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Favorite Otps/Pairings: Lucas Scott & Peyton Sawyer (One Tree Hill) "Your art matters. It's what got me here."
#favorite pairings#i love them#enemies to lovers perfection#leyton#leytonedit#leytonedits#lucas x peyton#peyton x lucas#lucas scott#peyton sawyer#hilarie burton#chad michael murray#love#oth#othedit#othedits#one tree hill#faves
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HAISY: AN ANALYSIS
You guys are well aware of how obsessed I am with this ship. Them not being canon sometimes haunts me at night. I don't think I'll ever be ready to let them go. They were the only thing I took away from Season 8b besides from Clude and Kenzie.
After rewatching their scenes for the umpteenth time and feelings of revulsion towards the off screen and only like 3 on screen "romantic" scenes between Pascale and Heath, I felt the need to disect their feelings towards each other.
"Ew. Respectfully." - Daisy, Season 8 Episode 15
From those 2 words alone, I'm already intruiged in their dynamic, although very hostile from Daisy, but this only elevates them. Heath does everything in his power to come across as likeable to Daisy, which is ultimately (and temporarily) useless as Daisy believes Heath is still the mole. Heath's humble nature heavily contrasts with Daisy's pride and stubborness. Anyway, they work through their troubles and are made the Nationals duet partners which guarantees more screentime (as much as you can get when you're still sharing screentime with ex A-Troupe members). They both noticeably wear green in their outfits, highlighting their predetermined connection.
"I've done a lot of duets and I really like this one." - Heath, Season 8 Episode 18
Kingston comes in to help with duet, and both Daisy and Heath feel the pressure of being critiqued. The duet partners, after some time, decide to confide in each other about their feelings of doubt. If it wasn't obvious in Episode 15, it's crystal clear that these two are going to fall for each other. Even the TNS writers were onto this, evidently shown through their "moment" before Kingston interrupted them. He even states in his talking head, "I feel like maybe I'm interrupting something. I don't know what, but... something."
"As much as you think you're the one who's hurting right now, you hurt me a lot worse." - Heath, Season 8 Episode 21
I personally believe that this episode showcases Daisy's crush on Heath. I would also like to bring in the trope - A fell first, but B fell harder. Daisy IS B. Do you not see her using the excuse of more rehearsal time just to spend more time with Heath and her several questions about whoever Heath is meeting up with? Anyway, Daisy catches Heath meeting up with Lucien and Grace, and *angsty miscommunication* ensues. Now, I'm a hater for the miscommunication trope, BUT it is used so effectively here that I can't complain. Daisy does damage control on her feelings by reverting back to her former self and antagonising Heath. This obviously breaks Heath's heart because Daisy no longer trusts, temporarily breaking their connection.
"When we dance together, I know you won't let me down, and I need you to know that I won't let you down either." - Daisy, Season 8 Episode 25
It's the day of the Nationals duet, and Daisy and Heath are on bad terms. To rekindle their relationship, Daisy "kidnaps" Heath and forces him to clean mirrors with her while they talk about their feelings. Ignoring the logistics of time, their shenanigans are endearing and entertaining. Ships have different factors that help elevate them, and Haisy's banter, which is filled with humour, makes them all the more loveable. Daisy gives Heath a heartfelt apology, allowing them to make up and perform well in the duet round. ALSO, when it's announced that TNS have won Nationals, Daisy and Heath hug each other instinctively. Just thought that should be mentioned.
"Now it's just because I think you're really great Daisy and I want you to know that." - Heath Season 9 Episode 1
They're back and better than ever! Their chemistry and banter are off the charts alongside their newly established colour scheme of green and purple. Daisy wants to give Heath a present, but Heath inexplicably refuses it, causing Daisy to walk off. Ethan suggests to Heath that he should just get her a present so the two of them can exchange. Unfortunately, tickets to Daisy's favourite band are too expensive, so they can't go together, but Heath still buys Daisy a ticket regardless just because he knows it'll make her happy. THEY'RE SO IN LOVE I CAN'T CONTAIN MYSELF.
