#camper: WHY DO YOU THINK I DONT TRUST HIM

[dark-elf-writes]

There had to be at least one camper pre lightning thief that just fucking hated Luke but could never explain why so when it was revealed that he was a traitor there was a solid three seconds of “I fucking knew it” before the fear of Percy’s imminent death overcame their satisfaction.

[ssparksflyy]

what's he got that i don't? 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader summary based off this request!! an i actually love this request sm 😋 in jealous percy we trust

PERCY sighed dramatically as he plopped himself down on his bed, scooting up to put his head in your lap. he'd just gotten back from a meeting with chiron about helping out with teaching new campers how to handle swords and was quite frankly, exhausted. he'd spent his whole day running around, going from lesson to lesson, already helping out with all sorts of things. he hadn't seen you since breakfast and desperately needed to feel you close after his hectic day. walking into his cabin to see you sitting in his bed reading made him feel like maybe the gods didn't hate him and they knew how to answer his prayers after all.

"long day?" you asked, moving one of your hands down to his hair and ran your fingers through it while the other continued to hold up your book.

"mhm" he hummed in response.

"what'd you do?" you followed up.

"teach, teach some more, help out, then go teach again" he said, "i didn't even ask to be a teacher."

"you didn't ask for a lot of things, just another thing to add to the list babe. im sure the kids who need help greatly appreciate you and your teaching"

"i guess"

you sat in silence for a minute, continuing to play with percy's hair and read. he would've been fine staying like that and maybe even wouldve ended up falling asleep in your lap, but he had hardly spent any time with you today. he wanted to talk to you more and kiss your lips and hug you, but your nose was stuck in that stupid book he didn't even understand.

"whatcha reading?" he asked and lifted his head up, moving it to rest his chin on your stomach.

"the hunger games" you replied.

he mumbled a quick 'okay' and kept his head on your stomach, looking up at you and watching as you read.

as much as percy loved quiet moments like this, it was the opposite of what he wanted. he knew you enjoyed reading, and now was one of the few opportunities you got to read in peace, but he hadn't seen you in hours and (even though he wouldnt admit it) was in desperate need for your attention. when he saw you smile at something in your book, he decided to try for a conversation again.

"whatcha smilin' at?"

you looked away from your book, "nothin. just this guy."

he got up and furrowed his brow, "what guy?"

"he's not real, percy."

"don't matter, what guy is making my girl smile like that?"

you rolled your eyes, "a guy made of ink and imaginations. that's who."

"lemme see" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand him the book.

you handed him the book and watched as he squinted his eyes, trying to read it.

"i can't read."

"i know."

"what's it say?"

he handed you the book back, ""i don’t think it’s going to work out. winning . . . won’t help in my case," says peeta. "why ever not?" says caesar, mystified. peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "because . . .because . . . she came here with me.""

percy pauses for a second. "you were smiling at that? what does it even mean?"

"see! you dont get it, it's nothing." you said, trying to brush it off.

"mmm i think its something" he said. he already had your attention away from reading your book, now it was just a matter of keeping it up.

"you wanna know? fine." you huffed, "im smiling because i remember when i read this for the first time and i was freaking out because katniss and peeta hardly even talk in this part of the book, and he just reveals that he's got a crush on her, but you don't know that he's actually faking it - but at the same time he's not - because it's set in katniss' perspective, so you're left all 'what was that?! what does he mean!!!' and it becomes something that peeta does again later cause he's smart and knows what cards to play in order for people to like him!!"

he looked at you in surprise, "oh- wow, sorry." he apologized, taking your hands in his, "so is peeta your favorite character?"

you knew you could just give him a simple yes and be over with the whole thing, but if he wanted the truth, then the truth is what he would get.

"yea, he really is. he's just the perfect guy" you said smugly, opening your book back up and pretending to start reading again.

"pfff- yea right! what happened to imaginations and ink?" he said. you could hear the slightest bit of jealousy in his voice and decided to keep going.

"doesnt take away the fact that he's perfect" you said as a mattter-of-factly.

"oh yea? well i think he's a fake nobody."

"fake nobody or not, he's still really smart, strong, an artist, a great baker, handsome in the movies-"

"josh hutcherson is not handsome."

"im gonna act like you didn't just say that." you said, realizing this was going the way you wanted it to, "but gods, did i mention how good of a boyfriend he is? i mean the way he cared for katniss?? hes literally everything a girl could ask fo-"

"hey you know im your boyfriend, not him, right?" percy asked, his tone sounding unsure and annoyed.

you stopped there and put your book down. you didn't think he'd actually be bothered by you talking about a fictional guy. he was never really the jealous type, had he actually taken it seriously?

"perce... are you.. jealous?" you asked in disbelief.

he gave you an offended look that you could tell was fake, "what?! no! course not! why would i be jealous of some fake baker dude??"

you couldnt help but laugh as he continued to try and defend himself from your 'wild' and 'indecorous' 'accusations'.

"i wasnt accusing you of anything! just asking!!" you said through your fit of giggles.

"yea you were! i feel very attacked right now, i though this was supposed to be a safe space!!" you only laughed more.

once you managed to get yourself to stop laughing, you moved closer to percy and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "i was just joking, you know that right?"

he mumbled a quick 'yea' while moving over to your side so he could put his arm around you and pull you into his chest. he left a kiss ontop of your head as you got comfortable in his embrace, putting your book on his nightstand.

percy had gotten his chance to talk to you, and now was able to hold you close, just like he wanted. yes it took listening to you ramble about some other (fake) guy, but who cares!! before finally closing his eyes and falling under hypnos' spell, he only had one more question about the book you were reading.

"by the way, who's finnick odair?"

"OHMYGOD, SO-"

[tf2-incorrect-quotes]

MY TF2 FURRY HEADCANONS 💥💥[LONG POST]

NOTE: PLEASE BEAR IN MIND THAT IN CANON THESE ARE A BUNCH OF GROWN MEN IN THE 60S AND NATURALLY THIS WILL HAVE SOME LEVEL OF OOC CONTENT. HOWEVER TRUST MY BEAUTIFUL MIND. I WILL GROW SOMETHING GOOD IN THIS GARDEN. THE DIFFERING COLORS ARE FOR LEGIBILITY AND NOT TO SHOW WHAT TEAM.

SOLDIER : soldier does not know what a furry is. he has a fursuit. he calls it his battle armor. its awful. it reeks. its handmade. possibly made using real fur. hes infamous at every con in the country. hes banned at the one in teufort. he uses his suit to blend in with the other con-attendees because he thinks they are actual, real anthropomorphic animals. he identifies heavily with his fursona and draws it frequently. PYRO : pyro SCOUT : hates them with a passion but if you ask him why he just says 'i dunno.. i just think its kinda weird'. probably out of some desperation for peer approval. but also at the same time itd be really funny if he just didnt care. pick your poison DEMO : demo is like "aye thats a wee bit odd" and then gets in an argument with scout about what his fursona would be because scout is like "with your halloween costumes i thought youd love being drawn as a hyena" (its a maned fox) and then he gives a long drunken (argument goes on for a long time) speech about why hed be . like. a cu-sith or something. ('those things aint even real' 'yes they fuckin are mate ive seen one with me own eye') . if he actually saw someone in a fursuit depending on sobriety and their sona he either wouldnt really care because people can have hobbies or he would start acting buddy buddy because he mistook it for the wulver HEAVY : heavy doesnt really care for that kinda stuff. doesnt see the point in wearing animal suits unless you are camoflaging among the bears in the siberian wilderness in order to get their meat without gaining the attention of the mother. pyro draws him a fursona once and hes like . mm. good. because bears are large and honorable creatures. SNIPER : sniper is a man who lives alone in a camper van whos job is sitting still all day. he would be a furry. see my vision boy. itd be some weird animal too like a reptile or something. he wouldnt be loud and proud about it. he dreams scout finds out in the way a bully finds out about the protagonists dark secret in a high school drama movie and then tells everyone else and then they kill him with hammers and he wakes up in a cold sweat. ENGINEER : engie doesnt bash it because hes glad folks have their hobbies and he can admire the creative skill and ability of the community. pyro draws him as a beaver sometimes (non anthropomorphic, just a beaver with a hardhat, goggles and overalls) and he doesnt mind and it starts becoming his favourite animal because of that. i dont think he'd ever really directly identify with the community though. probably calls them 'furbies' from time to time because he forgets the word. SPY : spy thinks theyre all degenerate freaks and is happy to loudly claim this. he has several incredibly expensive suits and attends cons frequently. hes been here for years. he tries to sneak around it and deny anything to do with them but the team Knows. they all know. MEDIC : i honestly didnt know for him. other mod suggested he has an awful flesh homunculus fursuit that lives and breathes on its own. you crawl inside and its sticky and wet and warm and pulses. doesnt even have anything to do with the subculture.

[freakinator]

Freakinator freakinator freakinator. I'm shaking you. I'm really interested in your opinion on Wemmbu's video when you're done watching it.

hiii im finally done watching the vid so heres my Honest Review™

im sure a lot of ppl hate the length but i personally dont mind it cause pacing is really important to me (too slow i get bored and antsy, too fast i get bored and overwhelmed) and with the kind of storytelling wemmbu does i think it works pretty well, can it be divided into less intimidating time chunks? yes and honestly he probs should do that ngl lol like theres some downtime moments where cutting it would be acceptable imo and its not like unstable where you risk having the overall story flow break if you cut a vid in half, will i mind if it stays this way tho? not really and i could always come back to it later if i had to stop watching for whatever reason

also the latter half of the vid was more interesting imo cause of the fact that his pov is a lot more unique there which i think wemmbu was aware of considering he put less cuts and narration for the later days vs the earlier ones ---- tho it could have also just been because the more interesting parts of the earlier half are more spaced out and context-dependent compared to the latter

i think most of the seeds for how wemmbu became the menace that he is today were planted After his hiatus so i wasnt surprised at there not being a lot of ✨foreshadowing✨ shown in the video, but the few that Were there were really juicy such as wemmbus zambook-related shenanigans, wemmbu referring to the wemmbu head above the frat house as a parasitic infection seeping into the roof which pangi notes as being like him living rent free in their heads, and wemmbu saying that revenge has consumed him already after zam said not to let it consume him

i said it in one of my liveblogs but i think its fascinating how trusting wemmbu is, like youd expect him not to be considering the kind of person he is and the kinds of things he likes to do but he it seems he just. wholeheartedly believes the other lsers wouldnt make his life miserable if they could which is interesting considering even at that point he was considered as one of the serverwide opps, he also extends that trust onto their skill level ie trusting other ppls decisions before his own and thinking that other ppl are more skilled than they are

i think its interesting how his tussle with the empire was a little less... direct??? for lack of a better word compared to his teammates, like they fought sure but he has yet to have a 1 on 1 problem with any of them with the exception of jepexx who his problem with is just that he combatlogged and even then that conflict was resolved really quickly ---- wait nvm i just remembered the daycare fight lmao, but even then that was less an empires moment and more a loserduo moment tbh, otherwise all his conflict with the empire has been pretty team-based rather than individual-based

im a big fan of how he kept coming across zam considering theyve got basically nothing to do with each other at this point and yet hes still one of the more consistent presences in wemmbus vid which is something of note considering all the other consistent presences in his life are either his teammates or his enemies (mainly mapicc), not even pangi is a consistent presence despite the fact hes also a spawn camper (could just be a timezone thing tho)

im also a big fan of the wemmflower, shoutout wemmbus inclination towards tulips lol. im curious how its doing rn tho, like i doubt any player touched it cause its quite the niche area but at the same time it Is located in an unlit cave full of mobs such as creepers so it getting destroyed is a non-zero chance (hoping it stays safe forever tho)

overall i gotta say im a big fan and also that was p much what i expected out of a wemmbu lifesteal vid lol, granted the fact it was 3 hours long was a lil unexpected but also that explains why it took him like 2-3 months to edit it

[starlikesolitude]

back - percabeth minific (post TLO) - word count: 1,280 - a little angst, nsfw under the cut

Annabeth sat waiting for Percy to arrive. Although she trusted him to go on a quest alone, she was beginning to regret her agreement. How stupid of him to do this all by himself? He was obviously not fit to do so. I mean he's strong, but honestly, he could use some intellectual assistance at times. Why did he go through with this? Hades, he could.. That sunk in quicker than Annabeth expected. Die.

