#Even with a little manipulation from Gabe

[solar-halos]

okay i give up i cant write this pjo fic percy loves sally too much

[angel-of-the-moons]

Doppelgänger

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst, self-image issues, mentions of childhood trauma, addiction, our mans has had it rough as fuck™

A/N: Brought on by this post from @tarjapearce and the comments i made (I'm sorry i am a ho for some angst sometimes) I'm merging ATSV stuff with comic stuffs because NO WAY IS HIS MOVIE DESIGN LIKE THAT ON PURPOSE WITHOUT IT POSSIBLY COMING UP IN FUTURE MOVIES ASDFGHJKL

Taglist: @tojishugetiddies

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You came home and it was quiet. Quiet and dark; and already you knew something was up. You left Miguel sleeping so you could attend to some meetings and paperwork at your office, and pick up a few groceries.

Miguel had been acting strange the past few days. You'd asked him if it had something to do with work and he simply shrugged the question aside, like it was a small chip on one of his broad shoulders.

You'd asked him what was bothering him again, and he simply stared at the carpet, muttering something you didn't quite catch, and he went straight to bed.

You were so worried you'd even texted Gabriel on your walk home:

Hey, Gabe...

Heyyyy! If it ain't my favorite brother's girlfriend!

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a soft snort. You only have one brother, Gabe.

No no, chica, I meant that you're my favorite of any girlfriends he's ever had. 😂

Gabe that sounds a little... Bad. 😬

Does it? Woops! Anyways, what's up? My big dumb, brick-house brother do something to make you mad?

No, Gabe... He's acting weird. Has been for the past few days, and he won't open up to me. I'm worried.

You could see the chat bubble pop up over and over again with '...' signifying that he was in the process of texting. With how many times it popped up and went away you were expecting a bible scripture's length of a text wall.

But what you got instead made your heart sink.

He saw our mom. She... She brought up Tyler.

Oh, god. You knew that Miguel and Conchata had a rocky relationship. Miguel had told you why. It was so bad, even just recalling everything, that you felt Miguel's pain like it was your own.

You also knew that Miguel's biological father, Tyler Stone, was the one that manipulated him, that used him, got him addicted to Rapture and almost killed him...

But it wasn't even the real dose of Rapture. It was simulated. Just another manipulation tactic. It was overhearing that conversation that Miguel found out the truth of his heritage, and you could tell that nugget of knowledge permanently chipped his sense of identity.

Even moreso when he confessed to you about Gabriela--

Your phone pinged.

They fought. It was... It was ugly. I... I didn't know about Tyler. God, chica, I didn't know. Dad was...

You felt your heart flop, knowing poor Gabriel was shielded by Miguel for so long so he didn't have to suffer like he did at the hands of their gaslighting and manipulative mother, his sadistic sperm donor... Miguel wanted nothing more than to protect Gabriel from that pain.

Your fingers flew fast on the little keyboard, a few spelling errors here and there;

God, Gabri im sory you had to fidn out that way

I know. It figures Miguel would have told you, before me, tho. He loves you.

He loves you too, Gabri. God, more than you know. He loves you.

I know. He was trying to keep me safe and out of Mom's drama.

No offense, Gabri, but if I ever see that woman I'm rearranging her face with a shovel.

OMG. I mean... After the things she said to Miggy, I... Kind of want her to at least feel consequences of her actions, y'know?

Oh, she will. Don't worry. Thanks for telling me this, Gabri.

Go cuddle my big brother and tell him I love him, k? Let me know how he's doing.

OMW home now, I'll text you when he's feeling better.

KK, see ya.

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Yeah. You knew for sure Miguel was still heartbroken when you came home after that.

You put the groceries away, a somber expression on your face as a million thoughts went through your head.

God, of course Conchata had to come see Gabriel at the same time Miguel was there. You wouldn't be surprised if either she could have tabs kept on him, just to... to try and lord her power over him somehow, like he was still that scared little boy, holding onto his baby brother, being his shield and buffer from their parents' fights.

That bitch had to have had a hand in Tyler using him the way that he did, that she had to have known about--

Your mind was knocked away from those dark thoughts when you heard glass shatter.

You dropped the bag of apples onto the ground, the fruits tumbling out and rolling across the floor as you made a mad dash to your bedroom.

Noting Miguel wasn't in there, you turned to the adjoining bathroom door, seeing faint light come down from below, small wafts of steam rolling out.

"Miguel?" You frantically called out, knocking on the door and leaning your ear against the smooth metal.

You could hear shuffling and the tinkling of glass shards, as well as the shower running; but no verbal reply.

You knocked on the door again, hurried and a little too hard, your fingers hovering over the control panel.

Before you could push a button, the door slid open.

Miguel was in nothing but a pair of boxers, leaning over your bathroom sink, his hands gripping the marble countertops, threatening to crack the material. Beads of water rolled down his muscular, tanned skin; droplets of water dripped from the ends of his thick, wavy chocolate locks, the natural curls more apparent thanks to the water.

That's when you noticed it. Your bathroom mirror, shattered into a hundred pieces, scattering the counter, floor, and in the sink.

Bright, scarlet droplets were on the floor, steadily building into small puddle from his right hand, his knuckles split, shards of the reflective material sticking out of it.

"I'll pay for it." His voice croaked out, unable to lift his eyes to meet your horrified gaze. "I just--"

"Oh, god! Miggy!" You breathed, reaching out, taking a step towards him, only to wince and hiss when the pieces of broken mirror stabbed the soft, delicate soles of your feet.

You gritted your teeth as the glass crunched, but you grabbed Miguel.

Instantly it was like a switch flipped inside of him, Miguel's head snapped up and he looked down at you, seeing the bloody footprints you now left on your tile.

He looked terrified at what he was seeing. How you just ignored the shards in your body in favor of frantically digging around one of the cabinets for your first aid kit.

"Bebita... I..." Miguel choked out.

When you found it, you killed the shower and stepped into the glass once again, pulling him into your room, and onto your bed, your feet leaving bloody prints as you walked, like macabre rose petals being left in your wake. Miguel had a large enough stride that he was careful to avoid getting any in his feet, but the smell of your blood permeated the air, it made him sick to his stomach. Not with disgust.

With guilt.

Of course, you checked him over first, plucking out the shards of glass from his knuckles and cleaning the cuts out with wound wash, ignoring the blood welling up onto the tile floor of your bedroom from.

You carefully roll his hand as you try to wrap the gauze around his knuckles. "Miggy, can you hold your--"

"I'm sorry." He interrupts.

You looked up at him, and only then do you see his face. Framed in his wet curls, his face was shadowed and haunted, his eyes dark and as tumultuous in a maelstrom of anxiety and fear.

You bring your hand to his cheek, caressing one of his sharp cheekbones with your thumb. "Baby, it's okay. It's just a mirror, I can--"

He shook his head, as if your touch to his face burned him like a hot iron.

He leaned over, grabbing your legs and pulling your feet into his lap so he can assess the damage, and return the favor of cleaning and dressing them.

"You're hurt because of me." He whispered sadly, dabbing the blood away.

"I'm hurt because of the glass, honey." You tell him gently, letting him apply the "honey" to the cuts in your feet, sealing them.

His massive hands encapsulated your ankles, his thumbs rubbing small circles as the rough pads caressed your skin. Like you were made of the delicate gossamer of a butterfly's wing.

He sits like that, not meeting your eyes. And god, did that hurt you so badly. You knew how important eye contact was with Miguel, he almost always went out of his way to keep eye contact when he was conversing with someone. Having him avoid your eyes... hurt.

Because you knew he was hurting.

"Miggy." You breathed. "Talk to me."

You move your feet from his lap and scoot closer to him, moving your face until he locked eyes with you again, and you could see the pain and the tears fill his own as he looked at you; his full, pouty lips trembling in an effort to hold his emotions at bay.

His shoulders dropped low, and Miguel leans forward until he was practically bent in half, clinging to you, burying his face in your chest as he fisted your shirt in his hands.

You rubbed his shoulder with one hand, biting your lip as he softly cried into your blouse, your other hand combing through his messy wet hair.

You stayed like that, for what felt like hours. You weren't sure how long it was exactly, with the blackout curtains drawn and the lights off. The only light that dimly illuminated the room was from your bathroom, and the open door.

He finally calmed enough to speak, to explain why he shattered the mirror.

"...I look like him." Miguel said, his heart in his voice, his soul stripped down and naked with raw pain.

"Mig--"

"God, I look like him. That... that cabrón." He hissed, tugging your shirt in his fists.

"I look like that bastard that... that made me into this." The self-contempt in his voice broke your heart.

You kiss the top of his head, murmuring against him. "No, you don't, baby."

"Yes, I do!" He snapped, pulling himself away from you and throwing himself to his feet. He paced like an angry tiger in a cage, waiting to swat at whatever keeper dared enter his enclosure. He didn't notice that he was stepping into the sticky, dried blood trails you left.

"I have his--his face. His fucking face--" He said, gripping his hair in his hands, tugging as he started to hyperventilate. "My fucking nose, my fucking cheeks, my fucking lips--they're all him! I'm not allowed to be me, every time I look in the mirror I see him! I can't ever get away from him! He's a part of me, he always will be! I fucking look like him!"

You get to your feet, ignoring the throbbing in your soles as you dared to reach out, to touch the pacing tiger.

Your hands smooth up his back, gently, softly; then back down until they wrapped around his mid-section.

You feel him, how tense he is, how his muscles flex at your touch almost like he's bracing himself for some kind of blow that simply will never come from you.

You rest your cheek against his back, feeling how hot his skin was burning.

"Baby. You don't look like him. You aren't him, and you never will be." You whisper.

You plant kisses wherever you could reach, not letting him go, feeling his body shake with each shuddering breath as your soft lips made contact.

"More importantly, Tyler will never be you."

"I--"

You cut him off. "Listen to me... Did Tyler figure out multi-dimensional travel, build a strike force of super-powered people from across the multiverse? Does Tyler, almost every day, work to keep dozens--no, hundreds--of universes safe from monsters?"

He didn't answer.

"And did Tyler Stone protect your baby brother from your mother all these years?"

No answer.

