#THANK YOU MISS DANA!!

[krakenshaped]

ASK GAME BLAST! how bout idolshipping and/or jewelshipping? :3

TWO VERY GOOD CHOICES!!!

Idolshipping first!

I forgot to fill in I enjoy/create fanworks of them but yes, I am SO normal about idols. So normal. I am Normal about Tenjoin Fubuki and Marufuji Ryo period. Don't even worry about (<- fucking deranged)

Jewelshipping!

Okay so I ramble with this one so more under the cut

Confessing now that I do not dabble much in Johan shipping because I'm very picky about how the fandom depicts him BUT. This one has a lot of potential, I wish they touched on in the show. I feel that way about a lot of Johan ships. Jewelshipping is cute!! I like it!! My biggest gripe though is that so many fics are Johan/Manjoume/Judai and I don't fuck w them as a polycule y'know? Get that mf OUT of there!!!

There's so many ways they could interact come to think of it. Johan being a hyperactive, socially awkward introvert and Manjoume being a preppy asshole who's secretly very kind is a pretty fun dynamic. Especially when you put Johan's playful mischievousness together with Manjoume's hot head and dry sense of humour.

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Okay analysing this ship has given me more fondness towards it so this chart is no longer accurate but tldr I like Jewelshipping but dislike fandom interpretations and the forced-polyculeification of it.

[carefulfears]

I hate when people dismiss the Phoebe thing as Scully simply having been jealous. She was his best friend first, and she did what any good friend would have

yeah it's pretty reductive, honestly. scully has been very protective of mulder since the pilot; the first 3 episodes of the show are literally her committing to him, holding a man hostage at gunpoint to find him, and cutting ties with her friends who make fun of him.

this was largely her arc in squeeze, after only having known him for a couple of weeks, as she defends him to colton multiple times

and, in the end, concludes that she would rather be “on the side of the victim” with mulder than climb the ladder with her classmates, and tells colton to fuck off the next time he’s rude about her partner

in ghost in the machine, she's disapproving of jerry from the moment they meet, knowing literally nothing about him except that he used to work with mulder

and she instantly recognizes the profile that jerry presents as mulder's work, whispering to him to ask if that's his, to which he replies "forget it, no" and then later fibs and says that jerry apologized for stealing it (once you tell your best friend you can't go back lol)

all of these examples pre-date her behavior in fire, and are episodes where she's put in situations navigating mulder around other men

y'all remember the first time she met krycek and just flat out refused to shake his hand lmao

i touched on this a little bit in my post on fire, but scully really was just so enthralled by him from the very beginning. she grew up on a military base with her navy captain father and two brothers, and her only relationships have been with older men in power.

she instantly is so aligned with mulder and that there's something different in him than she's used to, but she's aware that the openness and softness that she's so drawn to in him makes him more vulnerable, and she's desperate to protect it

in beyond the sea, the very next episode after fire, she screams at boggs that if mulder dies she'll gas him into hell herself, and boggs tells her that he's tasted the afterlife.

that it's a cold and dark place, and mulder's looking in on it now. she replies, "it might be a cold dark place for you, but it's not for mulder"

she knows him, and she's so moved by him and what he wants to do in the world. these are the values that she left medicine to follow.

"jealousy" honestly doesn't even compare to the kind of ferocious protectiveness that she feels towards him from the very start, she really doesn't trust anyone around him for anything. they can't possibly get it like she does, if they treat him that way.

he may not care if people call him names or steal from him or try to make him walk through fire, but he really is just her best friend. and she can't stand it.

[lilium-danzi]

"I had learned the Titan's language but now, I had no one to speak it to..."

[dazais-guardian-angel]

This post made me realize that with the Walking Alone episode, I can recreate what Aya probably looked like during the new chapter...

...and maybe the next chapter...