Her heart sunk to her stomach. Percy could quite literally die. She didn't know what she would do if he died. In her sorrowed act of looking upwards, expecting to be met with melancholic faces of other awaiting campers, she saw Percy's, worry streaked with dirt. She immediately stood up and ran to him with her arms wide open. Annabeth squeezed him, albeit shocking Percy, he squeezed her back. "I thought you weren't gonna come back!!" she scolded him, and when Percy thought he was gonna get an "I missed you" or "I'm so glad you're okay," he realized he really should've thought better as she pulled away with furrowed brows.

"How could you think this was okay to do??!! Go out all by yourself to appease Hades??? god of death!!?? Dont be so stupid next time you choose who comes with you on a damn quest!!!" she once again scolded him. "I know, I know," He smiled, leaning forward to hold her to remind her he in fact didn't get his skin ripped off in the process of getting attacked by Furies. She almost pushed him away at her anger, but decided against it, letting him engulf her. See, Percy had learned that Annabeth only got upset when she was worried about something, and to only calm her nerves if she ever sounded like she hated him. "I'm so glad you're back, Percy." she eventually whispered to his chest, maybe his heart if she could reach it. "I am too."

Led to the Posiden cabin by Annabeth, Percy was walked into it's front door from the inside, pushing it shut. She held the sides of his head, kissing him sweetly. Don't take it so surprised when I tell you that Percy had misunderstood this loving gensture. Or rather, his body that had misunderstood. Annabeth didn't realize she'd begun holding her breath until he had starting talking. "God, I'm sorry I, I didn't mean for that.. that to be uhm.." "I don't..mind. If you don't," she muttered. They both stared at each other for a while. Percy's breath had quickened, and Annabeth didn't even think she could breathe. They had never done anything sexual aside from making out occasionally. This was sort of horrifying in a way.

Annabeth placed a finger on his lip and looked up, begging him to say yes. He nodded his head and she leaned forward to kiss him. It was rougher this time, and he leaned forward in such a way that they both trampled eachother a bit to get the the bed, like if they were at a ball and both really bad at dancing. Once they landed at the head of the mattress, Annabeth ended up on top of Percy, holding the sides of his arms as he held the sides of her head. He yearned so much for her, more than he had since she first kissed him. He had tried to feel her, to hold her when she cried, to have his hand in hers, to twist her braids in his fingers as she layed on top of him, and that was close enough. But now, he couldn't be close enough. He felt like every part of him needing her closer, and he didnt know what it was. He looked desprate, like a puppy, and was too desprate for her to care. It was in his chest, making every bone shake in need for her.

He bucked his hips up. "Yeah?" Annabeth said. Not asked. Said. There was something about it that he knew she didnt need to question. He thought maybe he should have wanted to back out, tell her it wasn't the right time, that he needed space to think about it. But he didn't.

With his permission, their clothes came off. Slow, it started with his shirt, then his belt, then his jeans, then his boxers. He regretted not earlier realizing that Annabeth had done the same with her clothes.

Their modesty now discarded somewhere unimportant to them, Percy felt ready for whatever she would do. "Is this okay?" She sweetly inquired, making Percy's breath go sharp. He nodded quickly, his jaw slacking a bit. A condom had already been rolled onto him. She tilted her hips towards his, and he hastily gripped them, although lightly as to not stop her. She dropped onto him lightly and Percy was just about ready to praise every god he did and did not believe in. "Oh my gods, beth." he breathily muttered. Annabeth taunted sweet again. "Yeah, perce?" "Yeah." His heart was beating so fast he could feel his veins. Annabeth tilted lower slightly and grinded him into her, bouncing slightly. "Where'd you.. learn all this from?" His voice shook, telling of how shocked he was. "Percy, I've read books before." she said matter-of-factly, somehow calm and collected and not freaking the fuck out about this. However, her breath did quicken when she sped up, tired almost from the work. Percy found it difficult to verbalize his concern due to their situation, but asked anyway. "Are you sure that... fuck... that.. you're okay, with this..?" It was almost a whipser because of how hard he was breathing. "Yeah, of course, honey."

Annabeth then pressed the first button she could think of. Praise. For a long time, especially in academics, or when Percy was learning something new, he would fluster himself with often praise of Annabeth. She never thought it to really be anything, until she saw him then, laying out just for her on the large blue bed, she considered that maybe, he was this. Not entirely, he almost never exhibited this kind of desire, but to think that parts of his life—their life—were tainted with it. His hips jerked, anonymous to his intentions, As if his thoughts had been heard, it flew out of her mouth too fast.

"You're so good Perce, so fucking good.." A reactive moan bubbled up inside his throat, and into his mouth, surprising Annabeth but motivating her anyhow. "So good, Percy, such a good boy for me," she praised, not stuttering once, "Youre so pretty like this, oh fuck, yes.." Her pace sped and she impulsively tugged his hair, not realizing that she may have been crossing a line. She almost got the chance to apologize, but Percy almost immediately came. And he came hard. He sang a long string of whimpers to her, even if he may have not realized it. To anyone else it may have sounded like he was crying, of maybe hit his leg on something. Or was being held hostage. (I dont think either of them cared.)

His hips rose high, grinding into Annabeth as she came with him, with a soft but low and forced sound. She held onto his shoulders tightly, but even after she'd come down a bit, yet not quite entirely, Percy was still trying desperately to hold on to reality. "Are you okay baby?" She inquired sweetly. He nodded his head with a soft "Mhm.."

And for a while, just a while, after Percy had reached over to throw away the protection, after he pulled up a blanket, after he took a sip of water, they fell asleep for the first time in days. They were peaceful. Together.

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[keyofradiance]

an analysis on yazs issues with connections, trust, and (possible) abandonment bc i cant stop thinking about it:

this was supposed to be just an analysis abt her in just one scene, but i am not normal so its way longer now

aka the yasmina fadoula is NOT good at relationships with people long post. its long as hell and less of a post and more of an ordeal. also i bolded the dialogue if its not by yaz. youre welcome to add on to the post, esp in the miscellaneous sections. spoilers for all seasons under the cut

yasmina fadoula is a bit of a loner. of course we dont get to really see this a lot beyond s1 as they bond a lot after that lol. but i would like outline two scenes in particular. weve seen this less than social expressed before in the season (the part where brook tries to film her comes to mind) but i would like to firstly mention the scene where sammy first tries to talk to her. when first mentioned in the episode, yaz is a distance away from the rest of the campers, drawing (this most likely just for plot reasons, but i find it interesting how shes with them but not hanging out. together but isolated). in this scene kenji also says she probably just wants to be alone. sometimes. the very next scene she continues the behavior of sitting close to where kenji/brooklynn/darius/ben hang out, but not interacting with them, instead trying to wipe down her book (note: she also is very clearly listening to the conversation in this scene). and this is when sammy comes in, with an absolutely unabashed offer of friendship, heart on her sleeve so to speak. and yaz just is caught off guard. when sam says “no one likes the shell. it stops people from getting to know you,” yaz responds with “bingo,” and thats what leads me to believe that human connection has hurt her before. shes not ready to let someone in, not ready to play with fire again. but, this conversation, the “im not giving up,” line we hear in s3, leaves the door open for more. maybe they could be acquaintances

now, in the episode, what we see is yaz not really being used to someone as boisterous as sammy, especially with sammy wanting to be friends so clearly. and with the likelihood of yaz probably not having friends, being with sammy would probably be like being at a party but with no quiet corner to sink into. but through some blunders and a bit of life threatening danger (par for the course in this show) and a speech that was Most Definitely Totally All For The Dinosaur, I Swear You Guys has yaz realize that she can trust sammy. and maybe its not easy, but its worth a shot. it maybe awkward and clumsy, but hey, shes only here for a bit, why not talk to someone. and maybe shes not really a hugger, but she can let it go

i also would like to note the reason yaz states for taking up drawing, “to kill time during track meets”. interesting. also one the drawings is of what we can assume is a t rex eating a person. now, if you remember, darius’s story at the beginning actually mentions a t rex. maybe its coincidence, maybe yaz was actually listening to the story all along.

but thats just with the other campers, how about the other people we see in the series? lets start with eddie. when we first see him and he shines the lamp on the camp fam, yaz actually takes up a fighting stance. she doesnt talk at all during the scene, or even take any cake. the closest we get to her and eddie talking is when she says “ow,” when she trips on bumpy while chasing him. ok, how about mitch, tiff, and hap? asks 1 question (“did you get stuck out here too?”) in the whole getting to camp part. ehh ok, but lets look beyond that, we are with them for several episodes after all. lets talk the breakfast scene. we get a whole other comment (“so many attacks,”) and its just in response to darius. ok, maybe the writers just didnt know what to really do with her. lets talk the scene where brooklynn sees hap being suspicious while everyone does something else. whats yaz doing? just chilling with sammy. not talking, even tho tiff is right there. ok i think my point here has been made lets skip to when we see mae for the first time, bc dr. wu isnt a really a stranger to her. on the journey over to her cave, we set a record for amount of lines yaz has in a persons intro scene: 3! yay! and then an additional one in the cave. wooo! the six months on a dinosaur infested island w/ only 5 other people helped her social skills. they arent perfect, but theyre definitely better, and she still sticks to her quieter tendencies.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep1 camp cretaceous, s1ep3 the cattle drive, s1ep5 happy birthday, eddie, s2ep4 salvation, s3ep6 the long run, and s4ep3 turning dr. turner.

