#Luke is shit at meditating

[allskywalkerswhine]

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

[kalak]

Luke and Yoda? Very underrated master-padawan duo. I feel like their force presence would be extremely similar. Like they would have been vibing so hard with each other in that swamp meditating and floating rocks and shit,

I bet yoda didn't even eat the weird root leaf stew until luke came along. He actually was eating like a king but then he met luke and was like, hmmm troll this kid, I will. Feed him frogs and leaves, I should. And then Luke was like oh master yoda likes weird food... but nothing worse then ration bars I guess and then actually cleaned the bowl and yoda was like hmmm a kindred spirit, I have found

Yoda would have been so proud of Luke. Like I bet he bragged all about his polite whiny padawan to his force ghost friends like a proud grandpa. Laughs at all my jokes, he does. Keeps up with all the bullshit I throw at him. Most powerful in the force, he is. Then he'd turn around and look at luke struggling to do a handstand and poke him with a stick.

A mischievous side hidden beneath the calm jedi veneer, Check. Gremlin cryptid energy, Check. Very attuned to the force, check. They're so similar

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

thinking about how special it would feel to have luke skywalker's love.

luke's love changes as he matures. the younger he is, the more open he is with his affection. everyone knows he's heads over heels. he gets doe eyed around you, mindlessly following you around, completely at your service. a new hope luke is young and still sheltered, so his love is full of hope and optimism. empire strikes back luke is trying to balance the alliance, his training, and his feelings, so he's rather awkward and in this sort of limbo state where he wants to completely dedicate himself to you but just can't. return of the jedi luke is matured and has seen some shit, so his love is more practical and grounded.

luke's love is the ethereal moments of peace you steal together, forming a spiritual connection that transcends time and space itself. watching the sunset, no matter what planet you're on. meditating in the early hours of the morning. breathing in lungfuls of fresh air on the tallest mountain peaks. taking you back to his home planet of tatooine and letting you into the deepest corners of his heart. laying all of his secret worries and dreams onto you because he thinks he has to be strong in front of everyone else. he's the guiding star of the alliance, he's supposed to be the hero. he's supposed to be strong. after defeating the empire, the old luke is gone. you're there to support him as everything threatens to crumble, and it takes many years of patience, kindness, and love to open him back up to his youth and joy.

luke's love is unwavering. self sacrificing. he places the needs and wellbeing of others before his own, and this trait would only be amplified a hundred times when it comes to his soulmate. through star systems and across the universe, luke's love is a powerful and compassionate force rooted in hope, faith, and courage. hand in hand, you look ahead to tomorrow. nothing better awaits.

[that-one-kiddo-in-the-back]

Star Wars doesn't need to let the dark side be more interesting.

Oh boy. Like I said in my last post about star wars. I live, breathe, and shit star wars its my favorite sci-fi.

Without watching the video and only focusing on the title is that the dark side is already interesting because of how mysterious it is. All the people who are naturally connected to the dark side of the force are all gone, and the now and day sith keep everything close to their chest. The dark side is called that because of how rarely people shine a light on it.

Now to the actual video... why does Lily have to be so mean about it? She brings up how people would like to see more Star Wars without the force involved to be able to see the galaxy in a bigger light, to which she says those people lack vision and that what we really need is more sith characters. 😮‍💨 just go watch tales of the empire then.

Something that Lily needs to know is that anger and hate aren't one in the same. She brings up Yoda's monolog but still doesn't understand it or the Jedi's thoughts about emotions and how they view them. For those who don't know Yoda's monolog goes like this

"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering."

When he says that, it's supposed to make you think more clearly about your emotions to be mindful of them. The Jedi's main advice when dealing with negative emotions is to meditate, which is genuine good advice, and she would know that if she actually went to therapy. They aren't telling you not to be angry just to not let that anger consume you because that will make you do things you will soon come to regret, making you fall deeper.

Think back to when Anakin found out his mother was taken by the Tusken Raiders, and when he found her, he was too late, and she died in his arms. Now, he had a right to be angry about what they did to her. The Tusken Raiders was just another reminder of how much Tatooine had stolen from him how much he hated the planet. But notice how him taking revenge wasn't labeled as a good thing when he got back home with his mother wrapped up, in his arms and after she was buried he confided in padme that he was so anger that he didn't just kill the men responsible but the women and the children too that he was so consumed in his grief that he wasn’t even thinking and by the time he realized what he had done it was far too late and the whole tribe was dead. Or how about when Anakin thought Padme had betrayed him and he started to choke her out the dark side had twisted his mind into thinking and doing things he wouldn't do he might not have killed Padme but he was pretty close to it all because he was consumed with hate.

Part of me thinks Lily hasn't read the high republic or the old legends before the republic, and the Jedi order was corrupt the Jedi prided themselves as peace keeper and negotiators when a war was about to break out on a planet you sent or asked for a Jedi to help stop it before it happened for fuck sakes the first thing you hear in the phantom menace is people calling Obi Wan and Qui gon negotiators.

Can we also not use the death of George Floyd to make a shity star wars take??? Why did you have to bring up the real death of a police brutally that hadn't even hit the two year mark of the video? If you have to make a comparison to a real-world death, at least make it from ten or twenty years ago. We'll add that to Lily being an insensitive jerk tally board.

I was going to end the post with that, but as I continued to watch the video, Lily said something that made me stop in my tracks, and that was... Leia is technically a sith because she follows the sith code to a tea...

Bitch what?!?!

Leia, while being strong in the force and training with Luke, fought in the rebellion for the sake of peace she doesn't want people to die or another planet to blow up both her and Luke are what the Jedi once was. Peace keepers that want peace for them and everyone around them. Leia is, first and foremost, a politician and more over a freedom fighter she fights for freedom the sith have only ever fought for themselves.

Oh my God. I'm close to unlocking alcoholism. For the love of God, Lily, your sith, do not steal OC is not a good person either, but that's a post for another day.

[pomplalamoose]

we need some domestic headcanons for luke 😭 i absolutely LOVE you for putting out so much luke content for the faint of heart

Making as much Luke content as I can is my mission here so thanks for your ask!!!🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted, if not, you are always welcome to ask for something more specific <3

• despite what he wants his Padawans and others to believe, Luke likes to sleep in

• of course he can't admit to that out loud because he's trying to be a good role model

• so outwardly he puts in great effort to be the stern and responsible teacher

• you, however, know better

• while he is never even a second too late and appeares out of thin air just when he is expected, he loves slow mornings in bed

• especially with you in his arms

• he's a "ohhh just five more minutes" kinda guy but tends to really REALLY stretch that saying

• until the five more minutes quickly turn into "shit I overslept" and suddenly he's scrambling, trying to do everything at once, often forgetting to get his breakfast in the process

• he never learns his lesson either which makes it even funnier 

• his students would have a blast if you told them the truth about their Master

• (even more so if they knew how he drools in his sleep)

• sometimes, after an especially hard day of training or a long excursion, he allows his Padawans a day of rest 

• what they don't know is that he enjoys those more than they do

• finally he has some time to sleep as long as he wants to

• while he also likes surprising you with an extravagant breakfast in bed, he much prefers to prepare it together 

• also, since we're on the topic, I think he'd be really into having brunch 

• when he has scraps of time in his every day life, he does his share of household chores 

• wearing an apron 

• so his very nice black clothes don't get dirty

• listen, I don't know where he got it from, maybe it was lying around some day because you took it off and forgot to put it away again 

• possibly it says something cheesy on the front, like "kiss the cook"

• OR even better, it has ruffles 

• either way he manages to look hot in it

• something about his broad frame in tight fitting clothes, his sleeves rolled up and a big apron bow at the back makes you want to climb him like a tree

• most of the time he is a very orderly person too, keeping your shared living space tidy and clean 

• except when it comes to his socks 

• they're lying around everywhere

• and I mean EVERYWHERE

• at the beginning of the week, after he did the laundry on Sundays, they are neatly folded and stacked in his drawer

• once they are out, they are out though 

• it's like they have a will of their own 

• so when he eventually runs out of clean ones, he has to painstakingly search every last corner of every room to get them all back together 

• on the plus side he's really good at building and fixing all kinds of things

• it definitely has to do with the way he grew up and he likes to do it too; it helps him get his mind off things 

• I totally see him forcing one or more of his students to help him out as a form of detention 

• (it's low-key fun though)

• he's like a dad in those moments, going full "hold that flashlight for me JUST like that" mode

• also he recruits them for extra credit from time to time when he's working on a special project 

• of course he could also put droids to work but insists on letting his Padawans do it, because "it's an important part of their education"

• (he likes having them around)

• he often tells them fun stories while they're at it and since he is a great story teller, they always have a good time 

• during the children's free time he allows himself to be more easy going with them and is totally down to play dress up or hide and seek

• occasionally he gets invited to little tea parties and picnics 

• also I think he'd try to make the introduction to meditation easy and more appproachable for the little ones by making them color out mandalas 

• (he likes mandalas too)

• he's horribly allergic to kiwis but doesn't know because he never encountered one before 

• (and probably never will, are there kiwis in space?)