"You are Miguel-goddamn-O'Hara." You tell him. "I love you, with trauma, quirks and all. I love your little scritch-scratches you make, the way your bottom lip pokes out when you pout, your crooked teeth when you smile. I love your ridiculously large body, I love how you hug me. I love the little snores you make when you fall asleep at your desk, how you crinkle your nose when you're about to sneeze.."

You feel his hands slowly rise to touch your arms where they're almost-locked around his larger frame.

"I love how sweet and gentle you are. I love hearing you curse to yourself when you shock yourself with your soldering gun... I love listening to you bicker with Lyla, or complain about one of the other Spiders bugging you." You place more kisses after each sentence; hoping each one plants a seed of love beneath his skin, to bloom into a garden that he can admire and love, not hate for the very skin he was born with out of illegitimacy and infidelity.

"Tyler Stone is not you. He never will be. He will never be as good as you." You sigh against his skin, feeling the goosebumps form in the cold of your room, now that the adrenaline of his anxiety was beginning to fade, and his body became aware of the water that was slowly drying and cooling his skin.

"I love you, Miguel O'Hara. You and no-one else. Don't ever think for a second that you don't have your own identity because of your genes."

He slowly turns in your grasp, looking down at you with raw, unclothed emotion as his hand touches your cheek.

"You're more than that. You're you, and I wouldn't have you any other way." You say, your tone set and jaw tight; every word you spoke carrying a hefty weight of seriousness and honesty.

He smiles, almost sadly as you feel the rough pads of his thumb against your cheek, the little talon there poking you but not breaking the skin.

"...I..." He said, his voice stiff as he swallows the lump in his throat.

"I really will pay for your mirror, you know."

You grin up at him and turn your face so you can kiss the palm of his hand.

"I know you will, Miggy."

"But I am curious... I felt like you were going to keep going with the affirmations." He said, raising an eyebrow slowly.

"Well, the last one..."

"The last one?" Miguel tilted his head down at you quizzically.

You grin at him again, your teeth showing and eyes creasing as you barely manage to reach around him, swatting his ass playfully.

"I also love the fact you have the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man."

He couldn't contain the snort that came out of him, and he reached up to cover his whole face with his other hand.

"Mierda..."

You giggle as you step around him, giving a playful swat to his ass once again as you walk by.

"C'mon, Miguel O'Hara. You got a broken mirror to clean up."

His shoulders lifted as he watched you, his eyes softer than you've ever seen as he smiled.

Yeah. You were right.

He was Miguel O'Hara.

And he was certainly going to pay you back for the smacks to his ass.

[ghostofhallownest]

i have little complaint about the scene with charon and cerberus in practicality because i understand it was a detail that can be sacrificed to give scenes like Hades’ room to breathe, but

(a) did we have to lose “we all drowned in a bathtub” that’s An Incredible Line and wouldve taken the same amt of time riordan pls the replacement line was funny but not iconic :(

(b) the point of this post: i am SO sad they cut percy bribing charon, because like, percy’s a manipulative little shit when he wants to be, and it ends up scaring people! i dont have it handy but that scene in HOO where the character POV (annabeth? hazel?) is like… “did percy just manipulate that guy into this choice? on purpose? that’s…disturbingly calculating” —THIS IS A BASIS OF THAT. percy manipulates charon into letting them into the underworld not by throwing a sack of gold at him; he realizes charon wants to bitch and uses that bitching as a doorway in. “you deserve time off [clink] better pay [clink]” (i dont have my book rip the full quote is so funny tho 😭)

like, first of all, the book stresses that percy gets how adults are with alcohol, guy time™️ (derogatory), and money. gabe wastes all their money on poker. he takes any change percy has on him the moment the kid walks in the door. but also, percy mentions throughout the series that he picked up a fair few unethical skills from his boarding schools, too. and this hinted at that, imo. even annabeth was impressed. and that charon ferried them across and then immediately was like “thx for the coin good luck w the dog” —the same couldve been accomplished with charon unlocking a gate for them and then cerberus is Right There. not much would’ve changed.

idk rip “it was a big bathtub” and rip the image of percy slowly stacking drachmas in front of a dude in an italian suit while the guy bitches abt his boss you will always be famous to me

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Training Wheels

Summary: It’s all or nothing on this Sunday night…

Pairing: virgin!Gabriel x nurse!fem!Reader

Word Count: - 3.6k

Content Warnings: Psych Ward Smut 18+!, Unprotected P In V, Cock-Warming, Gabe Eventually Losing His V-Card, Hints Of Body Worship, Nipple Sucking, Reader Is Having A Lil’ Breakdown, Angsty On Reader’s Part, Crying, Hurt/Comfort But The Other Way Around This Time, So Much Unintentional Manipulation, Gabe’s Delusions Gaining A Lot Of Momentum, Oh The Co-Dependency, Awkward Idiots In Love

A/N: *inaudible screeching* The grand final 🖤

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I love everything you do

When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do

Wanna ride my bike with you

Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you

And I'll pull them off for you

- Training Wheels By Melanie Martinez

Sunday evening, the clock gradually ticked towards 10:30 P.M.

Tick tack. Tick tack. Tick tack. The clock hand moved a tiny bit further with every second that passed by with the dull, metallic sound echoing in your ears whilst your teeth nibbled around the aluminum edge of your halfway-empty Red Bull can. Everything was as usual yet nothing felt like it did before this weekend. Something had changed, shifted deep within you and it felt as if all that was oozing out onto the cold, loveless and gray linoleum floors of Ward 4 now. Borderline paranoid, you felt caught by everybody who had looked at you today. The clerk, the lovely, elderly lady in front of you in line at the supermarket and especially your colleagues from the day shift you took over from…it was in their eyes, a tell-tale flicker of judgment and disgust towards you. The only reaction you deserved for your actions and that you were well aware of. However, you couldn’t stop, couldn’t save either of you especially not sweet Gabriel from the thrashing hunger festering in your insides.

It corrupted your senses from the inside out, taking over in moments when you should’ve applied better judgment to stop this thing from getting out of control. Instead, you had watched it derailing further and further with every longingly stolen kiss, every brush over your fingers against his skin and every needy, little moan of his you had soaked up oh so willingly, allowing it to fill your very own emptiness and to patch up all the putrescent holes in your heart little by little.

The metallic clanking of your bottom teeth against the silver and blue aluminum can nearly entranced you as it mixed in with the clacking of the clock behind you. Gnawing away onto your bottom lip, the insides of your cheeks or your cuticles soon hadn’t been enough stimulation anymore, not enough dull repetition for your racing mind to zone out to it and now that little, chewed-up can was your lifeline. Maybe you should just quit your job already, hand in your two-weeks-notice and fuck right off. Gabriel would be in shambles, yes, and so would you, but you’d get over it in time…no? Wouldn’t you? Eventually, Gabe would be back on track too, maybe he’d forget you and everything that happened here over the years, maybe it all would fade into blissful oblivion in a med-induced haze that would keep him calm and sedated enough to be happy again.

No, stop, what the fuck? What were you thinking? There was no way you could just weasel your own ass out of this before it all blew up in your face. This situation here was your fuck-up and yours all alone, poor Gabe had nothing to do with you being too damn dense and full of yourself to do your job, your catastrophic shortcomings. With your back slightly swinging back and forth in your chair, you bit down harder on the can, teeth digging dents into the metal whilst a deep sight rolled over your tongue.

“Such a pretentious little fuck…�� You groaned to yourself and very much at yourself somewhere between laughing and crying out about the sheer absurdity of it all.

Right underneath the thin cotton fabric of your mint-green scrubs, you felt the material of carefully picked lingerie smooth against your skin.

Black lace sewn in between satin straps and little bows to form an intricate design, the good shit that you only dug from your closet for the worthy occasions. Thinking about it, the last time you had worn that black lace set in particular was months ago on one of the few nights you’d allowed yourself to get carried away at the bar. A few gin tonic’s down the line, a shallow conversation with the dude right there with you at the counter and the very next thing you knew was a very sloppy and below-average fuck in a creaky toilet stall.

From toilet stalls to psych ward dorms… wow, really fucking your way upwards, huh? Your bottom lip quivered against the cold metal as you noticed yourself blinking for the first time in minutes, eyes burning in dehydration as you straightened your back and kept your eyes shut for a moment, allowing a layer of moisture to soothe the burning sensation. With your senses turned inward, it seemed like glaring right at the scene of the crime. You felt the war raging inside of your chest, the need to get your shit together fighting the urge to just swipe Gabriel off his shaky feet and have him your way, professional scrubs rubbing against seductive lace at any given moment tonight.

“Fuck this shit.” Letting your shoulders slump down, you reluctantly opened your eyes back to the cold, white light of Ward 4.

It was now or never. By tomorrow you had a few days off to recover before you’d start your next cycle of night shifts next Friday and, perhaps, by then all the tension would be gone, swallowed up by the unwelcoming smell of disinfectant and bleach cleaners emitting from sterile walls. The possibility of Gabe cracking under the nosey questioning of his therapists wasn’t too far off as well and you felt your stomach coiling up at the thought of it going south like this. You had to make a decision sooner than later, that much you knew, and you tried to get yourself to move by emptying out the can of sugary-sweet energy drink. The bubbly liquid gushed down your throat leaving an aftertaste that indicated dental damage and heart failure but that didn’t faze you just in the slightest, already way too uptight with the thought of what you were about to do.

“It’ll be fine…”, You muttered to yourself, fingers rubbing over your slightly sore eyes, “He wants it…fuck, craves it and you want it, too. Consensual, right? Nobody has to know…”

Haphazardly pep-talking yourself through it was a weak attempt but better than just freezing into your chair, allowing hesitation and anxiety to gradually knock the air from your lungs with every passing minute.

“Everything will be fine…”, You breathed out aloud but continued the rest of the sentence in your thoughts, “Everything will be fine as soon as you feel his lips on yours, washing all that scum out of your brain…it’ll all just go away…Gabe will make it go away…”

Repeating that to yourself over and over again in your mind, you pulled yourself out of the bureau chair, your legs nearly faltering upon the first hasty steps down the hallway.

“Gabe?”, You softly made yourself known by a few knocks against his door, “Can I come in?”

“Sure!” Gabriel quipped right back from the other side, the jolly smile on his lips already audible to you.

“Hey…” You reciprocated his smile with a rather cranky one of yours after you stepped into his room, the light on his nightstand somberly illuminating the walls in a warm shine.