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yaz’s handling of (possible) abandonment by friends is um. something. i only have two examples though. firstly, lets talk about s3 and what makes yaz realize she could be abandoned after leaving the island. the scene with ben. “after we go home, its not like any of us will ever see each other again.” “sure we will!” “doubt it. were spread all over the country. factor in time, money, life. you get the idea.” and as kenji tells him off, yaz hangs back with a pensive expression, as the storm gets ready to roll in. i love symbolism. 

and so, we get into the real part id like to discuss. yaz’s conversation with sammy. in this we can see yaz’s doubts and fears come through as she tries to shut down their relationship, so that there is no pain of any abandonment or drifting apart, because if the bond was only made due to “running for [their] lives all the the time,” it wouldnt be something to be hurt over, right? and so, while she reinforces the fence around camp, she does the same for her heart. and sammy? sammy knows that this isnt really what either of them want, but shes not strong with her words. so what is there to really say, especially with someone who cant hear it right now.

but thats something that we see yaz initiate, thats on her own terms. how about something that is very much not on her terms, kenjis betrayal of the camp fam? how does yasmina, worlds normalest person about all things relationships react? she retroactively goes wow i should not have trusted him. as weve seen, this is pretty much par for the course, this distancing from people. but in this she also pushes down her own range of emotions, instead focusing about how she was stupid to have let this happen to her. like, shes the second last person to go when darius leaves to go try and figure out whats up with big and little eatie.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s3ep5 the eye of the storm, s5ep4 evasive action

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yaz also does not do good with trust being broken. at all. girl CRASHES a car because she had found out sammy lied about a PHONE. (to be fair the whole day had been extremely tough, there was a “monster dinosaur” out there that had tried to eat them twice) and then when sammy comes out with the fact that shes here entirely to spy, well, she cannot handle it. and so, she uses the same distancing tactics as before, unable to accept the hurt. she denies that it could have been real at all, and rescinds the special permission of being allowed to touch her. and this is our first glimpse (timeline wise) into how bad yazs issues with relationships are. and yet, theres still more for these guys! we also get a scene w/ them after yaz hurts her ankle. i cant talk for a lot of it bc its sort of just the same stuff lol, but we do get and explicit mention yaz had considered them as friends until this point (and she does go back to doing so). which is pretty realistic in a character whos clearly had some rough experiences with connection like yaz has.

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep5 happy birthday, eddie, s1ep6 welcome to jurassic world

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yaz takes the want to be useful to the people to a higher level then most people would. this causes her to be a bit impulsive at times when trying to help, doing things that could hurt her as well as not really thinking things through. lets start with what yaz herself has to say on it, “i dont give up” “im the track star. the person my coaches, my team, everybody relies on. but now... but now im not. and if im not strong anymore... what good am i?” and this really goes to show how truly well she fits the team player role, she truly embodies it to an unhealthy degree. and she wants to be reliable, to her new team (the camp fam), and that want to prove herself to this team, and if she cant use two of her biggest skills, how is she supposed to do this? and i think this is where her impulsivity stems from, this want to help the team. and so this is where the scene with the mosasaurus comes in. in this scene we get to see this reliability savior thing shes got going on backfire on her, as while, yes, she saves sammy and darius, the mosasaur also goes straight for her.    

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep6 welcome to jurassic world, and s2ep2 the art of chill

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yaz, i believe, shows two major outlets during the show, both of which she uses to connect with people; her art and exercising. soo, lets talk about her art first, and how she uses it. when yaz opens up to sammy for the first time, the way she does it is through showing and talking about her art, and we know its definitely something close to her heart through the way she absolutely deflates when she thinks sammy doesnt like them, and with the portrait of her mom we see in the nightmare sequence, it can be assumed that this is how yaz has been dealing with her homesickness. and when yaz realizes sammys having a hard time with the goodbyes n stuff she tries to help by giving her a drawing of all of them. and while this is a small detail, there is the scene where we get to see yaz draw for darius’ field guide, even taking criticism on the piece. not super huge, but as we know yaz can be pretty down on her own artistic abilities, so the moment is actually kinda big for her.

now, to touch on her exercising as an outlet. while we dont get to see it as much as her art, ironically enough. its probably because most of the running she does is for her life. firstly, id like to talk about the moment where she talks to darius about “sometimes [we] get so stuck in [our] head[s] that [we] cant see whats happening in front of [us],” so, to combat that, we have to do something to get out of our head, something fun. for yaz, thats exercising, as she tells darius. for darius, thats learning new dinosaur facts. (as he puts it, “very different definitions of fun,”). and, hey, maybe it isnt her thing, but hes the one this is for, so she can put it aside her own feelings on it and most of her snark (most of). 

lets talk about when we can see this actually happening in season 5. now, this is where i, yes, get to talk about yaz’s crush on sammy. round of applause. when we first get to hear about her crush, yaz doesnt want to act on it at all. now, we dont get it explicitly, but based on what ive talked about, id imagine she is still afraid of changes in her relationships, especially with territory as uncharted as a relationship, let alone one with another girl. but when she takes her own advice, gets out of her head, and really lets her think, because, yea, change could be scary, but if she had let that fear overpower her in the beginning, she wouldnt have this now. (something something “its not finding your perfect half. its the trying and reaching and failing. love is being willing to ruin your good painting for the chance at a great one. is this really the boldest stroke you can make?”) and so she is willing to share her feelings, even if sammy doesnt feel the same. and in both cases it does work out! yazs advice helps darius find the beacon, and her decision to tell sammy about her feelings actual has them ending up together. 

episodes referenced in this section, chronologically:

s1ep3 the cattle drive, s2ep1, a beacon of hope, s2ep3 the watering hole, s4ep1 beneath the surface, s4ep4 rude awakening, s5ep7 the leap, and s5ep9 the core.

other media referenced in this section:

the half of it, 2020, directed by Alice Wu.

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some final thoughts/comments: i wrote this over 2 days w/ no editing. sorry if some sections are lackluster or whatnot. also based on my analysis i think yaz has adhd and autism because a lot of the stuff she does i do too, feel free to ask me about it btw. the quote from the half of it is only really tangentially related but its an absolutely amazing quote and movie. watch it. all the pictures are not mine. also i didnt really know what to say, but the scene where yaz, brook, kenji, and sammy are trying to make it to the boat is pretty interesting. ok post over

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Headcanons for being Owen Grady’s child

Owen Grady x child!reader

warnings: knives, guns

a/n: i cannot remember the plot bare w me

prompt: being owen’s child

okay, let’s start with the fact that he’s a single dad

that did not stop him from raising you right

navy brat

after a little bit of instability during his years of service, he got a job as a raptor trainer

so you see, it wasn’t a typical childhood

you two moved to isla nublar so he could begin his work

“woah, that’s a dinosaur?”

“yeah, kiddo, she’s a velociraptor”

you were a bit older when you met the dinosaurs, so owen trusted you to be around them

“if you respect them, they’ll respect you”

blue took a liking to you pretty quick!!!

owen thought it was adorable the way you got along with the raptors

you were sort of like a co-trainer

living in that lil trailer

“this place is too small”

“quit your complaining and eat your mac and cheese”

your dad taught you how to fix cars and motorcycles

you did a bang-up job

“you really are my child. oh, my god, im so proud”

watching tv with owen all the damn time

it was usually cartoons though bc that was all he cared to watch

sometimes he forgets that you are not a raptor and you have to jog his memory

“can you get your hand out of my face before i tear it off?”

half of your holiday gifts are weapons

“look at this knife, y/n! it’s two inches longer than your old one. you’ll grow into it”

“dad, a knife is not a pair of pants...but thank you, i love it”

you’re pretty good at throwing knives, though. your dad put a target on a nearby tree for you to practice

every once in a while it’s gun practice, though

“okay, remember the proper foot stance...now arms. make sure not to lock up, make sure your fingers are clear from anything that could move...okay, go!”

there was a high level of trust between you and your dad

he ruffles your hair a lot, you used to care

you no longer care

you had free admission to the park, so sometimes you’d take the day off and wander around for a while

you always came home with a stuffed animal (or several)

“is that a stuffed pterodactyl?”

“his name is pterry”

“nice”

back to raptor training: you loved it!!!!!!!

training a dinosaur was nothing like training a dog, lemme tell you

these lovely dinos made you so happy!!!

they’re pretty at-ease when you’re nearby

arguing when anyone talks about using them for some sort of selfish profit

“they’re animals, dipshit! stop treating them like weapons!”

“mr. grady, are you going to tell your child to behave?”

“no, no i will not”

claire popping over to see your dad while you were working on his bike

because she suddenly needed your dad’s help

and wanted to exclude you until your dad said he wouldn’t do anything unless you had the opportunity to come along

“you know, y/n, i have a nephew who’s about the same age as you visiting here right now”

“how old am i, claire?”

she did not have a response

your dad was stifling chuckles

“nice one, kid” *high five*

tHe InDoMiNuS rEx

you: 👀

owen: 👀

yeah this was not gonna be good

tbh you almost died when you were surveying the cage

why? oh, i don’t know...because there was a BIG FUCKING DINOSAUR IN THAT BITCH

“y/n! under there!”

you ran ahead of owen and ducked under a truck where he soon followed (and dumped gasoline all over yall)

terrifying, truly

your dad did not want to let you out of his sight

not todayyyy

“are you okay, yeah?”

“perfect...”

busting into the control center :) tee hee

while owen was barking orders at people and telling them to not do what they were doing, you were sitting next to the guy with a bunch of dinosaurs on his desk

“you like them?”

“not really, i’m not five”

“oh...”

turning to the screen to see flatlining soldiers

“oh, shit. uh, that’s not good. you need to close the park maybe?”

they dont like listening to the child with the bright ideas ig

they did end up shutting off rides though. best they can do, huh?

claire couldnt get in contact with her nephews

you went after them together

it was a long ass journey

you almost died a few times

although your father did trust you to take care of yourself, even in a situation like this, he still was extremely worried for your safety

you got a gun :)

this was actually positively the worst day of your life

okay, it took a long while to catch up to claire’s nephews

“jesus, claire, you’re nephews sure know how to move. this is getting exhausting”

you didn’t find them until the......pterodactyls got loose

“pterry would never do something like this”

“not the time or place, y/n”

“sorry, dad”

finally finding those damn kids

“hey, i’m y/n, your crazy ass aunt just dragged me and my dad all the way around the island to find you!”

oh yeah a pterodactyl tackled your dad

whoop de do your gun was jammed

claire saved the day and all three of you witnessed their little display of pda amidst chaos

“wow, uh, maybe we’ll be cousins...”

your dad finally caved and agreed to use the raptors to find the indominus rex

and you got to prove your badassery out there

“you sure you’re up for this mission, y/n? you know you can stay with claire and the boys if you want”

“i’ll be okay, dad, i promise”

he gave you a hug

YOU GOT A MF MOTORCYCLE

okay i cant lie, you and your dad riding motorcycles side-by-side among velociraptors was probably the coolest thing you’ll ever get to do

but they, uh, kind of turned on you and next thing you know, you were speeding after the ambulance claire was driving

zach and gray were relieved to see you

you gave ‘em a little wave

“do you think we’ll ever be that cool?”

