#Rachel posting

[f1zhst1ckz]

Yo, Brute, keep it together I knew you would come far Now you're truly an Engel. Smell how gangsta you are

[meangirlsautism]

im not waiting to psot this actually. not even a huge fan tbh so ill probably remake but

talked w/ @cannibalcult last night about how the LIS characters would do in a YJ situation

[unknownn-girl]

[mazzystar24]

You know what I love and just applaud Rachel zegler for doing so well? Making Lucy gray’s mannerisms and tone slightly different whenever she’s performing for the cameras e.g the scene at the zoo when she was being asked questions

More than that I love that in every scene with Coriolanus she doesn’t do that tone or mannerisms EXCEPT THE LAST SCENE SHE HAS WITH HIM BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARS

Like everything about it from the tone of voice to the way that she said “I’m not made out of sugar” to the way that she smiled was just so eerily similar to the way that she acts when she is preforming for an audience

Like I cant be the only one who sees how different she acts

Look at that! that’s a woman PREFORMING if I ever saw one

But what’s so important is that SHE IS preforming, she’s made her choice, she knows she has to leave but she also knows that she is talking to someone who is extremely volatile and has shown that he can kill so she has to bide her time and play it perfectly to disappear like she needed to

So she preforms to stay alive, just like she did in the games, Lucy gray’s last performance was actually this conversation- not any song.

[demigods-posts]

there's no way you could convince me that percy and rachel weren't the best of fucking buddies. rachel stayed spending the night at the apartment and painting cool designs on percy's nails. and i just know percy had that face mask and skin care routine ready. and you better believe they were awake well past the crack of dawn. the 'wicked' soundtrack quietly underscoring their gossiping sessions about the latests scandals. and sharing conspiracies that would get them cancelled if the walls could talk. maybe it didn't have to be romantic!!! maybe all it had to be was good!!!! don't even play with me right now!!!!

[xosiren]

Fashion

[modawg]

percy would legit be one of the hardest ppl to get over if you had any type of feelings for that man

like swear you’d like be waiting for him to do smth bad or look ugly waiting for that ick and IT WOULD NEVER COMEEEE

like if you look at nico bro is SCRAPING THE BARREL for ANYTHING to dislike abt percy

percy smiles a little too bright nico has to turn away and mentally remind himself that percy was one of the last ppl to see his sister alive

rachel legit can’t like him so she probably just watches from afar and she’s chill anyway

if calypso found out percy planted that little flower she gave him and subsequently learned he liked planting and kept that flower alive in her memory??? ITD BE WRAPSSSSSSS

like percy is legit just such a good person that anytime someone has a crush on him 🙏🏼 thoughts and prayers bc that crush is haunting you for the rest of your life

ik moving to new rome is gonna kick start that too bc i feel like chb everyone’s gotten used to him yk everyone’s like “sigh there’s percy and his beautiful face and nice laugh and good morals and self sacrificing ways sigh annabeth sure is lucky love those two together tbh”

but now they’re being introduced to all these new ppl who have to learn that percy is simply percy and bro is wifed up

[jackietaylorsghost]

BOTTOMS (2023) + text posts Dir. Emma Seligman

[rosaeh]

my jason todd's headcanons :

white streak and autopsy scar are a MUST

i think he has like brown hair that looks black

i also like the idea of him having a scar on his eyebrow.

also all over his arms like in juni ba's the boy wonder.

i don't really know about men's size and weight, but to me he is like 190cm with broad shoulders. he is really buff.

i said it before and I'll say it again : jason is so hozier coded

i like blue eyes jason as robin then they turn green after the lazurus pit. but what i like the most is heterochromia jason with a blue eye and a green one. (i once saw a fanart of him like this and i never found it ever again i feel devastated)

roman nose jason todd save me

this man is a YEARNER

like when he is in love, he loves. so deeply. he can feel it in his bones. he may love "quietly", settling for sweet gestures but the love behind it is so deep, that to you it is loud.

to me, he literally embodies the sentence "if i loved you less id be able to talk about it more" (emma, jane austen)

he loves to cradle your face to kiss you.

coping mechanism is obviously sarcasm

he loves to tease you and loves even more when you tease back.

when you sit together and he holds your hand, he tends to brush his thumb over the back of your hand, and leans down to kiss your knuckles.

he is the kind of guy to walk in front of you in a crowded place and like put his hand behind his back, trying to reach for yours.

these tiktoks in which someone is filming their bf/gf face before they saw them is so jason. like dude has a rbf but as soon as his eyes land on you it softens.

he loves greek mythology because i love greek mythology and i said so

he is both street and book smart

he writes poetry for you but never give it to you unless he's not there when you read it

remember every mundane things you (or his family even) say but will act like it's no big deal

just love to please you, to see you smile.

as for smoking, i don't really know if i like the idea of jason smoking or not. on one side it has so cute things that can be written with it, but on the other side i feel like he wouldn't smoke because he tries to have healthy habits to stay fit and all. but it could also be a self destructive habit. so i don't know😫

anyway if you don't like cigarettes and he does smoke, he would never smoke in front of you. he would even be willing to try and quit if you asked him to.

overall he is a lover boy🫶

omg i almost forgot about the scar on his cheek. i saw a fanart in which the scar made like a smile on his face but we could also see a "j" and i loved it. also i think the scar ride up to his hair above his ear.