"I'll never have another duet partner like you." - Heath, Season 9 Episode 4
Ariana and Grace steal Daisy's bowstaff, preventing her from making A-Troupe, but as karma (and the power Daisy holds), Grace is unable to make it onto A-Troupe Daisy and Heath walk into a darkly lit Studio A as Heath rambles on about taking Grace down. However, Daisy has accepted her fate and reminds him that she wasn't prepared. Heath disagrees, claiming, "Daisy, I don't know if I can move on from this." This equating to everything they have together, duh! They have an emotional goodbye duet and hug for an eternity before finally letting go. The second that Daisy walks out the door, the remaining lights turn off, symbolising how lost Heath feels now: "I don't know what I'm going to do without Daisy." I bawled my eyes out when I first watched this, and a little bit of my heart aches every time I rewatch it.
In conclusion, Haisy remains an un-canon ship, which is baffling to some extent but also a relief as the writers couldn't break them up in a ridiculous fashion and have them never talk to each other again following the break up. Regardless, they were the highlight of Season 8 and showcased the writers' ability of character dynamics and drama relating to those characters which strengthens the relationship instead of being its detriment. (Thank you Kenzie for pairing them together, your service as dance captain is truly appreciated.)
#the next step#tns#thenextstep#daisy tns#heath tns#tns s8#tns s9#enemies to lovers perfection#the power they hold#can't escape the chokehold they have on me#he fell first#she fell harder#banter
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on first loves yunqing lol they are silly that's it that's the prompt anyways i think this is like the first thing i've posted here that has an actual background which is kind of insane. i think you can tell i don't draw backgrounds very often. anyways yunqing is so ponytail puller annoying each other even though they've realized they like each other core and it's satisfying my peepaw heart
bg only/closeups under keep reading
#artwork#digital art#art#hsr fanart#hsr#honkai star rail#illustration#yanqing#hsr yanqing#yunli#hsr yunli#yunqing#yunli x yanqing#yanqing x yunli#jing yuan#jiaoqiu#moze#huaiyan#big sword little sword dynamic#they are so little kids being mean to their crushes core#in the words of keebs “the perfect enemies to lovers”#i think it's so funny how the moment boomer jiaoqiu steps in they both turn to gank him because they're in the old people are uncool phase#ig they're more rivals to lovers than enemies to lovers#but i think their duel makes them enough of enemies that it counts#probably i think#anyways i actually slaved over this (it only took like 6 hours max i am exaggerating)#drawing is more productive than playing games though ig#i've actually been rotting away this summer#i'm gonna have to get back in the grindset in art school#yeah i'm going to art school that's funny huh
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modern AU seb and clora's first interaction 📘📗 (and by modern AU i actually mean super trope-filled high school romance set in the 80's/90's LOL)
#i need to do ALL the tropes like seb doing the classic 'sneak into her bedroom window' ....and also drive in movies#instead of magic duelling they duel via competing grades LOL. and instead of being a beater seb is on the football team#theyre much more enemies/rivals to lovers in this au than usual too since bookworm vs popular jock. I PROUDLY LOVE MY CLICHES#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x oc#hogwarts legacy fanart#sebastian sallow fanart#choccyart#clora clemons#clora when she realizes people can be athletic....AND BE SMART??? no fair. HOW COME HE GETS BOTH#u can tell my boss isnt giving me much work this month bc of all the shit i have time to draw LOOL fine by me!!!!!!!#i already have 2 other modern au pages sketched out of them directly after this scene and then them at a house party#im open to more ideas too👀👀#omg i just realized if this takes place in the 80s then its flipped from being 1890 to 1980......its perfect
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I don't get how people don't like jegulus. Just go away, inject some homosexuality into your bloodstream, and then come back to me. Until then, leave me and my gay little simps be 😌🫸
#they are just so perfect#they are all the tropes too#best friend's brother#brother's best friend#forbidden romance#enemies to lovers#academic rivals#age gap sometimes#lovers to enemies (the war ig)#marauders era#marauders#regulus black#james potter#starchaser#sunseeker#the slytherin skittles
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🐉 🐍
#lui kang#shang tsung#art#fanart#укртумбочка#украрт#sovbarkbark#mortal Kombat#mk1#mk1 liu kang#mk1 shang tsung#mortal Kombat art#mortal kombat fanart#mortal Kombat 1 art#mortal Kombat 1 fanart#lui kang art#Shang Tsung art#yeah i love this two#i think they perfect example for the enemies to lover trop
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TOP FIFTEEN SHIPS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS: ↳ #7: Nicholas Devereaux & Mia Thermopolis-Renaldi | Princess Diaries 2 (2004)
Tell me your greatest desires. Tell me a secret. Isn't that the same thing? Almost, but anyone can see your desires. No one knows what's in your heart.