“Are you…okay?”, He asked softly, putting the book down from his hands whilst scooting closer to the edge of his mattress, “Your face, it’s a bit pale, if I may say so.”

“I’m…I-...uh..”; You desperately tried to get something coherent out of your mouth but your voice was breaking and trailing off with every shaky attempt, “I- I..fuck. My head, so full of thoughts.”

The last mumbled words trickled from your lips and with them, everything felt like falling out of control simultaneously, a sniffled sob breaking free from your lungs whilst white-hot tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Oh, no….no,no,no… what’s going on?” Gabriel stammered in an overwhelmed hectic, practically jumping from the bed and rushing towards your trembling form to cradle you in a warm and impossibly close embrace.

“It’s not your fault…none of this is, fuck…”, It just cascaded out of your mouth without any aim to your words, “I fucked up, Gabe. We shouldn’t..none of this should’ve happened…”

Your breathless cries got muffled by the soft fabric of his shirt that covered his torso, long sleeves pulled up to his knuckles for maximum comfort.

“Why would you say something like that?”, Gabe inquired, the former ease and happiness drawn from his tone, “You said…you said that you love me. W- what’s wrong about that now?”

“Nothing, Gabriel…nothing is wrong about that, I promise you, I promise. It’s just…I fucked things up for both of us, angel face, I really did.” Trying to catch your breath, you pushed your head into his embrace, helplessly nuzzling your face into the curve of his shoulder, lips brushing over his skin right atop the collar while you breathed him in.

“No…no, no, no…you didn’t mess up anything. Didn’t mess me up, only made me better…is me loving you not making anything better?” You knew that he only intended to help but right now his words cut even deeper into you.

“Gabe…Gabriel…please, it has nothing to do with that. It’s the fact that we’re trapped in here until someone finds out and then we’re fucked. Fucked, Gabe, fucked!” Your fingers clawed at his sides while you whimpered into the crook of his neck.

“Nobody will find out, I promise. I-...I’ll get better and then I’m going to get out of here and…and then we can go wherever we want, yeah?” Gabriel was fighting with his own tears at this point, his voice brittle and trembling.

Unironically and in a rather cruel way this posed very much as the only option in which things could perhaps, somehow work out…if Gabriel, in fact, got better, better in taking his meds, better in not lashing out like a little boy, and much much much better at lying to his therapists.

“You gonna get better, yeah?” Gabe nodded into the embrace, carefully guiding you away from the door behind you to gingerly sit you down on the bed next to him, the mattress still warm from his body resting there prior to all this.

“Hey, look at me.”, He requested in a soft tone and you did, eyes meeting his shyly, “I’m going to get better, pinky promise. Then, I’ll get out of here…we’ll work it out but don’t underestimate me.”

A mischievous glint flickered through his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips for them to slightly curl upwards.

“I’d never…” You sniffled, wiping the last vagrant tears from your face, breathing heavily.

“Good. Then I need you to trust me to handle some things. Do you trust me?” His gaze was soft yet stern with anticipation toward your answer.

“Yeah, I-...I trust you.” You nodded, validating your words.

“Okay, good. Then we’ll work it out somehow.” Gabe inhaled deeply before mentally washing all the anxiety out of his body by exhaling again, a learned therapy skill… and a good one at that.

Just like two nights ago, Gabriel raised his hand up to his lips, mimicking the movements of a key turning in a lock before tossing it to the side.

“Nobody will hear a single thing about this, I promise. Nobody but you.” Gabe smiled before leaning in, planting a tender kiss to your lips as his hands searched for yours.

With the welcoming feeling of his plush lips against yours, you practically melted into his caress, your fingers being guided by Gaberiel’s to the seam of his sweater, invited to slip them right underneath the cozy fabric and that you did. Your fingers searched hungrily for the warmth of his body, the sensation of his incredibly soft skin under your fingertips getting soaked up by you immediately.

“It’s going to be okay…I just know it. Come here, been waiting and thinking about you all day long.” Gabe hummed against your mouth, eliciting a soft smile to form around yours.

“It’s gotten kinda hard to think about anything else lately…” You confessed, the palms of your hands cupping his sides whilst slowly wandering upwards.

“I could say that I’m sorry about that but that would be me lying to you.”, He laughed out softly, the tip of his nose stroking upwards over the bridge of yours until his lips gingerly pressed down on your forehead, peppering a playful wash of smooches to it, “And I don’t do that, no no.”

Just the way you had told yourself, being around him, finally close to him like that again, flushed all the bad feelings and thoughts out of your system, your chest filling with a comfortable warmth instead and you took every single shred of comfort you possibly could from him.

“I missed you, Gabe. Everything out there suddenly feels weird…meaningless if I’m not in here with you, you know?” You didn’t expect him to understand and in some way, you felt sorry for him to mention the world outside the facility.

“Even in here, it’s pretty dull without you now. Don’t get me started on how boring the day shift staff is…and the food? Ugh…” His comment made the both of you chuckle for a moment.

“Maybe I can sneak in a proper chocolate milkshake for you next week, Gabe.” At that he pulled his head away from you, searching for your gaze with glacier-blue eyes sparkling in nothing but pure joy.

“You’d do that for me?” You nodded vigorously.

“Of course, I would. Can’t let you hang in here without a little treat, no?”, You smiled back, the anxiety-fueled thoughts from not so long ago rapidly crumbling into oblivion, leaving your entire body feeling elevated with a slowly forming desire for more of him, “Speaking of it, I might be bringing a little treat with me for you already…”

Gabriel's eyes grew even wider in almost boyish excitement.

“Uh, show me, pretty please?” He quipped, his smile turning into a slightly agape grin that showed off his pearly whites.

“How about you feel it first?”, You couldn’t help yourself but to bite down on your bottom lip a little, “How about you sneak that pretty hand of your right underneath my shirt and let your fingers wander up a bit, hm?”

“Oh…okay…” A tell-tale surge of red crept up into Gabe’s cheeks as he reached out to slip his hand to where you guided it, the tender tips of his fingers caressing over your stomach up to the curve of your breasts, reaching the lacey-soft fabric causing him to suck the air in harshly.

“That…uh, that feels pretty.” He stammered a little clumsily.

“It feels pretty?” You snickered, watching the color in his face change into an even deeper tint of red.

“Yeah, uhm, or not?” His fingers explored the piece of cloth further, grazing over the plenty of satin strings cupping the rounds of your cleavage and stroking over the plenty of small bowtie details.

“Well, if it already feels pretty to you, I bet it’ll look pretty as well.” You noticed it getting harder to hold yourself back from not simply jumping him, but you kept it together, drawing your hands from his back to pull the top of your scrubs off your torso.

“It sure does look pretty, too!” Gabriel stammered coyly, looking right at your breasts, mesmerized by the sight in front of him.

With a sly grin tugging at your lips, you tossed the top to the ground before leaning in and whispering: “The panties are just as nice, I can assure you!”

“You…you put all that on f-for me?” You nodded your head after the question had left his lips.

“Sure did…I- I uhm…”, You started stumbling over your own words a little as well, “I wanted to make it a little special for you, you know.”

“To make what special?” Gabriel blurted right out and with that, you felt the heat climbing into your cheeks too.

Oh, good lord, you swallowed awkwardly whilst looking at him, the words in your throat clumping into an embarrassed, dry lump.

“I…”, You haphazardly cleared your throat, “I…I’d like to be with you tonight, Gabe. I mean, i-if that’s what you want as well, of course.”

For an excruciatingly long moment, Gabriel simply stared at you rather dumbfounded, lips halfway agape and eyebrows softly knit together.

“Do you-?” You cut him off right there and then.

“Yes!” It shot out of your mouth, your free hand grabbing for the collar of his sweater to pull him towards you.

In an uncoordinated mess out of busily fumbling limbs, Gabe tilted into your front, heavy breaths filling the room whilst the two of you shimmied out of the remaining clothes until he halted, resting between your legs, his skin glowing in a warm hue with the soft light emitting from the lamp on his nightstand. You watched his former confidence crumble away, eyes trained on your lingerie and cheeks colored in a deep red as Gabriel discovered the little special that your slip held.

“Oh, that’s…inviting…” He murmured, his face leaning in to shamelessly latch right onto one of your lace-covered nipples.

Exhaling a pleasure-filled moan, you allowed your head to loll into the flat, hospital-like pillow, a warm rush washing through your entire body as you felt his mouth closing down around your perked-up nub, the warm and wet tip of his tongue lapping at it.

“Thought you might like that.” You pushed out from between slightly trembling lips, your eyes helplessly fluttering shut whilst you felt him pushing his lap closer to your exposed cunt in that slightly slutty, crotch-free string of yours.

This time, unlike last night, you endorsed the thought of wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him into you, however, before you guided Gabriel to push into you, you let your hands roam along his neck to his head, fingers grazing through glossy hazel-brown hair and carefully asking: “You okay with this?”

“Uh-huh…”, Gabe whined back, the tip of his pulsing cock prodding right between your thoroughly soaked folds and against your entrance, “Wanna feel you so bad, please!”

His pleading tone vibrated against your breast, pushing your senses right over the edge to pull him into you.

“Oh…oh, fuck, oh fuck, damn…shit…”, The words fell from lips in an aimless avalanche, “God, fuck, you’re so warm, shit…f-feels so fucking good…”

You bit down on your bottom lip feeling him thrusting into you, stretching you out just right with his hard-on, a ripple of brain-deafening bliss jolting through you.

“There, there…” Your hands shot down to his hips to hold him in place for a moment, calming him down as you felt him twitching inside you already.

“Fuck, sorry, feels so so so good…” Gabriel mewled with his temple pressed against your collarbone.

“It’s okay, angel face, don’t you worry. Feels good for me too.” You assured him, still holding him in place, cock-warming him for a little while, allowing him to get used to the feeling of being nestled into you down to his shaft.

“Hmhmm…wanna make you happy and satisfied, too.” Gabe whimpered, trying to move in your grasp but to no avail.

“Oh, don’t you worry about any of that, angel face. Just enjoy yourself, hm?” You lovingly cooed into his hairline, reluctantly loosening your grip for him to roll his hips into you at his own pace again.

“Mhmmm…. ‘m trying to, god, fuck….you feel so fucking good!” His warm breath breezed over your lace-covered tits.

“Such a good boy for me.” You huffed out, calves still tightly wrapped around his hips.

