinions and phil just mocking his hand movements and giving a 2 word review their dynamic is so dear to me

Is this an unpopular opinion idk i can’t stand 3d movies  

black and blue as always

phil’s laugh and look and dan going “you cheeky little bugger” at him putting “phil and dan” on the chair page<3

hearing them talk about tour in the tatinof days when it was their first go and things like how its amazing hearing people sing to the preshow playlist in the context of like right now is soooooo as a longtime fan who yearned to attend tatinof while it was happening but couldn’t and finally actually experienced them and the magic of a dan and phil show and things like singing hot to go with phannies just a few months ago god im going to miss this era sm

the apocalypse/ai/technology tangent is scarily relevant right now and from nearly 10 years ago wow hashtag we’re all doomed

susan boyle after the amazingdan reaction video lmaoo

they were really doing the most during this era like omg so many promises of things coming soon among the tour and spooky week and book and they were literally just home for one day after being in a car for hours earlier that day like they seem in good spirits in this one and i know its just chill chatting for an hour but boys! take a breather! 

overall i enjoyed this one! i don't rewatch old liveshows a lot but this is a fun way for us all to commit to rewatching and discussing one a week bc there's always so many fun little forgotten details and i think it would be fun to continue even post break! i was very tired while watching this and somehow still wrote out this very long yappy list of notes which are really just a stream of consciousness which no one will read probably but i humbly present them anyways <3

[booksbabybooks]

S1 rewatch thoughts:

- seriously fun start to a show, and also it's really nice to see how the team goes from slightly disparate individuals to the fire fam of later seasons and get to witness all those moments of bonding

- baby Buck!! He looks so young!! And so small!! I'm half convinced they came up with the name Buck because he looks like a gangly fawn

- the show is definitely better once we get Eddie and Maddie in the mix, but I did enjoy seeing Buck's relationship with the team, Bobby and (especially) Athena evolve - it was a lot of fun watching Athena slowly defrost

- I don't really get people who say Buck was a dick at the start: he was irresponsible and impulsive and he *definitely* deserved to get fired when he did, but he was big hearted and sweet from the go and didn't mistreat women, he was just slutty with women who were happy to be slutty back and there's nothing wrong with that (obvs not the stealing the fire truck bit!)

- Athena / Hen bestieism ! Get you a best friend who'll come uncuff you (or not!) from your hook up

- TV shows are *way* too OK with therapists banging their patients and presenting it as either OK or a mild indiscretion. That woman should be struck off!

- I am glad we got to see the pain Bobby and Athena went through to before they got together, but I missed Bathena

- I miss the themed episodes and the voiceovers

- I still can't believe we got the "hearing people's thoughts" Valentine dinner and I would pay cash money to have a Buffy style episode where that happens again

- Buck is a big ole ginge and I don't know why the fandom is in denial about this (don't @ me)

- the make up department's commitment to being haphazard about which tattoos to cover up from one scene to another was present from the off and I salute that

- what happened to Bobby's golden arm? I don't recall it ever being mentioned again?

- S1 Abby is completely inconsistent with what the show did to the character after Connie Britton left and S1 Abby deserves no hate (s2 onwards, yeah, she was terrible for ghosting Buck but that definitely felt like plot convenience rather than character based)

- love Hen's style and swagger from the start and like that she's presented as someone pretty comfortable in who she is from the off - because in Hen Begins you see how hard she worked to get there - even though she obviously makes some serious mistakes re: Eva (though she doesn't wear glasses for the first few episodes because this show is many things but consistent it is not). Her "is this who I am?" In episode 10 felt a little unconvincing though

- Father Brian is well within his rights to hate these guys, between Bobby asserting murder here and Eddie's later "I lost my son... He caught me with his dead wife" ridiculousness later

- I really love this bonkers show

[dragon-creates]

Funnybunny Week 2025

Prompt: Funny Things

AU: Spudsys au by @funnybreadd

AO3

It's finally the best time of year! Funnybunny week! For this year I decided to spice things up and do an au a day with the prompt from this year's list. Today's au is the spudsys au by my friend funnybreadd on tumblr and twitter, hope you enjoy!

