#definitely not a rant

[xxashtreexx]

Darkness

Some days, it wasn't the chronic pain that got to Viktor.

Maybe more accurately, it wasn't the only thing that got to him. The two often coincided, of course, and he was smart enough to see the patterns and also stubborn enough to want to ignore them.

They'd always been with him, the black days. The ones where it was too dark to see through to the other side, even though the other side, as he could deduce, from having done this timelessly, would come.

Here was how it went: There would be a stressful event, usually a deadline, a massive chronic pain flare up, and then, once the whole thing was over, a lull of calm that was shattered by something dark that swallowed all the good things up and left him battered.

That was the only real word to describe it without putting the real word, the real definition, to it.

Viktor didn't want to put the real name to it.

The first really, really bad day had happened a few months after getting to know Jayce, as the cramps in his leg and back had turned into full muscle spasms that left him debilitated until they cleared up, his cane not proper enough to help him get by.

In a strange way, both the pain and the darkness were worse after getting to know Jayce, after beginning to work on their projects; the brightness he felt, he figured, had to come with equal darkness, and he paid for that.

If there was anything to be learned, from living as an undercity child and growing to be a professor's assistant, it was that there were costs, and that they were to be paid in full.

And Viktor always, always paid in full.

It'd come after a particularly sunny day. They'd picnicked in the park, one of the few green places in the Piltover. It was after a particularly stressful week, with deadlines to prove a new idea to the board to continue their funding. And with Jayce's completionist and Viktor's perfectionist attitudes they'd barely finished in time, despite having worked on hundreds of projects within the last few months.

Jayce was clearly trying to get a smile out of Viktor, and he succeeded with a few laughs thrown in, but Viktor could feel that tell-tale gnawing emptiness growing in his chest, the kind that didn't clear up with a smile, the kind that eased with a laugh before returning right after, like a rubber band, snapping back with ruthless efficiency.

"You know," Jayce said thoughtfully, looking at Viktor from the side, laying flat on his back in the grass. "I think we could take a break for a few days."

Viktor blinked, shocked.

"I could take you somewhere," Jayce continued, unaffected except for a slight blush, a little tremble in his voice. "We could go somewhere nice, or come back here at night to look at the stars." He paused, and then turned his head toward Viktor. "We could dance."

Viktor forced himself to laugh. "Careful, Talis, or I might think it's a date."

Jayce said nothing, just returned to looking at the clouds, a little delayed chuckle falling from his lips. "We could do it, though. As partners."

Did Jayce know what he was doing? Was he doing it just to torture him?

"As partners," Viktor murmured, looking up at the blue sky. "Alright."

Jayce straightened. "Alright?"

VIktor nodded, still looking at the sky. "We deserve a break," he said, but his voice was a little uncertain. All his life, not unlike Jayce, they'd been constantly trying to reach for something, a greater goal, something bigger. To take a step back from that, even for a day, felt strange.

"We do," Jayce said. Viktor knew he was probably just trying to minimize the chance of burnout, that he'd taken breaks like this with Caitlyn before, but definitely not with Viktor, and Viktor had never blamed him; they spent all this time cooped up together in a lab, enough time that it would make anyone irritable, a little frustrated.

Viktor didn't get to take that break. Not really, anyway.

He'd woken up the day of their not-date, and felt heavy all over, with the hollowness in his chest that wouldn't let up no matter what he did.

Ah, Viktor thought, stretching. So it was this kind of day.

He made himself a coffee and a bagel while he had the energy, lethargically stared out the window instead of eating, before snapping out of it and mechanically eating until he was finished.

Then, he laid in bed and tried to pretend that it didn't feel like the world was ending. That he wouldn't do anything to escape this feeling, different than the chronic flare ups, because those were about trying to escape his body; this one was about trying to escape his soul, neither better or worse but just different.

Viktor didn't show up to their date, but Jayce was persistent, and knocked softly on his door about an hour after their scheduled meet up time.

"Viktor?" His voice was soft.

"It's open," Viktor called, and tried to ignore how rough he sounded, too.