“Your good boy!” Gabriel groaned right back, thrusting into you again.

“Hmhm, you’re my good boy, Gabriel.” You encouraged him to let himself go wild with your body for his own pleasure and that he did.

“L-love you so much, shit…mmmhmmm…” You didn’t miss his cock pulsing and twitching against your walls, thick, pent-up ropes of his cum filling your insides as Gabriel’s body turned rigid above yours during one, final stroke, “Oh, fuck, so warm and tight...”

Breathing in deeply, he very much collapsed onto you, hiding his flushed face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you too, Gabe.” You planted a deep kiss on his slightly sweaty forehead, the salty taste of it slowly seeping into your mouth.

“We’re gonna get out of here somehow, no?” Gabriel murmured into your skin, nuzzling his lips right onto your pulse point.

For a moment as the painful reality of things hit you again, you swallowed hard, moving your body to cradle his.

“Yeah, we gonna make it out of here somehow…”

[redactahoe]

Tank centric shaw pack headcanons

Tw:// this is unorganized brain rot shenanigans, there will be mentions and talk of Quinn, tanks shitty parents, etc. but it will be mostly fluffy shenanigans also mention of my personal tank headcanons, this also is unedited

Tank was and still is freakishly huge (like bigger than David) in wolf form but kinda “tiny” in human form. And this caused a lot of health issues and social issues. But Mr Asher “I befriend everything that breaths” Talbots(is that his last name??) decided at the age of 14 that he was going to befriend the impossible(or that’s how he puts it)

Asher is one of the few people that could touch tank without them flinching

Tank was born half deaf(like they hear next to nothing without hearing aids) and a little blind in the left eye, so b/c of this Asher with the help of David forced ever single pack teen to learn asl(American sign language) so tank could feel included

Tank also didn’t even realize that they were deaf, they thought that everyone heard like them and struggled for the first few years of life to learn how to read lips (they got to learn sign language w/ everyone else :) )

That is until it was Milo that noticed that tank was deaf and brought it up in the next hang out the teens did(tank wasn’t there cause they were taking care of honey they’re baby sib)

Then the word was passed on to Gabe who decided to take tanker to get some hearing aids

Asher likes to greet tanker by shifting and tackling them to the floor

Asher was the one to introduce tank to music and movies and shows when tank got they’re hearing aids at 15

Asher is a very touchy person and (other than Sam) knows that tank is very touch starved and cuddly

B/c of this Asher used to scare the shit out his mom and dad by jump scaring tank

Most of the pack except for Gabe, David, Milo, Marie, Asher, and a few others are afraid of tank b/c of not only their abnormally sized wolf form but also b/c tank was and still is very instincts based person and more animalistic in nature

Despite the fact that Asher is a giant goofball he still very protective of his pack and mate

The most protective of them all goes tank, David, then Asher. Everyone else is normal

Asher had to be physically held back from running down to the d.u.m.p facility that Quinn was in so he wouldn’t tear Quinn apart

The pack didn’t know the full extent of abuse tank went through until after Quinn was arrested and it’s safe to say that a lot of the pack(including our non werewolf members) had some pretty violent thoughts they wanted to enact on Quinn

When Asher’s parents started traveling and his sister moved tank regularly checked up on him b/c they know what it’s like to feel abandoned

Soon after tanks meeting back in daliha, they had a heart to heart with David explaining that Quinn would’ve only attacked the pack if they were “in his way”. And that the only reason tanks friend was attacked was because that friend consistently called Quinn out and tried to keep tank from falling to deep into Quinn’s manipulation. The said something like “ Quinn is a coward, he would never attack Shaw pack without a sure fire way of getting away with it or if he’s was running out of ways to manipulate me and the pack had too many connections for him to do anything that wasn’t a desperate last attempt.” This is really when it clicked for David that tank really knew what they were doing when they kept everyone away. Sure it was self sacrificing at its finest but tank probably didn’t see many other options

This was even more solidified for him when tank was going on for hours trying to get a rise out of Sam and he said that if tank kept “acting”(whatever that meant) they would’ve forced him to “hurt those precious little humans the Shaw pack keeps around”

Out of spite of what Quinn said about darlin being his last sight before death, darlin, David,angel, sam, Milo, sweetheart,Asher, and babe stayed inside and had a sleepover at the pack house and actively avoid Any thing regarding the execution

Around the time tank and babe started getting close(they’re besties b/c I said so) bab started to work for a research facility they focused on bettering vampires lives and was able to get in contact with William and DUMP to start a experiment to see if they could find a way for vampires to be in the sun by using Quinn as experiment fodder

Babe went ask tank for permission and tank asked why keep him alive babe responded with “Quinn has hurt to many people to just simply die, he deserves so much worse, and hey maybe he could be useful for once in his pathetic life :).

Tank obviously agreed because there was just something so ironic about how Quinn’s want for power and eternity(he use to go on and on about how vampires are superior and how powerful and old he was) would be the cause for his suffering

On that same note babe despite being kinda small can be quite scary

I’m gonna end it hear. I’ll make a part two sometime later

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- Just a Bunch of Content

Hey, y’all! I’ve decided to make some changes to the overall backstory of MiracOlympus! And share some headcanons! Enjoy! @imsparky2002 @artzychic27

Before the current group of Gods took over, the world was ruled by their predecessors, the Titans, many of whom were their parents. The king of these gods was of course, Gabriel, alongside his wife Emilie. The elder deities would teach the young generation to take their place among the pantheon one day.

With how he treated everyone around him, ruling with a clear disdain for mortals and being a total control freak, it was only a matter of time before Gabriel’s reign would come to an end. When you ‘ground’ your sons by locking them in Tartarus for as long as a month for disobedience, that tends to happen. When Adrien, Kim and Nathaniel turned 17, they had enough and rallied all their friends to overthrow Gabriel, taking over as the new pantheon, and allowing their parents a LONG overdue and well-deserved retirement.

There are currently two gods who have been banished from Olympus. (Might be 3 soon if a certain someone doesn’t get her act together!) Let’s start with Emani, the god of manipulation. Before Marc became his partner in ruling the Underworld, Nathaniel was with Emani. And it…was not a good situation. See, gods are forbidden to use their powers to mentally influence one another, as it could hinder them from doing their jobs. Emani…didn’t adhere to that. Throughout their time in a relationship, he was basically brainwashing Nathaniel to do whatever he told him. Along with a healthy dose of gaslighting and belittling him. He was usually incredibly cautious and never let anyone see him do it. But one day…someone did. While she was bringing drinks to the main sitting room (as was her job, since even the little kids aren’t allowed to be kids under Gabe), Sasha had seen him using his powers to subdue Nathaniel, and Emani just saw her as she had dropped the tray and ran from the room. In his mind, he couldn’t let this get out and everyone knows kids can’t keep quiet so…he framed Sasha for poisoning the drinks she was serving, and since Gabriel is paranoid, she was exiled from Olympus. (Emani served as a loyal little henchman to Gabe, using his power on mortals to his advantage.) (Queen Emilie thought this was ludicrous btw! She’s literally a child!) (It says a lot that her older brother, known to be one of the most pacifistic of the young gods, was so enraged that he physically attacked Emani until Denise and Spinelli managed to separate them, though neither seemed like they really wanted to.) Ultimately, this was the last straw for Nathaniel, who refused to let him get away with targeting an innocent child. He broke up with Emani and Eri was able to prove that Emani had been using his power on him, and expose the frame job. Having broken the laws, the young god was banished.

The other god who was banished from the peaks was Lucien, god of jealousy. He had a crush on…no, he was obsessed with Marc. He would stop at nothing to be near him and make the flower god his, despite Marc’s obvious discomfort. He truly believed he was entitled to Marc’s affections and wouldn’t hear any different. And when Marc started seeing Nathaniel…he kind of snapped. His harassment kept escalating to the point that he eventually took it too far, and assaulted Marc. When Marc told the others, they were ready to lynch Lucien. They went to the elder gods, but without “proof”, Gabriel refused to banish Lucien, hemming and hawing and not willing to lose such a useful asset. Eventually, Mylene got sick of him pussyfooting, and employed her role as goddess of the harvest, threatening that she would prevent anything from growing in the divine fields and orchards unless Lucien was banished from Olympus. With his hand forced, Gabriel conceded.

Ah, the Trojan War. It went a little differently here. You see, Princess Aeon of Sparta was said to be the most beautiful mortal woman in the world. Beloved by all her people and especially her mother, Queen Olympia. But one fateful day, when she was fourteen, she was kidnapped in the night by a raiding party of Trojan soldiers. Apparently, the youngest prince had decided to go the child bride route. So Aeon was spirited off to Troy. Of course, Queen Olympia was furious and mobilized her entire army to get her daughter back. Now, the gods are NOT cool with kidnapping, especially of a minor for an arranged marriage and they BATTERED Troy. Juleka sent all their game out of range, Mylene cursed them with a bad harvest, Kim decimated any Trojan ships that dared to leave the harbor with storms, etc. The prince’s older brother, apparently the only member of the family with a brain, figured the gods were mad they took the princess and they should take her home. But Prince Dumbass refused. All while Aeon was just sobbing that she wanted to go back to her mother. Eventually, Max has the Trojan horse idea and passes it to his boi Odysseus, and they were able to rescue Aeon!

RANDOM FUN STUFF!!!

Adrien was a nervous wreck when he went to ask Marinette to be the new Queen of Olympus. So nervous in fact that his brothers were hiding in the bushes for moral support.

The gods have a weekly game night on Olympus and things get…wild.

When Kiran got a cold, he basically had to take care of himself because his sneezes released so much of his power that it put everyone in a mile radius to sleep.

Lotta loves spending time with kids! They’re just so cute! So sometimes she’ll disguise herself as a human and babysit for families.

Cosette loves to bend their rainbows into a variety of shapes and designs. Everyone loves to see what she can come up with.

Reshma talks in a very archaic fashion and her manners are impeccable. Her voice also echoes. (Think Zestial from Hazbin.)

Just had some ideas I needed to get out! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! (The Emani scheme comes from Lore Olympus. I’m generally not much of a fan, but the sibling relationship between Ares and Hebe is cute.)