The day was going by achingly slowly. It was Monday, which usually meant that not a lot of customers would be coming in due to work, but it also meant more focus on cleaning up whenever they had slow service. 

Pomni rubbed her eyes as she wiped down the counter, Gangle had placed her up there due to her excellent communication skills. She looked behind her, eyeing her boyfriend as he scrubbed each of the used kitchen utensils until they were squeaky clean. She and Jax had been dating for a while, moving in together last month. Despite their opposite personalities, they had actually formed a trusting and sweet relationship. Jax would cook for her, hold her when things felt dark, make her laugh to help her smile. And in return, she showed him kindness when he had none, she didn’t put up with his bullshit like the others, and she made him decide to become a better man for himself.

Despite the grueling job, it was what caused them to meet and fall in love. 

She sighed, throwing down the cloth and wiped the sweat off her forehead, all she wanted was to go home and cuddle up with her boyfriend while watching whatever was on the TV. 

A pair of shoulders gripped her shoulders, making her jump before relaxing that it was only Jax. She whacked him across the arm, “Did you really have to do that?”

The rabbit snickered, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on her forehead, “Yup, your angry face is adorable.”

“Ugh,” she pouted as he pressed a kiss against her hair. “Is there a reason why you’re here?”

“Well, I finished washing up and thought I’d create a bit of entertainment before going home,” he smirked.

Pomni stared at him, “What did you do?”

“Just wait,” Jax snickered, holding her tight with excitement. 

“JAX! WHY IS THERE KETCHUP IN MY SHOES?!” Ragatha screeched.

“JAX! WHY IS THERE BURGERS ALL OVER MY OFFICE FLOOR?!” Gangle screamed. 

Pomni gasped, trying to escape Jax's hold so she could whack him again, but he held her tight and firm as he laughed into her shoulder, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Come on! It’s funny!” He loosened his grip to look at her. “As if you don’t come up with funny things to do as well.”

Pomni pursed her lips, humming a little bit as though she were distracted. 

Jax raised his brow, “What did you do?”

Pomni was about to open her mouth to answer when a scream and a slam of a car door outside alerted them.

“WHO PUT SODA CUPS ON TOP OF MY CAR?!?!?!” Zooble stormed back inside, huffing with rage. “I TRIED TO DRIVE AWAY AND THEY SPILLED EVERYWHERE! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO CLEAN MY CAR?!?!”

Pomni’s body shook with suppressed laughter, Jax joining her with more noisy guffaws. “Aw, Pom-Pom,” he kissed the side of her cheek. “Are you risking a write-up to prank people with me?”

“Well it’s like you said,” she giggled. “I like participating in funny things with you.”

[driftingballoons]

thanks for the tag! :D

color: pink!

food: chocolate

beverage: iced coffee

movie: Spirited Away

tv show: I don’t knowww 😭

book: The Adoration of Jenna Fox - Mary E. Pearson

animal: snakes

singer: Birdy

song (atm): Hero - Faouzia

time of day: As the sun is setting/just after when it’s still light out and the sky’s color is changing :3

song lyrics: Break me with that truth/Take all my fractions/Shaping something new/Out of the fragments

NPT: @opalescent-apples, @fennecwitch, @gaydiation-poisoning, @lordofdragos, @graminos, and anyone else who wants to do it! :3

reblog with your favorite:

color: green

food: cacio e pepe

beverage: chai

movie: pride and prejudice (2005)

tv show: moon knight (2022)

book: the hobbit - jrr tolkein

animal: crows

singer: hozier

song (atm): lost elf theme - trevor morris

time of day: mid-morning bc it's still cool and crisp but sunny generally

song lyric: "honey, you're familiar / like my mirror years ago / idealism sits in prison / chivalry fell on his sword / innocence died screaming / honey, ask me, I should know"

emoji: 🤨

NPT: @fujii-draws, @sincerely-sofie, @mt-travaii, @angel-of-the-moons, @greensagephase, and anyone else! :)

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[heavencasteel420]

It is amazing to me that the show has a character who:

Explicitly says “my father forced me to kill and I was good at it, but I hated it”;

Makes multiple efforts to walk away from a fight where his opponent is doing the absolute most to provoke him and, upon finally snapping, handily beats him;

Stabs a dude with a pair of scissors in self-defense and immediately looks horrified at himself; and

Can stomach all kinds of gross and scary shit unless it involves harm coming to his little brother, whom he obviously has a lot of baggage about protecting.