Jayce let him in quietly, did an audible double-take at the state of his messy studio apartment-style dorm, and Viktor could feel Jayce's eyes when he saw Viktor's form, curled up and facing the wall.

"Migraine?" Jayce asked softly, busying himself around his apartment like he'd always lived there. He nudged Viktor's leg, having returned with water and some crackers.

Those crackers had seen him through a lot, he reflected, mechanically eating it. The worst edge of the heaviness was a little better, but there was also this anxiety to it, like the performance piece was necessary but Viktor just didn't have the energy for it.

"It's not a migraine," he said gruffly, looking away from Jayce, sipping at the water.

"Not a migraine?" Jayce sounded carefully blank, but there was an undercurrent of hurt there. That maybe Viktor might have blown Jayce off.

Viktor reached out his long, thin fingers to curl around Jayce's wrists. "I couldn't. I wanted to."

Jayce blew out a confused breath, blushing a little at Viktor's touch. "Couldn't?" Viktor could tell how much he hated the echo, how much Jayce wanted to be in control here, to make things better.

"I feel." Viktor hated this. "Stuck." He drank the last of the water and put it on the floor, putting the remaining crackers there too.

Jayce swept him up into a tight hug, and the hollowness eased some. "It's okay," Jayce said. "I'll take care of things until you're free."

Viktor hesitantly returned the embrace. I'll be there tomorrow stuck in his throat, because all of this hadn't been this bad for a long time, and he didn't know when he could be back.

A part of him wondered if there even was a way of coming back from this darkness.

"I'll be here," Jayce promised, and tears leaked behind Viktor's eyelids, the kind of tears that were invisible and Jayce would never, could never see.

Jayce seemed to feel it anyway. They sat like that for a long time, before Jayce pulled away, embarrassed, but still determined. "Go to sleep. I'll be here until you're no longer awake, and I'll let myself out."

Jayce hummed as he went about the apartment, sitting somewhere else in the dark. It loosened the worst of the tension in Viktor's muscles, and then he was asleep, halfway between one lullaby and another.

Jayce kept his promise, with an added bonus: He helped tidy the rest of the room, left more crackers and water, with a little note:

Take as much time as you need, Vik. -Jayce

[lunamugetsu]

Perpetrator? or the next victim?

Tim is working on a case where a series of accidents have been happening that have all landed the victims into comas. The police don't seem suspicious of it but Tim sees it differently. They are all random people, but when looking at the photos/video footage taking during the accident. Tim has noticed a common variable.

the new barista from his usual coffee shop, Danny, is always somewhere in the background.

Now Tim has two theories.

Theory 1: Danny is the perpetrator!

Something that Tim is not a fan of because Danny is the only one that gets him his coffee order without any questions and evens adds more espresso when he asks for it.

Theory 2: Danny is going to be the next victim!

this is based on that Danny is the intended victim of whatever the heck is happening and that the victims in the coma were just caught in the crossfire. This is also not something that he wants because Danny is genuinely a pretty nice guy to talk to.

So what can Tim Drake do?

Stay by Danny's side of course!

Take his time with finishing work at the coffee shop.

Conversing with Danny whenever business was slow.

Hanging out with Danny at times.

Asking him out to dinner-wait what?

--

Meanwhile

Danny is in Gotham because he's helping Constantine with some evil Demon business.

The demon's been targeting certain people and Danny's job is to hold onto the people's souls until the demon is dealt with by Constantine. When that's done he'll return everybody's souls back to their body. No harm done!

And he's even making a friend with that guy who also drinks the coffee on steroids beverage he made.

Plus Constantine told the vigilantes of Gotham that he was there to help so there's no problem of him being there right?

...

Constantine told them why he was here right?