• sometimes he randomly goes missing during the day 

• if that's the case there's a high chance he's off somewhere snorkeling to look at fishies 

• it's very hard to get his attention then and every call falls on deaf ears

• rumor has it he does it on purpose 

• when he eventually leaves the water sopping wet, with his pants clinging to him tightly, everyone forgives him easily enough though 

• especially his older students like to wait out for these moments

• I kind of see that turning into an event 

• he never quite understands what's going on but is delighted to see so many coming up to him

• (he understands very well but pretends he doesn't when you indignantly throw a towel and him, telling him to cover up)

[maikissed]

i've got my eye on you

Richarlison x reader

In which y/n keeps embarassing herself infront of Richarlison most of the night, he’s being a player (because of course he is) and they end up flirting at the terrace stairs what makes them absolutely enchanted with each other.

warnings: usage of drugs and alcohol

posting this in a hurry because it's cl night so sorry for any mistakes.

part 2 is here

The weather was pleasantly warm. You and your best friend were chilling on the loungers in the garden after smoking a blunt. You could hear music blasting from the house, the party was going wild with so many people gathered in.

„Bro, i am cooked” you murmured leaning your head on the back of the chair.

„Yeah this stuff is gooood” she answered laughing lightly.

Your head has become light and you were smiling, breathing in the spring air. There where times when weed made you dizzy and sleepy, which is why you weren’t very willing to smoke usually. But you changed your mind tonight and didn’t regret it. You felt super relaxed.

„Should we go back inside? This is fucked up, we’re at the party and we’re literally meditating in the garden” you heard Sheira say.

You burst out laughing at her remark and she accompanied.

„I’ve been needing to pee for like 30 minutes” you said seriously which elicited another laugh from your friend.

„Girl, then go, oh my God. I’ll wait for you here then”

„Do you know where the toilet is?” you asked standing up.

You haven’t had time to get to fully look around Luke’s newly bought house yet.

„Um, one is downstairs down the corridor and there’s a second one upstairs, straight from the stairs on the right”

„Okay, but don’t move anywhere from here, bitch”

„Alright, alright!” she kept smiling and laughing, readjusting on the seat.

You went up inside, the great noise surrounded you the moment you crossed the door and you smiled at the familiar group of people when you passed them. It was way hotter inside, you could feel an invisible layer of warm air hugging your skin, your senses definitely sharper due to your state.

You noticed that there was a queue to the bathroom on the first-floor, so you decided to head upstairs, hoping no one will actually be there. The moment you passed the last step of the stairs, the door to the bathroom opened and a skinny blonde girl appeared infront of you with her eyes focused on the phone screen. She passed you without even looking your way and went down the stairs. You hummed happy with the fact that you can quickly use the bathroom so you just reached for the door handle and barged in. Unexpectedly you collided with something hard and huffed surprised.

„Shit, sorry, I thought it wasn’t occupied” you said looking at the tall guy infront of you bearing a slightly startled expression.

„It’s fine, I was just leaving” he answered with an accent and your mind actually comprehended that you’ve just runned into one of the football players.

Luke, the party organizer, has been mingling in various environments, so you were often meeting some less or more famous people. You did recognise some of them, especially the ballers. And this one you knew as well, but not personally. You didn’t remember being introduced to Richarlison but you’ve spotted him at a few parties at Luke’s. To be honest you have been avoiding football players. Some of them were arrogant or just man whores. This one was clearly the latter.

You didn’t move, just stared at his face for a few seconds and after truly realising what you’ve just run into, you smiled foolishly and started laughing. You couldn’t control it even if you wanted to, covering your mouth with your hand did not help. The situation was riddiculous, you were stoned as hell, which was probably pretty obvious.

„What’s so funny?” you heard him ask sternly.

Oh so he was arrogant as well.

„Sorry, I um… wanted to use the bathroom” you shrugged with a permanent smile plastered on your face, avoiding eye contact with the guy.

„Well, then let me pass and you’ll be free to do your thing.”

Right, you still haven’t moved and were blocking the exit. You facepalmed yourself mentaly and stepped aside. He passed your form in the door frame, facing and looking down at you. It hit you how close you two were for a split second and you cleared your dry throat.

„See you around” he added and when you lifted your head in his direction you noticed a shadow of a smile on his lips.

„Hope not” you said to yourself locking the door, still feeling hazy.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror and met the reflection of your heavy lids and reddened eyes. Yup, you were stoned like a goat.

When you came back downstairs Sheira was at the mini bar laughing at something Luke said.

„What took you so long?” she asked throwing her arm aroung you „Did you tap somebody in the bathroom?”

The comment made you laugh loudly.

„No I did not”

„Well you should, it would do you good” she shrugged.

„Fuck you” you answered geting a bottle of water to drink. You throat was dry as a desert.

You looked around and noticed the girl that was in the bathroom with Richarlison. She was stunning, to say the least, her long blonde hair was falling in gentle waves down her back. She was all slim legs, full lips and shining light blue eyes. The dress she was wearing wasn’t very modest but she still looked classy. In oppose to you in your high state. You snorted and looked the other way spotting mentioned footballer. Richarlison was sitting at the sofa surrounded by a few people. A glass with a dark liquor in his hand, his long legs spread widely, he was laughing at something being said. You took a moment to study him. His bleached hair matched his maroon eyes and darker complexion quite pleasantly, you thought. His face was all firm edges and defined bones, which truly made him really handsome. But it was his eyes that were the most appealing – deep dark frame giving off almost dangerous gaze. And you were staring. The realization made you uncomfortable so you looked away trying to focus on the conversation between Luke and Sheira but something pulled your eyes into his direction again. And in fact, he was already looking at you, deep dark frame of his eyes; dangerous, daring gaze. You gulped feeling your legs go weak. What the fuck?

 “Shots?” you heard Luke shout to you and you nodded not giving a fuck that if you’ll start drinking while still being high, you might not end this evening in a good state.

After a few rounds you found yourself on the dancefloor laughing and moving vigorously to some trap song. The room was getting hotter minute by minute, you felt your skin becoming sticky and you were out of breath. You desperatly needed some fresh air so you headed to the terrace. The night was peaceful and the garden was softly lit. You took one step down the stairs of the terrace and felt youself losing your balance, but before you actually fell down you felt someone’s arms wrap around your middle.

“Shit” you muttered.

“Careful” you heard a familiar accent and when you turned your head you spotted none other than Richarlison wearing a sly smirk while, once again, looking down at you because of the hight difference.

His hot hands were still gripping the exposed skin of your waist and the sensation added to your already flushed state. He let go of you after making sure that you’re standing straight.

“Thank you” you said and decided to sit down so you won’t embarrass yourself further by faltering and landing on your face on the grass.

“May I know your name?” he sat next to you.

You considered telling him a wrong name, as you often did when you weren’t interested in the guy that was hitting on you, but you were way too drunk to play one of your little games.

“It’s y/n” you said stretching your legs and looking down at your heavy boots.

“Nice to meet you y/n. I’m Richarlison”

“I know” you smiled cheekily.

Why would you say that? You’ve already made yourself look like a fool like a thousand times tonight in his pressence. You giggled.

“I see that you’re having fun” he added, his expression soft.

“And you? Are you having fun?” you looked at him through your long lashes and smiled once again.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Mhm” you murmured leaning back on your hands. It was not a comfortable position but your limbs were too tired to made you care.

Your eyes landed on a tattoo decorating his neck and then followed down his inked arm.

“I like your tattoos” you said briefly.

“Thanks” he looked your way readjusting himself on the step “Do you have any?”

“Not in a place that I could show you without it being inappropriate”

Oh you did not just start flirting with the guy. You had this thing that you often caught yourself flirting during any conversations you’ve had. It’s not like it was on purpose, it was just a manner that you had. Maybe it was something that you’ve developed through the years of always feeling too intimidated with people. Made you feel more powerful.

He laughed at your comment looking down. You noticed that it made him a little bit flustered. Well, that’s interesting. You bit your lip not taking your eyes off of him.

“Now I’m uh…” he scrunched his eyebrows as if to find a word “…curious”

The comment made you smile widely and you rised up back to a fully sitting position.

“Don’t try to take me to the bathroom so you can find out” you said without thinking.

For a second you worried it sounded way too straightforward. But he did not seem to be offended at all.

“I won’t” he laughed “Unless you want me to”

A smug grin appeared on his face and you couldn’t contain a giggle.

“Oh, you’re very cunning. That’s how you get yourself all the pretty girls, I suppose?”

“Most of the time, some doesn’t seem to get fooled easily”

“Well, you need to put in a little more effort then” you tilted your head looking at his lips.

You liked the shape of them. You realised you let your mind wander and it took you aback. Too much weed and too much alcohol. Unfortunately before you took your eyes off of him, he seemed to notice your stare. You looked down biting your lip trying to contain a smile but it was pointless.

“I’ve been seeing you around a few times” it was him who broke the silence “I’ve just never grew the courage to come up and talk to you”

Him? The guy that you almost caught hooking up with this blondie model in the bathroom on the second floor? Too intimidated to talk to you? He was fucking with you right now for sure. Your eyes widened sneeringly.

“Oh, please” you answered “You’re shooting your shot right now, aren’t you?”

He laughed with you sincerely.

“Maybe, but it’s true though. You are very pretty” he murmured making you blush.

He’s clearly a playboy, you thought, trying to lure you. The way he looked at you caused shivers to run down your spine and it almost made you want to fall right into his trap. It was quite funny to be honest. You haven’t reacted this way to a boy’s attention ever.

 “Thank you” you answered sweetly “But just because I’m quite drunk and high right now doesn’t mean I’ll fall for your pretty words, Richarlison”

His name falling of your lips made him look down at your mouth and your heart skipped a beat. Oh, he’s definitely going to cause some problems. You decided to stand up, feeling a tad tense. 

 “I feel better now” you took a deep breath “Are you coming in?”

“Sure” he nodded, his eyes shone with amusement.

As you entered the room walking side by side you immediately spotted the look on Sheira’s face and almost wanted to run up to her to cover her mouth before she said something embarrassing, as she was often used to. But she said nothing and let’s thank the God himself for that. Enough embbarassment for one night.