And a not-insignificant number of people are like “his neurosis is that he feels bad about not being a fighter or a badass.”

[icewindandboringhorror]

I've referenced before how I have a big google document to keep track of every media I've ever seen in my entire life (just for reference because I like to track everything possible lol… I am the Data Collector), but recently as I was updating it, I thought of actually evaluating them to find out random percentages (like for example, out of Total Shows Watched, what percentage did I finish vs. stop watching, what percentage did I like or dislike, etc.)...

Evaluating these things is made easier by the fact that I already place everything on each subsection of the list into 6 broad ranking categories, so I don't have to go back and guess to figure out how I feel about them or anything. The categories are: Ranking 5 - overall best* (despite some criticisms of course because I'm too much of an Analyzer to ever find anything Perfect lol) Ranking 4 - more positive than neutral, but not good enough to be 5 Ranking 3 - either the good + bad negate each other, OR it's just not memorable/interesting in any way enough to be ranked higher or lower (this is the Default category ALL things are placed in if no other rank applies) Ranking 2 - maybe a few redeemable elements but largely more negatives than positives Ranking 1 - So bad that it circles around to being fascinating to observe in some way (not necessarily Funny, or Good, but just interesting somehow) Ranking 0 - Bad in a genuinely frustrating or obnoxious manner

*("best" primarily defined here as most interesting, rather than most good in a technical sense, or some other measure. I tend to value more highly whether there's something novel or thoughtful about the worldbuilding, tone, writing, base premise, etc - than about whether it's actually executed perfectly.)

And here's the amount of shows that have so far been placed into each category -

TV shows ~ Rank 5 (highest) - 20 shows ~ Rank 4 (mid-high) - 28 shows ~ Rank 3 (neutral/default/meh) - 114 shows ~ Rank 2 (mid low) -33 shows ~ Rank 1 (low low but intriguingly so) - 14 shows ~ Rank 0 (iredeemably low) - 2 shows

This would make for a total of 211 TV shows overall. However, there are 57 shows within these list marked as "didn't finish" (typically meaning I quit on the very first or second episode - but log them still to keep a record that I at least had a brief view of them).

So my total of genuinely fully watched shows would be more 154. 211 Total, but a More Accurate Total of 154.

Counting them all and using the Total Number Of The List (211) -- that means roughly 9.5% of all total shows I have ever watched (or at least attempted to watch) have been Mostly Good, 13% have been Moderately Okay, 54% have been either entirely Forgettable or some mix of good + bad that lands them right in the Neutral Middle, 15.6% have been Mostly Bad, 6.6% have been Bad (but in an interesting way), and 0.9% have been Terribly Bad.

Additionally, I didn't even get past the first two episodes of about 27% of the total.

Sooo, discounting ones I didn't finish, my total TV shows ever watched in my life would be about 154 (maybe give or take a few, assuming I might have forgotten some from very long ago).

But instead of entire life, let's just say this is the total for 'About 20 Years' (so, not counting very early childhood when I likely wouldn't remember things I saw/have no detailed recollection of them (like for example, I'm sure at some point when I was like 4yrs old I must have seen an episode of Spongebob or something, but I have zero distinct memories of it, can't quote anything of it, and barely recall the premise - so I don't count it on the list, etc.)).

In that case, 154 divided by 20 would be roughly 7.7 shows a year.

Which is actually surprisingly low considering that I often have stuff on in the background for hours whilst I make sculptures and do costumes and stuff (maybe I should have also marked some distinction between 'things I fully paid attention to' and 'things I kind of half listened to whilst sculpting', but that would further split the categories too much probably lol), but I guess a lot of that is youtube videos or random documentaries, so .. eh.. maybe I get it being lower.