[sweetcloverheart]

Clover Rants Miraculously: No Victory For The Simple Soul

(Full disclosure - this is a vent post more than analysis so don’t expect anything deep)

I feel the S5 finale highlights the biggest and most glaring issue that this and the last three seasons have had - Marinette (and by extension Adrien and the rest) not being allowed meaningful victories.

The entire point of a finale battle (specifically one that has your main villain giving his Swan Song) is that the character gains something at the end of it. Even if the battle ends with the loss of a friend or the MC no longer having access to their extra helpful powerup/superform, it’s not supposed to be a complete defeat - they’re supposed to learn something and resolve themselves to do better, or gain a new insight into the villain and go investigate their new lead, or promise to never allow another loss like what they faced again.

Miraculous doesn’t have that in their finale battles. All of them always end with Mari and co taking the bigger loss compared to Gabemoth, and it’s never in a way that’s used to either foster character growth or drive towards a meaningful story development. In fact, the loss only seems to happen because the writers need them to lose so Gabe looks like a bigger threat than he is, and then do nothing with it. They do it all the time -

Miracle Queen - Fu’s removal causes Mari considerable stress over having to do Guardian work solo now and needed to reach out to the temps more often as she unconsciously pushes Chat away. Aside from Alya and the Anti-Akuma charms (which are then rendered worthless by the introduction of Mega-Akuma), Mari gets nothing out of his departure except having to accept she can’t date while being a superhero (unless it’s Adrien, and even that still has issues the show won’t address) and constantly having to babysit the Kwami. She doesn’t even get help in the form of backup mentor!Su Han.There’s nothing positive gained out of having to deal with no longer having a mentor to guide her, and eventually, the loss of him is forgotten all together.

Risk/Strikeback - Marinette losing all the Kwami after getting tricked by Felix gets her a mental breakdown, a broken heart after trying to pursue Chat, and even more stress as she basically has the lives and freedom of three characters shoved into her hands with no one able to help her. She doesn’t gain a new power or new ally like last time either, which just serves to further put her against the wall. Hell, her eventual “life saving powerup” doesn’t even come from being directly cornered by the main villain, but from being faced by the spoiled brat bully he’s manipulating and deciding “Actually we aren’t detransforming anymore”. Meanwhile, the peak of her “character arc” for her civilian life is highly reliant on a newly introduced character that wasn’t even built up to and a recton episode that just serves to put every questionable act the writers had her engage in in a bad light just so they can foist responsibility of whatever flaws the fans complained about onto another character (as opposed to just going “yeah, but I got better” and moving on). She lost so much, but got very little out of it in the end.

Even when taking down her minor antags, Marinette gets nothing out of the deal - “Revolution” had her finally get the chance shut down Chloe for good and show she had no power over her, but by that point Chloe had become kind of pathetic in terms of villainy (not to mention her being the pawn of a bigger scheme that allowed the real masterminds to flee judgement) and Mari’s been dunking on her since episode 1 anyways, so it really wasn’t all that satisfying from a cathartic standpoint, nor does she gain anything character wise. Meanwhile, Lila getting exposed did nothing to really impede or harm her, and now she’s out in the wild with her 800+ fake families and the Butterfly miraculous, so what was really even the point of Marinette’s bathroom plan?

And then there’s “Recreation” and Gabriel - who gets to have his wish, his comatose wife alive, his son no longer (rightfully) hating his guts, the city adoring him, a goddamn statue, being credited for the city turning into a “utopia”, and all sorts of praises and perks he didn’t even earn/deserve, all at the small cost of his death and the plot forcing Marinette to keep her mouth shut for him. Gabriel gets to have everything he’s been throwing a tantrum over for 5 full seasons, while Marinette once again gets nothing (actually no, she did gain something - tons and tons of fandom salt aimed at her for the writers choices) as she’s forced to take on the burden of hiding his crimes.

and it just makes me feel we wasted our time with the story because seriously, what was the point? Why have Marinette lose when this should have been the point where all her losses so far helped her achieve victory when it matters most? Why let Gabriel win and reward him for all his abuses and crimes when the entire story seemed to be building up to getting him to either accept Emilie’s death or be forced to face the consequences of his choices? Why be building up that conflict between Adrien and his father about his wants and needs vs Gabriel’s constantly escalating expectations and not have them confront eachother in the end? Why focus so much on the idea of Mari finally getting the butterfly away from Gabriel if you’re just going to just give it to a new (old) villain and render the entire 5 season long battle for it pointless?

What was even the point in Marinette suffering all those defeats if you weren’t even going to let her win at the end, or at least stop Gabriel from getting what he wanted?

I’ll admit the leaks didn’t raise my expectations for this season but DAMNIT, after seeing them actually change stuff like Andre terrible dialogue in “Collusion” (though what he ends up saying is worse somehow), I expected something to prove it was going to be worth it in the end - and yet just like Mari, I’m venomed in the back by the show for daring having some expectation for them to actually care about making their Heroine’s suffering actually matter!

[princess-of-the-corner]

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A little confused, wasn't it Gabriel who disliked Marinette getting close to Adrien first? He was sabotaging his sons relationship with Chloe at the time too after all. Plus I can't really envision him spending all that much time listening to Lila talk, or caring about her opinion given she's just another disposable pawn to him.

Gabriel only disliked Marinette in Season 5. He was kinda cool with her before that? She won his hat contest, was allowed to have Adrien wear said hat on stage at a show, praised her for getting Audrey's attention, let her convince him to let Adrien go to New York, etc.

He only starts having beef with her when she becomes Adrien's love interest and the retcons kick in to him having arranged Adrien's relationship to Kagami and she's ruining that plan.

While Gabriel wouldn't exactly be talking with Lila often, they did make some deal at the end of Oni-Chan and you can infer that they talked between that episode and 'Ladybug' due to both Lila being in on the Scarlet Moth plan and Lila immediately having her job modeling with Adrien.

Gabe wouldn't really care about what Lila says outside of using it for his own purposes. Which involves playing along when she tries to manipulate him by going on of 'I'm just worried about Adrien because there's this girl in our class who seems oh so nice but-"

Even if he did like Marinette, she's just some kid that has talent. She isn't worth sparing from this hot mess, so if she gets her life ruined in pursuit of his goal, what does he really care?

[wazzappp]

Alright I figure since Lisa gets her little redux / refresher so does Gabe!

Just a quick refresher so you don't have to scroll all the way back down that tag: Gabe was really REALLY sick and Robbie was getting desperate. The Connections (bioweapon company. A rival to Umbrella Corporation) reached out under the guise of a group wanting to test a new experimental medical treatment. Robbie hates the idea of being away from his brother but Gabe is DYING and they aren't even asking him to pay anything. So they ship Gabe out, do their testing with exposing him to the E series mold (they want to see if Eveline can manipulate the biologies of other people so they introduce him as a friend who needs help. Eveline is so excited to have a real friend to run around with, so she makes him able to run around. His mental disabilities remain but his physical disabilities are basically gone.) and he's better than ever! They get him back on the ship (new facility for more testing. They aren't really planning on returning him to Robbie i mean Robbies just some kid what the hell is he gonna do [<- lol. lmao]). When Eveline throws her tantrum and crashes the ship. Theres about a three month period (instead of three years. i really don't know what would happen to Robbie if he went that long without Gabe) until Robbie pieces together stuff from their video calls and news of a crashed liner in Louisiana and GOES. Thats where the games plot starts.

In the actual RE7 part of this AU Gabe is having. A BAD fucking time. Essentially being Mia's replacement he gets the great privilege of being forced to slam his brother into walls, stab him and cut his arm off (for the small small price of an axe to the neck some shots to the chest and a lifetime of trauma).

(That blood loss is hitting hard buddy you don't look so good)

During the opening I think Robbie is just thinking that if he can get them out of there then things will be ok and thats what keeps him going instead of just breaking completely.

Gabe is having a much better time in RE8. He's a bit wary of his abilities (basically Rose's in reverse. He creates little bulbs and if they have enough time to grow he uses them as an anchor to develop independent mold colonies that he can manipulate). Eventually (after just. a LITTLE freakout [which I kind of want to draw]). He eventually reasons out that this isn't so bad because 1. he is very much in control of this rather than being controlled and 2. It allows him to protect his brother. You cant tell me Gabe wouldn't feel SO BAD about what happened while he was being controlled. Every time he looks at the scars from Robbies spontaneous amputation via chainsaw he feels so absolutely terrible about it.

In RE8 Gabe's big thing is that he wants to KEEP ROBBIE SAFE and BE USEFUL. He absolutely hates seeing him get hurt, inevitable as it is. He doesen't trust Lisa until he sees Lady D go down (she was telling the truth about how to kill her own MOTHER that must mean something). But he doesen't really end up liking her until he sees how well she covers Robbies back. The verdict for future judgement is still out but for now the best path is to trust her.

[sayv3vs]

Pjo Headcanons

-Nico and Jason are especially cringe. They are the typical kids who remember the lyrics of a song by a single word and will start singing it together with everyone watching.Nico is saved because he sings a little well but Jason is very out of tune (and Percy, when he joins them, also shows that he doesn't know how to sing).

-Percy sings Disney songs, even Hercules songs, although this is already known.

-Reyna is a trans girl without dysphoria.

-Thalía is a demigirl.

-Jason is very tanned from training.

-(Semiheadcanon) Percy is very violent and repeats Gabe's behaviors. He tries to change it in therapy but he is still a bit of a bully.

-Piper manages to heal in her new relationship with a girl and realizes the toxic and manipulative behaviors she previously exercised against others.

- Leo is missing a leg due to an accident with one of the machines he made.

-TSATS isn't canon to me.

-Will is a grumpy pacifist who cares about his patients. (You know, he chases them and ties them to the infirmary beds.)

[richincolor]

9 QTPoC books for your 2023 Pride Month TBR

Happy Pride Month! Every year, I do a little round-up of YA books starring LGBTQ and BIPOC characters that have come out so far this year. This year was particularly exciting -- there were so many books that I loved or have at the very top of my TBR! So, without further ado, here's 9 of them for your TBR!

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa El Diablo is in the details in this Latinx pirate fantasy starring a transmasculine nonbinary teen with a mission of revenge, redemption, and revolution.