“gray, not now”

“i’m gonna take that as a ‘no’”

CLAIRE LET OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING T-REX

it was an Experience(tm)

you were split up from your dad and the boys while she was doing that

so you were deathly worried

running over there when it was safe

“is everyone alright?”

“define ‘alright’” -gray

“we’re fine, y/n” -zach

“are you okay?” -dad

“yeah, i think so”

this final battle between the dinosaurs was a bit shocking to watch, but it was hard to keep your eyes off

it all wrapped up and the dinos were let loose

and......the park got closed down

you and your dad were unemployed effective immediately

but your dad and claire finally got together

“you guys are sweet but are we all going to fit in that little camper?”

“we’ll make it work”

they did for a while

but there was a lot if arguing

your dad wanted to reside in the camper forever, claire didn’t, they broke up, you stayed with your dad to help him out during hard times, he decided to build a cabin

he claims he was not affected by the breakup but you knew better

you and your dad had an unbreakable bond, you’d been through so much together

it was only a matter of time before the world had something new in store for you and dad

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Angst 1 for Jason? I'm feeling like some sad lightning boi I dont know why but ye

Hello darling Anon! Thanks for the prompt and I hope I did you well🥺 dis is hella angsty

Jercy Masterlist

Jason Grace doesn't have enough fingers to list how many things he's done wrong in the last month.

1. Losing his best friend

2.Losing his girlfriend

3.Being unable to help all the demigod's he's promised

4.Letting Reyna down by not coming back to SPQR

5.Dammit he can't even put on his fucking shirt the right way.

Holding in a scream he tugs it off and flips it so the tag is on the inside. He's proud of himself for not ditching clothing altogether, ditching life altogether. There is so much temptation in taking to the skies and floating for the rest of his days. It's not like anyone would miss him, would even notice he was gone. And maybe it's for the best. It certainly wouldn't be unexpected. For years he's wanted to be anonymous, just another one of the Campers. For years he's secretly rejected his titles as Son of Jupiter, Praetor of New Rome, Slayer of the Black Throne. He shouldn't complain now that he's ignored, unwanted.

There's a knock at his cabin that he pulls him out of his self-deprecating pity hour. Checking to make sure he has his pants and shirt on and his head firmly on his neck he grabs his sword and opens the door.

"Jason!" Will Solace gasps, "Please come it's Nico!"

His heart turns to stone, lungs become useless masses, "Let's go." He manages to breathe, "Brief me on the way."

They sprint through the camp, uncaring of the shouts and greetings coming from every side. They don't have time. It seems ever since they had defeated Kronos the clocks spin uncontrollably; hours are seconds and minutes only exist in the afternoon and nobody knows if one week is seven days or three blinks of an eye, if years are twelve months or a century.

"A breach at the west border. Monsters we've never seen before. They just snuck up on us. Nico's been raising the dead to fight but I'm afraid he's not strong enough yet. Not after the war. He'll burn out soon and they'll overwhelm him." Will gasps.

"How many?"

"Twenty maybe twenty five?"

"You call anyone else?"

The Son of Apollo shakes his head as they sprint around the corner, "Percy is in school he only arrives tomorrow. Clarisse is gone to visit her mom and there's so many Campers in the infirmary. The rest are the little ones."

"How fa—" Jason beholds the scene in front of him and every nerve in his body shut down.

There in the middle of skeletal warriors and black shadows is Nico Di Angelo. All around them are scaly four-legged vipers hissing and spitting. One opens its grossly enormous jaw and snaps it around a skeleton with a sickening crunch. Another skeleton pops up in the exact same place and with a rattling, he supposes is a scream, attacks the monster.

"NICO!" Will screams, trying to catch his boyfriend's attention.

The Son of Hades although dangerously powerful is grey and heaving as if the sheer force of his summonings are turning his own body to it's bony structure.

"Go!" Will shouts at him.

With a nod, Jason pulls his sword out and steps into the ring of the dead.

Gods these things are a hundred times more terrifying up close. Sharp teeth and poisoned spikes on their tales and oh gods jagged claws to top it all off. But he's fought armies before and survived. This will not deter him. So with the force of Zeus and the strategies of Jupiter flowing through his muscles he brings his sword down on the first creature.

It shrieks and his ears ring like a bell clanging in his skull. But the head thumps to the ground and the monster crumbles to dust.

Decapitation then.

He sidesteps the swish of a tail, chopping it off as it goes past. First mistake. Three tails grow back and he knows one drop of poison will be enough to end him. He vaults into the air using the wind to push him as high as possible and then he's slamming in the body of the creature and sawing at its head.

His foot slams into the ground as the monster powders underneath him. Second mistake. His ankle is broken and there's three more of these things advancing towards him.

He bites down a scream as he attempts to walk. It's no use. Stand here and fight it is. Summoning as much lightning as he can, blue eyes sparking maliciously, he looks directly into the first of them and slams five thousand volts of electricity into its brain. Before he knows it's dead he's onto the next. This time he bides his time, let's it come closer and when he can hear its ugly breathing and feel its lack of heat he stabs his sword into its neck and watches it bleed black.

The third monster is clever, it's learnt. But Jason doesn't know. So he gathers all his strength and waits for it to pounce. By now Nico is a few meters away, holding his own but pale beyond healthy. The monster shakes its body, scales rippling in the afternoon sun. It takes one step closer. Jason grips his sword, holds the power thrumming in his fingers. The monster moves again and he swears its smiling.

He turns to Nico, "You good?"

Third mistake. The monster let's out a vile screech and slams into them.

"NICO!" Someone screams. It sounds like Percy Jackson. But that can't be right. Percy is in school.

The creature's tail swipes at the Son of Hades.

Jason can't move as it's claws wrap around his throat.

I can't do anything right, he thinks. Those talons pierce his skin. The world goes black.

***

"He's a fucking idiot."

"Lay off. How was he supposed to know?"

"Maybe if he wasn't so caught up in trying to make friends he would have been able to do something."

"Leave him alone."

"Alright you lot, get out of here. I'll call you when he's awake."

Jason tries to open his eyes, tries to say something, anything. But he feels a prick in his neck and reality fades away.

***

"Is he awake?"

"How long does this take?"

"He had a broken ankle and a slit throat. Maybe a little patience is in order?"

"I still think we should send him back."

"That's enough! It wasn't his fault and we will stop acting like it.".

The Son of Jupiter groans, blinking into the world. Everything hurts. Everything. And the light above his head is blinding.

"What the hell happened?" He rasps.

"You almost got Nico killed is what!" Someone snaps.

He blinks trying to find the source of such bitterness. "I what?"

"What the fuck were you trying to do saying hi in the middle of battle?"

The room finally shifts into focus and he sees three faces staring at him intently, varying degrees of anger and relief in their expressions.

"Well?" Hazel looks at him, "What were you trying to accomplish? Were you actively trying to get him killed? I know you didn't trust him but trying to kill him Jason? I thought you got passed that after Cupid. Nico told me he trusted you."

"Hazel!" Percy Jackson glares at her.

"I'm—" He chokes, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I— I didn't know the monster would try to get both of us." He's crying now, red hot tears spilling onto the white sheets of the infirmary bed.

"That's the problem Grace, you don't think." There is so much pain in her voice.

"Im sorry," He sobs, "Is he okay? Is he— is he—"

"He is fine Jason," Will says softly, "He managed to jump back before the tail swiped him. He's actually really worried about you. We all are."

He doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't even know if he deserves that. Hazel is right. If he hadn't distracted Nico they wouldn't be in this situation. It was dumb luck that Nico managed to get out of the way. If he hadn't. Oh gods, Jason would have been responsible for killing his friend.

With that though he turns over in his bed and heaves straight into the trashcan.

"Everyone leave us." Percy's voice is soft, but there is an unmistakable command in it.

The buzzing of the infirmary hushes as people file out and Will gently clicks the door behind him.

"I didn't meant to distract him," Jason cries.

The Son of Poseidon clasps their hands together and looks into him, "I know Jase. I know."

He breaks down, sobs wracking his aching body. He can't even keep his head up. And the tears are ever flowing. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't do this.

Percy hops onto the bed and takes him into his arms. They sit there for many moments, the sound of his crying disrupting every inch of the silence.

"I can't do this anymore Percy."

He feels the demigod stiffen and he's afraid he said too much, has pushed another person away. But then his head is being tilted up by a soft hand and he's looking into oceans.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"There is no-one left and I cannot do this alone."

Something sparks in those emerald green eyes.

"You have never been alone Jason Grace. When the world is dust and the gods can once again become mortal, you will find that only one thing still exists."

"What— what is that?" He hiccups.

"Love. You cannot be alone if you have love."

His eyes pool with tears, fall to the floor, "Lies. There is no love."

"You have forgotten my friend what it feels like. And that is no one's fault but ours. We should have been there. Should have helped you, seen the signs. I should have known."

"Why you?"

"Because I know what it's like to have everything you've never wanted and bear the burden anyway. And when I left I added to yours. I'm sorry for that. I got selfish, wanted to know what it was like to live. But that meant you suffered."

"It's not your fault. I just thought I was stronger than I am."

"You are strong. You are so strong because you are still here. You took the nature of the gods and made it your own. Took the burden of everyone in these camps and carried it on your shoulders."

"Thank you," He mumbles, getting lost in the seas, "For saying that. When did you get so philosophical and wise?"

Percy cracks a grin at that, "After Tartarus I started going to therapy. I think you should too."

He mulls it over, flips the idea around in his mind, "Okay."

"And maybe..." The black haired boy pauses, "Maybe you should come with me to Montauk for the winter holidays. I think you could use a break from all the hero stuff."

"Really?" His eyes widen, staring at his friend.

"Really. Annabeth is in Cali to spend time with her dad and my mom and Paul are just going to spend some time at home with Estelle. I could use company."

"Won't you dad like blast me for being in his territory?"

"I'll talk to him," He smirked.

"Okay. That would be great!"

Percy gives him another squeeze and then jumps to the floor.

"Rest easy Grace."

"Jackson," He stops the demigod in his tracks, "Thank you for this. I needed it."

"We are alive Grace, and we are enough." Those green eyes are intense, filled with emotion. "Remember that."