#princess diaries 2#top15*#filmedit#cinemapix#userannalise#userpavlova#usermandie#usercallie#userbrittney#userbecca#userrobin#userkimmy#userfilm#useroli#mia x nicholas#movies#myedit#they're just so perfect#enemies to lovers excellence
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pov: you'r 190cm tall and it starts raining ; she's 154cm and forgot her umbrella
#enemies to lovers#battle couple#tiny & tall#THEY HAVE THE PERFECT TROPES SUE ME#jeanpiku#ジャンピク#jean kirstein#jean kirschstein#pieck finger#aot fanart#snk fanart#Attack on Titan#shingeki no kyojin
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for anyone having a rough day here’s nico and kevin gazing lovingly into each others’ eyes as one of their names is repeatedly called to the point where it becomes a bit and they still can’t take their eyes off each other
#hulknussen#haasbands#haas#haas f1 team#nico hulkenberg#kevin magnussen#mag#hulk#enemies to lovers#dad energy#if they ever make a gay parent trap idk i just feel like these would be the perfect fit#f1#f1 rpf#formula 1#fan zone#idiots in love
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#Hands on hips when a hot guy looks at you
#Stop acting pissed Steve I know you want them to fuck you#SIGH#the way Steddie is like lighter and then like Harringrove is darker#PLEASE#harringrove is the perfect enemies to lovers#while Steddie is more like rivals to lovers or rivals to friends to lovers#I LOVE THESE SHIPS SO MUCH#steve harrington#billy hargrove#eddie munson#harringrove#steddie#harringroveson#metalsandwich#stranger things
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Oh The Hurt
Peter Parker x Reader
You never asked for this. You didn’t ask for the love that coursed through your veins like molten lava, fierce and all-consuming. You didn’t ask for Peter Parker, the boy with the soft smile and eyes that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unsaid words, to be the one to make your heart ache in ways you never thought possible.
But here you were.
You had always known that loving him would be a kind of torment—like dancing on the edge of a razor blade, feeling the cold metal graze your skin every time you took a step. His secrets were buried deep within him, a wall he built high and strong, and you knew that one day, that wall would break. And when it did, it would bring both of you to your knees.
You didn’t need to know all the details. You didn’t need to understand the full scope of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. But you did. You understood that every moment you spent with him was precious because it was fleeting. It was borrowed time, given to you in stolen seconds between the chaos and the danger that followed him wherever he went.
And every time he left, every time he disappeared into the night, part of you died a little more.
You hadn’t meant for it to come to this, for the relationship to unravel in the way it did. But love, for all its beauty, often burns the brightest right before it fades.
It started small. A quiet distance, a hesitance in his touch, the way his eyes would dart away from yours as if he couldn’t bear to look too long. You told yourself it was nothing—just the weight of his dual life, the mask he wore in both his worlds. But deep down, you knew the truth.
Peter was slipping away, and you couldn’t stop it.
The first time you saw him with her, your heart shattered.
You had caught a glimpse of them together, her laughing as Peter touched her arm, his fingers lingering far too long. It was nothing—nothing more than a harmless moment between friends, or so you convinced yourself. But then you saw the way he looked at her, the way his smile seemed to shine a little brighter, and that was when the walls you had built around yourself started to crumble.
You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. Your world tilted on its axis, and for the first time in your life, you realized you were losing him.
The confrontation came after a night spent pretending everything was fine, pretending you hadn’t seen the way his eyes had softened when she spoke to him. You could feel the weight of your emotions pressing down on you, suffocating you. It had to be said. You couldn’t keep living in this silence.
“Peter,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you stood in front of him. “Please… don’t do this.”
He looked at you, and you could see it—the guilt, the sorrow, the part of him that knew this was wrong. But it was already too late. He had already crossed the line. There was no going back.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the words themselves would wound both of you.
“You’re already hurting me,” you shot back, your chest tight with pain. “I see it in your eyes. You’ve already chosen.”