But most importantly, what she'll hopefully look like many chapters down the road from now :)

[actual-changeling]

haii i see you’re x files posting and i was wondering about your thoughts on the episode “never again.” it’s one of my favs but i do think it’s a little funny that scully still doesn’t have a desk after this episode like ok 😭

i think it was never really about the desk. if she had actually wanted one, she would have gotten herself one/asked mulder to get her one wayyyyy earlier.

there's a lot going on in her head by "never again" (pun intended), and she's probably

a) struggling to feel in control of her own life

b) feeling like she hasn't left a 'mark', something to remember her by.

combine that with mulder being in a bad mood because the bureau is forcing him to take some vacation days with his worry for scully (because he knows her, he knows something is wrong but she isn't telling him what and that terrifies him) and you get a petty argument about the desk.

scully wanting a desk, making that comment about him not being her superior, the mess that was her trip to philadelphia—she's drowning and reaching for anything that might help her float.

i think scully assumed that maybe if she gets some distance from mulder that her sense of self will become more stable again, and while it definitely did something, it didn't come close to fixing the problems she had.

it's not about the desk—which he knew the entire time, this is just him making sure he got it right—and this is mulder's attempt to reconnect with scully. but at that point, they were NOT ready to have the kind of relationship discussion this sentence would have led them to.

SO in short: scully never wanted her own desk or she would have gotten it. fighting/arguing about the desk just gave them a playing field so they wouldn't have to confess too much or become too vulnerable.

their arguments are seldom about the topic they're arguing about and almost always about an aspect of their relationship they refuse to acknowledge out loud.

[mikitheswiftie]

Caleb: Are your parents also witches?

Evelyn: Are your parents also slavers?

Caleb: Were you born a witch or was it a choice?

Evelyn: Were you born a prick or was it a choice?

[buttercupart]

@scientistredacted @valmun

level 99 cataclysmic nostalgia event dropping in 3, 2, 1

[odder-outlet]

NOW EAT THIS SUCKERRRRRR!

[oflostinfound]

{ without saying any actual spoilers: sobbing over the owl house right now }

[stas-allen06]

What an incredible adventure this show was thank you Dana Terrace for this amazing show.

The Owl House has ended but will not be forgotten.

[plick-lunazzz]

I just *sobbing* finished *sobbing* the owl house

[bonito-flakes]

please, repost and help with the diffusion of this post!!!!

hey so probably not a lot of you are aware of what's going on in Valencia (Spain) right now , and we're going through some really bad meteorological conditions (know as DANA) which paired with the government's late actions have caused A LOT of people to be victims of floods.

as of now, around 160 people have been declared dead and there are uncountable missing people. the situation is critical, many people from the municipalities around Valencia (paiporta, alfafar, sedaví, xiva, benetusser, catarroja, silla, la torre... and more) don't have running water or electricity. hundreds of animals are being transported however possible since shelters have been destroyed. people are starving unable to drink water, and incommunicated. everyone around here is trying to help, but for now, the accesses are cut and we can't go physically help them, we can only donate things they need.

DONATIONS/GOFUNDME

these are some links to help the victims of this situation and the future reconstruction of this huge area that has been destroyed

https://www.gofundme.com/f/una-copa-por-valencia?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ayuda-damnificados-por-el-dana-en-valencia?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

this link is specifically to help animal shelters that have been wrecked and are in a critical situation

https://www.gofundme.com/f/ayudemos-a-el-refugio-de-maria-tras-la-dana?qid=4d79e2c673dc9f2024b6d8acb47953ca

INFORMATION/DIFFUSION

this is an instagram account which reports missing people around here

https://www.instagram.com/desaparecidosdanavlc?igsh=MXIzcmFlbmZ2MmF6ZA==

this account is trying to find specific help for people who need it using help forms

https://www.instagram.com/suportmutudana?igsh=MXF6YXFtNTl1dGQ2bg==

I'll try to update more resources about the situation and links where you can donate whenever i can although im pretty busy since im doing stuff around here too.

thank you for reading, please, spread the word! <3

[cometblaster2070]

i'm rewatching some episodes of the owl house like from season 1 and genuinely I want you to pick me up and throw me out the fucking window because I just want to SCREAM about how much I love luz and amity's dynamic and their character development and just their relationship and them in general and it genuinely BAFFLES me that lumity is a THING and we got to experience it like what???? how did that happen?? how did it exist???

i just really like them and i miss them your honor.

like look at this. this was season 1. this was nearly 5 FUCKING YEARS ago and this was a time where I could genuinely not fathom they'd end up together like I remember seeing their scenes and thinking 'wow they're cute but haha disney would never let this happen.'

but like. wow. it actually happened. dana terrence and the owl house crew actually did it and I honestly can't thank them enough.

like goddamn.

[deathsbestgirl]

when i watched this was my biggest takeaway. it's the way scully never turned away from his pain or grief of heartbreak, and she stayed to witness this for & with him. she didn't let mulder face it alone like he had to most of his life.

every word of this made my heart leap out of my chest. these episodes are so special and what a culmination of their whole journey on the show. it really is too much and not enough.

speak more about closure (the episode)!!

oh my god literally always. i could talk about sein und zeit & closure every day and never run out of things to say.