You did not part with Richarlison though, you spent the rest of the party with a group of friends, talking and joking around and you’ve taken a notice that he was in fact quite the entertainer. He was funny, charming and captivating and it visibly made everyone drown into him and engrossed in anything he was saying. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, being enchanted by his appealing aura, the way he moved or spoke Portuguese to a few of his friends, even when you couldn’t understand a word. You kept stealing glances towards eachother, your skin was tingling almost regretful that you were surrounded by all these people and not alone. Something was telling you that Richarlison felt exactly the same, as you noticed that he was trying to come closer to where you stood every few passing minutes. It probably looked innocent from someone elses perspective but you two were like magnets to eachother, desperate to feel that dazzling closeness that if lasted too long, may bring your minds and bodies into maddening overdrive. Therefore when your arms brushed against eachother briefly, your body reacted on its own accord and you jumped slighlty, feeling your cheeks heating up. This energy between the both of you was dangerous. You were trying to focus on your breathing, so you wouldn’t suffocate, and to calm your relentlessly beating heart, so you won’t start to shake but you found it difficult to containt two things at a time. What a childish reactions you had, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Are you alright?” Richarlison lowered his head to whisper in your ear.

Sweet tickling goosebumps spread over your neck. That feeling almost made your knees buckle. If he asked you if you wanted to join him in that damn bathroom right this moment the same way, you’d probably agree.

“Mhm” you hummed and looked up at this face.

His eyes shone with that familiar amusement. It was so easy to get lost in them.

“Do you want to go outside? Take a breath?”

“No, I’m ok” you answered.

You were standing way too close to eachother to have a conversation as simple as this. You could’ve say yes to finally get him alone with you once again but it was too late because Sheira was already at your side, asking if it was alright if you two headed home now. You agreed telling her that you’ll join her in the yard in a second. It was very late, after all.

“It was nice to meet you Richarlison” you smiled flirtatiously at him.

“Can’t wait to see you again, y/n”

“I know” you bit your lip to hold back a giggle and turned around to find your friend.

You woke up at noon with just a slight headache and a message from a certain football player displayed on your phone screen.

i got carried away at the end, but the tensionnnnnn

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

are you willing to say more about your idea of trevor thinking it was rose haunting him?!?!

Oh always. Basically I’m gonna write Trevor in therapy immediately post haunting, describing to Dr. Crystal what happened and being like “only Rose still calls— called— me Bobby” and “she died angry at me for recording those songs and the first one I ever recorded starts playing on its own” etc etc and then he processes out loud the fact that the haunting started with a wet Willie and realizes oh shit no that’s Luke.

And then probably his therapist is like “ghosts aren’t real, maybe find a new place to meditate” or something boring lol

[hardlypartying]

S4E6 spoilers (in pretty much chronological order)

Okay right off the bat— I’m not loving this rando potentially being JJs real dad. If they wanted to do this storyline I feel like it would’ve been way more fucked up if it were Luke manipulating him/maybe telling the truth about him being a kook. And to make it hurt more he could’ve played into JJs obvious guilt and made him an accomplice in this by telling him about an “inheritance”. We see how loyal JJ is to any family he forges so it would’ve been a cool thing to see how far he’s willing to go. Just don’t understand why they brought Ward 2.0 to maybe be his real dad, it’s way too convoluted. Maybe it’ll make sense later (doubt it).

Sarah walking John B through her theory so he can reach the same conclusion as her… I love them sm <3 This was very early Jarah of them, the mysteries and uncovering it :))

Happy that JJ is finally opening up to Kie! Progress!! Hate how he’s not sharing it with the rest of the group and now looks like he’s been slacking 😭 they need to give him a break, he’s been going through ittt

🔊🔊🔊

Kiara saying Rafe’s name was a jumpscare—I really did not expect that! She never acknowledges him lmao I was so shocked that scene actually exists for her haha, part of me thought she’d just ignore that whole thing but let’s fucking goooooooooo.

So funny to me that for someone who pulled out the knife and was all >:( at him… she’s still relaying the message hehehehe. Is that a little crack I see in her hmmm 🤨 she’s soft launching a potential alliance hmmm 🤔

“Rafe Cameron, CEO” PLEASEEE HES SO PRECIOUS. BUSINESS CARD AND EVERYTHING HES TRYING SO HARD TO BE A SERIOUS GUY LIKE YOUR LINKEDIN IS ENOUGH KING

Sofia side plot with Hollis 😎 love to see it!! Idec if they’re scamming, let them!

RAFE WITH SARAH 😭 MY HEART. He’s so broken he has no idea how to apologize to her. This is such a mess. His love language is so acts of service, he’s trying to bury his guilt by bringing Sarah into this deal as a show of his trust. Maybe that’s mutually exclusive to him, trust being an act of apology. But Sarah is so scared of being there, the part where she flinches when he hits the desk :(( she really just wants an apology. Rafe’s coming at it from a Ward angle and she just wants her brother.

Stop the music. The gold cross was gold plated?! I’m pretty sure they said it was solid gold in s2. PLEASE WHY ARE THEY ALL SO FUCKING BROKE AFTER ALL THE SHIT THEY DID. Rose was the real mvp in all this wow.

Love to see the Pogues getting together and spreading the word abt this bullshit zoning. Super important to mobilize their community for this, and it’ll get them the pay off they want— more voices and support = less the “officials” can do whatever the fuck they want shrouded behind laws that protect them. Love how Kie and Pope’s parents sat with them; but at the same time it breaks my heart to see this— how distant they are from them. At least there’s some effort being put now.

Anyway that riot was necessary. Also JJ is so goneeee, the way the camera keeps lingering on him and his relationship with everyone is shown 😬 It’s giving season 3 of the OC when that happened. But maybe it’s a misdirect 🤞 everyone helping JJ get away was so :’) <3 Anyway Rudy’s acting was amazing here! He’s such a full body actor, always using up the space he’s in— super compelling to watch!

Pls he’s in goblin mode and it’s sending me. Talking to himself. Tearing shit up. Welcome back JJ Maybank but also, it’s so heartbreaking to see him deal with this identity crisis that he might be a full kook when being a pogue is all he’s ever had. Idk I think he needs to pick up meditation or smth his mind is a wicked place for him to be in 24/7. He’s so hard on himself. Doesn’t help that he’s villainized by everyone and if they’re not making him the bad guy, they’re pitying him.

If he actually dies this season I’m gonna be pissed actually. Like this is no way to go 😭 I’m gonna be even more pissed off at Rudy for not being able to handle a fan-serviced ship to do this to JJ. If he’s alive and well by the end of the season I’m gonna be annoyed that I spent so much time stressing out.

Come on, the utinsels in the microwave?? He’s a pogue through and through 🫡

Pope taking the bullet (so to speak) for JJ 😭 brooooo it’s literally them in season one with JJ taking the fall for Pope after sinking Topper’s boat. I’m sick. This is sick.

Rafe is so smart but he’s gotten so bad at trusting his instincts now— I think he’s too nervous about trusting any part of himself that gets a little too crazy after his s1&2 arc. Maybe he’s taken up meditation.

“If you’re screwing me, I’ll come after you” 😎 tell himmmm 🗣️ the best part is that this guy has no idea how fr Rafe is. He’s such a vengeful person, no way he’s gonna screw him over and get away with it. Ugh love this bc it’s really setting up the Pogues + Rafe arc I know is coming. Foaming at the mouth for it. They need someone like him in their group to be the #realist and play bad cop bc they’re all WAYYY too loosey goosey. The pogues have a pocket full of dreams while Rafe’s got a pocket full of cash.

Also where tf is Barry?! Is he not a part of this season at all? I swear to god I feel his absence so bad it’s giving me war flashbacks to watching succession and lighting a weekly candle to see stewy on my screen :’( maybe it’s just the silver spoons story in me and I want to see more of them being crafty little cockroaches

Rafe waving at JJ is so…. More of that pls. I want him to be a little cocky and a dickhead to the Pogues 😋

TLDR; This got away from me and became more of a JJ review than a riara review, sorry! I hope this crumb of riara wasn’t what everyone was going crazy for!! If it is, I’m going to keep thinking about how she’s lowkey encouraging Sarah to reunite with Rafe (kinda just for money) but still, a win is a win. She wouldn’t send Sarah to see Rafe if she didn’t think he was a safe person to be around. That says more to me than the little knife scene earlier hehe. She acts like she’s terrified but then tells her best friend btw your brother came around, yeah the one we all hate and I pulled a knife on him you should go see him to check if he can help us out. Careful Kie :) you’re getting soft for Rafe

Either way I’m livingggg bc she acknowledged him 🥰 without as much venom as she usually has 🥰 #progress

I’m gonna watch the next two episodes tomorrow! It’s going slow because I’m watching it with someone and have to wait for them 👹👹👺

[poseidonsdaughterthesiren]

You're Losing–You Lost Me

A/N: So uhhh this experiemental. I'm trying to create Della and Luke's past. So obviously for my nonbooker readers...Spoilers. Ummm So we drift from Della to Percy to Luke's POVS and they're not all linear. Think of them as if you're sporadically going through memories.

Della sits by the lake as fireworks and torches flicker across the waves. In the distance, she hears a splash of water. Clarisse and a bunch of other campers toss her brother and her best friend into the lake. 

It’s about dam time he told her. 

Della smiles but it crumbles when she thinks about what she’s been through the last year and a half.  Her memories had recently all been fixed thanks to the Hypnos kid Clovis. She takes a deep breath…and meditates for a moment

⬳

Della opened her eyes to a dimly lit room. She tried to yell for help but realized her mouth was gagged.