His face twisted, and for a moment, you saw the boy you loved—the one who would do anything to make things right. But even that wasn’t enough. His shoulders slumped as if the weight of his choices had finally crushed him.
“I didn’t mean to…” Peter trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
“You didn’t mean to,” you repeated, your voice raw with a bitterness you had never known. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re choosing her. You’re choosing someone else.”
He reached out to you, his hand trembling as it hovered near your arm, but you took a step back, the sting of his touch a reminder of the distance that had already formed between you. A touch you couldn’t bring yourself to feel, not when the reality of it all was too much to bear.
“I can’t…” he whispered, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I don’t know how to choose.”
You didn’t know how to respond. How could you? You had spent so long pretending that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for you both. But the truth was, Peter had always been torn. Torn between the man he had been and the hero he had to be. Torn between the love he had for you and the guilt that would never leave him. And in the end, it wasn’t you he would choose.
The night stretched on, an endless black void that swallowed you whole. Every step you took, every thought you had, led back to him. To Peter. To the way he had looked at her, the way he had touched her, the way his heart seemed to beat for someone else.
And yet, even as the tears burned your eyes, even as your chest threatened to collapse under the weight of the ache, there was something inside you that couldn’t let him go. You hated him for it. You hated him for choosing her. But more than that, you hated yourself for not being able to hate him. You still loved him. Even as he tore you apart, piece by piece, you still loved him.
And that was the cruelest part.
You hadn’t expected him to show up at your door that night. You hadn’t expected him to come crawling back after everything had already fallen apart. But there he was, standing on your doorstep with the same haunted look in his eyes, the same broken boy who had once made you believe in something greater.
“Please…” he whispered, voice cracking. “Please let me fix this. I can’t stand the thought of losing you. Please, I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”
Your heart twisted, and for a moment, you thought you might break in his arms. You could feel the weight of everything he was saying, the desperate plea in his eyes. But no matter how badly you wanted to believe him, you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you knew that it was already too late. The damage had been done. And in the end, love wasn’t enough to save either of you.
You stepped back, shaking your head, and before you could say the words, the tears had already begun to fall.
“I can’t do this anymore, Peter,” you whispered, your voice trembling with every syllable. “I can’t keep waiting for you to choose me. I can’t keep pretending like everything will be okay when it never will be.”
His hand shot out, reaching for you, but you were already too far gone.
“I love you,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper now, like a prayer. “I love you so much. I never wanted to hurt you.”
But you could see it—the truth in his eyes, the lies wrapped in his promises. The love he had for you had never been enough to make him choose you. Not truly. Not when the world needed Spider-Man more than it needed Peter Parker.
And that was where it ended.
You closed the door quietly, your heart cracking in a thousand places, and you let the silence swallow you whole.
There was no happy ending. No redemption. No moment where Peter would choose you over everything else. He would always be torn between the man he was and the hero the world demanded him to be. And no matter how much you loved him, no matter how badly you wished for a different outcome, it would never be enough.
Some loves were doomed from the start, and you both had always known it.
Days passed, though they felt like an eternity. Each moment dragged on, every breath you took heavy with the suffocating weight of your decision. There was no closure. There was no peace. You had tried to erase him from your life, to let the wound heal, but his absence only made the pain more unbearable.
You walked through the days in a haze, numb to everything around you. The world had become a blur of colors and sounds, but none of it mattered. You couldn’t focus. You couldn’t think. All you could do was replay that night over and over in your mind—the look in his eyes when you closed the door on him, the rawness in his voice as he whispered that he loved you, and the way his hand had trembled as it reached for you, only to fall short.
You hated him for what he had done, for making you feel like you weren’t enough. But you hated yourself more for still loving him. Even after everything. Even after the way he had chosen her, even after the way he had torn you apart.
The nights were the hardest.
It wasn’t just the silence. It wasn’t just the emptiness that seemed to seep into every corner of your life. It was the memories. The way he used to laugh, the way he would pull you close and kiss you like the world could end at any moment, like the love you shared was the one thing that would keep it from falling apart. Those moments replayed in your mind with painful clarity.
You could still feel him, his warmth, the softness of his touch, the way his voice would soothe your fears. And it was those memories that hurt the most because they reminded you of what you had lost.
And then, just as you thought you might crumble under the weight of it all, he came to you again.