Jason nods and when he finally succumbs to sleep once more, his soul takes a deep breathe and exhales a new beginning.

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wilfred (2011) - season 1 ep1 “happiness” review

ok so today were reviewing fucking "wilfred" basically its a story about a depressed guy who tried to kill himself but he failed because hes a pushover in life and even suicide is mocking him yea jk actually his sis prescribed him placebo so the meds he used in his suicide attempt were useless yada yada

then he sees his neighbours (on who he tots have the hots for) dog as a man and hes like lol wtf why is there a furry standing in my yard? im not into dogplay dudette, please dont do this to me ah-

unfortunately for him the chick, on the next day asks to take care of her dog meanwhile because idk shit happens in her house? and she has to work? yea something like that so anyway he accepts because hes into her and out of it aswell more out of it than anything tho

our man, ryan is pretty disturbed but it happens anyway he has NO control over his life so why would he have control on  a dog fursuit wearing 40 yo man? yea exactly wouldnt make sense

wilfred enters his house and smoke a damn bong thats right, a very efficient way to introduce what kind of character were up against see, jason gann has the perfect face for such character looking all dirty in that suit with a big ass black painted dog nose you gotta think "that dawgs up to no good" and youd be damn right keep reading to discover why so basically nm happens in this episode if it isnt the setting of all the shit because well ryan has a lot of issues and its gonna get worse you cant believe this dog is gonna make things better for ryan not really hes just scamming the loser with cheap tricks and drugs

btw after (trying) to vape or w/e with wilfred, the man falls asleep, wakes up because his sis whos a bitch, remember her

its important to spot whos a bitch in each show ill be reviewing its pretty easy to balance whos the antagonist and who isnt although it often is much more complexe than that which is why im here making it all very easy and very interesting, aside from lost cases like the magic school bus i cant make that shit any worse nor TOO better like i have limited power my reviews are sike but some shows are just nah back to our whipped cream: ryans depression: he is jobless ok? so his sis is mad that he doesnt make the effort to come work and do what he has to also he used to be a lawyer btw because his father wanted him to be and then his father died and he lost his job and he hated being a lawyer so w/e but he also seemingly lost all reasons to live and redacted more than one suicide letter so im not sure what to think about it he was really eager to die yknow his sis couldnt care less tho its like "yo stop ruining my image im trynna get you a job in my hospital fuckface" yea see that why shes an inconsiderate bitch

so instead of going to work because of wilfred, ryan takes him for a while btw that vermin also tries to get elijah (the actor playing ryan is elijah wood obvs btw so this series already gets 5 points to begin with i dont make the rules) to throw a tennis ball and dont forget this ball ok? its gonna come back and start a whole drama its the beginning of our adventure a ball

next theyre in a restauration thing eating chips and drinking a beer together dog and his friend then the waitress comes and

happens the tiddies eating, it almost one fucking minute im sure we could all feel the embarassement of having your animal rubbing its balls and penis against your friend whos over for the nights leg in the middle of spring and youre just trying to get it back but wow the hormones are hitting it hard its like a cleaning robot vibrating on a grandma whos cardiacs chest and you trynna take that little asshole away but for some reason its rubbed in olive oil so not only does it reeks of olive, its also slippery as heck and you can see your grandma spasmming on her soon-to-be deathbed, she has spasms for god sake no the robot no someone stop it from stimulating the old ladys torso ah shit marguerite died after drowning in her drooling 

not even died of an heart attack nah, it was such a messy death she suffered so much no one could do anything its like the robot was sentient yknow and well same goes for wilfred hes making it on purpose but uses the excuse : he likes the boobs it nothing personal, ryan

w/e they leave after paying (not for the side tits tho, it was a freebie for dogs) after that shit happens (i wont spoil you EVERYTHING, im just painting a pic here ok?) at this point you could wonder "is wilfred being a dick on purpose or its just about said instincts? how much percentage of his behavior is actually dog and how much is ryans mind (the guy is deranged  there is no denying that but how much? )) whats sure is that his owner likes her dog vm and hes maining that chick

good for him? but it also happens that before that, elijah just threw the ball above the gate and into his much less friendly neighbour because he was sick of the dog asking to throw it and so yea, there is a tension between ryan and wilfred not any kind of tension, exactly the kind of elija x reader fanfic i wanted to read except pov: im a canine furry and i smoke weed on a daily basis and im a jackass

theyre almost breaking up someone does something about it i was seriously getting into it wow oh no fuck look at me tearing one or two here

rip their new born bromance? or... is it all there is to it? well see no obviously its the problem we were waiting for because when our fella enters back home and idk whatever else happens its night and his sister comes home and she goes all "lol actually i gave you placebo itd be dangerous otherwise you numbfuck" but shes quickly muted once our man notices his dog friend in his yard... its time for a reunion a heart to heart conversation to proceed so he has to ditch his sis which he casually does bros before hoes

its again about the ball which HE WILL go and fetch by passing over the fence to get in neighbours yard but damn it cant be just that? wouldnt it make a lame crappy story? we need some actions, we got the tits, the beer, no job, delinquency has no limit so fuck it says the dog as he smashes the window and enters the bikers house because he SMELLS (like he smells the shit streaks you have on your pants) the weed, ryan is like "no fuck bro no shit fuck ah-" then sees the damn weed which they steal ok? hes really a pushover he has not got the right idea of stopping being one because thats what his new friends supposed to be here for yknow trynna get his loser into a winner, that lil camper gotta level up his game, go get into the business of life barging in kicking the door to enter, no shame nor hesitation were trying to make him STEP UP for HIMSELF but guess what? ill tell you later or itd be a spoil in a spoil surely a bad paradoxal medium w/e business going on blablabla theyre up to no good thats for sure as sure as how much ryans actually enjoy this the mans into this pee slash poop affair:

spoiler alert: he does it and

im just quoting him here : he never felt more alive nor glad to be so i guess thats whats life about shitting in peoples affair, stealing weed plants and quitting your job on your first day (you havent showed up tho so w/e you never really worked in that place no one knows you its all good you can get back in that place looking innocent and smiling with your broken ribs "yea nah i never had a job here and ditched yall huh" thats foxy of him kinda but not really since he had no intention back then to do anything for himself it was all strings pulled by a fucking dog hilarious really im having a kick haha no

so what next? theyre best friends? man and dog, a wonderful friendship happens he has no more family to support him but HE HAS A DOG guys he was so into it im feeling sorry for this hobot-to-be schizophrenic man

i wont spoil you but trust me when i say not to trust a furry who eats tits on your first date

in conclusion: it was a pretty decent first episode ill update my final thoughts on the first season once im done watching it but so far its recommandable the camera work is pretty cool like its not just thoughtless filming we actually have a nice feel to it, the setting of the series is esthetically pleasing you get nice colors and it aint boring, its not like a FRIENDS episode yknow? dawg i dislike how boring it looks filming wise for start but damn i aint reviewing FRIENDS rn so next, the comedy? after all its a comedy genre series not a drama, idk if id review an actual depressive show on here thatd bum the vibe out ok? i know im making all my revs awesome w/e it is that i choose to rate and comment but still im serving you a plate of my finest sheez not any fizzle in the mizzle ok?

anyway yea the humor aint bad, i havent laughed my ass of but i did find it amusing to watch the jokes may actually kick in in the second episode ill have to update this rev alright? just hang on to your balls peeps this fam will serve in due time

rating: 7,5/10 scenery/camera work 7/10 comedy 8/10 interest/entertaining points total: 7,5/10 for a first episode is fine enough to be recommanded, like a "give it a chance" sorta case yknow isnt the most hilarious show youll watch but its fine especially if youre into homoromantic tension between a furry and elijah wood 

jk 

tg, out

[azurehyn]

I hate to sound like a toxic 'fan', but there's probably no other way to describe this, because this is a rant of everything I personally found wrong with Voltron, as a fan who does love the show but isn't blind to the fact that...they fucked up.

I know someone's going to say "well if you don't want to be a toxic fan don't post stuff like this" well excuse me but fuck off, i need an outlet after that emotional trainwreck

If you're here for positive allurance you ain't gon get that

If you're here for positive klance you ain't gon get that either

Because why? This season was a fucken mess and screwed most us over. Hello and welcome to my poor and angry Ted Talk

They shouldn't have introduced so damn many plot points and leave over half of them hanging

They lied? Multiple times? Example: was Keith's suicidal moment properly addressed like they said it would be?

THEY FUCKEN BAITED US WITH KLANCE. IF YOU WEREN'T GOING TO MAKE IT CANON WHY DO ANY OF THAT SHIT?? LM AND JDS I AM GODDAMN LOOKING AT YOU

Lance being Altean? You handle that well with good clues scattered throughout the seasons and DON'T EXPLAIN HOW HE IS ALTEAN TO BEGIN WITH?

Lotor. Was. Wrong. I'm turning to @astralscrivener on AO3 with their fix-it fic because yeah Lotor's arc was good one but felt fucking off because he deserved a redemption arc and I DON'T SEE THAT ANYWHERE

Rift monsters anyone? There is a whole beautiful avenue of story there and y'all just left it hanging

Allura was also kinda wronged? Her character started off inherently hating Galra and quick to jump to the worst conclusion about them. What Lotor did was shitty af, but the way Allura handled that entire situation invalidated her growth from hating Galra for being Galra. If she had properly grown as a character and the writers/showrunners actually showed that, she maybe would have reacted differently to SHOW it, to show that growth. This is just my personal opinion, the situation might have ended up the same either way, but i dont like how it was handled.

Call me a Klance fan for hating on the show but i am never going to get over or forgive this; KLANCE WAS WRONGED AND WE WERE FUCKING BAITED. I feel like many Klance fans wouldnt be as bitter as we are now if only we werent fucken BAITED

Tim Hendrick is the real MVP

Which reminds me; how is it good rep to show us Shadam, and we only know it's Shadam from the comic-con because it is not even PROPERLY PORTRAYED IN THE SHOW ITSELF that this is a gay relationship which could/would have been construed as roommates/friends NOT LOVERS, kill Adam so that so that we know little to nothing about him, then AT THE END OF THE SHOW pair Shiro with someone, again, we have little to no connection to? I feel like Dreamworks or whoeverthefuck was trying to squeeze too much rep into one single character, with Shiro being Japanese, disabled, mentally scarred from his trauma, oh and also gay but still a great role model. Look, i have no problem with Shiro being any and all of the above, but as has been mentioned by others, they relied too much on our love for Shiro, and tried to fit in too much rep in a single character when it could have been evenly spaces out between all or more than (1) one of them.

You know something ain't being done right when a plethora of fanon is lightyears better than canon. Again, dont get me wrong, i do love the story of vld, BUT that does not excuse the smell of the stanky shit they pulled multiple times.