Where is she? How did–the battle with the manticore, Dr. Thorn came rushing back to her. She and Annabeth tackled the beast as it fell over the cliff. Shit, Percy was going to kill her–if whoever captured her didn’t first.

“Well, well if it isn’t Della Jackson,” a voice called

Della stilled at the voice. She knew that voice. Luke. 

Luke creeped out of the shadows into the light. He smiled but it made Della flinch in terror. 

He looked pretty beat up. Good. 

Luke crouched down in front of Della. 

Della tried to scoot back from him but didn’t get very far. The rope around her ankles and wrists was also bound to a pillar. 

“Hey,” he whispered, I won’t hurt you. Trust me.” 

Della narrowed her eyes at him. 

Luke moved forward and reached behind her head. He undid the knot holding her gag and removed it. 

Della tried to scream but Luke placed a hand over her mouth. 

“Hey, no, come on now, none of that,” he whispered, “Besides no one will be able to hear you.” 

Della leaned back and glared at him. 

“Where am I?”

“Safe,” Luke said.

“Pfft, not with you I’m not.” 

“Del–”

“No, only my friends call me Del.”

“We are friends–”

“We were, past tense.”

Luke grinned at her. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“My offer still stands Del, you can be more–”

“No, no this isn’t you.” 

“Still don’t have your own opinion, still emersed in everything Percy believes.”

Luke leaned over maneuvered her ropes and pulled her towards him. He lifted her up and led her towards the darkness he emerged from.

“Come on,” he whispered in her ear, “time to see what we’ve been working on.”

Della felt shivers run down her spine. She hoped Percy would find her soon. 

⬳

Della and Annabeth were gone. They fell with the manticore–the only thing left of Della was Leda. Mom is going to kill him. 

Percy paced around as his thoughts tortured him. It had always been his job to protect her, and he failed. 

“Percy,” Grover said. He placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder. 

Percy shrugged the hand off. 

Thalia was pissed. She white-knuckled Annabeth’s Yankees cap.

“Percy, I’m sorry–” 

“No,” he snapped, “Don’t say you’re sorry for my loss. They’re not–She’s not dead.” 

“Percy,”  Grover said. There were tears in his eyes. “There’s no way they survived that and if they did, Luke–”

“No, they’re alive, I can feel it! They…can’t…she can’t be gone.” A tear escaped from his eye. 

No Della was alive. He couldn’t explain it–but he could feel it like a thread connecting them. And if Del was alive so was Annabeth.

“Percy Jackson,” Zoe Nightshade called, “Come with me Lady Artemis wishes to speak with thee.” 

⬳

Luke leads Della up a dark hill. There was little to no light. It was black but there were whisps of blue light. Black charred ruins are scattered almost as if there had once been a battle here. 

Della felt like she was in a demonic episode of Scooby Doo. Doesn’t help that Luke led her on a rope like a dog. Bet Scooby never used a leash. 

Luke paused near the crest of the hill. He turned toward her. 

“What I am about to show you,” he said, “Is your fate if you don’t cooperate.” 

His face twitched and sniffed almost as if he were about to cry but he stopped himself. He turned back toward the hill and pulled her rope hard. 

Della glanced around when she felt the air leave her lungs–at the top of the hill was Annabeth holding up what appeared to be an invisible ceiling. 

“Annabeth!” Della screamed. 

Luke yanked her rope and pulled her against him. He used his free hand to angle her head at the sight. 

Della closed her eyes as Annabeth screamed for her. 

“See that could be you,” he whispered, “but I think I have better use for you.”

Della choked back a sob refusing to open her eyes. 

“Della,” Annabeth groaned, “No let her…go” 

“Say bye to Annabeth, Del,” Luke said, “We’ll see her later.” 

“NO! ANNABETH!” Della yelled. She struggled against Luke. 

“Aww,” Luke cooed, “come on Siren, we have more work to do.”

Della screamed as he picked her up and led her away from Annabeth. 

“LUKE! LUKE!” Annabeth shrieked. 

Della sobbed as Luke dragged her away from her best friend. She felt spots flood her vision before everything went dark.

⬳

` Percy sulked into his cabin and threw himself on his bed. He rolled onto his side to stare at Della’s empty bunk. Nestled in her blankets was a plush blue whale who’d seen better days. Mr. Finn. Della’s favorite stuffed animal. 

How could Mr. D refuse to search for her or Annabeth? 

Percy sighed slipped out of his bunk and grabbed ahold of the whale. Its big black button eyes stared up at Percy. He pulled it close to his chest and squeezed. After a moment he placed him in his bunk. 

He heard water running. He looked around before in the back of the cabin he spotted a new item. A fountain–obviously a gift from Poseidon. 

Percy made his way to it and noticed it was heated as it created a mist with tiny little rainbows. He looked at the bottom to see it was full of drachmas. He realized what this was for. It was a reminder to keep in touch with his family. 

Percy scooped a coin out and ran his fingers along it. 

“Iris, oh Goddess of the Rainbow,” he said, “please accept my offering.” 

He knew he should call mom and tell her what happened, but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Until he knew more about where she was he was going to hold off telling Mom. 

He could call Dad, he hadn’t talked to him in two years. But could you call a god or would that be an insult? Besides, he had a feeling Poseidon knew about what had occurred only a few hours ago. Hopefully, if she asked for help Dad would be there.

He suddenly knew exactly who to call. 

“Show me Tyson,” Percy said, “At the forges of the Cyclops.” 

The mist shimmered to show his half-brother Tyson surrounded by fire. Tyson was bent on an anvil, hammering a red-hot sword blade. There was a marble-framed window behind him, and it looked out onto dark blue water–the bottom of the ocean.

“Tyson,” Percy yelled. 

He didn’t hear Percy at first due to the hammering and roar of the flames. 

“TYSON!” Percy yelled again. 

He turned his one enormous eye brightened. His face broke into a crooked yellow grin. “Percy!” 

He dropped the sword blade and barrelled at Percy trying to hug him. Percy lurched back. “Hey, Big Guy, this is an Iris message, I’m not really there.” 

“Oh, yes I knew that,” Tyson said. He seemed embarrassed for a moment. He then looked around Percy. “Where’s Della?” 

Percy’s smile faded. “She’s not here right now buddy.” 

“Oh, tell her I say hi! Tell Annabeth I say hi!” 

“Okay, Buddy will do,” Percy swallows the lump in his throat. “Hey Tyson, do you hear from Dad?” 

Tyson’s smile fell a bit. “Not much. Daddy is busy. He is worried about the war.”

“What do you mean?” 

Tyson sighed and placed the sword out the window, where it erupted in a swirl of bubbles. When he brought the blade back in the metal was cool and silver. 

“Old Sea Spirits making trouble. Aigaios. Oceanus. Those guys. They’re protecting the bad boat.” 

“The Princess Andromeda? Luke’s boat?” Percy asked. 

“Yes. They make it hard to find. Protect it from Daddy’s storms. Otherwise, he would smash it.” 

“Smashing it would be good,” Percy agree. 

Just not with Della or Annabeth on board. 

“Yeah. Don’t worry about bad boat. It is going away.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Panama Canal. Very far away.” 

Why was Luke all the way down there? Last theyd seen he’d been near the East Coast recruiting demigods with grievances against their godly parents. 

“Well that’s good I guess. Hey tell Dad I–” 

Before he could finish the message dissolved leaving him alone in the cabin again. Percy sighed and shuffled back to his bunk. 

He slipped under the covers and held Mr. Finn close. 

“Where are you Del?” He whispered before drifting off. 

⬳

Della opened her eyes to see she was nestled in a makeshift cot. She was wrapped in a thick blanket. She glanced around to see she was in a dimly lit room. Not like the apocalypse she’d been in earlier. 

There was the cot she was in. A small chestnut drawer, a desk, and the door. Whoever’s room this was they were a very extreme minimalist. 

She sat up and stretched when she realized her hands were untied. She froze–where’s Luke?

The handle of the door jiggled and opened into the room. Revealing the man in question. 

Luke closes the door behind him. And tosses a map on the desk before he turns to Della. 

“Oh, good,” he said, “You’re awake.” He sat at the end of the bed. 

Della examined his face. He looked like he’d aged ten years since the last time they’d seen each other. There were heavy streaks of grey Della could hardly see his black hair. 

Luke’s eyes were examining her.. 

“What happened?” She asked. She glanced down at the floor. 

“You blacked out,” he said as if it were obvious.

“Doesn’t explain why I’m in your room.” 

“You really don’t get it?”

Della glanced up at him. Her eyes narrowed. 

“You’re here,” Luke said, “Because you’re the key to winning this damn thing!”

“What do mean I’m the key?” Della yelled at him. “I thought Percy was your Golden Boy.” 

“It has become quite clear your brother will not join me, but you,” Luke said. He reached out to touch her cheek. “You could counter the prophecy. You could be mine.”

Della flinched at the contact. 

“A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep

The hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap–” 

“A single choice shall end his days. Olympus to preserve or raze,” Della finished. “I know but what that’s between you and Percy–”

“It would seem the fates have made it so, but with you by my side, it’d be an equal fight. Come on Del, I’ve seen how Percy treats you on quests.” 

“First,” Della said, “Quit calling me Del. Second, I’d never betray my brother. And Third, my brother loves me.” 

“Does he Della? I remember the last time I saw you two he treated you worse than the Cyclops.” 

Della looked down at her shoes. He had a point even on this last mission Percy had been a dick to her. 