On Mar León-de la Rosa's 16th birthday, el Diablo comes calling. Mar is a transmasculine nonbinary teen pirate hiding a magical ability to manipulate fire and ice. But their magic isn't enough to reverse a wicked bargain made by their father and now el Diablo has come to collect his payment: the soul of Mar's father and the entire crew of their ship. When Mar is miraculously rescued by the sole remaining pirate crew in the Caribbean, el Diablo returns to give them a choice: give up your soul to save your father by the Harvest Moon or never see him again. The task is impossible--Mar refuses to make a bargain and there's no way their magic is any match for el Diablo. Then, Mar finds the most unlikely allies: Bas, an infuriatingly arrogant and handsome pirate -- and the captain's son; and Dami, a genderfluid demonio whose motives are never quite clear. For the first time in their life, Mar may have the courage to use their magic. It could be their only redemption -- or it could mean certain death.

Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee Heartstopper meets Crazy Rich Asians in this heartfelt, joyful paperback original rom-com that follows an aspiring chef who discovers the recipe for love is more complicated than it seems when he starts fake-dating a handsome new customer.

Dylan Tang wants to win a Mid-Autumn Festival mooncake-making competition for teen chefs—in memory of his mom, and to bring much-needed publicity to his aunt’s struggling Chinese takeout in Brooklyn.

Enter Theo Somers: charming, wealthy, with a smile that makes Dylan’s stomach do backflips. AKA a distraction. Their worlds are sun-and-moon apart, but Theo keeps showing up. He even convinces Dylan to be his fake date at a family wedding in the Hamptons. In Theo’s glittering world of pomp, privilege, and crazy rich drama, their romance is supposed to be just pretend... but Dylan finds himself falling for Theo. For real. Then Theo’s relatives reveal their true colors—but with the mooncake contest looming, Dylan can’t risk being sidetracked by rich-people problems.Can Dylan save his family’s business and follow his heart—or will he fail to do both?

Ander & Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa Aristotle and Dante meets The Hate U Give meets The Sun Is Also A Star: A stunning YA contemporary love story about a Mexican-American teen who falls in love with an undocumented Mexican boy.

Finding home. Falling in love. Fighting to belong. The Santos Vista neighborhood of San Antonio, Texas, is all Ander Martínez has ever known. The smell of pan dulce. The mixture of Spanish and English filling the streets. And, especially their job at their family's taquería. It's the place that has inspired Ander as a muralist, and, as they get ready to leave for art school, it's all of these things that give them hesitancy. That give them the thought, are they ready to leave it all behind?

To keep Ander from becoming complacent during their gap year, their family "fires" them so they can transition from restaurant life to focusing on their murals and prepare for college. That is, until they meet Santiago López Alvarado, the hot new waiter. Falling for each other becomes as natural as breathing. Through Santi's eyes, Ander starts to understand who they are and want to be as an artist, and Ander becomes Santi's first steps toward making Santos Vista and the United States feel like home. Until ICE agents come for Santi, and Ander realizes how fragile that sense of home is. How love can only hold on so long when the whole world is against them. And when, eventually, the world starts to win.

She Is a Haunting by Trang Thanh Tran A house with a terrifying appetite haunts a broken family in this atmospheric horror, perfect for fans of Mexican Gothic.

When Jade Nguyen arrives in Vietnam for a visit with her estranged father, she has one goal: survive five weeks pretending to be a happy family in the French colonial house Ba is restoring. She’s always lied to fit in, so if she’s straight enough, Vietnamese enough, American enough, she can get out with the college money he promised. But the house has other plans. Night after night, Jade wakes up paralyzed. The walls exude a thrumming sound, while bugs leave their legs and feelers in places they don’t belong. She finds curious traces of her ancestors in the gardens they once tended. And at night Jade can’t ignore the ghost of the beautiful bride who leaves her cryptic warnings: Don’t eat.

Neither Ba nor her sweet sister Lily believe that there is anything strange happening. With help from a delinquent girl, Jade will prove this house—the home her family has always wanted—will not rest until it destroys them. Maybe, this time, she can keep her family together. As she roots out the house’s rot, she must also face the truth of who she is and who she must become to save them all.

Venom & Vow by Anna-Marie McLemore, Elliott McLemore Keep your enemy closer.

Cade McKenna is a transgender prince who’s doubling for his brother. Valencia Palafox is a young dama attending the future queen of Eliana. Gael Palma is the infamous boy assassin Cade has vowed to protect. Patrick McKenna is the reluctant heir to a kingdom, and the prince Gael has vowed to destroy. Cade doesn’t know that Gael and Valencia are the same person. Valencia doesn’t know that every time she thinks she’s fighting Patrick, she’s fighting Cade. And when Cade and Valencia blame each other for a devastating enchantment that takes both their families, neither of them realizes that they have far more dangerous enemies.

Cowritten by married writing team Anna-Marie and Elliott McLemore, this is a lush and powerful YA novel about owning your power and becoming who you really are - no matter the cost.

You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie A queer YA romance about rival soccer players from author Racquel Marie, perfect for fans of She Drives Me Crazy .

Valentina “Vale” Castillo-Green’s life revolves around soccer. Her friends, her future, and her father’s intense expectations are all wrapped up in the beautiful game. But after she incites a fight during playoffs with her long-time rival, Leticia Ortiz, everything she’s been working toward seems to disappear.

Embarrassed and desperate to be anywhere but home, Vale escapes to her beloved childhood soccer camp for a summer of relaxation and redemption…only to find out that she and the endlessly aggravating Leticia will be co-captaining a team that could play in front of college scouts. But the competition might be stiffer than expected, so unless they can get their rookie team’s act together, this second chance―and any hope of playing college soccer―will slip through Vale’s fingers. When the growing pressure, friendship friction, and her overbearing father push Vale to turn to Leticia for help, what starts off as a shaky alliance of necessity begins to blossom into something more through a shared love of soccer. . . and maybe each other.

The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar A pun-filled YA contemporary romance, The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar finds a teenage girl competing in a televised baking competition, with contestants including her ex-girlfriend and a potential new crush - perfect for fans of The Great British Bake Off and She Drives Me Crazy!

“Welcome to the first ever Junior Irish Baking Show!”

Shireen Malik is still reeling from the breakup with her ex-girlfriend, Chris, when she receives news that she’s been accepted as a contestant on a new televised baking competition show. This is Shireen’s dream come true! Because winning will not only mean prize money, but it will also bring some much-needed attention to You Drive Me Glazy, her parents’ beloved donut shop.

Things get complicated, though, because Chris is also a contestant on the show. Then there’s the very outgoing Niamh, a fellow contestant who is becoming fast friends with Shireen. Things are heating up between them, and not just in the kitchen. As the competition intensifies, Shireen will have to ignore all these factors and more― including potential sabotage―if she wants a sweet victory!

My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron In this gothic YA remix of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, a teen boy tries to discover the reason behind his best friend's disappearance—and the arrival of a mysterious and magnetic stranger—in misty Victorian London.

London, 1885. Gabriel Utterson, a 17-year-old law clerk, has returned to London for the first time since his life— and that of his dearest friend, Henry Jekyll—was derailed by a scandal that led to his and Henry's expuslion from the London Medical School. Whispers about the true nature of Gabriel and Henry's relationship have followed the boys for two years, and now Gabriel has a chance to start again. But Gabriel doesn't want to move on, not without Henry. His friend has become distant and cold since the disastrous events of the prior spring, and now his letters have stopped altogether. Desperate to discover what's become of him, Gabriel takes to watching the Jekyll house.

In doing so, Gabriel meets Hyde, a a strangely familiar young man with white hair and a magnetic charisma. He claims to be friends with Henry, and Gabriel can't help but begin to grow jealous at their apparent closeness, especially as Henry continues to act like Gabriel means nothing to him. But the secret behind Henry's apathy is only the first part of a deeper mystery that has begun to coalesce. Monsters of all kinds prowl within the London fog—and not all of them are out for blood...

As You Walk On By by Julian Winters The Breakfast Club meets Can't Hardly Wait with an unforgettable ensemble cast in another swoony YA contemporary from award-winning author Julian Winters!

Seventeen-year-old Theo Wright has it all figured out. His plan (well, more like his dad's plan) is a foolproof strategy that involves exceling at his magnet school, getting scouted by college recruiters, and going to Duke on athletic scholarship. But for now, all Theo wants is a perfect prom night. After his best friend Jay dares Theo to prompose to his crush at Chloe Campbell's party, Theo's ready to throw caution to the wind and take his chances.

But when the promposal goes epically wrong, Theo seeks refuge in an empty bedroom while the party rages on downstairs. Having an existential crisis about who he really is with and without his so-called best friend wasn't on tonight's agenda. Though, as the night goes on, Theo finds he's not as alone as he thinks when, one by one, new classmates join him to avoid who they're supposed be outside the bedroom door. Among them, a familiar acquaintance, a quiet outsider, an old friend, and a new flame . . .

[thebadboysuprememcshizzle]

Not that anybody really cares, but these are my personal takes on the first 2 PJOTV episodes.

1. Grovers character so far is getting too much hate! I, personally, think that the additions of Grover aren't that bad of a change for him. The scene in the office genuinely show how he is willing to risk his friendship just to save Percy. Also, be mad at Chiron for that, not Grover. Chiron made him do it.

2. Mr. D is adapted so well in this, and you cannot convince me otherwise.

3. Gabe is actually NOT written too nice. As someone who has dealt with manipulation/emotional abuse he is almost exact to the people who are like this (atleast in my personal experience.) Like, I'm no pro, but it's pretty spot on.

4. I don't really like Lukes character development... you're supposed to like him before the big betrayal and his character just feels super stiff.

5. THE BLACK SCREENS FOR TRANSITIONS ARE SO ANNOYING AND A TERRIBLE CHOICE. It doesn't really take away from the episodes, and I still enjoyed them either way, but it was still a really lazy and weird way to show a time skip.

6. Episode 1 had really weird pacing and went super fast. I can't really explain it, but it just felt rushed.

7. The fight with Ms. Dodds was super disappointing :( although Percy being unconscious on the floor while everybody is standing there was really funny.

8. The mythomagic for training is actually a really cool detail and I'm super excited to see how that helps him and Nico bond in the future! However, it's gonna make Nico running away hurt even more😭

9. Clarisse is amazing. The restroom scene felt a little disney channel, but she is so cool and well executed I love her anyway. Also, THE CAMO PANTS!! I am so happy that made an appearance.