(i've talked about it a bit before, here and here.)

i was thinking about recently, this final shot of sein und zeit. how devastating it is. how empty and brutal and mortal it is. how representative it is of what this episode has to say.

mulder has spent his whole life believing that children who go missing from their homes do not die, wanting to believe. he spends this whole episode clinging to that belief.

in the end, he stands alone, separated slightly from the others, over 24 tiny graves. there's no easy out, there's no groundbreaking conspiracy or mythos. there's nothing but dirt and bones and a man in blue jeans.

this is the same conclusion that he had faced the day before, in regards to his mother's death. he walked in with the most hopeful answer, spun up an explanation that would make sense, and in the end, was wrong.

in the end, sometimes it's pills and fumes. sometimes it's purely corporeal, sometimes there's nothing to find solace in.

and so closure opens on the graves of 24 children. teams of men unearthing them, digging in the dirt. one of them with tears streaming down his face.

after seven seasons, we're nearing the end of the road, and there is none of mulder's perfectly reassuring celestial faith in sight.

in the midst of all of this, scully is ever-steady in her facts, and she takes a deep breath before calmly relaying information about the murders to mulder, who doesn't look up from studying the footage of the kids.

when conversation turns to samantha, he sits back to confess that he had badly wanted to find her in one of those graves. he admits, "i guess i just want it to be over."

a long way from "nothing else matters to me" in bellefleur, from shaky relief over fabric hearts, from letters written about goals of reunification, there's resignation before acceptance.

one of my favorite moments of the series is towards the end of sein und zeit when mulder says that they should just go home. that they are not going to find those people's daughter alive, despite the days he had spent insisting to anyone who would listen that they could.

when he says that he is too close to the case, and he wants to take some time away from work.

seven years after scully chased him into the street and yelled for him to stop running after his sister, the morning after she followed him into a hallway to tell him not to go looking for something that he does not want to find, the person whose "relentlessness" has kept him searching for nearly 30 years, just wants to go home.

after mulder says that he just wants it all to stop, and a brief wavering confrontation immediately after, scully heads back to DC and begins her search.

i think it's so important that it took nearly a decade of this "search" for scully to ever even see the file.

despite what they might tell you, this journey has never been the search for samantha. it's why so many leads were left unfollowed, so many questions remained unasked, so many misdirects were accepted without inquiry.

this has never been a search for samantha, it has been a quest to keep searching. a desire to believe, a grasp for hope.

scully has always understood this, so seven years after joining the pursuit, only after mulder said he's ready to stop, she starts looking.

i love this scene between her and agent schoniger, going over mulder's old therapy tapes and seeking expert opinion.

closure spells out in plain terms what has been explicit since the pilot, that aliens and x-files and spectral theory, are all a means to an end.

schoniger tells scully that the "garden-variety compensatory abduction fantasy," is just that, a fantasy that allows for hope, allows for pursuit.

when she asks what he thinks happened to samantha, he shows her the FBI's file. how the treasury department was involved. how much effort went into an investigation, due to bill mulder's status in the government. how nothing was ever found.

he offers the FBI theory. she was kidnapped in the house. body disposed of. never found. it was 1973, predatory crime wasn't as evolved at the bureau.

he asks why she would bring this back up now, and she tells him that it is what mulder is owed. that this wound has never healed, and mulder deserves closure.

back in sacramento, mulder is asleep while planet of the apes plays on the motel television ("there's got to be an answer." "don't look for it, taylor. you may not like what you find," the dialogue that plays through the room.)

as the film rolls, there's a knock at the door, and mulder wakes up to let his friendly neighborhood psychic harold in, and continue their journey.