Now, doing the same thing for movies-

Movies ~ Rank 5 (highest) - 4 movies (3.4% of total) ~ Rank 4 (mid-high) - 12 movies (10.3% of total) ~ Rank 3 (neutral/default/meh) - 91 movies (78.4% of total) ~ Rank 2 (mid low) - 8 movies (6.8% of total) ~ Rank 1 (low but interesting) - 1 movie (0.8% of total) ~ Rank 0 (irredeemably low) - none in this category (0%)

That makes 116 for a Total (Actually Remembered) Movies Watched In Lifetime (Or At Least In 20 Years).

116 divided by 20 is roughly 5 or 6 movies a year (I feel this has probably been skewed though by adding everything since like elementary school onwards, as I remember a lot more movies from child/teen years.. Whereas, the past 3 years I feel like I've barely seen maybe even 5 movies?? lol). I also have "Didn't Finish" marked on 18 of them. Which means I quit halfway through about 15% of the total movies.

So, a for broader summary stuff..

I seem to be less forgiving to movies than tv shows, by far. Which makes sense to me, I guess, because I love elaboration and details, so "short form" things that only last an hour or two are often lost on me a bit. My biggest complaint with movies is indeed usually walking away just wishing there had been more exposition, more scenes where characters are doing nothing, more "mindless bantering" conversations, more Quiet Downtime and Lore Elaboration and so on lol, so... of course most 1-2hr films end up feeling a bit Not Enough To Draw My Interest/Nothingy to me.

If you count 5 and 4 as "like" and rankings 2 to 0 as "dislike", then for TV shows I at least somewhat liked 48 of them, and at least somewhat disliked 47 of them.. So it's almost exactly the same lol. I'm just about equally as likely to find something bad as I am to find something redeeming about it. But overall, the largest chance is that I just won't really care much for it at all and it will be tossed into the 'neutral' pile, forgotten forever. Movies have a bit better of a balance, "liking" 16 of them, and "disliking" only 9 of them. So I'm slightly more likely to enjoy a movie than to find it annoying - though still VASTLY more likely to just not find it anything in particular, possibly not even finishing it.

ANYWAY.. this is vague and literally pointless, but like I said, I just really find information fun. Like my document where I've rated every apple flavor I've ever tried (like 40 of them now?), or reviewed every oreo flavor (32?), or ranking data from my entire 10 years of Trying To Make Friends process (out of 100 people, roughly 8% chance of a moderate compatibility, 3% chance of high), or etc. etc.. I love to have random pointless things to analyze I suppose lol.

I doubt anyone tracks things in their life in this same exact way, but I'd be interested in hearing any at least somewhat similar data !!! (like, how many TV shows you watch a year on average, and what percentage of those you like vs. dislike (if you keep track of that sort of thing), etc.)). I guess it might be easier with movies, since I think some people use those websites where you curate a list of movies you've seen and you can rate them or something, so maybe the numbers are already available on those places. :0

[cescalr]

Oooh, definitely glee for the fandom asks! <3

Always with the hornets' nests with these ones, I see! Though i don't think there's a fandom out there that isn't in some way a hornets' nest once it gets large enough... hm. Alright. I'm just gonna be as honest as i can be about this, and tag accordingly.

Glee:

my favourite female character: augh. argh. ouph. so difficult. so hard. Since I'm working off of half-remembered show and half recently-rewatched show... its a tossup. Mercedes, Santana, Quinn. Probably Mercedes. She did nothing wrong ever in her entire life <3 well okay maybe except that one time she smashed kurt's car windows (but it was a banger song, though). Can't say Santana because of the Biphobia TM and other things like excessive use of bigotry-based insults, and Quinn. Oh god girl. Cheating is not cool! Funnily enough! So I find them really interesting but 'favourite' is hard to say. Mercedes. Mercedes for sure <3

my favourite male character: Blaine sam blaine sam blaine sam yes. I am imitating ripping petals off of flowers and coming to a conclusion based on which is the last name i said. So I guess that means Sam! But really this is a tie.