10. Walkers sass for Percy is literally the best, he is literally him. Same thing for Leah for Annabeth. The small detail with her fixing Percy's strap was hilarious. Her blunt "tell it how it is" attitude is honestly such a good personality trait for her, and I think will mean a lot in the further episodes.

Overall rating?

Episode 1: 7/10

It was a great start to the series! The editing is certainly... a choice. Felt kinda rushed, but I really loved some of the changed made. Kind of mad that the outro song isn't Riptide (PJO version.) Still got me hooked!!

Episode 2: 8.5/10

They shouldve knelt when he was claimed. Pacing was better, but the weird transition point was still there. Lukes development is super boring, and I genuinely considered skipping his scenes. They should've shown the Council of the Cloven more, but I don't really care about that, it was just a missed opportunity. Loving Annabeths character, even if she wasn't there a whole lot! Chiron is making me mad, though. I LOVE DIONYSUS.

I'm super excited to see what they do with the characters. I'm trying to be super patient with the characters development, since its only the first 2 episodes, but I'm super worried that 6 more episodes won't be enough to properly execute everything necessary for the book. This is especially because most of the book is spent explaining things and is mainly world building. Everybody is almost exactly how I imagined, with maybe a few minor details, but nothing I even mind.

[glitchyk]

Danny phantom incorrect quotes + sona/ocs

(My Sona and characters added)

Characters present:

Wes Weston (community character)

Calem Gabes (oc)

Kay (My sona)

Danny Fenton

Tucker Foley

Sam Manson

Jazz Fenton

Kyle Weston (community character)

Dash Baxter

Valerie Gray

Paulina

Jesse Collins (oc)

Hope Pierce (oc)

Asher Wilks (oc)

Camila Andres (oc)

Garret Steinfield (oc)

Terrence McKeen (oc)

Jacob Doe (oc)

Heather Thatchley (community character) (last name yoinked from @schnee-gheist)

Lilith (@lilithloves-you)

Wanna see more on my characters? Check here!

There’s not a lot, but, I had some for fun :p

The shenanigans ensue under the cut!

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Asher Wilks: I'm never having a debate with Wes Weston again, they literally started their argument with "Riddle me this."

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Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Danny Fenton: No.

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Jesse Collins: Are you free tomorrow?

Wes Weston: No, I’m fucking expensive every day.

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Jazz Fenton: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.

*5 minutes later*

Lilith: Jazz Fenton it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.

Jazz Fenton: snnnzzzz...

Lilith: JAZZ FENTON YOUR STICKS!

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Valerie Gray: You have to apologize to Paulina!

Kay: Fine!

Kay: Unfuck you, or whatever!

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Hope Pierce: Dash Baxter, I have a question.

Dash Baxter: What is it, Hope Pierce?

Hope Pierce: What color is an orange?

Dash Baxter: Hope Pierce, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon.

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Terrence McKeen: Are you an ‘arr’ pirate or a ‘yo ho ho’ pirate?

Paulina: I’m a ‘I’m not paying $600 for photoshop’ pirate.

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Jesse Collins: Where's Calem Gabes?

Kyle Weston: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Kyle Weston, shouting: Asher Wilks sucks!

Calem Gabes, distantly: Asher Wilks is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Kyle Weston: Found them.

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Asher Wilks: Hey Jesse Collins, listen, corporate makes us do this every year, but this is just a little manager evaluation form. You just fill it out, let them know how I'm doing, you know?

Jesse Collins: Alright! Uh, "Is your manager manipulative?"

Asher Wilks: I'd say "No" to that if I were you.

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Dash Baxter: Where are you going?

Valerie Gray: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Dash Baxter: I told you I did! It’s coming here on Friday!

Asher Wilks, knowing full well that Dash Baxter got Valerie Gray an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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Jesse Collins: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads.

Dash Baxter: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off.

Valerie Gray: Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now.

Asher Wilks: You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

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Jacob Doe: I love you.

Tucker Foley: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Jacob Doe and Tucker Foley kiss passionately*

Terrence McKeen, to Jesse Collins: You owe me 20 dollars.

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*Valerie Gray, Hope Pierce, and Danny Fenton are playing poker. Danny Fenton is winning by a long shot.*

Valerie Gray: Aw, come on.

Hope Pierce: It’s not fair! They don’t even know what we’re playing!

Danny Fenton: Go Fish?

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Tucker Foley: How many children do you have?

Paulina: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

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*Asher Wilks is ordering a cake over the phone*

Shop Employee: …and what would you like your cake to say?

Asher Wilks, covering the phone to look at The Squad: Do we want a talking cake?

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Asher Wilks: I love you.

Jesse Collins, not paying attention: What was that?

Asher Wilks: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Lilith: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Dash Baxter.

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Tucker Foley: How high are you?

Calem Gabes: Mm, I don’t know how to say it in feet.

Paulina: No, they’re asking what drugs are you on.

Calem Gabes: Oh, antidepressants, why?

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Paulina: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Asher Wilks: But are you shuffling?

Paulina: Everyday.

Camila Andres: What language are you two speaking??

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Terrence McKeen: I'm yet to properly begin my history notes BUT!!!! I got 100% on a quiz about european countries so who's the REAL winner here.

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Kay: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Asher Wilks is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

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Jesse Collins: If Terrence McKeen and I were drowning, who would you save?

Tucker Foley: You two can’t swim?

Jesse Collins: It’s a hypothetical question, Tucker Foley! Who would you save?

Tucker Foley: My time and effort.

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Danny Fenton: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Kyle Weston: Throw rocks at he.

Lilith: Hot Dogs.

Hope Pierce: Kill him.

Danny Fenton: Thanks guys.

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Tucker Foley: Yeah, I'll smoke a joint tonight, but let's not get too crazy.

*The gang proceeds to get arrested for blocking the road in large traffic cone costumes*

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Jazz Fenton: I am the most responsible person in the group.

Danny Fenton: …You just set the kitchen on fire.

Jazz Fenton: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

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Garret Steinfield: Hey, Jesse Collins! Do you wanna go celebrate with me?

Jesse Collins: Garret Steinfield, you know I can't be seen in public with you.

Garret Steinfield: Okay, a simple "no" would be fine.

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Valerie Gray: Play to your strengths.

Tucker Foley: I haven’t got any!

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Hope Pierce: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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Asher Wilks: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Garret Steinfield?

Garret Steinfield: …Not really.

Asher Wilks: Nothing?

Garret Steinfield: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.

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Terrence McKeen: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza.

Hope Pierce: So, you’re not going to share?

Terrence McKeen: I’m not going to share.

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Kay: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

Wes Weston: NBA.

Kay: …?

Wes Weston: Snuck into a Cliffords game.

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Wes Weston: Kyle Weston, can I ask you a question?

Kyle Weston: Sure, anything.

Wes Weston: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

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Hope Pierce: What are you planning to do?

Terrence McKeen: Hey, now. "Planning"?! Do you KNOW who you're talking to?!

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Heather Thatchley: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Terrence McKeen: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Heather Thatchley: I said within reason, Terrence McKeen. How about I murder that guy?

Terrence McKeen: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Heather Thatchley: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

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Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Heather Thatchley: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Heather Thatchley: Oh my god, you have Calem Gabes.

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Lilith: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it.

Lilith: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Garret Steinfield: Why would anyone want to harm Kay?

Sam Manson: Maybe because they met them?

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Calem Gabes: How are you gonna carve a gigantic pumpkin?

Tucker Foley: The same way I make onion rings!

Tucker Foley: *grabs a chainsaw*

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Valerie Gray: Nice rock.

Asher Wilks: Thanks, Dash Baxter gave it to me.

Dash Baxter: I threw it at you!

Asher Wilks: Aren't they the sweetest?

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*Lilith is helping Valerie Gray break out of prison*

Lilith: Sooo… Does this make us partners in crime?

Valerie Gray: Don’t push it.

Lilith: Oh my gosh, we can be like Harley Quinn and the Joker!

Valerie Gray: If you don’t stop talking, they’re adding “murder” to the charges.

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Sam Manson: That's ridiculous, Dash Baxter doesn't have a crush on me.

Jacob Doe: Yes they do.

Paulina: Yes they do.

Dash Baxter: Yes I do.

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*during a group project*

Asher Wilks: *does 99% of the work*

Valerie Gray: *has no idea what’s going on*

Dash Baxter: *says they’re gonna help but does not*

Jazz Fenton: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

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Asher Wilks: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies?

Wes Weston: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials.

Jazz Fenton: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby.

Jesse Collins: Rock also defeats baby.

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Sam Manson: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worse enemy!

Sam Manson: Unless of course. . We’re talking about my enemy, Jazz Fenton. Fuck you Jazz Fenton, you know what you did!

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Terrence McKeen: *is throwing stones at Tucker Foley's window*

Tucker Foley: You have a phone for a reason, Terrence McKeen!

*THUD*

Tucker Foley: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

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Kyle Weston: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird?

Kay: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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Asher Wilks: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul!

Lilith: Why is Valerie Gray's a monster?

Valerie Gray: Asher Wilks, you forgot Lilith's! Its only an empty space!

Asher Wilks, proudly: Exactly.

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Calem Gabes: Kyle Weston, let’s go!

Kyle Weston: Oh, yeah, about telling Mom and Dad, I was thinking about writing maybe a letter.

Calem Gabes: Okay, you know what? That’s it, you had your chance.

Kyle Weston: What-?

Calem Gabes: Mom, Dad, Kyle Weston smoked pot in college.

Kyle Weston: You are such a tattletale!

Kyle Weston: Mom, Dad, you remember that time you walked into my room and smelled marijuana? Well, I told you it was Valerie Gray who was smoking the pot but... It was me. I’m sorry.

Calem Gabes: And Dad, you know that mailman that you got fired? He didn’t steal your Playboy’s, Kyle Weston did.

Kyle Weston: Yeah, well, hurricane Gloria didn’t break the porch swing Calem Gabes did.

Calem Gabes: Kyle Weston hasn’t worked for a year!

Kyle Weston: Calem Gabes and Valerie Gray are living together!

Calem Gabes: Kyle Weston married Sam Manson in Vegas and got divorced AGAIN!

Kay: I love Jacques Cousteau!

Sam Manson: I wasn’t supposed to put beef in the trifle!

Garret Steinfield: I wanna gooo!!

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Kyle Weston: What’s wrong?