Luke tucks a finger under her chin and makes her look at him. 

“It’d be you and I against the world.” 

Della doesn’t pull away this time. She’d always been attracted to Luke. The two of them against the world didn’t sound too bad. 

A loud ruckus stomped above them. Luke pulled back and growled in frustration. He then looks back at Della. “I’ll be back. There’s tea on the desk. He moved towards the door which clicked shut behind him.

Della sat up and on shaky feet grabbed the tea cup. She hobbled back into the cot pulled the blankets up to her chest and sipped her tea. 

What if she stayed? Switched teams. Maybe then people wouldn't doubt her ability. They’d always compare her to Percy she’d always known that. She’d finally get to be with Luke–then she thought about Annabeth in the invisible cavern–no she would never stay with him. 

The door opened again to reveal Luke. He didn’t look as pissed, but he certainly wasn’t pleased. “Change of plans I have a meeting to attend. But I’ll be back soon.” 

“Where–” 

“Doesn’t matter, but you’re going to stay here aboard the ship.” 

So she’s on the Princess Andromeda….her mind went fuzzy fast. Luke was just a blur when he left. 

“I’ll be back I promise Del.” 

⬳

“I should throw you in the pits of Tartarus for your incompetence,” the General said, “I told you to bring me the boy, not the scrawny Athena girl.” 

“But,” Thorn sputtered, “I brought you one of the Big Three’s children! I brought you the Daughter of Poseidon!”

“Hmmm,” the General nodded, “She may be useful…but right now she’s a prize to you Boy.” He looked straight at Luke. 

Percy felt his heart thrum in his chest. The girls were alive. What did he mean Della was a prize to Luke? 

He’d missed bits of the conversation when–

“Della will serve her purpose in time,” Luke said, “It just needs some pushing.” 

What the hell? I mean yeah Della was his twin but the prophecy referred to him–or at least they’d always assumed it was him–what was Luke doing to her? 

⬳

“Della, hey come on now Del,” a voice sighed. 

Della is met with the sight of Luke bending over worry evident on his face. 

He smiled a bit at her. “Hey Sleeping Beauty,” he cooed. 

Della grinned in response but then realized she didn’t remember falling asleep. “What time is it? I thought you just left–wait I’ve been asleep–what’ve you–” 

Luke’s face fell a bit as he tried to calm her. He pulled into him, 

“It’s okay, Della–hey it’s okay–”

“No!” she yelled. She pushed against him.  “What have you been doing–” 

Luke sighed he grabbed a bowl and passed it to her. 

“What is this?” 

“Oatmeal.”

“Is this magic oatmeal?”

“It’s apple-cinnamon.”

Della sniffed it and indeed it was apple-cinnamon oatmeal. She takes the spoon from Luke and eats a couple of spoonfuls. 

“There you go,” Luke said. He ran a hand through her hair. 

Whatever anger Della felt vanished. She couldn’t even remember why she was mad. She set the bowl down. 

“There you go Della,” Luke whispered. He took the bowl placed it on the floor and tugged her close to his chest. “I love you,” he murmured. 

⬳

“Ah, how touching,” A voice said. 

The group turned to see the General standing there in his brown silk suit. At his side was Luke and half a dozen dracaene bearing the sarcophagus of Kronos. Annabeth stood at Luke’s side. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, a gag in her mouth, Luke held the point of his sword to her throat. 

Percy met her eyes seeking answers. The only message was clear RUN!

“Luke let her go,” Thalia growled. 

“That’s for the General to decide,” Luke smirked, “But it is good to see you again though Thalia.” 

Thalia spat at him.

Percy whipped his around and realized someone was missing. 

“Where’s Della? Where is my sister?” He yelled. 

A tear escaped Annabeth’s eye. 

“Where is she?!” 

Luke’s smirk disappeared a single tear dripped down his cheek. 

The General however laughed. “She’s alive Son of Poseidon, for now. 

More tears sprung from Annabeth’s eyes she shook in Luke’s grip. 

Anger bubbled in Percy’s veins and he unleashed Riptide. 

⬳

Luke looked over the railing at the sea. They were just a bit away from the camp’s borders. He stretched and felt his back protest. He sighed, fighting Thalia was not easy to come back from. But the plan had to go. The concoction of poppy seeds and a drip of Lethe to keep Della here worked too well. He knew she liked him but–he didn’t think he’d catch feelings for her. He has to get her out of here before Kronos makes him do something awful–or even worse kill her. 

He went below deck and opened the door to his room to see her asleep just as he’d left her. Luke picks her up bridal-style. He carries her up to the deck. 

He drops her into the water and watches as she sinks. The Old Sea Gods push her back into Poseidon’s territory. 

⬳

When Della came to she was no longer in Luke’s room, no instead she was–well–she had no idea where she was. 

She was situated in an actual bed, not a cot. The room reminded her of the cabin her mom rented every year. The room was in natural beach tones. She could see a window encrusted with sea glass that looked out into blue water–wait blue water? 

Della sat up and slid out of the bed. The floor was freezing but she didn’t care. She was almost positive she was close to her Dad or at the very least Percy. She stumbled for a moment not used to being on her feet. 

There were two double doors a few feet away. Della grabbed a handle and bolted from the room. 

The hallway was fancier than her room, but the architecture told her all she needed to know–she was at her Dad’s place.

Two mermaids spotted her and gasped. 

“Miss Della you should be in bed,” one of them chastised. She had a shimmering pink tail. 

“I’ll go inform Poseidon,” the other said. Her tail was multicolored like the rainbow fish book. 

Rainbow Fish swished back down the hall they’d come from. 

Pink Tail swam towards Della and placed a hand on her forehead. 

“Well, you definitely look better,” she said. “You looked like death when the patrol found you.” 

“What do you–”

“DELLA!” a familiar voice boomed. 

“Tyson?” Della asked. 

The Cyclops tackled her in a giant bear hug. 

“Wait till Percy hears you’re okay! He’s been worried.”

Della hugs her half-brother back.

Percy’s been worried about her? 

“He was so sad when they didn’t find you!” 

“Alright Tyson,” Let her breathe there Kiddo.” A masculine voice laughed. 

“Dad?” Della breathed. 

Tyson let go of her. And moved out of the way. 

At the end of the hallways stood her father Poseidon. He looked similar to the last time she’d seen him. Same fisherman’s getup, the same beard, the same everything really–except now he looked incredibly exhausted. 

She moved towards him but stopped just a few feet in front of him. She didn’t really know what to say to him. 

“Hello, Della,” He smiled. He and Percy shared the same smile. “You’ve been so brave.” 

“Not that I’m not happy to see you but why am I here? I don’t remember–”

Poseidon’s smile fell. “There is much to discuss but you need to get home to your mother and brother.” 

“But–”

“I am very proud of you Della,” Poseidon said. He pulled her into a hug. This was the first hug she’d ever had with her dad. He held her similar to Mom–a hand at the back of her head and the other between her shoulder blades. 

“Never forget little Siren, you are my daughter, not just Percy’s sister.” 

⬳

“The sword, Della,” Annabeth muttered, “Your sword…Hero…cursed blade…” 

Della and Percy looked at each other. Percy nodded at her. 

Della looked at Luke his lip trembled. 

“Del…please…I’ll be good I promise…” 

Della felt tears stream down her face. 

She raised her sword but then she looked back at Percy. 

“Together,” she said. 

“Together,” he said. 

They passed the blade to Luke together. 

Luke without hesitation snatched Leda and he undid his chest plate. He aimed Della’s sword under his left arm and he stabbed himself. 

Leda, Della’s sword clattered to the ground as Luke fell backward. 

Della caught him before his head could hit the hearth. She cradled his head in her lap. 

“Del…” 

“Hey, no none of that,” Della whispered.

Annabeth, Grover, and Percy surround them. They crouch over the pair. 

“I–I’m sorry Beth…” 

“Shh, you were a hero at the end, you’ll go to Elysium.” 

“Did you love me?” he asked looking at Annabeth. 

“At one time but…you were always a brother to me.” 

He nodded and coughed red painted his lips. His eyes gazed up at Della. 

“Del, no matter how much I hurt you…I want you to know I meant it when I said…I love you.” 

Della’s tears cascaded on his brow. She leaned over and kissed his brow. 

“It’s okay…” he said, “it doesn’t hurt.” 

“Luke I love you.” 

He smiled up at her. His eyes went to Percy. Luke brought himself up a smidge and gripped Percy’s sleeve. 

“Ethan. Me. The other unclaimed, don’t let it happen again.” 

“I won’t I promise,” Percy said. 

“Good,” Luke breathed. He fell back into Della’s lap and his hand went slack. 

Della choked on a sob. Grover closed Luke’s unseeing eyes. Annabeth clutched onto Percy’s shoulder. 

“Percy…Della,” Their dad called, awe in his voice, “what…what is this?” 

Percy turned and faced the Olympians. 

“We need a shroud,” he announced, his voice cracked. “We need a shroud for the Son of Hermes.” 

Della tried not to scream. 

[imkazz]

things i will PAY for to have in tsats

1. nico to make a bones joke

2. will to wear cargo pants to tartarus

3. apollo to give them a ride somewhere

4. them to say goodbye to some people

5. wear the ‘tartarus club’ shirt

6. will to critisize the river phleglon (river of fire)

7. nicos big sacrifice to be some super rare mythomagic card he brought

8. them to stop next to elysium to say goodbye to some dead people (jason) edit yk what that would alert hades who expressed that nico dont go back to tartarus

9. bob. please, bob be real.