...y'all there's 200k word fics out there better than what the beauty of Voltron derailed into

They had a chance to be a groundbreaking american animated show in terms of represention and instead they chose to skate close to the ground instead of shattering it by screwing up on multiple accounts.

LANCE WAS A WASTED CHARACTER. SO MUCH POTENTIAL, BEAUTIFUL POTENTIAL THAT WENT TO COMPLETE AND UTTER SHIT

As a hardcore Klance shipper, i say Allurance would have made more sense and sent a better message if it wasn't some half-assed shit sprinkled into s7 and shoved down our throats in s8. By making it canon you're essentially saying its totally fine for a guy to make repeated attempts on a girl when she's said no, and he'll eventually get her through dogged determination. LANCE WAS A FUCKIN REBOUND. WHY SAY HE'S GOING TO BE SOMEONES FIRST CHOICE (do not @ me about The Feud) THEN GET ALLURA TO 'CHOOSE' HIM AAAAFFFFTTTTEEERRRR LOTURA BECAME A CANON THING???

"Better an open-ending for Klance than a definite no possibility of it" bitch the fuck, don't bait us with Klance and make it such an obvious ship from FUCKING SEASON 1

"You'll be happy with the lgtb rep" *insert most deadpan expression in existence* does this look like the face of a happy camper

If you could make Korrasami a thing on freaking Nickelodeon, how did you fuck up so badly with Klance on NETFLIX?

"Voltron was targeted at 7-12 year old boys" KIDS WERE SEEING THAT KLANCE WAS HAPPENING. MY 6 YEAR OLD BROTHER SAW IT AND THE KID'S MORE INTERESTED IN FOOTBALL THAN LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE IN LIFE

Unrelated but also related: if the Dragon Prince doesn't deliver on the GOOD lgbt rep they promised within the next 1 or 2 seasons, i am never trusting any american animated show that throws out the "oh we'll have lgbt rep just you wait n see" bone ever again

As someone who identifies being both demisexual and bisexual (demibi? Because apparently demigay Keith is a thing which just hurts now), i am sorely disappointed by, and hurt by voltron. The show isnt even bad! Its a good fucking story with good characters, a number of whom were utterly wasted. I think the whole mess vld derailed into in later seasons could have been avoided if they just didnt try for any romantic angles. Because, as they said, this is a show for 7-12 year old boys. Do you really think boys that age give an actual shit about romance.

Do you guys who read fanfics notice there is no 'fix-it' fics for the first 3 seasons? Those only turned up season 4 onwards. Does that say something? Hm...

I am just so angry and SAD and disappointed with THIS being the end to our journey with voltron. Just what the fuck. I know there's the comics but it's kind of not the same? And after what happened with the show i am wary about the comics now too.

Fucking KICK forever, fuck all of you haters and shit writers of the latter seasons, and bitches i can say that because I AM A WRITER AND HAVE BEEN ONE FOR 10 YEARS, I CALL IT LIKE I DAMN SEE IT

Finally, to end this rant, I leave you with what Tomoe from Kamisama Hajimemashita (dub) once said: I AM SEETHING. SEETHING WITH PURE RAGE.

*sits back and prepares for the hate*

[unholyhelbiglinked]

Camp Beaverbrook | 008

CHECK OUT THE STORY FROM THE START HERE

Hey Dad,

Oh my god, it’s so unfair that you’re already on your way to the Bahama’s! I know that Miss Henderson from down the block is picking up the mail right now- so there’s a huge chance she’ll read this before you do. Anyway, I really hope you catch all the rays and take advantage of that buffet… On a darker note, that camper, Jane, she hasn’t been found yet. Here’s to hoping.

Love you lots,

Chloe.

Chloe’s fingers ran against the grooved wood of the cabin wall. She could feel the subtle coolness soaking in through the glass paned window. Her breath clouded the surface, she could drag her finger across it and draw a lopsided heart as she used to when she was younger. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on the camp sign.

The engraved lettering was washed in a mix of blue and red every few moments, blinking and flashing to the point of morphing into a dark purple. It shaded Chloe’s features and made them look dark and cynical, she breathed out, letting the sheer white curtains in the cabin fall back to their resting place.

She cast her stare over to the tables that were filled with campers, some of them had the sense to awkwardly look back down at the ribbon they were weaving, the others openly gawked and even shifted their chairs to get a better look at the sheriff’s car that had pulled up a few moments ago.

Chloe cleared her throat evenly, shoving her hands in the pockets over her woven green shorts. She wishes she wore something longer. But Aubrey had pulled her aside and instructed her to keep her campers longer than usual. They were all blinking silently at her, those who hadn’t caught up quickly averted their attention.

Hayley, an older camper with a pension for anger and bribery was sitting in the corner, her feet up and a magazine in front of her face. They had moved her from her cabin, taken her away from a potential crime scene that made Chloe’s stomach churn.

“Miss Beale?” Anthony spoke up from his seat at the end of the table. He was a slight boy that was often swallowed up by his clothes. His mother hovered too much and had a whole list of things he couldn’t do. Aubrey practically ignored all the demands except for the peanut allergy.

“Yeah, bud?” She asked, squatting down so she could get a good look at the bracelet that he was struggling with. “Need some help?”

“No… What are the police doing here?” Hayley scoffed and turned the page of her magazine, Chloe fought the urge to turn around and shoot her a glare. Instead, she lifted both of her eyebrows, her stare moving over to the window once more. Anthony blinked a few times and shifted in his seat to the point of draping his arm over the back of the chair. “Did someone drown?”

“Wha- No,” Chloe stood, shaking her head as the rest of the room stared at her evenly. She had a dozen tiny eyes blinking and hoping for an explanation. Aubrey had prepped her on how to keep them busy, but not what to say if they started to ask questions. No one counted on the questions. “Everything is fine, the Sheriff is just visiting.”

Anna picked up a pair of safety scissors “No he’s not, something is wrong, my dad says that cops never show up unless someone is guilty of something.”  

“Your dad sounds like he watches too much Barney Miller.”

Chloe folded her arms over her chest and directs her attention towards the door to the crafting cabin. She scrunched up her features as Anna shrugged her shoulders and went back to cutting the lengths of string. Stacie Conrad was leaning against the door, her nose raw and red from the chilly night air, flashes of purple dominating her stance. She lifted her chin, sullen eyes shifting towards the front of the cabin.

“Hayley,”

“Yeah, yeah” She responded setting down the magazine and leaning forward to talk to the kids. She didn’t look like the caring type, but at this moment, Chloe didn’t’ seem to care. There was a certain jarring effect to the quad being bathed in the cold atmosphere of police lights. One that settled against the inside of her stomach and made her feel hollow the second she shut the door behind her. Stacie was leaning against the railing of the porch, a worried look etched upon her features.

She had underestimated the effect of the cold chill in the air, hugging her arms close.

“People are asking a lot of questions.” Stacie finally said, voice sullen. “Gail has been in that cabin fortress of hers talking to the sheriff for close to an hour now. It looks like they called someone up from the state too.”

Chloe dug her nails into the wood of the railing and leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the silver and blue car that had its headlights trained at the mess hall. Next to that was a black El Dorado that reminded Chloe of a supervillain, or someone who would pop the collar of his trench coat.

A stranger did lean against the front of the car, making it tilt to one side. He had a cigar trapped between his teeth as smoke rose into the starry sky almost as if it belonged. His hands were crossed over his chest and his lungs puffed out little rings. Beca Mitchell stood close by him, talking animatedly about something. He kept a calm composure compared to her arms cutting through the air.

He shook his head and put a hand on her shoulder before stomping out the cigar. Beca glared at the contact but didn’t’ make a move to shove him off. “You think that guy is with the state?”

“Don’t see why else he would come up to a small camp like this over someone who probably ran away in the middle of the night.”

Chloe pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked back and forth on her heels. The man glanced towards them, giving a half-hearted wave before Beca lowered her eyes into her palm, rubbing her temples. “I don’t understand why he’d be talking to Beca.”

“She was the last one to see Jane, Chloe. I’m sure that’s it.”  

Chloe put all her weight on her hands and let the wood dig into soft palms. Beca still hadn’t looked up from her own grasp, and the man had removed his cigar before shoving the burning embers into the painted hood of the car. He dusted his hands off and gave her roommate one last squeeze on the shoulder pulled his car door open. Even from here, Chloe cringed at the way the El Dorado groaned.

“You ever notice how Beca just kind of sneaks off all the time?”

Chloe knit her brow together. She didn’t’ think it was all of the time. There were moments where she would run out on a meal and end up begging Jesse to let her eat the dry cereal that was kept on top of the fridge. Times where Chloe would wake up to Beca grasping a flashlight before dawn even broke and heading into the foggy hills. But she wouldn’t say it was all the time.

“No, I can’t say I have.”

Beca Mitchell was an enigma in herself; she was rough around the edges, a tough nut to crack as far as Chloe was concerned. Everything about the woman was enough to send her heart into overdrive. She would sneak into the placid throws of a forest without light and it would make Chloe question everything- question her well being and her blind trust in a woman she had just met.

But then, Beca Mitchell would cover her up when she got into the cabin, smelling like enough pine to stir Chloe’s senses. She would pull the edges of the blanket over her shoulders and ever give it a slight squeeze before silently slipping off her converse. They had flames on them. She would gently talk to a crying child and apply a bandage, and she would help Jesse in the mess hall with dishes in sparing conversation. But maybe Stacie had a point. Maybe Beca did harbor something other than a caged heart and a pension to get under Aubrey Posen’s skin.

They watched Beca as she watched the man. His headlights ignited the dirt kicked up by rubber tires in a smoky mess that would irritate anyone. The silver bumper of his car came close enough to clip the belt buckle on Beca’s frayed jean shorts, but she refused to move, a worried scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

The stranger seemed to light another cigar, it’s angry red end glowing like a demon with prey in its vision, jaws dripping and engine growling. He said something to her through an open window leaking acid smoke. Beca Mitchell simply nodded, and Chloe Beale hugged herself closer.

[superparadise-ghost]

Will & Drew Headcanons for ya

I love these kids hskakskkaskakak

I think I mentioned the first one in my Will Solace post

pfff who cares

Will came to camp when he was seven, and Drew came a year after, when they were both eight

and they became friends just after Drew arrived because she walked over and literally poured a whole ass jug of orange juice on his head

Will, sputtering: what was that for?

Drew, deadpanning: I hate your hair.

Will hated his hair too so this tiny, chirpy child just thought Drew wanted to be friends

and now they’re besties apparently

when they were young they used to pretend they were a knight and princess from medieval times

Drew was both a knight and a princess because she wanted to be both and they couldn’t see why not???

Will was just a knight. he thought dresses were itchy.

I’ve mentioned this before too but: they’re both trans

And Drew’s known since she can remember, Will realises when he’s eleven and she explains what it means

‘YOU MEAN I CAN BE A B O Y!?!!!????’