The knock on your door was soft but unmistakable. Your heart skipped a beat, and a familiar coldness crawled up your spine. You didn’t want to see him. Not like this. Not after everything. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from opening the door.
There he was, standing on your doorstep, eyes haunted and bloodshot, like he hadn’t slept in days. His clothes were wrinkled, his hair disheveled, and there was an almost palpable desperation clinging to him.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Peter said, his voice breaking, sounding so fragile that it made your chest ache. He took a step forward, but you instinctively stepped back, the distance between you both a painful reminder of everything that had transpired.
"Why?" You couldn't help the bitterness in your voice. "Why now, Peter? After everything? Why come back when you've already broken me?"
His face contorted with pain, his hand reaching out toward you, but you flinched, the rawness of your emotions surfacing all at once.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry. I know I hurt you. I know I screwed up. I can’t undo it, but I need you to understand something. I... I can’t live with the thought of losing you. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could do this alone, but I was wrong. I need you, and I’ll never forgive myself for how I hurt you.”
Your heart hammered painfully in your chest, each word tearing through you like a fresh wound. You wanted to scream, to push him away, but the truth was, you couldn’t. Not entirely. Because despite the pain he had caused, despite the deep wound he had left in your soul, you still loved him. And you hated yourself for it.
“I can’t keep doing this, Peter,” you whispered, the tears finally spilling over. “I can’t keep waiting for you to choose me. I can’t keep being your second choice, your backup, your convenience. I deserve more than that.”
His face crumpled as he stepped closer, his hand finally brushing against your arm. It felt like fire. You recoiled instinctively, the warmth of his touch searing through you, burning you in ways that felt too familiar. You wanted it, and yet, you didn’t. You couldn’t. Because every touch, every word, every glance from him was a reminder that this wasn’t love—not anymore. It was an illusion, a broken version of something that had once been real.
“I’m so sorry,” Peter said again, his voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to hurt you like this. I don’t know how to fix what I’ve done, but I can’t keep pretending that this—” He gestured between the two of you, his eyes full of guilt and longing, "—isn’t what I want. It’s always been you. Always."
You swallowed hard, stepping back again, your chest tight, your breath ragged.
“No,” you choked out, shaking your head. “No, Peter. It’s not enough anymore. You can’t just come back when it’s convenient for you. You can’t just waltz in and expect everything to be okay. You’ve already chosen her. And I can’t—I can’t keep being the person you come to when it’s easier. I won’t let you destroy me anymore.”
Peter flinched as if your words physically struck him. You saw the hurt flash in his eyes, but there was also something else. Something darker, more painful than you’d ever seen before: regret. And it was almost unbearable to watch. Because in that moment, you realized that no matter how much you loved him, no matter how deeply he cared for you, you would always be the one to suffer.
This—this broken, painful thing between you two—would never heal. You both had tried to pretend it would, tried to hold on to the pieces, but the cracks had already run too deep. You could both feel it, the inevitable unraveling of a love that was never meant to be.
And so, with one last, lingering look, Peter turned to leave. You didn’t stop him. You couldn’t. The weight of everything you had gone through together, and everything you had lost, was too much. The air felt thick with sorrow, suffocating, and as he walked away from you for the final time, you felt the fire inside you flicker and die.
You tried to move on. You tried to walk away, to let the pieces of your broken heart fall where they may, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape him. Every part of you still ached for him, still wanted him. But the truth was, there was no way out of this. There was no way to make it right. You had both tried to hold on, to make it work, but love was never enough. Not when the world was constantly pulling him away from you.
And as the days turned into weeks, you realized—some things were just never meant to be.
#peter parker x reader#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#peter parker x you#peter parker x fem!reader#peter parker x y/n#he's perfect#tom holland#tom holland spiderman#tom holland fanfiction#spider man#yandere#peter parker x stark!daughter#peter parker x stark!reader#peter parker enemies to lovers#peter parker angst#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#tom holland fluff#tom holland x y/n
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Some references and written descriptions of the lbl boys. I’ll update the rest later, but for now, take Sky, Minish, Time, Legend, Hyrule, and Twilight.