Jacob Doe: I have to write a whole paragraph for school.

Kyle Weston: That’s not so bad; I write entire books.

Jacob Doe: Yeah, but this has to be good.

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Lilith: Just be yourself.

Jacob Doe: Really? Lilith, I have one day to win over Dash Baxter’s parents.

Jacob Doe: How long did it take for you guys to like me?

Tucker Foley: Couple of weeks.

Jesse Collins: Six months.

Kyle Weston: Jury’s still out.

Jacob Doe: See Lilith? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!

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Jazz Fenton: Wow, this sucks. I’m gonna kill *remembers that suicide jokes only worsen your mental health and that the first step to healing is stopping* you.

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Camila Andres: Try not to roll your eyes at me.

Heather Thatchley: I don't have pupils.

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Tucker Foley: Cronch.

Tucker Foley: You hear that? That's the sound of me eating sticks.

Valerie Gray: No, don’t—

Tucker Foley: Too late.

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Jazz Fenton: What does a winner do when life gives them lemons?

Kay: Um, make lemonade?

Jazz Fenton: No, they squeeze them right back into life’s eyes!

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Wes Weston: Jazz Fenton, where’s your report card?

Jazz Fenton: My friends stole it from me at school, so now I don’t have it anymore.

Wes Weston: Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that lie?

Jazz Fenton: What lie?

Wes Weston: That you have friends.

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Terrence McKeen: I’m gonna kill you.

Tucker Foley: Get in line!

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Tucker Foley: Are you this rude to everyone?!

Valerie Gray: Yup.

Valerie Gray: Don't think you're special.

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Tucker Foley: You are a spineless twit!

Camila Andres: You cannot talk to me that way, I am your superior!

Tucker Foley: A six-year-old girl could talk to you that way!

Camila Andres: Yes, because that would be adorable.

Tucker Foley: No, it's because you are a five-year-old girl and there's a pecking order.

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Asher Wilks: Hey, can you do me a favor?

Sam Manson: Sorry, I have to go do literally anything other than this.

Asher Wilks: You don’t even have a legitimate reason?

Sam Manson: Oh, no, I do.

Asher Wilks: Well, what is it?

Sam Manson: You see, I simply don’t give a fuck.

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*Wes Weston is fighting a monster*

Valerie Gray: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Wes Weston: The power to believe in myself!?

Valerie Gray: No, a knife! Stab it!

[rel312]

My thoughts on Miraculous Representation (SPOILERS!!!):

Right off the bat you have “God save the Queen”… guess that didn’t age well

He was forced to call Kagami his love I hate it here

Lol Plagg with the processed cheese

Felix really just made a heart in the fog from her window he’s so sappy I can’t

He was so ready to just tell her he’s Cat Noir so he could see her he’s so whipped

KAGAMI KNOWS SHES LADYBUG????

Why is Marinette the only one dressed up for this dance? Did they forget they had to make outfits for everybody else?

Canon Marc and Nathaniel CANON MARC AND NATHANIEL

The London Trio (idk what people are calling them) are so chaotic I love them

“All I want is for Adrien to be free” hnnnnnnnnnn

Nathalie got so sick oh my god

“The farther away he is from you, the better” truer words have never been spoken

Give said it before and I’ll say it again, gabriel is such a manipulative bitch

Adrien looked terrified to find out the akuma was his dad

He’s really treating Cat Noir like his own son… who is his son…

Adrien is so pressed, as he should be

“You really can’t be trusted. What kind of father are you?” Finally you see Adrien, get away from that man

“It’s time you learn to let your son live his own life, Father” YAY! Now say that to his face

The little anime drawing I can’t he’s so cute

“I think you need someone to give you parenting lessons. It doesn’t seem to be your strong suit” Adrien is really going OFF this episode

His little smile at seeing the picture of them together my heart

This is terrifying, why would they think this would work instead of just TALKING TO HER???

Are… are Felix and Adrien actually twins???

“You don’t seem like a nice father” he’s really just letting everything out isn’t he

Never thought of Kagami as a theater kid but… I guess?

Ohhhhh the twins are Emilie and Amilie, not Adrien and Felix lol

“I don’t think I’d like having a father like you” keep them coming baby

He’s really going ham on gabe, I’m so happy he gets to do this he really deserves it

HE WAS ABOUT TO CATACLYSM HIS FATHER YESSSS

The peacock feathers… I fucking hate it here

HOS WORST FEAR HIS CHAT BLANC NOOOOOOOOOO

So we finally learn about Felix’s dad holy shit

Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT HOLY-

Kim running over to check on Chat and all of them helping him break free I love them

So… does that reveal that gabe is monarch? Or does she still not know? Please you can’t leave me like this

DID THEY LOCK THEM UP??????? This is a new low, even for them

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Gabriel

Well he's an angel so I'm taking him being catholic as canon. There are a lot of themes in the game that point to catholisism specifically.

He's so fucking funny. he listens to nine inch nails and quotes one of the songs in a fight basically "fight me like an animal". he and v1 kind of have this yuri thing going on. he has an official bodypillow. hes a metaphor for being excommunicated and no one gets him like me and my friends do

The *true* Catholic experience is leaving the church and having a gay awakening, ask anyone

its debatable if Gabriel truly believes he's "the one true savior" or is mocking the idea of it

ok im actually gonna write some gabe propaganda bc despite what you may expect from a game called ULTRAKILL theres a lot to be said about his character and how catholicism is represented

Gabriel is a genuinely caring person who struggles to square his desire to help people with his duty as an archangel. He's the only one in Heaven trying to make things better for those in Hell, but his faith is used to manipulate him into committing atrocities against the people he used to protect (see the "TRAITOR" mural in 4-2)

he only realizes his mistakes after losing everything and being sentenced to death, but he still decides with only a little time remaining to try and make things right. for the sake of spoilers i will just say that the measures he takes are... extremely drastic and very enjoyable. i just really like the idea that even facing the end of all living things, no matter how steep your crimes, it is never too late to fix your mistakes. you are never unworthy forgiveness.

hes also SO FUCKING GAY for this dumb little robot. it mauled him so hard he tasted his own blood and he fell in love right there. theres no way this guy has a normal healthy relationship to pain he is soooooooooo fucked. i love him. please vote for Gabriel "patron saint of gay lapsed catholics" Ultrakill !!!!!!!!

Shadow

In sonic destruction (the AI generated fan thing snapcube made a while ago) shadow was catholic or something which I think is reallyyyyyyy funny

Ok listen. I know this is a stretch but hear me out. He says “oh my God” in the Twitter takeovers so we know this is a possibility. I see him as a Christ-like figure because I saw his whole confrontation with Mephiles and was like “this is a thing that happened in the Bible??” and the pose Mephiles shows him in is literally like a crucifixion and Mephiles is meant to be a demon / false prophet reference. And also he’s called a demon in Shadow The Hedgehog 2005 then the guy who calls him that is like “I was wrong I’m sorry” and that also reminds me of a thing with Jesus in The Bible. But the biggest reason is his whole thing with Maria cause I think he’d come to earth and hear Ave Maria once and convert to Catholicism idk he’s like we’re comforted by a female familial figure named Mary sometimes called Maria?? And her color is blue????? Heck yeah I’m in because I Will Cry. Also feel free to share this as propaganda obv even if he doesn’t get in the bracket just. It’s funny.

I feel like he’d battle a lot with being seen or portrayed as a demon and how the aliens he’s related to very much look and act like demons idk lmao- and also I feel like confession would just be good for him I think he needs it for his mental health

There is a debate on the lovely website tunblr that Shadow T. Hedgehog is an allegory for Jesus Christ.

He is Jesus, idk what to tell you. He lived, he was sealed away, he was awakened again and deemed the ultimate lifeforms, he’s angry but not evil, does what he believes is best for people and the world at any given time. Total loser.

[will-and-lester-defense-squad]

Anyway here’s pjo episode 5 random thoughts that I need to get out of my head, might do a similar post for the first 4 episodes too when I go back to rewatch them this week

Trio being fugitives from the law, love that shit

Annabeth seeing the fates cut the string oh that shits gonna hurt so bad in the future

Annabeths unwavering belief (denial??) that Percy can’t be dead and isn’t oh I love them

THE PERCABETH HUG!!!

Grover and Percy are supposed to be best friends I need them to give me a little more, like Grover didn’t even hug him when he found out he wasn’t dead???? (I will still defend their friendship w my life)

Poseidon acknowledged/saved Percy ONE TIME in 12 long years and suddenly Percy’s all in on this quest, sweetheart ur fatal flaw is showing

EDGE!! AS ARES!!! HE DID THAT SHIT!

“We’re all gonna die, eventually” this 12 year old is a little too comfortable w the thought of death someone please check on him???

The gabe news interview scene omgggg, I actually liked it better than the book scene w Percy because it makes more sense in this context, and it only adds more fuel to the fire that is Percy’s hate for his stepfather

“I’m gonna kill him” if there’s only thing this shows gonna do it’s show Percy’s anger bro

Gabe blaming Percy for Sally’s disappearance is insane actually

Annabeth being sassy w ares?? Talking back to Hephaestus? Percy showed up and said fuck the gods and she said “u know what, u might be right” and then did it better than he ever could!

No fr tho after what Athena did to her, I’m so glad we’re seeing annabeths demeanor w the gods changing

Again, edge is eating his role as ares UPPP

Grover “master manipulator, so good he makes the gods manipulation look like child’s play” underwood??? AS HE SHOULDDD

Percy practically asking annabeth out on a movie date??!:!:! I need to see this, either in the season finale or in a post credit scene, SOMETHING

Walkers acting, the panic, the hyperventilating, the fear in his voice, the softness and his facial expression/acting w his eyes during the emotional scenes, my god it’s scary how good he is at this at his age

Annabeths joke!!! I’m never getting over that scene I made a whole ass post about it earlier too

PERCY USING HIS POWERS ON ACCIDENT TO SAVE ANNABETH!!! No mini trope I love more than when a character inadvertently uses their powers off pure instinct to save someone they love

The entire chair scene, god I can’t even talk about it rn, I’m still processing, the acting the dialogue, the hints at each other their fatal flaws, annabeths declaration, the way she held onto Percy when he was saved, I’m gonna throw up

Percy “I give 0 fucks, if ur a god fight me” Jackson in full force this episode omgg