"what are you afraid of?" mulder is asked outside a military base, continuing the theme of vulnerability in pursuit. of how precarious it is to really seek, when you don't know where you'll end up.

meanwhile, scully returns to tena's house, searching through the remains of what she burned at the end of her life, and finds a document in the garbage signed "C.G.B.S."

she identifies the report as the original copy of the form that effectively ended the FBI's investigation into samantha's disappearance, and the initials as belonging to c.g.b. spender, an alias of the cigarette smoking man.

when she calls mulder to tell him what she found, he's dismissive, and against questioning CSM, but a confrontation at her apartment leads to a warning to stop looking.

you may not like what you find.

as mulder and harold make their way to albatross street.

where they find handprints in cement marked "samantha," in the yard outside of military housing. next to a matching set marked with the name of CSM's son, jeffrey.

scully flies back to sacramento, remaining steadfast, just as she was in the beginning, as she tells mulder about her conversation with CSM. as she tells him that she was told samantha is dead.

mulder, however, is eternally going in "an endless line, two steps forward and three steps back," like she said years ago. miles from his own position at the start, just wanting it to be over is easier said than done, and he's reverting back to the previous theories and fantasies that he's always fallen back on.

though scully tries, this is ultimately not her burden, and she joins mulder and harold as they make their way back to albatross street, where a trip to the house uncovers a journal left behind by samantha.

"she tells him, after his mother dies and his sister writes to them from beyond her adolescent grave, that she’s not going to leave him. she means it as an argument." - tracklist by audries

it is so much easier to live in delusion of our choosing. it is so much easier to look away, to take three steps back, to mask the suffering of the world and of the people we love. it's so much easier to seek comfort in innocence.

but it means something to bear witness. it means something that this little girl was playing a game with her brother one moment, and the next was not, and she was not unharmed and abducted by aliens. it means something that someone knows that.

mulder and scully sit in an empty diner together, two untouched cups of coffee in front of them, and they bear witness.

they read, in her own words, about the tests that were being performed on her. about how she wasn't even treated like a person. about how much she hated it, and how they didn't care.

if you pause on samantha's diary, you can see phrases that mulder doesn't read aloud, like "more tests. more pain. will it ever end?"

"..dream of being with my family. sitting on the beach, playing volleyball...instead, i'm trapped in this cold dark room"

"why can't it all just go away? i'm too young. i didn't do anything wrong."

after so many years of a name in a file, a picture on a desk, a hopeful dream; they sit and they cry and they take in her own words and her own experience.

they read about how she planned on running away. how she just couldn't take it anymore, but she was sure they would kill her if she tried. how she didn't care, she just wanted it to stop. "no more."

they read about how her memories were altered, but she thought she had a brother, and she just wished she could see him. how she hoped he would read this someday and know that.

at the end of the road, there is no closure. there is no "beyond the sea."

there is only mulder and scully looking up at stars, a familiar sight to tie in the mythology of this two-parter.

referencing the theory that was posited in sein und zeit, and then again later by harold, mulder says that maybe they are souls. traveling through time in the starlight.

when scully tells him to "go get some sleep," he laughs; in the same way he did when she said those words years earlier, over scraps of fabric and nightmares of missing girls.

but unlike paper hearts, he complies, and the next scene opens on him asleep back at the motel. the television off and silent, for possibly the first time in the series.

scully wakes him up the next morning, with the police report of a 14-year-old hostage runaway from 1979 in her hand.

"i got it, mulder. i couldn't believe it when i found it. it's like it was looking for me."

following the lead to the hospital records, this is so reminiscent of their early adventure days. back when they were running around searching, back before they were afraid of what they'd find.

mulder uncovers the medical report, a 14-year-old girl who wouldn't give a name and exhibited signs of paranoia. the records note "evidence of probable self-inflicted abuse," small scars on her knees, wrists, and chest from the tests that were being done on her.

once again, sometimes answers are flesh and blood.

"i have this...powerful feeling and i can't explain it, that this is the end of the road."

at the home of the nurse who signed the intake form, mulder hangs back by the car, and scully asks if he's ready, if he wants her to go herself.

this is the moment that makes me emotional the most, i feel like. when scully in all of that steadfast logic and reason goes up alone, to speak to the last person who ever saw samantha alive.

and after seven years of countering every theory, of reigning in blind hope, of skepticism and science, you can tell that part of her stands on that porch and just prays for aliens. prays to have been wrong.

she listens as the nurse describes the young teenager that you remember for how frightened she was, "scared for her sweet life."

and the man who came for her, who would not put out his cigarette.

and that she just disappeared out of a locked room, after the nurse had seen a vision of her dead. an experience in line with that of the parents in sein und zeit, and the theory of children transported in starlight, spared from violent deaths.

this story is not without grace, and there is something to offer mulder in the end, as he's lead to a forest where many souls are waiting. including harold's son, amber lynn lapierre, and a young girl who starts running to him.

i love the tone of this scene. disparate from the original script, which called for them to be crying, they are overjoyed. this is something, after all these years and all this pain. this is holographic, inadequate, reunification. and it is too much and not enough at the same time.

returning from the woods, scully asks where he went, and he answers, "end of the road."

he turns to harold, and tells him that they're all dead. his son, amber lynn, samantha. and it's okay.