my favourite book/season/etc: Mannnnn idk. I don't like shows for seasons as-a-whole. Also i could not tell you what happened in any given season if you held a gun to my head. I'm not good at that. The only shows i know 'seasons' of are Buffy and Teen Wolf because i've watched them like 100000000000 times (exaggeration) for various reasons (mostly fanfiction research).

my favourite episode (if its a tv show): I can tell you my LEAST favourite episode (blame it on the alcohol, thank you Kurt king of biphobia! this is a persona foible it's not the worst episode in the show. by far. by far. it's kind of an average one. I'm just angry at it.) BUT er. Favourite? Idk. Genuinely some of the earlier Kurt-centric stuff was really well done (his convo with Burt... <3) and the Quinn giving birth accompanied by bohemian rhapsody was obviously iconic, but if I'll be honest I couldn't name any episodes of this show (other than That One previously stated, anyway). And yeah most of the time they were named after song titles and No i don't remember those song titles either. I'm just so bad at this. My memory is that of a goldfish's being haphazardly bounced around on a sieve.

my favourite cast member: it would be really funny if I said Demi Lovato [she counts!] but the truth is N/A: i don't know these people !!! They are strangers!! (i don't. follow celebrities. at all. I couldn't even name most of them. They're just people doing a job and their lives are irrelevant to me beyond their ability to perform that job well. I do not need to know where they live and what coffee they drink. Stalker shit tbh. I'm kind of a very private person myself, so rpf-adjacent stuff just... creeps me out. I've never watched a single cast interview in my lifetime and I'm not about to start!)

my favourite ship: Difficult to say! Grave and obvious lie. Blam. It's blam. Quintana is a close runner up though Santana really needs to stop dating people who cheat on the regular (I'll accept Quinn has grown enough not to do this by the time a Quintana coupling would be viable - and satisfying in terms of character arcs - narratively speaking).

a character I’d die defending: Blaine Anderson did something wrong for sure but like Kurt did it first so shrugs. Cancels out. Bad for each other! Case closed!

a character I just can’t sympathize with: genuinely don't remember if I had one of those the first time around because I was like 10 and just didn't pay attention if I didn't care, but Terri and her racist self take that 'prize' this time, alongside the obvious predator in the room [original choir teacher. Sandy? I forget his name immediately after hearing it. He doesn't deserve to be remembered]. Also JBI is just.... a yikes character all around. I mean, he's a blatant stereotype for one, in a the people who wrote this person don't like jews kind of way. Unfortunately common stereotype too, for the era, so not only is he that, he's also lazy. Just a one-note pervert who's the butt of various antisemitic 'jokes' you've heard from era-peer shows a million times over, tired and awful and a sour reminder of bigotry that continues to this day. Really regrettable character who's lack of redeeming qualities was probably purposeful. (I know Rachel and tina are also jewish, but this comes up very rarely and mostly only when santana needs to say something kind of fucked up, as is her modus operandi, for 'comic relief'. Tina's jewish-ness wasn't even canon for several seasons, because she didn't have a surname or a family or anything resembling complex character depth for several seasons. The one time I really remember Rachel's religion being important was when she was pressuring Kurt into believing in some kind of god, which??? don't do that. Bad example. Trying to guilt trip a friend into faith sucks. I take back what i said earlier Mercedes did that too. Boo. Girls try again that was a bad showing all around. Though i have no idea why Kurt went the acupuncture route as his 'secular' option but i think that has to do a lot with the writers doing literally no research ever once in their lives (you can tell they don't by the way they write the football segments of the show, which make no sense according to football fans who watch Glee, of which there are numerous because real life isn't like fiction where you can only like music or sports. Most of the kids in my school year were doing the most of everything ever if they were the 'popular' ones - we do that differently; popularity isn't really based on who know know; for some bizzare reason literally everyone knew who I was? Even people I'd never spoken to?? - but more about like... how much you can do, I guess. Overachievers, but I'm not saying that negatively; these people were generally - generally - very nice, and surprisingly chill for people who had no spare time whatsoever. I'm not entirely sure when they slept; A* across the board, at least one sport, at least one instrument, several extracurriculars, parties every weekend, dozens of friends and an s.o. . Eh? Way too much going on. Scary lifestyle! Impressive burnout rate, probably. Er. Tangent! Back to the scheduled programming).) There's uhhhh there's a lot of bad characters on the show, but i'd say Sandy and Terri and her equally but more loudly racist sister are truly completely irredeemable ones. Like they're not interesting or anything, they're just there to be narrative annoyances (which, in the case of Sandy specifically, is insane. Arrest that man!!! He has actively sexually assaulted minors!!!).