10. solangelo to meet akhyles (goddess of misery)

11. will to use his glow in tartarus

12. them to hug as they fall down

13. please show meg somewhere i love nico and megs dynamic

14. will to be completely shook that nobody ever brings med kits on quests

15. meet with cupid/eros and will goes completely ballistic

16. apollo cabin to solely refer to nico as ‘brother in law’

17. yk i dont think plauge powers really would fit canon will but its a cool idea to think about @iwnut 

18. the brochure from when percabeth talked to nyx. yes @mistresscitrusslice . let them give their brochure to solangelo. “ok so in about 15 minutes and past the empousi cave, hellhound pack, and plauge spirit home should be the hermes temple” “oh thank the gods”

19. mr d to say goodbye to his favourite demigod and his boyfriend and hand will a rifle/ak47 and go “youre shit with any other weapon. the bullets are already in the bag.”

20. hunters of artemis. just. nico acting uncomfortable and will knowing part of the story so he shields nico away from most of them

21. shelper shelper shelper

22. this ones a bit far but please get married? and will to make a joke about ‘secret jedi wedding’ and for piper to officiate it and leo as the witness because he also made the rings and theyre trying not to rope that many people in

23. will to just say ‘there is a disturbance in the force’ in tartarus

24. nico to still hate pomogranites

25. please let us see nicos zombie chauffur jules-albert somewhere. 

26. mr d to force nico and will to watch something that looks like the orientation film but when they play it its percy and annabeth telling the dos and donts of a quest and percy is such a bad actor that theres so many cuts of percy saying ‘line?’  or ‘whats next’

27. and at the end percy goes ‘well what did you learn about going on your quest?’ dora the explorer style ‘great!’

28. trogs to go ‘ah its the son of hades and his bioluminecient boyfriend’ and will to just give a small sigh

29. mr d to talk to will in private and just: ‘wheel’ ‘thats still not my name’ ‘thats how nico says your name’ ‘well its just his accent’

30. please let there be an oath to styx. just not one as stupid as apollo because nico and will are smarter than that but yk what swearing to an immortal river who will get revenge on you if you break that promise doesnt sound that smart

31. solangelo to run into lukes shoes. we were robbed of this from percy and annabeth. imagine how funny itd be if they just ran into some winged shoes.

32. yk i want nico and thalia to meditate together and when asked what they were doing thalia to just respond ‘photosynthesizing’

33. orpheus and eurydice reference (this actually can become canon because on the cover it shows them holding hands with nico slightly more forward than will and pointing to the doors so nicorpheus and willdice)

34. will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backstory will backst-

35. some memories of nicos for jason to show how much he misses his friend

36. just a fleeting mention of bianca from either of them

37. if theres a will pov make him hate percy. mans was partially responsible for both his older brothers deaths. he did shit to his boyfriend which include strangling him at godsdamned twelve years old. will shouldnt exactly adore percy is more what i mean.

38. solangelo smooch.

39. nico is the new percy of chb. think of it, big 3 kid, very powerful, hero, lives at chb, close to percy, knows a lot of people. nico is just the go-to now that percy is at college and nico is a permanent resident. 

40. nico fan club. made of new younger campers, reyna, will, percy, annabeth, meg, apollo, hades, and a whole bunch of long-time campers.

41. just to have some new campers act like ttc!nico and follow nico around like he did with percy just asking questions and instead of finding them annoying like percy did nico would answer their questions truthfully like how apollo actually did for nico

these arent in order. id die to see the ‘tartarus club’ shirt to be worn by percy annabeth or nico though or at the end of the book for will to be gifted one though and more to be added

[antianakin]

Okay, okay, a new AU with Leia, Reva, and Ahsoka. Ahsoka pops up shortly after ROTJ and Luke LOVES her because all she does is talk about Anakin and how kind he was and how great he was at using a lightsaber and flying shit and keeps comparing him to Anakin blah blah blah, but Leia HATES IT and can barely stand to be around Ahsoka because she has exactly zero interest in listening to stories about how great her family's murderer was before he became a mass murderer or being compared to her family's murderer in any way.

And then Reva shows up and Leia is immediately mistrustful because of their last run-in obviously, and Reva's trying really hard to gain Luke and Leia and Ahsoka's trust and wants to help with the rebuilding of the school, so she mostly keeps her mouth shut when Ahsoka starts talking about Anakin AGAIN, and how great he was.

Until she can't take it anymore and Leia gets to be there the day that Reva responds to Ahsoka telling a story about how great Anakin was with "yeah, you know, there was this one moment I remember where I saw Anakin and thought he was going to save me and he stabbed me in the chest and killed all of my friends and family instead, it was so heart-warming."

Leia decides Reva's her new best friend after that, she's clearly trustworthy and both of them are relieved to have someone who understands them. She loves Luke, she does, but they're never going to see eye to eye about Anakin, and he's got Ahsoka. Leia and Reva swap stories about Obi-Wan instead, or reminisce about their lost homes so at least one person can remember with them.

Reva ends up giving Leia a little Jedi training, helping her hone her skills with the Force and passing on what little she remembers of training at the Temple, meditation mantras and a few teaching phrases that stuck with her.

[dragonciphering]

My teaser for my fic has become a big ass (in my terms) oneshot. So uhhhh here’s some incorrect quotes as compensation. Also most of these ones pertain to this series (the series of oneshots) I’m writing. But they are not in the exact words or in order of happening ;D

<***>

Anakin talking about Obi-Wan, Luke, Qui-gon, and Leia’s Force Ghosts who are watching this time travel fiasco: “Why do you not believe that Force Ghosts are real?”

Ferus, while siping on some tea: “Never seen one. Plus there are no records of any for thousands of years.”

Anakin: “Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.”

Ferus: “Example?”

Anakin: “You can’t see gravity. That’s real.”

Ferus: “I can drop this tea cup.”

Anakin: “Kriff.”

<***>

Ferus: “This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.”

Anakin: “That sounds like a dare to me.”

Ferus bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, inhaling and whispering: “For Force sake—”

<***>

Ferus trying to meditate while Anakin’s in the room: “Force, please give me patience.”

Anakin forgetting he’s not a Sith: “Isn’t it ‘Force give me strength’?”

Ferus, lightly chuckling and running on fumes: *Light chuckle* If the force gave me strength you’d be dead ☺️”

Anakin:

<***>

Anakin: “We had fun, didn’t we, Ferus?”

Ferus: “I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.”

<***>

Anakin: “Good morning. As you begin your day, remember that violence is always an option and often the answer.”

Ferus:

Anakin:

Ferus who knows that’s it’s 5-kriffing-am: “...How did you get into my room? And please, go back to bed.”

<***>

Ferus: “As the most senior padawan here, I say we find another route; it’s not safe for padawans who haven’t been on a mission before.”

Anakin: “That sounds like a challenge.”

Ferus: “I have to stress, that is not a challenge.”

Anakin who’s still trying to stop falling into his old Sith habits: “...That is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted!”

Ferus: “There is no challenge!”

<***>

Anakin: “If you don't stop talking, I'm going to jump out of that window. “

Ferus: “...We're on the ground floor.”

Anakin: “I know but I want a dramatic exit.”

<***>

Anakin: Ferus, do you consider me your rival and a good person?”

Ferus: “Of course I do!”

Anakin: “Would you still if I did something bad?”

Ferus: “Well, of course I… would…”

Anakin: “I mean something really, really—”

Ferus: “Anakin…what did you do?”

<***>

Anakin: “Tell them to eat banthashit, Ferus.”

Ferus: “Tell them yourself.”

Anakin: “Eat banthashit, motherkriffer. Fall on your own lightsaber.”

<***>

Ferus: “That was the worst throw ever, probably of all time.”

Anakin: “Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.”

<***>

Ferus: “Could I have some water?”

Anakin: *starts chugging their water bottle*

Anakin: *chokes from drinking too fast*

Anakin: *spills water all over himself*

Anakin, coughing: “I don't have any water.”

Ferus:

<***>

Ferus, injured: “Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?”

Anakin being a smart ass: “Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.”

Ferus, sarcastically and still injured: “Okay yeah thanks Anakin, that's great but wHERE'S THE KRIFFING FIRST AID KIT!?”

<***>

(And a bonus for my mutual @t1nytinn who I now owe my first born child to, due to their sacrifice of doing a shit tone of math for my sake)

Ferus who’s on his last nerve: “When I was your age—”

Anakin, mockingly: “When I was your height!”

Ferus:

Anakin:

Ferus:

Anakin, realizing what he just said: “Wait, ah kriff, I didn’t mean that— *nervous laugh* Please don’t kill me—”

Ferus, in all his queer glory:

<***>

Should I make more?

[teagrl]

“She relaxed just ever so slightly, shifting her weight to her back foot. “When the Empire trained me, I learned a lot of the things all of you are learning. I practiced them and perfected them. You and I have trained together with lightsabers. Do you think I picked all that up in an afternoon or two of quick study?”

I shrugged. “Well, with Kam and me as examples, it’s possible.”

“Cute, Corran, but you know it’s not true.”

-I, Jedi (Stackpole)

In which I nitpick obnoxiously:

This is part of what irritates me about the novel (apart from so many things). Zahn makes it clear Mara DIDN'T learn "a lot of the things" that Luke's Jedi are learning. She was an investigator with an added Force zing. She didn't even duel with a lightsaber during that time according to canon (she used it as a tool to open shit and bat blaster bolts, the only mention of a duel is her against Lumiya detailed in extraneous material in which btw she lost AND lost her lightsaber) .