"we both have to let go, harold."

but it's not everyone's time to put down the search, and harold still wants to believe, insisting that he will keep looking.

where this episode opened in dirt and bones, it closes in starlight and freedom, the end of the road a balance between realism and hope.

between the mortal evil of "the truth" and the faith that allows you to survive what you find; it's not somewhere you can go alone, or before you're ready.

there is no closure. but there's acceptance, and there's the relief that comes with knowing that someone will always be remembered, even if you go home and get some sleep.

[emedeme]

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[bloodwrittenletters]

YOU'LL BE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

pairing . . . percy jackson x mortal!fem!reader

the cassette playing . . . birds of a feather! billie eilish

the letter reads . . . roman or greek, mortal or demigod, you and percy jackson were supposed to meet in every lifetime.

warnings . . . angst ( like a lot of it ), slight nsfw ( making out ), survivor's guilt, mentions of ptsd ( post-traumatic stress disorder), cursing, comedic relief.

a/n . . . can you tell I sobbed my way through this? can you also tell how much I love romance? can you also tell how much i love percy jackson and i took the opportunity of showing it? UGH. anyways!! :pp I hope you all like this and let me know if I should do another part of falling into tartarus ( or if I should make this a little series ), or if I should just leave it at a happy ending ^.^ AND I'M SOOOOORRRY THIS WAS DELAYED, SOME THINGS GOT DELETED AND HAD TO REWRITE A LITTLE 😭😭😭 alsooo this isn't very accurate because i haven't read the hoo recently, so apologies and fyi!!! love you all and i hope you enjoy

( thank you to all who waited, and also very much to these people!!! @itzmeme @aliteralhooman @bes2005 @miffysoo @littlecarrot06 )

a continuation of this and second part of this . . .

the truth was that you wanted to cry. but percy needed you, he had called you, he had told you not to cry, and that he loved you. how could you ever break down when your missing boyfriend needed you?

you called annabeth, you told her, you broke down demanding answers to questions your braind suddenly decided to flip on after bating your pretty little eyes away from the insecurity the possibility of percy lying to you; because he always was. percy jackson had too many secrets, so deep in his sould it's like he grew up in a field of thorned roses, and after months of stress and fear you took some scissors and dove head first into the mess that the fucking gods ( yes, there are gods in this plot twist ) had thrown your lovely boyfriend to.

it came down to you, it all made sense. annabeth tried to talk you through it, explain everything and anything that might seem important from her view for you to know, but your brain was too far gone.

percy was borned doomed.

oh, and he was half god, too.

in your brain, every stutter, every night of him waking up in a cold sweat, every dodge of questioning his camp, everything made sense. the scars, the fear in his eyes you used to find before he dissapeared. or even the way you could feel him shake when you kissed him.

your precious boyfriend lived in a world of fantasies you used to read about, he was a demigod! annabeth was a demigod! grover was a satyr!

everything made sense and none at all in the same moment. in a snap of a second you were studying the messy family tree percy had on his dad's side. all meanwhile annabeth worked herself off along with other fellow demigods to craft a warship to travel to fucking california because sadly you couldn't book a flight and go get percy. you had to do it the divine way, you had to sit and watch sally jackson be worried sick, you had to sit and wait as annabeth masterminded her plain, and while all that sitting, you studied!

here's a run of fun facts:

percy's uncle, zeus, left the mother of his namesake, danae, pregnant through a golden rain. percy's cousin and annabeth's mother, athena, made way for herself to be born through zeus skull, after the king of the gods swallowed her mother. kronos swallowed his—

you got the point.

you read every single book about greek and roman mythology you could get your hans on, you memorized names and places and stories and retellings and every single thing that could be helpful. you didn't have the talents to build a war ship...

or much of anything in comparison to all the half-bloods, but you could memorize all and every bit of the gods if it meant you would help percy.

he was your best friend, the one who during the school year would ask his mom for chocolates in case you had cramps during your period, the one who would get in detention constantly to defend you, the one who would sneak out of class to walk you to the next one.

even if he was away, percy always was the safest place you could run to.

and when he turned to your boyfriend, it was like everything was right. kissing him was right, his hand soothing your back when a sad movie hit home was right, percy's face smeared with lipstick was right.

so, when it was his voice calling your name for help, how could you ever not answer?

you and annabeth fought every step of the way. in other circumstances, you knew in your heart she could be your dearest friend, but right now it was playing it nice with her or getting to percy sooner.

and percy won. every single time. there was no other option, it was just percy.