a character I grew to love: difficult to say because I tend to just make an opinion and stick to it. Also i don't remember who i liked at first and who i didn't, this show came out when i was eight. I didn't watch it until I was a little older than that, of course, but I frankly have spotty memory until my late teens, so! I'm not sure!! Quinn, probably. Pink-hair-era Quinn helped me understand her more, and seeing the moments of kindness hidden behind practical cruelty, when you understand her family and situation, makes things make a lot more sense. It takes a lot to get me to sympathise with a cheater, but I can see where Quinn was getting all turned around in her head about life because of her upbringing and socialisation, not to mention the profoundly negative impact cheerios had on her mentally and that the school's culture in general was not exactly a breeding ground for empathy and optimism.

my anti otp: can you tell (klaine). I don't dislike Kurt!!! Please let him have a fun chillaxed boyfriend in new york with his vogue friends. But also please stop attempting to control other people's diets thank you!! Thank you!! I'm of mixed feelings. Blaine and Kurt both did at least one bad, relationship-ending thing, and proved over and over again that they just weren't on the same wavelength in regards to life goals and ways of living it. They can't even share the same living space, which is kind of required for a functional marriage. I don't know, it just seems like they settled for their first proper, serious boyfriend even if that's not really the best match, and I... wish they'd just got to see more of life first, you know? They got married at like 20! Or something! I'm 23, I cannot imagine getting married at 20. That's a baby. Let them live first!

(same for Santana and Brittney, imo. I also don't really like them together because Santana and Brittney have very different ideas regarding monogamy, which is just never going to go down well in the long run. If your girl cheats on you like twenty times and tells you to your face its not cheating in her view of things, but you think it is, break up with her because you'll just make each other miserable. Brittney sort of seems incapable of feeling guilt but if she were, this kind of moral pressure would be Not Good, and obviously Santana isn't comfortable with the idea and doesn't have to be!! Just move on!!! Find other people!!!! Don't marry your first girlfriend if you've broken up like ten times this is simple!!!! Please!!!! But Klaine wins out over Brittana because - in my opinion, glee fandom please do not persecute me, I am known for this specific thing - I see... interactions that verge on abusive between Klaine that I don't see in Brittana. So. Oof? Ex; use of public perception to disguise attack; deliberately hurting Blaine in a stage-combat fencing match (you are not meant to make actual contact in these) and thus using Blaine's own dislike of making his difficulties common knowledge against him in order to 'punish' him. This is no good! Don't do this!!.[Also just to err vaguepost about a comment.... that is. not. what i would call passive aggressive. Physically attacking someone with a sword - no matter the type of sword, fencing foils hurt just as much, they're just not stab-you sharp... er, these days - is just straight-up aggressive.]).

Note that negative things stick in the mind better than positive ones; on a rewatch I may well alter my opinion!

But also I'm really, really stubborn. So it's not likely. Klaine.

[pianapplez]

Hello there 👋👀,

So I just found your blog and had a lot of fun scrolling through all the pjo show crit😂 I couldn't help but notice that one tag you left on a post where you said you had some beef with Annabeth's portrayal in the books 👀 Would you mind elaborating on that if you're comfortable with it🙈? Because I absolutely share that sentiment, but it's sooo veeeery rare that I see other people express anything like it... I've found that trying to be a part of the fandom can be pretty alienating most of the time, if you're not exactly the biggest most devoted Percabeth shipper...😅 And often any criticism leveled at Annabeth just gets you a smack with the "internalized-misogyny" hammer... it's even worse in the tv show now due to... obvious reasons...