What kills me (and this is as usual me being an annoying, nitpicky fan), is the utter lack of introspection in the post RotJ EU which basically says that lifting rocks and lightsaber dueling are the end all of what Jedi are. I get why. It's not fun to talk about meditation or philosophical problems. It's hard to write about being "in touch" with the Force. It's funner to write lightsaber duels.

At the same time, it really bothers me to have "Jedi" being boiled down to "martial artist."

(An "investigator," even an "assassin" is also not a "martial artist." The skill set is different though it has some overlap.)

I also quibble here with "when the Empire trained me." Mara wasn't trained by the Empire, she was trained by Palpatine, her loyalty was to HIM not the institution of the Empire. This is a pretty big characterization point considering her feelings towards the post Palpatine Empire in TTT. And perfected what exactly? Investigation? Espionage? Use of force warning?

This whole section is a great example of how shit that works for the fanboys does not work for me.

[invisibleraven]

It’s not that Alex wanted to be up this early, believe him he would love to be able to sleep in for once.

And the Greater Polyphantoms Polycule?

It’s not that Alex wanted to be up this early, believe him he would love to be able to sleep in for once.

It's just that Grammy noms come out at the crack of dawn, and with Flynn on the other side of the country with Carrie to promote her fashion line, Alex was the one elected to get everyone up to watch in case they got a nomination.

Willie was first, given he was sharing a bed with him the night before, and usually an early bird. All it took was a few kisses and he was up making coffee while Alex dealt with the other three.

Thankfully the boys were curled around Julie like a pile of codependent puppies, so that meant he didn't waste precious time searching.

Julie was easy to wake up, wave a mug of coffee under her nose and she was a pretty easy riser-even if you weren't allowed to talk to her until she had drained that first cup.

Luke was a restless sleeper as it was, and deprived of his favourite teddy bear-aka Julie, he snuffled awake soon after, blinking up at Alex with a confused expression on his face.

"Surprised you fell asleep with what day it is," Alex said wryly.

Luke leapt out of bed at that, demanding to know if the ceremony had started, running around manically until Julie sat him down with some calming tea and his guitar. "You've got about twenty minutes, it's okay mi vida," Julie assured him.

"Which might be how long it takes for us to get Sleeping Beauty up," Willie joked, pointing at the still slumbering Reggie.

Reggie was a notoriously heavy sleeper, usually needing several alarms to even get him close to drowsy and not log like. Alex often envied him that ability, especially on the tour bus, where Alex usually dozed more than anything.

"Hey Reg, wake up, we got trophies to collect!" Luke yelled, bouncing on the chair.

"Luke, chill. Drink your tea man," Alex cautioned. "You'll burn out before they get to us at this rate."

Willie took Luke aside for some meditation and breathing while Julie went down to the kitchen to make food. Leaving Alex with Rip Van Winkle.

He knew shaking Reggie would never work, and though he was tempted, tossing water on him would only earn Julie's ire since it was her bed. So Alex went for his tried and true approach-tickles.

Reggie squirmed awaked, giggling, batting Alex's merciless fingers away after a few minutes, glaring at the drummer. "Man Lexie, what gives?"

"Luke was about to vibrate out of his skin if you didn't get up in time for the Grammy noms," Willie supplied.

"Oh shit, I knew I was supposed to set an alarm for something," Reggie said with a snap of his fingers, then leapt out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

None of them knew how he did that either.

The rest of the morning was a blur of celebrations, phone calls, interviews, and a whole lot of screaming.

But they were all passed out in Julie's oversized bed by mid afternoon, and Alex already called not it for next time. And every year after that-of which there would be many.

Everyone declared that was more than fair before drifting off into sleep, cuddled together, already dreaming of glory and just where to put all their new statues.

[retconsatlightspeed]

The Saber & The Last Jedi

Continuing my post about Luke on the Island, I think I want to focus in on how I would have handled that weighty piece of symbolism.

It's a common talking point among the chuds that Luke tossing the saber was "disrespectful" to starwars fans, and while I think most of them are idiots, I think I'd change how that note was played.

Like a lot of fans of the 1.5 good movies in the sequel trilogy, I was really disappointed that Rey didn't get her own saber (or any actual jedi training but that's for another post) until post the resolution.

Fallen Order is by far my favourite piece of starwars media ever, so I'm infinity biased towards meaningful character growth as expressed through laser sword construction.

So here's my Pitch:

Have Luke drop the saber after Rey hands it to him. Holding it with reverence for but a moment before it slips from his hands. Play the following moment for laughs, sure, as a shocked Rey races after the priceless heirloom down all those stone steps she just spent an hour walking up before it tumbles into the sea (have her make that adorable panic/confounded scrunchy face) but then we turn the camera back to Luke and we see our lost hero is awash in utmost sorrow. For Rey the saber symbolizes hope, heroism, king arthur style YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE shit. Her job was to get it back to him, a nobody playing errand girl for a legend. For Luke, that sword is a representation of all his failures. His failure to live up to the legacy of the Jedi, his initial failure to defeat Vader, his later failure to stop Kylo, his failure to protect the galaxy since. That saber is HEAVY, and he cannot carry that weight.

The Saber is going to be the central motif around which this mentor student relationship is going to be formed. It's a passing of the torch, but not in the heavy handed IP servicing manner of Rey taking on the skywalker name. We're going to go back to the roots of Starwars as a Samurai story, As a martial arts story, and we're going to do it using the themes that episode 7 established god damn it.

Quick recap of my headcanons and a few things you need to know:

Forces awakens is centrally ABOUT the legacy of Starwars. There's nostalgia and fan service, yes, but it also has a lot to say ABOUT nostalgia. That's why our main villain is a Darth Vader fanboy who's at the head of an army of Neonazis, none of which are happy that all these... other people hold any power in the galaxy

In my own telling of events, Luke went to the island not to give up, but in an attempt to reconnect with the force after Kylo defeated him and severed his connection. His isolation started as an attempt to become the hero the galaxy needed him to be again, and he's all but lost hope.

Rey asks Luke to come back and join the fight, Luke says he can't, he's not ready. Delightful bickering ensues with Rey being flabbergasted that the hero she's been inspired by since childhood would sit by let things in the galaxy get worse (hey there new fans, this remind you of anything?). Luke, now a crabby old man, gets to use all of Mark Hamil's genius comedic delivery.

Eventually we're led to a scenic overlook/meditation circle and Luke Challenges Rey to reach out and feel the island. It's a holy place, suffused with the force, and here we get to see a bit of what Luke must have been like as a teacher, calmly guiding her through the opening of her force-sense the way that Obi-wan taught him.

Luke, serious: "Can you feel it... can you FEEL it? Racing through everything, Binding everything together? " Rey, awed: " Yes... I think...I Yes I.." Luke, deadpan " .....because I can't"

More Shocked Rey, more bickering, Luke's getting more resentful, it's like the galaxy threw this girl in his face to remind him of everything he failed at (it did, he just hasn't realized what that MEANS yet). Luke puts his foot down and tells her to go home, he'll come back when the force has spoken to him and told him how to fix all this.

Rey almost considers it... she takes a step down the trail while Luke moves to return to his hermitage, there's a pause.

R, hesitant, turning something over in her mind, knows Luke is carrying so many burdens and she's about to add more: "You really can't feel the force anymore?" L, irritated, barely paying her any more attention: no R, turning to face him: Then you wouldn't know.... Han Solo, he's dead.

Luke, looks at her, all his sourness melting away but it's different than when he held the sword. This isn't the old Jedi master feeling the weight of his burden, this is Luke Skywalker, the boy who risked everything to save his best friends, learning that one of those friends has died and he didn't even know. Twenty years on a rock trying to find an answer to save his friends and he's STILL failing them. He crumples, Rey rushes to pick him up she's all apologies she barely understands. She was there she saw it happen, she let it happen, she FELT it happen

L, talking over her, grabbing onto her robes and arms to PULL himself up and look at her face to face, there is a FIRE in his eyes now, This is Anakin's son. : "Come inside, Tell me Everything"

There's a few more beats I want to hit but I'm not sure about the exact order.

Luke Reunite with Chewie and R2

Evening's fallen and Luke comes to share Rey's fire as she looks out over the sea. A shared sorrow has bridged the gap between them a little. Luke insists that he can't come back, Rey protests, but he interjects that he can still do good. He's willing to teach her. She felt the island so she must have some talent. Rey is blindsided, she honoured by the prospect but she thought she was just bringing Luke back, she doesn't have time to train, she has to get back to her friends, the resistance, the fight against the first order. Can't he come back with her? Luke clues her in that the force brought them both here, to this place, it's special, it's their chance to rebuild the Jedi the right way.

Something something subspace beacon signalling back to their friends that they're alright. Gives us a chance to cut away to the B story for a while.

Rey's training is going spottily. she's got an instinctive connection with the force, bolstered by the island, but she's chafing against the Jedi temple approved curriculum that Luke salvaged from his first school/the empire's archives. She already KNOWS how to fight, but she's trained with a staff, so when they're using training swords she keeps attacking form a further reach or grabbing what would be the lightsaber's blade. Luke chides her about burning off her hand (he's got a metal one)

After a particular frustrating lesson they get into Rey's preconceived notions of what the Jedi were like ( more accurately, what LUKE was like, because that's her one touch stone) and how when she was left alone on Jakku she would imagine all these things. T, and then a pause about Rey being left alone, a comedic and decisive " I'm NOT your father" from Luke, followed up with " One thing I've learned, you don't need to be from somewhere to be special. The force doesn't care, and its better that way" . This leads them to commiserating about how AWFUL their respective desert planets were. We see that they're growing closer.