[alienbycomics]

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[loubetcha]

bottoms text posts (pt. 1?)

[f1zhst1ckz]

The delicate peace of Ahelia’s chamber was shattered. The door, a barrier of intricately carved wood meant to whisper tranquility, slammed open with the force of a battering ram. Rachel stood framed in the doorway, a whirlwind of frantic energy and raw terror. Her voice, thick with a sob, clawed its way through the sudden silence.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM?!" she shrieked, the words echoing off the stone walls. Her body trembled, every inch of her radiating a desperate panic.

Ahelia, who had been quietly settling herself after what felt like an eternity of turmoil, blinked at the eruption. Her bow, a familiar companion, lay peacefully at her side. "Rachel?" she asked, her voice a soft counterpoint to the storm her daughter had unleashed.

Rachel surged forward, a wounded creature desperate for solace. "Mama! Mamamamama! Brutus! He… he’s… I don’t know what's happening to him! His words—they're all twisted, everything he says! He's…distorted! I can't even understand a single word! I think… I think Father—he corrupted him, Mama! Worse than he ever corrupted me!" Each word was laced with a fresh wave of hysteria.

She was a mess. Her cheeks were streaked with blood and tears, the vibrant color a stark contrast to her pale skin. She looked down at the floor, as though she could find the answers within the cold stone, then her eyes, haunted and raw, snapped back to her mother. This was not the Rachel, the cruel instigator Ahelia knew. This…this was a child terrified.

Ahelia's face softened. She reached out a hand, her touch gentle, "Hush, my child. Hush. It's going to be alright. Brutus...my boy...he's still there, I know him, there's always light in him," she soothed, her voice a balm on the raw edges. "I know he's in there somewhere."

"But, Mama..." Rachel's voice wavered, a pathetic plea.

Ahelia’s gentle hand became a firm one, her eyes, once soft, hardened. "Rachel. Where is he?"

"I… I think he—" the words stumbled and caught in her throat as she fought for breath.

Ahelia’s patience snapped. The softness vanished as her voice boomed with authority, laced with a razor's edge. "WHERE. IS. HE."

Rachel flinched, her shoulders shaking with a renewed wave of sobs. "He's…he's in the forest, Mama! Please, be careful! Look… look what he did to my arm!" She held out her arm, a grotesque display of torn flesh, the bone exposed and glistening. Blood dripped from the ravaged limb, pooling on the floor, a cruel testament to Brutus’s escalating corruption.

Ahelia's eyes, hardened like granite, locked on the wound. For a moment, the weight of fear pressed down, but then, a cold steel resolve settled in her gaze. Her hand closed around the intricate grip of her bow. Wings of pure light unfolded from her back, arching high above her like a glorious, albeit lethal, mantle.

"I am going to find my son," she stated, her voice low and resonant with the power of a celestial warrior. "You," Ahelia turned to Rachel, her eyes burning with a fierce command. "You find a way to stop your father. I won't let him take another one." And with a thrust of her powerful wings, she was gone, a beacon of righteous fury disappearing into the raging storm.

Rachel has shifted.

[orofeaiel]

Rachel Lake, Washington

[godly-mistake]

child Annabeth watching her father choose an easier mortal family without any demigod baggage attached to it over her and shunt her to the side

15 yr old Annabeth thinking she's watching that start to unfold a second time

[arkhamsbrat]

you were robbed of summer, i was robbed of you

jason todd x civilian reader

when jason left, your light did too. six years of your life spent attached at jason’s hip crumbled around you with one knock on your door, and a small shoe box of old journals and trinkets was placed in your hands. they told you the funeral was that next week. you barely had time to register that they told you how he really died. asked you to keep it to yourself.

that boy you spent your childhood with, running through dark allies and making the best of your shitty little lives was gone. the boy who read to you, sat in the gamestop and played the trial of mario kart with you til you got kicked out, gone. you didn’t even get to say goodbye. they didn’t even let you see him before they buried him.

at least the bastard pitied you was kind enough to let you visit Mr. Wayne’s graveyard. you left letters, flowers, anything that reminded you of him. there were too many times that Mr. Wayne found you passed out against his tombstone. you’d wake up back in your own home, unsure of how you got there. it didn’t matter.

the next four years were miserable, barely scraping by without a few trips to the hospital from your constant exhaustion. you made it, at least. got a little cat to give you something to motivate you. her name was robin. a little stray you found on your fire escape. jason would’ve loved her.

you could see it when you closed your eyes. jason sitting on your couch, crooked smile wide as robin climbed all over him. how he’d whisper to her when he thought you couldnt hear. you saw him everywhere, doing everything. because that’s where he should be.

heroes came back all the time. the flashes, superboy, impulse, even batman. what did you need to do to bring him back? what did you have to give up? did you need to tear yourself in two all over again just to get your best friend back?