[siryyeet]

"the definition of bread is a linguistic difference. What non-german speaking parts of the world see as bread is simply because of language. Just because german is so strict with the definition and I go crazy seeing various non-bread baked goods (by german definition) get called bread, doesn't that mean it isn't bread by other languages definition." <- me talking to myself whenever I see a 'bread' poll

[acornered]

I've never really self-identifed as butch because my style sensibility leans more toward effeminate gay man/eccentric grandparent but while my girlfriend was visiting, the clasps that held the shoulder strap of her handbag kept breaking (thanks temu), and finally I got fed up and fixed it by

a) wrenching off the old clasps with a pair of plyers and

b) replacing them with the only clasps I had on hand, which were 2 giant carabiners

and yeah, now that I think about it, that is incredibly butch lesbian behavior.

[hammerings]

loki fans having it rough these days so can i offer you something cute: ponytail loki

[ninjautizm]

I know everyone is obsessing over kai and Lloyd with their brother bond but what about Lloyd and Nya.. although they don't interact as much, I feel like they'd be best friends too 🥹💚

Especially when Nya was becoming a ninja and she was dealing with misogyny, when darreth was all like "but, Nya is a girl.." and Lloyd went "Nya is a NINJA" my green boy is a feminist

I want that "boy best friend and girl best friend" duo from Lloyd and Nya 🥹💚💙

[hauntingsofhouses]

Very interesting to me that a certain subset of the BES fandom's favourite iterations of Mizu and Akemi are seemingly rooted in the facades they have projected towards the world, and are not accurate representations of their true selves.

And I see this is especially the case with Mizu, where fanon likes to paint her as this dominant, hyper-masculine, smirking Cool GuyTM who's going to give you her strap. And this idea of Mizu is often based on the image of her wearing her glasses, and optionally, with her cloak and big, wide-brimmed kasa.

And what's interesting about this, to me, is that fanon is seemingly falling for her deliberate disguise. Because the glasses (with the optional combination of cloak and hat) represent Mizu's suppression of her true self. She is playing a role.

Take this scene of Mizu in the brothel in Episode 4 for example. Here, not only is Mizu wearing her glasses to symbolise the mask she is wearing, but she is purposely acting like some suave and cocky gentleman, intimidating, calm, in control. Her voice is even deeper than usual, like what we hear in her first scene while facing off with Hachiman the Flesh-Trader in Episode 1.

This act that Mizu puts on is an embodiment of masculine showboating, which is highly effective against weak and insecure men like Hachi, but also against women like those who tried to seduce her at the Shindo House.

And that brings me to how Mizu's mask is actually a direct parallel to Akemi's mask in this very same scene.

Here, Akemi is also putting up an act, playing up her naivety and demure girlishness, using her high-pitched lilted voice, complimenting Mizu and trying to make small talk, all so she can seduce and lure Mizu in to drink the drugged cup of sake.

So what I find so interesting and funny about this scene, characters within it, and the subsequent fandom interpretations of both, is that everyone seems to literally be falling for the mask that Mizu and Akemi are putting up to conceal their identities, guard themselves from the world, and get what they want.

It's also a little frustrating because the fanon seems to twist what actually makes Mizu and Akemi's dynamic so interesting by flattening it completely. Because both here and throughout the story, Mizu and Akemi's entire relationship and treatment of each other is solely built off of masks, assumptions, and misconceptions.

Akemi believes Mizu is a selfish, cocky male samurai who destroyed her ex-fiance's career and life, and who abandoned her to let her get dragged away by her father's guards and forcibly married off to a man she didn't know. on the other hand, Mizu believes Akemi is bratty, naive princess who constantly needs saving and who can't make her own decisions.

These misconceptions are even evident in the framing of their first impressions of each other, both of which unfold in these slow-motion POV shots.

Mizu's first impression of Akemi is that of a beautiful, untouchable princess in a cage. Swirling string music in the background.

Akemi's first impression of Mizu is of a mysterious, stoic "demon" samurai who stole her fiance's scarf. Tense music and the sound of ocean waves in the background.

And then, going back to that scene of them together in Episode 4, both Mizu and Akemi continue to fool each other and hold these assumptions of each other, and they both feed into it, as both are purposely acting within the suppressive roles society binds them to in order to achieve their goals within the means they are allowed (Akemi playing the part of a subservient woman; Mizu playing the part of a dominant man).