‘if you think you are one, yeah?’

‘NOBODY TOLD ME THIS?’

they’re huge fucking troublemakers holy shit

they pull off the biggest pranks and the only people who have evidence that they’re behind it are the Stolls, but they have a silent agreement to never say anything since Drew has a recording, three hundred and two photos, an audio transcript and two Nymph witnesses to prove that the Stolls were the ones that dyed Chiron’s horse tail blue

for a few months after the Titan War, Drew acted like she despised Will

it was devastating to Will because he’s just lost a lot of siblings and patients and friends, and now he’d been shoved into leadership, and out of literally NOWHERE Drew starts hating him???

it’s because Drew’s trying to pretend she never trusted Silena, and she’s trying to make it seem like she never ever looked up at Silena and thought ‘I want to be just like you’.

while Will keeps saying ‘no, she was a hero!’ and it’s making it hard for Drew to put on this mask

when Piper, Jason and Leo show up at camp, Will’s the only one who knows that Drew couldn’t care less about Jason.

he’s the only one who knows that Drew only boasted that she could go on the quest even though she didn’t end up going because she doesn’t want to lose Piper a day after meeting her

he’s the only one Drew runs to, sobbing, when Piper leaves anyway.

:)

Drew does his nails a lot

Will... has tried to braid her hair, and he thinks he can because he learned how to braid hair when his was still long and flowing as a kid, but he ends up putting a knot in Drew’s hair so big Aphrodite herself has to sneak into camp and fix it

they have this thing where they buy each other the same gift every birthday + something stupid

Will gets a bulk package of gushers and one Caprisun every year. the Apollo campers don’t know why. it’s because he loves gushers and Drew’s nickname for him is Caprisun

Drew gets the exact same pair of boots every year. she has so many. what the fuck, Will.

Drew helped Will get a date with Nico, but only after she spent a few weeks following him around and screeching ‘GO GET HIM TIGER, GO GET HIM CAPRISUN’ so that he never actually got the chance to talk to Nico anyway

they both unironically love Taylor Swift’s earlier albums

they sing duets together

Drew can sing! Will can’t! it’s awful!

but they have so much fun so who cares

Will calls Drew ‘Shooting Star’

everybody thinks it’s real cute

but they don’t know the real reason

Drew and Will are the only ones that do

it’s because Drew’s ringtone was unironically All Star when she was thirteen

‘ALL THESE SHOOTING STAAAAARS’

‘SOLACE IF YOU DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP I’LL SAW YOUR ARMS OFF AND THEN WE’LL SEE HOW WELL YOU CAN STITCH THEM BACK ON’

[cloneslugs]

please king send me ANY sniper headcanons

(idk why im so tired and everything feels so funny rn but i’ll throw you a bone)

actually i’ll edit it here

trans. (pre/no op) he wears a binder on the job but only if he’s in a sufficient sniper nest but even then he’ll take it off bc thats self care baby !! if he knows he’s gonna be running around he’s usually fine w/ his thick ass vest + baggy shirt + undershirt combo :)

he. gay =___= + mostly just. sleeps around but is a romantic at heart but also. not really. he just kinda ? minds his business and like doesnt think too hard about things that require lots of thinking

mama’s boy!!!!!!!!! but tries to emulate his papa (sunglasses B) )

hes not stupid but he prefers simplicity 

POOR HYGIENE he brushes his teeth sometimes and maybe brushes his hair but. he pees in jars + the sink of HQ if there are none available and listen,, that camper dont exactly have running water

he doesnt know how to start conversations at all and actually doesnt. care for talking too much (which is funny bc he hangs out w/ scout a lot,,, but ig scout does all the talking) he jumps in convos if he has a decent/funny enough point but mostly minds his business

he wears a hat for added height + actually all his wardrobe is planned for his utmost social comfort

he flusters easily + hates it, like if you like corner him in a conversation + he cant figure out what to say he just =/////= + he doesnt know how to flirt easily if u flirt w/ him he’ll like stammer out something stupid or just pretend he didnt hear and like. clean his knife or something

he gets super twitchy/fidgety under pressure like above or if you annoy him, he like. flicks his bobblehead or chews on his glasses/fingernails/anything and gets tappy with his hands, he’s pretty good at sitting still most of the time so these are his Tells for irritation/that he’s bothered

he visits home when he can but usually its just screaming matches and he just storms out of the house and does some farm chores bc he still loves them

he’s really bad at like reading/pronunciation (i mean. he can read) he’s bad at spelling

he has a weird relationship w/ ms pauling like they obvs get along but they dont really talk much + she just gets uncomfy in long silences sometimes but they swap recipes and killing tips, he trust her to make calls most of the time and will just listen to her and let the others compromise it out if need be but he’ll interject if he thinks its serious enough(extra info: he just calls her “pauling” unless he’s being really super serious or feels a little snarky)  

he kinda wants a dog but they cant climb into sniper nests and what if it gets hurt

he’s. squirrelier than he lets off and likes to climb on things + also he has good aim with just throwing things

not to veer off canon but he knew he was adopted since he was little

he’s good at falling asleep anywhere in any position + can nod off w/ a sniper in his hand (sometimes thats not the best when youre waiting for a target)

he tries to call his parents at least 3 times a week / every other day if he can manage that

he likes his sunglasses for another reason bc he can snooze a little if theyre having a meeting a nobody can really tell (okay some of them can but listen)

he loves being up high !! no matter the weather he loves it thunderstorms or heavy snow or sunny days its a blast !! and he likes to drive around w/ the windows down and the breeze in his face its :)

listen ik this is canon but the boy is Mentally Ill but brushes it off around people and hates talking about it and gets all clammed up when its brought up by like. anyone strangers or people close to him (see: meet the director/meet the sniper(w/ his dad))

he loves seeing new places but he doesnt care much for like. trudging around the wilderness like?? mucking around in swamps or something like that, he’s there for the view and doesnt need the big exploration + running around that some of the others do

he’s self taught at bow and arrow + picked it up when he was way younger bc he used to think it was cool + sexy now he doesnt really. give it a 2nd thought

he’s actually big emo + has a big heart esp for loved ones but he’s good at hiding if things hurt him outside of his initial response(idk if that makes sense, like if his dad said he hated him he’d like visibly :O at first but after the shock he’d be B/ and maybe just go cry in his camper hfdhsjfk) 

he’s pretty blunt and isnt afraid to just ? point things out to people point blank and he doesnt really get?? why people get pissy

he like. snipes + all but he doesnt really believe in hunting all that much (like outside of the necessities for it, but even then he wouldnt participate)

i think he’s defo the most ?? standoffish out of the group like even spy hangs out w/ scout but he just doesnt feel a need to jump into convos and doesnt consider how much you talk to someone to be equal to the value of how good of friends you are like maybe everyone feels all “oh he doesnt talk much so we arent close” but he doesnt see that he just thinks “we sit in a room together + they talk/we do crazy shit together, ergo we are close” he does genuinely care for their well being most of the time

he’s not very touchy and prefers when people keep a distance + he’s just. awkward

he gets irritated easily in social situations/when talking, he’s easy to talk over, he gets more annoyed w/ what people say over what they do, he hates talking to strangers, he doesnt like when people pester him about his personal life, he generally doesnt give a shit about gossip + all + doesnt nose about in other people’s business like i said he just kinda minds his own and stays in his own lane and defo gets involved in the least amount of drama

he hangs out w/ the others but he spends most of his time on his own if he can, if he does hang out w/ them he’s kinda a wall flower and just watches the rest of them + has his fun that way besides interjecting a little quip here and there (sorry i feel like im repeating myself w/ some of these)

sometimes he gets broody and moody 

he talks about his job w/ really high esteem and he honestly thinks what he does is pretty great and he definitely doesnt think the others are below him but he likes to say what he does isnt mindless merc work its assassination just bc it makes him feel better about himself + its a good argument against his dad

he. hangs out w/ scout and just listens to the kid ramble about whatever + maybe nods or Mhmms along when needed but keeps his mouth shut but maybe gives Big Adult Advise thats maybe not always that great but it sounds smart, sometimes he vents to him bc scouts dumb and wont get it/remember it and his naive/dummy advise sometimes cheers him and actually helps 

i can probably come up w more but this is super long and repetitive F

[pr0gf0x-archiveseeya]

im petty and mad @ myself for being petty so uhHHhh petty rant i guess??? about a camp camp headcanon

https://justanothertheorist.tumblr.com/post/165807637771/davids-friend-pills-in-episode-ep-1-of-season-2 

i uhhhhhhhhhh kinda hate this post. if you havent seen/read it its basically guessing that david’s “friend pills” in cult camp are pills to treat restless leg syndrome or dyskinesia or a similar disorder and its like “MAKES SENSE CUZ DAVIDS BOUNCY” which i. first of all that just irks me to be like “HES BOUNCY LMAO MUST HAVE RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME” especially cuz uhhh i dont know i personally see david as really autistic coded and i think a lot of his bounciness is just? stimming?? he could also possibly have adhd but i dont know as much about that but okay anyway the post mentions the headcanon that david’s friend pills are antidepressants, as well and

the whole antidepressants headcanon, for me at least, is based around the fact that the pill are CLEARLY RELABELED. like??? davids probably ashamed to need antidepressants. david, who acts 100% happy all of the time would feel. soooooooooo bad about needing antidepressants like to the point of being in straight up denial hence the relabeling like “oh, what??? those arent antidepressants, haha, thats so silly why would i need antidepressants!!! theyre just FRIEND pills that help me be the best friend i can possibly be for all you campers!!!” yknow??? even though logically it makes perfect sense for david to need something like that given his life

like he acts happy but the only kid who ever really didnt... avoid him at camp as a kid was jasper who DIED. given how much david idolizes cameron and sees him as a dad figure, it can probably be guessed that he has a HORRIBLE dad if he sees cameron of all people as a better dad than his own. but of course, david being david, he wouldnt see it that way. he would feel bad that he needs antidepressants while other people out there are suffering way worse than he is- while he’s still more optimistic than a lot of people who ARENT on antidepressants

and like. why would he feel the need to relabel medication for  restless leg syndrome or dyskinesia i dont think hed be as ashamed of/as in denial about something like that

that whole post is like “WOW THE PX!!!!!! THE PX MEANS THAT ITS PILLS FOR THIS ONE THING” im pretty sure the “px” is just a parody of this (℞)

which is literally just the symbol for prescription medication lmao. also they kinda reference that the px MUST BE ON THE PILLS THEMSELVES TOO and if the px is actually ON the pills themselves, yeah they might be for dyskinesia, sure, but all we know is that the px is on the bottle????

and im just saying, i know only the “FRIEND” is clearly relabeled but the whole label looks fake and remade

and i know this is just a cartoon so it might be over simplified but real pill labels have SOOOOOOOO much more information than that on them. for example,

something like this. my antidepressant labels have the following information

my name

id number for renewing my medication

my pharmacy name

pharmacy number

my address

pharmacy address

instructions on how to take my medication

the name of the doctor that prescribed them

warnings (that whole “may cause” section and “dont take with-”)

a barcode

PLUS MORE 

so immmm just saying, that whole label is prooobably something david made himself especially since theres no evidence of anything being where the word “friend” was before? no scribbles or whiteout residue yknow

anyway. thats my 2 cents on it. the headcanon of davids friend pills being antidepressants is really important to me, especially as someone who is on antidepressants and constantly feels bad for being on antidepressants 

UPDATE: here’s what my friend who is also n antidepressants and whose mother has restless leg syndrome had to say about it

[9/29/2017 10:45:06 AM] seb: I just read your post and man. I agree wholeheartedly? And also, to me it doesn't even look like PX? It looks like he had a hard time hand writing the RX symbol? Mine looks weird too. It's like op was just trying to make it something not to do with a mental illness because it made them uncomfortable that it's what it was being headcannoned as? Also my Mother has rls, and trust me she is not bouncy. It's painful and uncomfortable. [9/29/2017 10:45:18 AM] seb: So I don't think that this person has that either.