'you can't come with us.' 'i'm going.' 'i said no.' 'i don't care.' 'we have no space for you.' 'i'll sleep on the damn floor if i have to, i'm getting on that ship.' 'you're a mortal.' 'i'll take a knife.' 'that's not enough to keep your safe, this is crazy, you have-' 'i'm going.' 'percy is gonna kill me.'

every day, the two of you found something new to argue over. but, in the end, she took you under her wing and let you come.

something that you couldn't stop thanking her for, whole heartdely, you believed she would throw you over board.

of course, this wasn't for free. you had to learn how to use every weapon on that ship, and have a basic understandament of self defense... and a fire extintor on you in case leo ( another half-blood, one you had learned to befriend ) burst into flames and couldn't turn off.

yeah, you would never be bored with them.

every single moment that you had spent away from him came down on you like an avalanche when you arrived to new rome. there was too much going on, a) the argo ii wasn't allowed on sacred grounds, b) no mortals allowed. and it wasn't like you could change your past and make one of your parents hook up with some god so you were allowed into the grounds of new jupiter.

"terminus," you hissed, feeling panic crawl out of your gut and settle in your throat. "i understand your rules, i understand you're not supposed to let me in your stupid—"

"sacred!" jason butted in, nodding along, trying to calm the waters.

"grounds," you continued like there was no interrumption. because this felt stupid, a boy who belonged in the comfortness of your heart was in there, it was stupid you weren't allowed to go back to him. "someone in there called me, alright? i need to see him."

"no," the god shaked his head, and you almost lanched yourself at him to hurt him in any way you could. jason stopped you. and very deep within you, you knew it was the best desicion.

you turned to annabeth, letting jason and piper try to find some allowance for you. tears pooled in your eyes and annabeth gave you the most broken glance, before focusing on finding you a solution.

the daughter of athena knew well just how head over heels percy was. she wasn't there to witness the whole thing, but she remembered long conversations between herself and her best friend where he couldn't shut up about how pretty your eyes were, or how sometimes two strands of your hair would curl into a heart.

annabeth knew you were important, and she also knew that percy needed to see you as soon as possible before the world met the wrath of a loving boyfriend without his sweet angel near him.

grover probably was going insane with rage and longing back at camp half-blood.

"there must be a way."

"there isn't."

piper sighed, glancing back at you and then focusing on her task. charm speak wasn't working on this guy, maybe a breath taking love story would.

"listen, that girl there in the brink of a break down? her boyfriend has been missing for months, he just dissapeared, and she called her to come get him. his name is percy jackson, and we just need you to let them meet again," piper sighed. she had to twist this more. more drama, more love, more tears. she had to sell this cinema worthy love story to terminus.

"have you ever been in love?"

"pipes—"

"oh, no, right, yeah. so," she hurried to explain, befor terminus took that as an offense and kicked them out completly. "what i mean is that, they're in love! a love so deep that even after months of silence, the called her, knowing that she was the one person he could trust to find him— even after he knew she would find out he lied! she didn't care, she's here, just trying to get through you, she won't do any harm, she just wants to see her boyfriend again."

"it's not going to work on me, daugther of venus."

piper threw her arms into the air, huffing in frustration and taking a step back, murmuring to leo: "do you think we can sneak her in?"

leo frowned, looked back at annabeth and you, seeing you hysterical, rambling about old myths and how unfair this was, and then looked back at piper.

"i don't think we have that choice."

as jason tried his best to find a deal with terminus, percy was deep into camp's grounds, looking away to the war ship at the borders of camp jupiter.

she's here, he thought. she's here, she found her way here, but why is she not coming down here?

by the tick of the second, percy grew more and more impatient. his skin started to act agaisnt himself, an unbereable itch starting in the nape of his neck and coming down his spine. the air started to feel thicker around him, groaning and huffing to himself, ignoring completly the looks hazel, frank and reyna were giving him.