But then, for once in both their lives, neither of their usual tactics work.

Akemi is trying to use flattery and seduction on Mizu, but Mizu sees right through it, knowing that Akemi is just trying to manipulate and harm her. Rather than give in to Akemi's tactics, Mizu plays with Akemi's emotions by alluding to Taigen's death, before pinning her down, and then when she starts crying, Mizu just rolls her eyes and tells her to shut up.

On the opposite end, when Mizu tries to use brute force and intimidation, Akemi also sees right through it, not falling for it, and instead says this:

"Under your mask, you're not the killer you pretend to be."

Nonetheless, despite the fact that they see a little bit through each other's masks, they both still hold their presumptions of each other until the very end of the season, with Akemi seeing Mizu as an obnoxious samurai swooping in to save the day, and Mizu seeing Akemi as a damsel in distress.

And what I find a bit irksome is that the fandom also resorts to flattening them to these tropes as well.

Because Mizu is not some cool, smooth-talking samurai with a big dick sword as Akemi (and the fandom) might believe. All of that is the facade she puts up and nothing more. In reality, Mizu is an angry, confused and lonely child, and a masterful artist, who is struggling against her own self-hatred. Master Eiji, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

And Akemi, on the other hand, is not some girly, sweet, vain and spoiled princess as Mizu might believe. Instead she has never cared for frivolous things like fashion, love or looks, instead favouring poetry and strategy games instead, and has always only cared about her own independence. Seki, her father figure who knows her best, knows this.

But neither is she some authoritative dominatrix, though this is part of her new persona that she is trying to project to get what she wants. Because while Akemi is willful, outspoken, intelligent and authoritative, she can still be naive! She is still often unsure and needs to have her hand held through things, as she is still learning and growing into her full potential. Her new parental/guardian figure, Madame Kaji, knows this as well.

So with all that being said, now that we know that Mizu and Akemi are essentially wearing masks and putting up fronts throughout the show, what would a representation of Mizu's and Akemi's true selves actually look like? Easy. It's in their hair.

This shot on the left is the only time we see Mizu with her hair completely down. In this scene, she's being berated by Mama, and her guard is completely down, she has no weapon, and is no longer wearing any mask, as this is after she showed Mikio "all of herself" and tried to take off the mask of a subservient housewife. Thus, here, she is sad, vulnerable, and feeling small (emphasised further by the framing of the scene). This is a perfect encapsulation of what Mizu is on the inside, underneath all the layers of revenge-obsession and the walls she's put around herself.

In contrast, the only time we Akemi with her hair fully down, she is completely alone in the bath, and this scene takes place after being scorned by her father and left weeping at his feet. But despite all that, Akemi is headstrong, determined, taking the reigns of her life as she makes the choice to run away, but even that choice is reflective of her youthful naivety. She even gets scolded by Seki shortly after this in the next scene, because though she wants to be independent, she still hasn't completely learned to be. Not yet. Regardless, her decisiveness and moment of self-empowerment is emphasised by the framing of the scene, where her face takes up the majority of the shot, and she stares seriously into the middle distance.

To conclude, I wish popular fanon would stop mischaracterising these two, and flattening them into tropes and stereotypes (ie. masculine badass swordsman Mizu and feminine alluring queen but also girly swooning damsel Akemi), all of which just seems... reductive. It also irks me when Akemi is merely upheld as a love interest and romantic device for Mizu and nothing more, when she is literally Mizu's narrative foil (takes far more narrative precedence over romantic interest) and the deuteragonist of this show. She is her own person. That is literally the theme of her entire character and arc.

[itsdefinitely]

i had a vision

[jennelikejennay]

I feel like people who write off Kirk as a "womanizer" don't really draw the lines in the right places.

To me the division is not "man who has a lot of sex | man who doesn't." It's "man who treats women as objects to collect and enjoy | man who genuinely sees women as people and loves them."