Again just if you're comfortable with answering of course🙈 There is a reason I stayed on anon after all...😅😂

Really glad you asked because i finally get to ramble about this heheheh (going forward, know that i skimmed over The Last Olympian to have a clearer sense of what I meant because that's the book where Rick fumbles her character more than the others)

i'm gonna try to make as much sense as possible but short answer would be, she's underdeveloped. Long answer:

She really got on my nerves in the last two books, with the whole Rachel debacle and then the Battle of New York. I can't really remember a single moment in those books where she and Percy aren't bickering or having heated discussions, which really made me question their friendship status. Of course, it's not like friends can't fight and it obviously builds up the (romantic) tension between them, but it got unbearable at one point.

I understand she's a teenager in an incredibly stressful situation that didn't even get to have a normal upbringing- she grew up way too fast (run away at 7, head counselor at 12) while also not really maturing, which is not a problem for a character, if it is handled properly. Given the fact that I am writing this, Riordan did not.

On the surface, my biggest beef is that Annabeth is not exactly held accountable for her actions (ie. treating Rachel a bit like shit and going off on Percy for a bunch of stuff.) I know Percy is to blame a bit here: as far as we know, in TLO he basically cuts the greek world out of his life as much as he can as a coping mechanism. And while yes, he never apologizes either, he doesn't give her nearly half the hard time she gives him: always either giving him the cold shoulder (there must be at least one example of this in the entire series but i cant be bothered to look it up sorry) or starting an argument only to then storm off (see the "you're a coward, Percy Jackson!" scene, which is not the fairest example since she was confronting Percy about ignoring camp but also was a bit too harsh about it) (especially after finally reading the prophecy and being under the impression that he was absolutely going to die when he turned 16 lmao) or just straight up storming off (see, Annabeth reacting when Rachel shows up for the first time during the battle of new york). While most of these feel, at least to some degree, fairly justified given how the entire situation does an absolute number on her emotions, she comes off a bit brattish and like she's trying to rile Percy up, especially when it comes to Rachel, which in the context of a battle that could mean the destruction of the world.... Well, it reads as a bit childish to me, and i wouldn't exactly have that much of a problem with it if it was dealt with in some way (a two-way apology would be nice).

After that first impression, i realized that Annabeth is barely ever anything else other than a plot device (when relating to Luke) or a love interest (when relating to Percy). This might be because the books are on Percy's POV. Hell, on the third book he's even conflicted when Annabeth is considering joining the Hunters of Artemis, aka, when making a choice for herself would mean he loses her (which is fine and dandy but it feels like Percy is more upset about her choosing her own path rather than being sad about not seeing her as often); we really only get a few glimpses of her, as in, actually her when she's on her own.

Obviously it's impossible to talk about Annabeth without touching on percabeth, which also is, in my opinion, what hinders Annabeth's character the most. On paper they sound great. The guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty falls in love with a girl whose been let down by people over and over, and she decides to never give up on the boy whose always had people give up on him (can't find one of the million posts that talks about this right now but it always goes something like that) And yeah, the bickering is really well written! But that's literally as far as it ever goes: they don't ever seem to have fun together, because 8 times out of 10 the bickering ends up being passive aggressive, and mostly done by Annabeth. My biggest gripe about percabeth is that their friendship seems to be based off... shared trauma. Literally. Other than going on quests together we are given no examples of them hanging out, nor a reason why they would want to spend time together in the first place, not even a shared hobby. Yes, in the fourth book they had a movie "date" planned but of course they didn't even get to it, and surprise surprise, they had a minor discussion, and surprise surprise, Annabeth was passive aggressive again. It's hard to picture them having fun together when even the author doesn't write in any scenes in which they get along smoothly (and before you say anything, a scene in which they get along where neither of them is about to die, and they're not talking about previous adventures. Gets a bit hard then, doesn't it?) It's even harder to picture them as a couple when the moment she gets upset about something, she starts coming off as emotionally manipulative (see, again, literally any conversation with Rachel or about Rachel)

To be fair, the books are relatively short and don't allow many "filler" chapters, if you will; there's always something happening to keep the main plot or a minor plot point moving forward, but it's not like there is no room to develop the characters' relationships, especially when we're talking about the main char and what is essentially his endgame. As an example we have Percy and Clarisse, or Percy and Beckendorf. Their interactions are brief but still hold so much weight.