"sit down, percy," reyna suggested.

percy stopped, looked at her, and kept pancing around. it's not that he didn't want to listen to her, more like there was something on his brain that didn't allow him to stop. there was nothing he could to stop himself. he gripped his forearm, nails biting into the tattoo he now had, trying to scratch it off as if that would make you appear in front of his eyes.

he tried. once, twice. hazel scolded at him and he stopped trying, it wasn't working.

"reyna," percy said, and when the ocean green met the dark onyx there was no denying that the desperation would push percy into a very, very bad spot. "they won't let her come down here, will they? she's a mortal so she can't—"

"no, percy, i'm sorry."

percy looked at the sky, and there were string of curses in greek coming from his lips.

"there has to be some way, please, reyna. i can't stand it."

frank looked at reyna like he wanted to help percy plead his case.

hazel pointed at something, and in a moment, percy was nowhere in sight in any of the three.

you sneaked in, somehow, some way. maybe aphrodite ( or venus, at this point ) had taken mercy upon you. she had looked at the situation and just pull the right strings to get you running right into percy's arms.

where the greek crew of argo ii still tried to come up with some solution, you were running with all your force towards the love of your life. your boy. your love.

it didn't matter on what life time, or how, when, why. you and percy met, every single one of them where your sould would meet his and tangle in a way that no matter what twist and ties were cut, nothing could do the two of you apart. hera tried, and she did really hard, but little did you know that percy never forgot you.

in his mind there was no memory of who he was, what his name was. nothing, absolutely blank, there was nothing in there but your name, the pink of your lips, the way your hands felt around his. all of those memories of you balmed up with the lipstick stains he knew you would leave all around his skin.

and he knew that he didn't mind it, he loved it. he would get them tattoed on his skin if they weren't already so in his heart.

your arm stretched out, and your boyfriend grabbed your hand. there were shouting behind you, and when gasps filled the background, percy and you were kissing.

it was slow, there were tears, his hands trailed up and trailed down, his forehead resting agaisnt yours as his hands gently mapped your skin, memorizing it again, looking if there were changes, hoping that it was warm under his finger tips as it always was.

you felt even better than his memories.

"h-hi, angel," he sobbed, attempting to kiss your tears away, but there was too many, maybe because some of his mixed with yours, melting together in the same kissing scene as the two of you were doing right now.

percy had grown taller, your tippy toes weren't enough to meet his lips. his hair was longer and some strands looked like gold under the sunlught, he smeled like the ocean--- and when you breathed agaisnt his lips and felt the relaxing, familiar scent you sobbed all over again., his lips were softer ( maybe for being untouched for so long ), and his eyes were the same. the same ones you so much loved, just more wet now.

you sniffled, and cupped his cheeks before kissing him again. this was more impatient, there were more sighs and huffs from the both of you, and percy sneaked one of his arms around your waist and set his hand politely on your hip, before slowly taking up the weight.

you were basacally flying, and all in his arms. you let out a happy sob.

"hi, baby."

you rested your forehead agaisnt his, noses pressed softly agaisnt each other's. every breath you let out, he took in, his lungs tainting of glitter and butterflies. every breath percy let out, you took in, and your smile widened when your lungs filled with relaxation and love.

"i love you," percy promised. "every piece of me— loves you."

"i love you, too," you kissed the corner of his mouth gently, before returning to your original spot. "i don't think my heart is inside my chest anymore."

percy frowned. "you're going to be sweet, aren't you?"

a smirk crept into your lips, once that you had seen percy wear before, right when he said something snarky and stole a little peck from you.

"i think my heart is in here," you tapped your fingers over his chest, beneath the obvious banging of percy's heart. "hugging yours, kissing yours."

percy kissed you before you got the chance to steal his lips away.

"love you," you both whispered into the other's mouth, before percy slowly eased you back to your feet, but never backing away more than a couple inches, his eyes clear on yours, full of love, and a smile that created three dimples. two on his right cheek, and a tiny one in his chin.

"angel?"

"hmm?"

"i think we just made out in front of a lot soldiers."

"... and i think i sneaked in."

percy laughed, ignoring the glances. he felt them now, but he was too busy to care. "you think?"

"i'm innocent, your honour, i just wanted my boyfriend."

percy pressed three quick kisses to your lips. before a yell of his name threw him off of cloud nine. annabeth chase... she was gonna kill him.

"that can't be good."

you kissed all around his face, not minding one bit what was happening around you. it was your right to do this, if anyone had an issue with you kissing percy, they could go fuck themselves.

"i love you, my lovely boy."