Also a chance for Luke to hint about his personal life, he was close to a few people over the years ( Wiggle room for every shipper in the galaxy), but between dismantling the empire and founding the new Jedi he never had time to start a family, there was always something else ( here we see how much being "the hero" has taken from him.)

End of the movie's coming up, it's been something like a month or two. Rey's weathered and calloused but she's in the best fighting shape she's ever been. She's got pretty good with the lightsaber but it's slow going. Luke's really gotten back into teaching, Rey help inspired hope in him, but now he's putting the weight of heroism onto her shoulders, hoping that she can correct HIS failures, the way Obi-wan did with him. R2 has been waging war against the porgs infesting the falcon, Chewie has himself a cozy little fishing hut by the shoreline and is fully on vacation by this point.

Rey fails yet another Jedi test, both she and Luke are frustrated. Our friends have recovered important information in the B plot and Rey knows that if she doesn't rejoin them soon she's effectively going to miss out on the next movie. A forboding storm thunders on the horizon, Luke catches Rey looking at it and cautions " You're not ready for that" , idly rubbing the place where he lost his hand. Rey questions whether she'll ever be ready. She's not him, she's not a Jedi, she's Rey from knowhere and however lucky she's been up to this point she was never MEANT to be here. It SHOULD be him. Luke feels shame again, and ends the lesson, tells her to get ready for supper. Rey eyes a nearby boat.

Cut ahead, Chewie's got a weird but delicious alien fish ready to eat and the rain is baring down outside. Asks where Rey is and we have a bit of fun with the puppets, before he looks outside the window and centers our view of a section of jagged rock barely cresting out of the waves, far from the island.

Rey's paddled out to this crumbling stone edifice and is doing saber katas on the stones in the middle of the storm. It's clear that she's done this before but never in such harsh weather. She slips, makes mistakes, but keeps on with it. Her form is approaching the super elaborate flourishes of the prequel era. The thunder rumbles and lighting strikes one of the rocks nearby her, causing it to crumble. She refocuses on the storm. The rumble reminds her of the earth splitting open back at starkiller base, jumping between rocks reminds her of her fight with Kylo. She goes through it again, harder, trying to make up for inexperience with effort. The wind howls worse and thunder rumbles again, Rey leaps in the air and DEFLECTS LIGHTING WITH HER SWORD, causing the bolt to streak off and cause an explosion in the water. Then another, then another, She HAS THIS, mostly.

Out of the depths comes a giant predatory eel monster, drawn by the explosions and looking for a snack. She could probably take it if they were on a level playing field, but she's on a very un-level series of rock pillars and is going to have to fight both the monster AND the weather.

The fight is tense, jumping between rocks, dodging waves and lighting bolts and razor teeth, slipping and falling into the water, barely managing to scramble out. Just when she's ready to land a killing blow the beast thrashes, getting hold of her leg in its jaw and CRUNCHES, shredding muscle and bone before throwing her aside to brutally impact a stone pillar and sending the saber out into the ocean. Ray, desperate, knowing the creature is closing in reaches out for her weapon with the force just like she did at the end of the last film.. and just like last time it comes ripping through the air, only to be struck by lightning in the middle of its arc. Shock sets in, she tries to get up and it becomes very evident that she's both badly injured and has broken atleast one of her legs. Disbelief surges through her, shame, failure. Getting the shit kicked out of her might not be worse that DESTROYING LUKE SKYWALKER'S LIGHTSABER.

The beast rises, ready to devour her. Rey's hurt it and there's more malice than hunger in its eyes at this point. The thunder rumbles again, and there's a flash... and the familiar sound of the Millennium Falcon's guns firing cuts through the sound of the storm as it lands a direct hit on the monster.

Cut to Luke Skywalker in the GUNNER SEAT . He's left the island and in a moment of desperation he's remembered that he was still a hero LONG before he became a Jedi Master. Force or no force he's still that idiot farmboy who heard the call of someone in trouble and left everything behind to save them. With Chewie at the helm The Falcon does a strafing run through the storm to scare the eel away before lowering down its platform to get Rey back up. Cut to a shot of Luke on the platform bathed in light which is shining down on Rey, his hand outstretched to her this time, the hero she heard about as a kid. The Force has delivered the answer he sought.

It's the next day, the storm has parted and the clouds are picking up the colours of sunrise. Rey's bandaged as best they can, wrapped in a blanket, Luke's changed out of his hermit robes and into something nice... ish. They look out over the water and once the niceties are out of the way, Luke Mentions that they're getting ready to leave.

Rey is shocked, she's not ready, she wasn't ready for the lighting stones so she won't ever be ready, she's never going to be a Jedi.

Luke agrees, but maybe that's not such a bad thing. Like him the Jedi lost sight of the people for the sake of an ideal, and trying to stick to that ideal is what kept him on this island while the galaxy descended into war yet again. It was the same dogmatism that let his father sip down the darkside and doomed the old republic. Doomed them. In trying to recreate their ways he was losing sight of the people again, lost sight of his nephew.

He will be the last Jedi, but she's going to be something else, something better, and he's going to Be there for her the way he wishes his mentors could have been there for him.

The sun's risen while they were talking, Chewie roars, R2 beeps, It's time to get going. Luke says he's all packed and pats the holster containing the Jedi texts he collected, but asks her if there's anything she's forgetting.

Rey's puzzled, before Luke nods to the sea.

R: " But It's... I lost it, it's gone" L: "Nothing's ever gone, It just... changes, and everything has to change sometime."

Rey holds her hand out to the ocean, tentatively, she pulls, but her force falters, her faith wavers. Luke's hand settles over hers. He still hasn't gotten his powers back, but together they pull and the broken pieces of his lightsaber come up from the water, glistening, dawn playing in the kyber crystal.

The Gang takes off in the Falcon, off into what we realize is a binary sunrise, it's a long hyperspace Journey back to the Resistance. Interspersed we see Rey tinkering on something, putting that scavenger knowhow to use. The Falcon Lands, we have a wordness reunion between our friends. Luke and Leia, Rey, Finn, Poe, and Rose (looking a little worse for wear after their adventures). Everyone is crowding around Luke, but we see Rey being helped into a high tech cast, which allows her to stand on her injured leg Without needing to use her staff, like she has been since disembarking. Standing proudly as she can, and mostly to show off to her friends, flips a newly installed switch midway down the haft, causing the upper end to ignite in a flickering blade, the Pieces of Luke's old saber incorperated into its design. It's not like any lightsaber that's come before it, but it's hers. The shot pans out as she realizes that more and more eyes are turning to her, Luke having silently directed all the attention that was on him to her, his apprentice.

The torch has been passed, and we have a new hero.

[narcissusbrokenmirror]

Caleb said "our gifts are so rare, so special" as if not every ghost can do it, plus when Willie looked surprised after Alex said he could become visible playing with Julie.

However, my vision on Caleb is that he is a liar manipulative predator. so obviously he'd try to make the boys feel special and unique before trapping them into a spell.

So i think ghosts can have tons of abilities that all they need is time and practice to control, like when Alex learned how to hold things properly. So here is a list of things i think ghosts can do in the jatp universe:

Transportation: ofc. we've seen it. they poof in. They poof out. No biggie. Except how far it goes? How many ghosts can they transport? Can they transport lifers? it's probably the easiest ghost skills to have.

Objects Summoning: sure they can summon their instruments bc is attached to their souls but i doubt they can't learn to summom any object they put their mind to, if they can play it, they can conjure it. Could be learned through concentration, bc it might sound easy like poofing from place to place, but it'd involve traveling actual material objects through space, and since touching and holding stuff is also something u need to put your mind to it, certainly it also needs concentration.

Energy Control: Willie can flick the cop's vehicle lights. and flicking lights has always been a ghost thing. They could definitely learn that skill for special stage effects, watch the tv w/o touching the remote, pass messages, freak someone out, create a distraction, infinite possibilities. I also think they could absorb that energy within themselves and release it somewhere else.* It could be learned through concentrating and finding the right timing (i think Alex would master it.)

* if ghosts are made of energy and air there's no way they can't interact with other kinds of energy. magic and science are just like batman and bruce wayne.

Levitating: Caleb can levitate, other ghosts might as well. i think they could achieve by meditating and learning to clear their mind. (Reggie would kill it y'all) they could also lift other objects without actual touch them. imagine their final battle with Caleb and just as they are going to lose, Caleb falls on his face bc someone (reggie) tried to catch a heavy object and it accidentally hit Caleb's head?

Becoming Visible/Tangible: They can do it, we've seen it. ofc it was a magic move after a power of friendship moment, But, i believe they could figure out how to control who can see/touch them and who can't, my guess is that they'd have to visualize and wish to be perceived by someone. same goes for being heard or not. (Luke can work this one easy bc he has a need to be perceived) and since Caleb can make a whole bunch of ghosts appear and disappear, im sure Alex could make Willie visible for Julie.

Possession: im gonna guess this is some unethical shit bc u can actually damage someone's soul by trying to hijack their body. but im sure they could impersonate someone and absorb their energy, so u can control them better. Caleb is putting it off tho.

Energy Sharing: this one is very oc if im being honest. but imagine a ghost having such positive or negative energy from feelings he suppressed or expressed vividly before they died, so they could project that energy in a way that could affect people and ghosts around them? It might not be the best power bc its kinda nonconsenting, but it can also be hard to acknowledge they have a power like that.

That's mostly it. I dont think Willie knows all of the ghosts skills, i guess Caleb just lied to him as he did to the others, but he can groq out of it and learn. Sure some of these requires some focus and that might be hard for Alex, but learning skills can go different for everyone. sure one is gotta get it easier than others but these boys are musicians, they're used to combining their different skills together.