Please for the love of all things that are holy read the tags and don’t tag this as LU
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#with updated designs#I will NOT touch them anymore I will NOT#they are PERMANENT NOW#sorta#obviously they could change lol#anyways I’m hoping that people can understand their personalities just a tad more#btw anything I said in the past about lbl might be retconned#I explored the story a lot and stuff is still unsure#and the lover box means someone they are actually DATING/ married to#pining doesn’t count#so it’s a very small group of Links who do have lovers#ok Everyone looks so long but shhh this is a ref it’s not supposed to look perfect#I swear shoes are my worst enemie#legend of zelda au#zelda au#legend of zelda#lbl Sky#lbl Minish#lbl time#lbl legend#lbl Hyrule#lbl twilight#link between links#watch smiles attempt at the Hylian languages#I HATE them#also some people may not agree with some choices on here like the bad with teamwork or whatever#but this is about how I wrote the characters#and if you don’t agree with some aspects of the design#move on with your life
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«I wanna hold you in my arms tonight For your love, I'll do whatever you want»
beacons.ai/lemonhitsu
#my art#harringrove art#harringrove fanart#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#steve harrington x billy hargrove#enemies to lovers#mlm#lgtbqia+ art#they punched each other first before kissing and more#i love them so much it's not even funny#they brought back all my lost inspiration#thank you to my stupid rp billy#i love him even tho he's as stupid as the real billy#the perfect match for my rp steve
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"I want x spinoff, I want a book about y"
I want to meet the woman who had not one but TWO kids with Hermes. Two kids so close in age and are so alike people just assume that they're twins, two kids who are chaos personified, who singlehandedly run the camp shop, who are in charge of the biggest cabin at camp and look after their equally chaotic gremlin siblings plus every unclaimed kid at camp like Lou Ellen a daughter of Hecate and another being of chaos who learnt it all from them, and who take every opportunity to fuck shit up, to prank their camp mates or to steal shit. Their last name, which they get from their mama? Stoll by the way. Neither child notices the pun.
I want to meet Mama Stoll, who saw the chaos, who saw the bullshit Hermes brought into her life the first go around and said tonight's the night let's do it again. She is either the world's greatest cat burglar who enticed the god of Thieves or the messenger god was enchanted by the best god dam delivery woman on the planet. There's no in-between. It was just a bonus that her surname was the perfect pun. Her and Hermes laugh about it. In my head, it's all canon. Regardless, she unleashed two agents of unlimited chaos onto an unsuspecting world, and I love her for it. I take my hat off to her, I kneel before her.
Oh, and the oldest kid, Travis? He's dating a girl called Katie, who is the daughter of Demeter. Her last name? Gardner. Fucking Gardner. She has a sister called Miranda Gardiner, by the way. Mama Stoll finds it hilarious. Her sons still don't get the pun, but at least she gets on with her future daughter in law like a house on fire.
#pjo spoilers#pjo#hermes pjo#percy jackson and the olympians spoilers#percy jackson#percy jackon and the olympians#travis stoll#connor stoll#the stoll brothers#katie gardner#miranda gardiner#tratie#travis x katie#katie is at college and dating travis in new rome you may argue to the wall#theyre canon to me#do not cite the deep magic to me witch i was there when it was written etc#riordanverse#but like they're perfect they're head counsellors together they have forced proximity slight enemies to lovers thing going on#he makes her laugh & have fun she relaxes him they bicker like an old married couple he lifts her up & spins her around just because he can#and because he likes holding her she pretends to hate it but she can't rub the smile off her face... they're canon to me ok#mama stoll#mrs stoll
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Okay i gotta say Adar is so fucking patient like my God. Galadriel is a handful (two or three gigantic handfuls in Gil Galads opinion probably) aaand Adar just patiently deals with her every single time they interact. She pulls knives on him, insults him constantly. Like seriously what is this guy drinking, he's so damn chill.
#adar#the rings of power#adar is a better person than me i swear#galadriel#i kinda get the appeal of folks shipping them because they kinda make a perfect “enemies to lovers” vibe#like she's 3 apples tall and a knife wielding idiot#and he's just like 🤨 “okay hon if you gotta you gotta”
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just read a book that spent the entire time building up a relationship between two women only to have both of them pair off into heterosexual relationships at the very end so uh. feeling kinda discontented
#AND there’s no ao3 tag for this book :(#it was so perfect for a slow burn enemies to lovers between the women but heterosexuality strikes again#look i made something
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