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Love Potion

So I wrote this a long time ago back when I had about 45 followers. I dug it up and added it to my Ao3 so it wouldn't get lost forever. I completely forgot what I’d written about and now I after reading it I realize I always include Ship Captain Rick Grimes in my stories.

I’m not even sorry.

Rick will go down with this ship.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11390499/chapters/25507755

“Imagine Your OTP

Imagine Person A of your OTP being drugged with something that makes them think they’re in love with Person B.

B is confused, because A doesn’t act any differently.

What happens next is up to you.

(Bonus if there’s a friend there who understands immediately, and keeps headdesking.)”

Jesus had been going back and forth for weeks about weather or not to just throw away the solution he whipped up. He had found a recipe for what sounded like a love potion but he had doubts that it would even work and if it didn’t and Daryl found out he would be screwed. Daryl’s trust was hard earned and he wasn’t sure it was worth the risk.

Jesus sighed and leaned against the sink swirling the jar of pink liquid just about ready to dump it out when the door to his trailer pushed open. He spun around on the spot hiding the jar behind him his heart jumping into his throat. Rick’s head peaked in to Jesus and Daryl’s living space with his signature business face.

“Oh Rick, you scared the shit out of me.”

Jesus puts a hand to his heart in relief. Rick dosen't say anything he just steps further into the camper and reaches behind Jesus to grab the jar he was still hiding there. Jesus wants to ask Rick how he knows but the answer seems obvious. Maggie had helped Jesus find all the ingredients. She must have clued him in. Now he is here to stop Jesus from making an ass out of himself and he can’t blame him. Rick is protective of Daryl. Jesus is glad someone looks out for him.

“Daryl will be here any second. I told him I needed to talk to you both”

Jesus dosen't follow Rick’s logic. He was sure Rick was about to yell at him. He just goes with the subject change though grateful for the distraction.

“What about?”

Rick rolls his eyes and looks at Jesus from under his brow.

“I don’t actually need to talk to you but I am tired of watching you two dance around each other like this.”

Jesus mouth gaped open and closed like a fish. He was caught red handed but what Rick suggested was so much worse. He had been certain that he hadn’t behaved any different the usual. He’d actually been trying very hard not to let on to anything. Maybe he was losing his touch. Maybe everyone saw how hopelessly in love he was. His stomach turned at the thought.

“Rick I can’t. Daryl would never forgive me.”

Rick just rolls his eyes looking the way he always does when Carl is acting particularly like his age.

“Just trust me”

If anyone knew Daryl it was Rick so Jesus had a hard time arguing. The nervousness in his gut was insistent though as he ready himself to argue it Daryl pushed in to the trailer. He stopped to take his boots off Jesus noticed with a surge of affection. Jesus only complained once about him tracking mud around and that was all it took because Daryl had never worn his boots in the trailer again. Having been distracted by Daryl Jesus is surprised when Rick sets down three cups of juice and slides into the booth. Indicating with his hand where Jesus should sit across from him he calls out to Daryl.

“This is mostly a social call. I haven’t been able to check in on you two lately. Thought you could catch me up in some things.”

Daryl eyes Rick skeptically is he approaches the only empty seat and it’s corresponding juice. He slides in next to Rick and drums his finger on the glass.

“Wish ya said that when ya found me. I ran out an Aaron ‘fore I finished fixin’ his stove.”

Jesus palms were sweating as he sips his drink nervously waiting for Daryl to drink his juice. He saw Daryl eye it for another moment before tipping the whole cup back in one go. Jesus could see the empty jar in his sink out of the corner of his eye and his heart jumped into his ears. How fast does this stuff work anyway? Would Rick being here change anything? Jesus catches Daryl eyes and sips his drink for something to do.

“What’s gotten in to ya?”

“Hmmm?”

Jesus feigns innocence.

“Ya haven’t said a word.”

Rick is smiling behind his hand but says nothing as Daryl continues to stare at Jesus. Jesus waves his hand dismissively.

“I was just trying to think of something to update Rick with. I haven’t done much lately is all.”

Daryls eyes squint even further.

“You’ve reorganized the hilltop library, started training the munchkins with your ninja Kung fu shit, you replotted the entire garden, and you found 3 barrels of oil on a run. The fuck you mean you ain’t done nothin’ ”

Jesus feels his face flush. He tucks his hair behind his ear and smiles at Daryl.

“Well when you say it like that I guess I have done somethings. I just … like to help.”

Rick jumps in to save Jesus from the embarrassment that’s eatting him alive.

“Your work is always helpful. Especially the a 'Kung fu ninja shit’ Carl really loves it. ”

Rick’s smile is infectious and Jesus thinks he sees Daryl smirk too though an actual smile on Daryl’s face would be about as common as finding unexpired medicine. That is, incredibly rare, to put it plainly.

Jesus can’t help the way his foot bounces or his fingers drum on his cup and Daryl is looking at him like he has two heads. It’s obvious the potion he whipped up didn’t work. Now he’s trapped in this awkward conversation and he feels like he is going to explode. Rick eyes him knowingly and looks to Daryl casually.

“So Daryl I’m happy to see you’re not living alone anymore. I don’t have to worry about you so much.”

Daryl ducks his head down hiding his face in his hair.

“You ain’t gotta worry anyway”

“I know but I can’t help it. When everyone started settling down you didn’t. It’s good to see you warming up to this place. It’s better for you than Alexandria.”

Rick looks at Jesus as he says that about Daryl belonging at hill top and Jesus wants to crawl under a rock. He knows what Rick is trying to do but he obviously dosen't realize the potion hasn’t worked and if Daryl starts to notice how odd they are acting they will both be screwed.

“Ah Rick can I talk to you… for a second.”

Jesus points to the back of the trailer separated from them by an accordion door. Daryl is squinting at him again in that calculating way. Rick nods following after him as he leads the way. As soon the they are far enough away Jesus turns around letting himself feel the panic completely.

“It didn’t work Rick! We gotta wrap this up before he figures out what’s going on and kicks me out of my own trailer. I wouldn’t even blame him. Oh my God this was so stupid. What was I thinking? Love positions? what is this a Disney movie?”

Rick puts a grounding hand on Jesus shoulder and in an equally urgent whisper tells him.

“Jesus. Your a smart guy. You cant seriously need me to tell you what’s going on out there.”

“What are you talking about Rick, he’s acting exactly like he always does. It didn’t work!”

Rick grasps both his shoulders now leaning down to look into Jesus eyes.

“He’s acting like he always does you’re right. He listed off everything you’ve been doing for the last 2 months off the top of his head. He hasn’t stopped peeking at you from under his hair. He’s watching how nervous you’re acting and trying to figure out why. He’s barley payed attention that I’m here the entire conversation he was looking at you. I think he’s decided I’m making you nervous because he started putting space between us at the table. If we had stayed out there I’m sure he would have asked me to leave. The boots when he got here? You do realize he skinned a rabbit on the front porch steps of his house in Alexandria still covered in mud and dirt and blood then ate it’s raw liver just to fuck with the people who live there?”

“He what?”

Jesus is trying to keep up with Rick but he dosen't understand his point. Daryl is a messy guy it dosen't bother Jesus, anytime he’s asked Daryl to clean something up he has no questions asked. He respects his messy habits as much as Daryl respects his neat ones.

“Look. I’m just going to have to take this into my own hands.”

“You what? RICK dont!”

It’s too late Rick has walked back into the main trailer and went right for the sink.

“Daryl. Jesus and I gave you a love potion. Do you wanna tell Jesus why you aren’t acting any differently or should I?”

Daryl is sitting rigid in his seat. Jesus holds his breath waiting for Daryl to come and punch him or whatever he wants. When no one says anything Rick has enough shame to look a little guilty. He squats down to peek under Daryls hair barrier and asks again.  

“Hey, can I just tell him, he honestly dosen't have a clue.”

Daryl finally snaps out of his horrified startled silence and responds

“He want supposed to have a fucking clue. Ya prick”

Rick smiles now and Jesus thinks he’s never met these two before. What in God’s name did he get himself into.

Rick looks back to where Jesus is standing and says really slowly.

“If you give someone a love potion and they act exactly the same what does that mean?”

“That it didn’t work?”

Jesus asks quietly feeling guilty and stupid all at once. Rick literally puts his face on the table and groans. Daryl smacks him lightly on the ear. Daryls leg is bouncing nervously and Jesus just wants this to be over. He wants Daryl to blow up and Rick to leave and to never ever talk about this day again.

Rick and Daryl are doing that thing were the argue with their eyes and suddenly Rick is yelling while Daryl is trying to physically cover his mouth with his dirty stove fixing hands.

“He already loves you!”

It comes out muffled and garbled and one of Daryls finger ended up in Rick’s mouth. Rick spits exaggeratedly in the sink. Jesus just blinks. Then squeaks out a response.

“But..”

To everyone’s surprise Daryl is the one that responds.

“But nothin’”

Rick is grinning ear to ear and backing towards the door with his hands up in surrender.

“Look this has been fun, honestly, we should do it again sometime but you two should really talk.”

Daryl gives him the finger before chewing the nail he just presented. Rick ducks out and Jesus is left standing facing Daryls back with his entire world flipped upside down. It’s silent for a long moment. The tensions too much to break.

“Umm. Daryl?”

He just grunts.

“Are you… was Rick… was he right?”

Daryl stands up roughly nearly knocking over the table and shoves his feet into his boots not bothering to tie them.

“Yup.”

Is all he says as he leaves with the trailer down swinging open. Jesus stands frozen in place for a moment before an ear to ear grin of his own splits across his face. This didn’t turn out so bad after all.