It's the post scarcity future, I'm sure there's a vaccine for every STI and we know their birth control works great. There's no reason not to have sex if you want to have it. There shouldn't be shame involved in having lots of it.

But if you watch Kirk carefully, he does not ever treat women like collectibles or disposables. He interacts with them very much as people. Some he flirts with and it's not serious (which they know). Some he's trying to help. Some manipulate him, which sucks. And some he presumably has sex with, but only because he genuinely likes them as people and wants to do this fun thing with them.

None of this fits the idea of a womanizer as a man who takes advantage, pretends to be in love only long enough to score, cheats, gropes his employees, can't see women as people because he's only looking to get as many of them into bed as possible.

So I wish people would stop painting him as that. He's a flirt, he falls for people easily, he's noticeably horny, but he's never disrespectful of women. The writers were very careful about that. They saw the world around them full of that kind of caddish behavior and wrote a man who would never. They show Kirk being tempted by Rand, Marlena, etc., and then making the deliberate choice not to act that way. Because they were making a point about how a hero acts. We even see him give Charlie a lecture about how to treat women, and it's a lesson he personally follows. It's a bit heavy handed if anything.

And then people watch like half of one episode and go "oh yeah ha ha that Kirk, such a sixties womanizer hero, so backward, I'd never watch that." I thought that initially before my recent rewatch, but....that is simply not what's in the show.

[driftingballoons]

Dusknoir, realizing who hero is, absolutely terrified of touching them

Also imagining if they did touch and hero had a dimensional scream about the events to come…would have been interesting as a potential conflict between hero and partner

[starry-bi-sky]

jason and danny childhood friends au memes (mild spoilers)

[lottienatsnumberonefan]

god forbid a girl be in love with her best friend and a little insane

[nuemanfilms]

— just thoughts

handjob, spit, size kink, blowjob (kinda), sam winchesters monster cock

Summary thinking about how sam watches you try to fit him in your mouth..

Your small hands barely covered his length, your hands gripping at the base while you looked up at him waiting for his command.

“y’sure you can fit it baby?” he teased, running his hands through your hair. Brushing the stray strands out of your face. You thumbed his tip, collecting the precum and then bringing your thumb to your mouth.

You nodded, “Words, baby.”

“Yes, ‘m sure..”

He groaned as you lolled your tongue out for him. Watching as you guided him to your mouth. When he finally hit your tongue, you moaned in unison.

You could take maybe about half of him.. your tongue licking the vein underneath his tip. Knowing he was sensitive there, judging by the look on his face.

Spit drooled down his length, your hands cupping his girth.

“Move ‘em, baby..” He grunted, head tilting back at the sight of you. Your fingers working his cock, not to mention both of your hands held him.

You sucked gently on his tip, desperately trying to get more of the white liquid. He just tasted so divine. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Oh shiiiiiiitt, atta’ girl..” his fingers tangled in your hair, pushing your head slightly as you got the hang of it. Your tongue tracing that vein, your cheeks hollowed, both hands moving on his shaft.. it was so good. He felt so good.

“baby, baby.. slow- ah, down..” He could tell you were getting desperate by the minute. Addicted to his heavy cock on your tongue.

“Fuck, i’m gonna, god—“ You looked up at him, meeting his gaze. and that was when he lost it.

[thefloatingwriter]

the victors as complex characters will always be more interesting than making them amazing people.

like these are people who did absolutely everything in their power to survive something as traumatic as the games. most of them probably sleep with weapons in their hands. the thought on the forefront of most of their minds is survival. everything else—anyone else—can wait.

they sacrificed everything to crawl out of a killing game. their mental stability. their innocence. their childhood.

and after all of that, they realized that the games never really end. that they would sacrifice ever having a good night sleep without being plagued by nightmares. they would sacrifice their brains to help the capitol. they would sacrifice their bodies, something that should have always been their own, now snatched away from them. all for surviving a killing match that twenty-three children didn’t.