Worst of all, Annabeth could be one hell of a character; what's most interesting of all is how being a daughter of Athena she is still incredibly emotionally driven, which is displayed very clearly with her fatal flaw being pride: her telling the Sphynx that her questions were too easy was not smart nor strategic: it was completely impulsive. I seriously think she wasn't far from being the best character in the series had she been given more time.

I guess i have as much beef with Annabeth as i have with Rick for doing her dirty. I really could sum this up with: while her emotions are justified, she acts upon them quite poorly. And this is what i mean when i say she's underdeveloped, because it would've been nice to see her come to her senses a bit.

Would love to read anyone's opinions on her character though, feel free to comment, even (or especially) if you don't agree with me!

[creative-hanyou-girl]

I don't know if anyone else feels this way but I think a big reason why I'm so chill about the changes made to the PJO show from the books is because I kind of look at each other as their own seperate canon.

Like, I read a lot of anime and manga, and anime adaptations have a huge habit for changing plot points for various reasons, and as a fan of said anime and manga, I've found that I can enjoy both versions of the same story even with the differences when I look at them as their own universe or canon. That's not to say I don't want them to be faithful or true to the source material, but if a scene or situation plays out differently for a logical or entertaining reason, than I can still appreciate that deviation from the manga even if I still like the other original version of that part more. And I can even like the reversal way if I feel an anime does something better than even the manga. But if I want to, I can look at certain moments as more canon than others because I got 2 different versions of that same scene or moment.

And, I don't know, I kind of apply that reasoning to the PJO series as well, mainly with the books, the show, and even the musical (not the movies put that right back where it came from). So far I'm loving the TV show, and while I miss some of the things they changed (like the pink poodle), this adaptation really is doing a great job with staying true to the heart and spirit of the original book that I personally am not even really bothered by the changes, especially when I remember that the books will always still be there with it's own version, or canon, of events.

Like, I will say 1 thing I adore in the books that isn't really in the show is the fact that a lot of Percy and Annabeth's "rivalry" during TLT has more to do with the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena. I just really like on how this adds a level of "forbidden friendship/love" to their relationship 'cause I personally eat the forbidden relationship trope up, especially when it's done well like with Percabeth.

Yet, even if this isn't really the reason percabeth have beef with each other in the show, I can still appreciate and enjoy that according to the show's canon, they have issues because they genuinely have problems with each other as actual people rather than their parents' rivalry, because at the end of the day, that's the PJO TV show canon, and I can always turn to the books for that version of Percabeth's "rivalry", as that is the PJO book canon.

Same goes for the characters too. I will always have and love my dark haired Percy and blond haired Annabeth in the books, but I can also welcome and love Walker's Percy and Leah's Annabeth from the show. And so far, they along with Aryan are KILLING IT as those characters.

I can love both versions of the characters.

I can love both versions of the same story.

I can look at both versions as they own seperate canon or mix them together if I so wish too (especially since both versions of PJO are written by the same guy)

And that's ok. The adaptation doesn't have to be a complete copy of the books. It doesn't have to have things play out eactly the same way. The characters don't have to look exactly the way they are described as in the books. And that's ok. I will still always have the books to love and appreciate, but I can also start to love and appreciate the new adaptation for it's new spin and twists to the same story that sets it apart as it's own canon while still staying true to the spirit of its predecessor.

Anyway, sorry if I'm not making a lot of sense. I just think the people complaining about the changes in the show are looking at it all the wrong way. The show has it's own canon just as the books have their own canon, or even the musical. At the end of the day, isn't that kind of cool to have different versions of the same story and characters? Doesn't it give you so many more options to look at the story in different ways that you can prefer or choose from? Doesn't it give you new versions of canon that you choose from? And really, as long as the PJO adaptation, or any adaptation for that matter, stays true to the heart and spirit of the original story and characters, do the changes made really matter?

[isolophilian]

me @ Disney: make Smelly Gabe a sculpture or Mickey fucking gets it

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

gratitude list time I'll go first