these thoughts played over and over, every single day that passed. it got to the point where you could see little silver hairs sprouting out of your head after april passed. they got thicker in august, when you kneeled by the edge of your toilet and sobbed so hard you got sick. he should be 21 now, piss drunk on your ragged old couch and cackling at how you stumbled around.

you felt pathetic when robin came and nuzzled at your leg, meowing for your attention. you ran your fingers through her fur before pulling her into your arms, feeling her purr. “how dumb do i look right now, jayce?” you muttered to yourself, bitterly. “makin’ you real proud, i bet.”

you didn’t hear the boots hit against your fire escape, nor did you see red hood slink down to peer through your smudged windows. it’d become a habit of his, though he was disappointed you weren’t as aware of your surroundings as you should’ve been.

jason watched. almost nightly. thats more than what he thought he deserved. nearly threw up in his mask the first time he saw your grey streak, stress induced.

the two of you were strangers now, he reminded himself consistently. the boy you knew was long gone, and he strongly doubted you would ever accept any of his changes. he’d hoped you’d changed for the worst. maybe he’d find something he could move on from. something to hate you for. maybe he could throw away the letters he wrote to you in hopes that one day he could come to you. in hopes he’d be able to come home.

thats what he’d always found in you. he craved it- the simplicity of you. hell, he’d even take you yelling at him for being stupid. for leaving you. he’d find a home in that, as long as it was your voice raising at him. before he came back, he was afraid you’d forgotten. he’d hoped you didn’t, in a fucked up way he hoped you’d hurt the same way he did. that you’d never forgotten him.

he regretted those wishes the minute he saw you crying over a cheap cookie with a candle stabbed through, drunk off your own ass. the date didn’t even cross his mind when he landed, only looking to check in on you. he had to fight back his own tears when it dawned on him. even now, you cared about his birthday?

if he wasn’t so stupid you wouldn’t be alone. if he didn’t care so much, if he didn’t go to-

you looked up before he got to finish any of his thoughts, letting out a shrill scream when you saw the masked vigilante on your fire escape. if he wasn’t so upset he would’ve laughed at how fast you grabbed your cat and raced to your bedroom, nearly tripping against the toys strewn about the floor. he’d wanted to mock you about how you spoiled that cat. jason wanted to be with you again. to be normal with you.

he’d never see you again if he could just tell you that you’re what got him through it all. it’s always been you, always will be. thirty minutes pass while he contemplated if he deserves to be selfish with you before he just said fuck it. he slid your window open and slipped through, searching for your room.

he’d get on you about actually locking the damn window later.

jason couldn’t find it in him to care about hiding that it was him. it was you he was telling. no matter the fear blooming from deep withinin him, he knew you’d see him. trust him. love him, if he let you.

the red hood mask got thrown onto your couch while he scrambled to your door. he knew you could hear his footsteps, probably scared shitless. how was he supposed to start this?

“been a long time…” he spoke, barely able to mask the shake in his voice. “i didn’t… i didn’t think you’d still think about me, honestly. i hoped you did, but… everyone else seemed to replace me. shoulda known you never would’ve…” jason couldn’t feel how his whole body shook as he kept speaking, barely remembering when he slid down to the floor.

“thought about you every god damn day, y’know? always wanted to tell you that. wondered if you went to school. if you were still damn awful at chemistry… did’jya start workin’ at that little cafe? said y’would once you turned sixteen…” he rambled on, tears spilling down his scarred cheeks. “i know y’don’t know me anymore… y’lost your jason… but i probably lost my you too… y’look miserable. that my fault too?”

jason heard the floorboards creak from the other side of the door. a quiet shuffling, alongside a very upset meow as a cats paw swiped under the door, catching at his jeans. he laughed quietly, setting his hand down so the cat could paw at him instead of the jeans that he just stole off some douchebag that tried to mug a mother thrifted. he felt his whole body tense when you finally spoke. “her name’s robin… thought jason would’ve liked that. none’a this is his fault.”

“i do.” he pressed his head against the door, seconds away from begging you to open it. a cat… you named your scraggly ass cat after him. you sounded exhausted- if he could snap his fingers and take it all from you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. “jason’s dead… they said he got killed by…” he let out a sharp sigh. “i wanted to come back to you, i swear. it’s a real long story.”

he heard more shuffling behind the door, and then a click. your head peeked through the crack. “…i never make plans on your birthday…i have time?” for the first time in a long time, jason felt a small smile pull at the corner of his mouth. “are you gonna remember any of this in the morning, drunkard?”

his grin widens when you shrug, teary eyes boring into his. “then i get to see you for the first time all over again. jackass.”

[demigods-posts]

growing up is realizing that rachel was exactly who percy needed in that period of his life. because she knew enough about the demigod world that percy could confide in her about the responsibilities as the prophecy kid. but was also separate enough from the demigod world that she never placed him on a pedestal or pitied him for it. she never looked at him like he was a dead man walking. or expected him to become something more than himself to get the job done. say what you want about their relationship. but no one. not sally. not paul. not poseidon. not chiron. not grover. and definitely not annabeth. could have been for percy what rachel was for him.