no victor is immune to this either. do you think cashmere doesn’t regret being so excited to go into the games after her brother after staying the night in a strange man’s bed that she doesn’t know? do you think gloss doesn’t regret not warning his sister about the horrors that await her after she wins? do you think brutus doesn’t sometimes wake up in a cold sweat after having yet another nightmare about being on the receiving end of his weapon, just as all of his victims were before everything faded to black? do you think enobaria doesn’t run her tongue over her sharpened teeth and wonder if it was worth it?

do you think beetee doesn’t flinch every time he sees lightning? do you think wiress doesn’t think of how if she hadn’t learned acrobatics that the 48th hunger games would have gone very differently? do you think finnick doesn’t see nets in the same way ever again, after he saw the girl from nine begging for her life tangled in a net he set up before he stabbed her with a trident? do you think annie doesn’t think about if she hadn’t spent all of that time on the beach growing up, playing in the water, that she wouldn’t have survived the dam breaking in her arena? do you think mags doesn’t think about how she left her district partner to die in the first ever traditional career pack? how if maybe, if she had been there to take the blow for him, there would be a different victor of the 11th hunger games?

do you think that blight doesn’t wonder what would have happened if the boy from two had looked up a little bit sooner, looked a little bit closer at the treetops above him, before the knife previously in blight’s hand found it’s way to the boy’s back? do you think that every time johanna picks up an axe, she doesn’t think about what if felt like to stab someone with it, what blood felt like when it splattered you? do you think she doesn’t wake up in a sweat, thinking the moisture on her skin is blood, that she’s back in the third quarter quell? do you think she doesn’t ever walk into her house in the victor’s village and think she sees a glimpse, a shadow, of her lost loved ones?

do you think that woof doesn’t use real knives anymore because every time he sees one, he remembers how it felt to stab blindly at the boy from seven? that even when he was seventy-five and the male tribute from eight for the third quarter quell, he couldn’t even look at the utensil and had to get cecelia to take it away from him? do you think cecelia can’t look at seashells anymore, that she could barely stand district four on her victory tour, because the girl from four was her last kill? that her necklace, a pretty one her sister made for her with a seashell strung through the string, was what cecelia used to choke the life out of her?

do you think that chaff doesn’t ever feel the phantom feeling of his hand? doesn’t ever touch the stump where it used to be and feel the phantom pain of it being sawed off like it was yesterday, even thirty years later? do you think that seeder doesn’t ever feel the hot sun of her arena on her body, doesn’t ever think she’s back, waiting for her death to come?

do you think that haymitch doesn’t start shaking every time a blowgun is provided at the cornucopia? do you think that he didn’t see the gold pin on katniss’ arena wear and have to sit down, remembering a very different girl with blonde hair and a quick witted humor with the same pin? do you think that peeta doesn’t hear foxface’s voice during her interview, over and over and over, until it’s so distorted he can’t even remember what she had actually said? that he doesn’t ever think of the girl from eight, a girl he might not have even known the name of?

do you think that, years down the line, katniss doesn’t realize the fate that waited for glimmer if she had won? do you think that she doesn’t wonder what would have happened if cato was a little quicker to get to the cornucopia to save clove? do you think she doesn’t wonder what the girl from four was like, what her name was, what her parents were like, what she was like? do you think that she doesn’t think about what would have happened if marvel was just a little bit quicker with his spear than her with her arrows, what would have happened if she was just a little bit slower to get to rue?

the what-ifs plague them. their games will never leave them. they will never escape their experiences. their lives will never be their own, if they ever were, ever again.

[fate-of-the-envious]

How is canon Annabeth abusive?

You want a list?

Alright!

1. She constantly hits Percy. Kicking him in the shins, elbowing him in the ribs, punching him in the gut. Not to mention the judo flip scene. Also, this is never said to be done playfully whatsoever. And it's done constantly in EVERY book.

2. She always belittles and calls him stupid. Like his plans never work. Ha, they work more than hers! Also, the parallels of her calling him Seaweed Brain, when Gabe called him Brain Boy! Like how would you feel if you have a nickname constantly degrading your worst insecurities?! All the damn time! Not to mention Thalia, who Percy was the first person who helped her after she stopped being a tree, after spending the school year with Annabeth started calling Percy Kelp Head and viewing him as dumb. Annabeth who ignored Percy all this year, and was overall just selfish and mean when they met again.

3. Annabeth is so possessive of Percy. Even before they are dating (which doesn't make it any better when they are), Annabeth doesn't let Percy be friends with Rachel. Trying to drive a wedge between the two. And Percy, literally only has Grover and Annabeth for friends. He is so alone, he needs more friends! Oh, and then with Jason she interrupts the two of them chatting and trying to get along. Also, just how she doesn't like that Percy seems to like Camp Jupiter, like he can't seem to have his own differing plans from her.

4. Tartarus. Everything about that was so bad. Like in Tartarus, whom Percy fell down to FOR HER, Annabeth brings up Rachel because in her thoughts, she needs to keep her boyfriend on his toes. Like bitch! Then, we get to how she thinks Percy is so manipulative when he talks his way to get Bob to kill his brother. Like that isn't Annabeth's number 1 tactic. She's so fucking judgemental!

And then the scene with Akhlys in Tartarus. Where yes, Percy is being scary torturing this goddess who tried to poison them to death. But she just tried to kill them! He's saving their lives! And then, Annabeth makes Percy promise her to never use those powers again, because "Somethings aren't meant to be controlled." Like do you know how useful poison-bending could be to save lives? What difference does this make from using a sword to kill monsters when all of them are trying to kill and/or eat Demigods! Not to mention, if someone is poisoned, Percy could help heal them!

Next, because of how horrible Annabeth made Percy feel for using these powers he attempts suicide. After he gets out and faces Polybotes, who controls poison, he doesn't even try to save himself and says to Jason that he deserves to die by poison for what he did! He tried to kill himself! And Annabeth never talks to Percy about this again, and instead talks to Piper who thinks Percy needs to be restrained like he's some kind of monster when he was saving them! Percy is literally the most selfless and kind person out there. And Annabeth treats him like crap! She doesn't deserve him!

5. Percy isn't allowed to have bad thoughts on Luke. Luke, who's tried to kill him repeatedly since he was twelve! And in general, this ship is so toxic and codependent right now, it's in no way healthy.

Anyways sorry for my rant, but yeah Annabeth is abusive, and it's just so concerning how people possibly in elementary school are being exposed to this being a healthy relationship, where girlfriends can hit their boyfriends, and can stop them making friends with others, because they belong to them like some sort of object.

Yeah, I just relate to Percy so much, and I don't want him to deal with another Gabe.

Edit: Okay, for anyone who likes Annabeth or Percabeth, I don't care - you do you. You can like and dislike all the characters and ships you want, just as I can. So, if you disagree with what is said, that's fine, but don't expect me to change my stance when I have already pointed out several concerning behaviors. So, like good humans, we'll just have to agree to disagree and move on with our days.

[blueskittlesart]

*sigh* thoughts on Nintendo's botw/totk timeline shenanigans and tomfoolery?

tbh. my maybe-unpopular opinion is that the timeline is only important when a game's place on the timeline seriously informs the way their narrative progresses. the problem is that before botw we almost NEVER got games where it didn't matter. it matters for skyward sword because it's the beginning, and it matters for tp/ww/alttp (and their respective sequels) because the choices the hero of time makes explicitly inform the narrative of those games in one way or another. it matters which timeline we're in for those games because these cycles we're seeing are close enough to oot's cycle that they're still feeling the effects of his choices. botw, however, takes place at minimum 10 thousand years after oot, so its place on the timeline actually functionally means nothing. botw is completely divorced from the hero of time & his story, so what he does is a nonissue in the context of botw link and zelda's story. thus, which timeline botw happens in is a nonissue. honestly I kind of liked the idea that it happened in all of them. i think there's a cool idea of inevitability that can be played with there. but the point is that the timeline exists to enhance and fill in the lore of games that need it, and botw/totk don't really need it because the devs finally realized they could make a game without the hero of time in it.