#or bc he's too meek to confront anyone or even really believe in it

[rookflower]

hey can i ask your opinions on thrushpelt? just anything you wanna say about him :)

yea i like thrushpelt!! ive admittedly grown kind a bit of sick of some of the fandom's "soft boi who is sooo nice and perfect" characters lately (fernsong, alderheart, gray wing etc) but it hasn't really applied to thrushpelt at all i think he's a real one. i enjoy the tragedy of him viewing the kids as his own and then losing them while being unaware they are still alive in another clan (until the point of people demonising bluestar for it anyways. yeah that was fucked up of her and that's what makes it interesting. can't hate her for it personally) and also the headcanon/interpretation i've seen around where he DOES figure it out and keeps up the secret regardless. oughh. i know they're inevitably out there but im also glad i don't really see people ever acting like bluestar Owed thrushpelt romantic reciprocation because that's a miserable goddamn mindset i've seen both within the warrior cats fandom (dovewing in regards to bumblestripe, or pre-TBC squilf and ashfur) and in numerous other fandoms (listen idc that it's a silly cutscene in a children's game if i see someone post that take about the super mario odyssey ending one more time im going to get violent!!) i don't really like them as a romantic reciprocated ship all that much for this reason as i feel like it undercuts that idea of healthy rejection they're associated with. i do think people give him wayyy too much credit for responding Not Badly to rejection tho. how low is this goddam bar LOL. i like the idea of them staying friends, despite the missing kit thing. also i like bird prefixes which is always bonus points unless you're crowfeather.

[housemartius]

Hey if you were to rewrite HoO, what would you do? (I know this is a big question)

ooooof it really is and it’s going to take me a while. also i might not even write down everything i want bc adhd but here we go:

- percy and annabeth are not part of the seven. they’ve had the first series, let them rest for a while, they deserve it. also bc i’d keep the romans has an imminent threat to chb, they’d have their hands full with battle preparations and whatnot for the ultimate showdown

- reyna and nico are part of the seven

- jason and piper are not a couple. hera would give them false memories of a romantic relationship between the two. but they wouldn’t go for it. piper being a child of aphrodite means she can sense possibilities, but why would this necessarily mean she’d earn for a positive outcome between her and jason? i think that it’d be the opposite: piper would sense nothing. how do you build a relationship based on nothing. scratch that, there is something, but it’s all fake. what does she really know about this boy that wasn’t made up by a scheming goddess? i find it hard to believe she’d immediately try to jump into romance, and for what? to get back a handful of moments that never even happened in the first place? if anything, she’d start from zero and try to form a friendship with him, but not romance... and as for jason, he’s a logical person, i think he’d be hard pressed to start dating piper right away bc he’d believe there was no basis whatsoever to their relationship. if all your memories of a person were created by someone else, then you just don’t know that person, end of. anyway, no romance between these two

- frank and hazel are most definitely not a couple. no in-depth explanations required

- hazel is still 13 y/o, but she’s allowed to be 13 y/o. she feels intimidated by the rest of the seven (with the exception of nico, who is 13 as well) due to their age differences. she feels herself lacking in both wisdom and experience. she constantly goes to nico for comfort. around the others, she’s shy and meek. her disposition in turn makes the rest of them protective of her. it has nothing to do with powers, they are more than aware hazel is strong and skillful and dangerous. it’s bc of her age, bc it’s only natural they’d want this really young girl to be safe and sound all the time

- same with nico. although he relies mostly on hazel for support, due to being siblings and of the same age, he finds himself being cared for by the older demigods quite a lot. that’s just how these things go

- yes, there’d be two children of hades in this quest. i think it would be interesting. hades is the underdog. his children are feared, mistreated and ostracized. this could be the chance to have hades and his kids not only redeemed but also viewed in a whole different light. it’s about time hades’ bad rep comes to an end

- leo and calypso are not a couple

- leo’s arc would revolve around self-love. there would be no “seventh wheel” crap (obviously), instead, it’s about confronting and overcoming his trauma, figure himself out and grow. leo would find love in his friends. piper and jason would never see him as a pain or nuisance like they do at times in the books (ew). leo would be well loved by his peers

- calypso’s arc would revolve around self-love too. leo does land in her island, and he leaves on the little boat. but not before passing on his wisdom to her. leo is the one who helps calypso realize that relationships or romantic interests do not define you as a person. and eventually, not too long after he’s left, a boat appears for calypso

- reyna would be the unofficial leader of the seven. not the mom of the group, not the big sister, the leader. yes, she comes to develop deep and strong bonds with the rest of the crew, but she’s not anyone’s therapist. jason and frank are her right hand men

- frank’s stick might not even be a thing tbh. i don’t see a valid reason for it existing... i see his character arc more as growing from a timid boy to a capable leader

- the gods wouldn’t have that weird “greek vs roman” thing going on. like why, what’s so interesting about this in the first place? i just don’t see it

- i legit can’t think of anything else rn lol. but you get the gist, it’d about teenagers and their personal growths, just like the first series

[fmdminjae]

date: august of 2008 location: jinhae-gu, south korea scenario: minjae experiences his first, high school love. word count: 1,531 notes: this mildly discusses issues with sexuality!! so if that triggers you in any way, i advise you don’t read this! & hey PLEASE click here to read it on mobile bc i’m changing minjae’s theme atm and it’s gonna look so bad if you don’t!!

“kang jinwoo.”

“huh?”

“kang jinwoo,” a voice repeats,  interrupting your reading with an extended hand covering the book you’d been so into. looking up, you notice a boy, presumably a student, staring down at you. while you couldn’t be bothered to put on more than a sweater and jeans, this jinwoo...looks different. trendy. sporting a loud jacket, black jeans, and a graphic tee, he’s everything you aren’t - bold. the thought excites you, and yet you remain weary as your hands interlock, greeting each other.

“i’m...minjae,” a younger, naive you croaks, voice coming out much more inwardly than you’d  like. “lee minjae.” it’s like candy to your company, and with a grin he repeats the name as if it were something foreign.

“lee minjae? it’s cute.” cute? guys aren’t cute, you think, but a part of you believes it’s simply your brain forcing you to believe things that aren’t true. because when he says it, you feel like your heart’s been told to beat just a little faster.

“i-thanks.” you’re still not too good with words, all these years later. “have we met before, jinwoo? you look like a high schooler, and i’m sure i would notice you if we were classmates. jinhae-gu’s not too big, anyways.”

your companion grins, shaking his head. “we haven’t, but i saw you earlier today and thought you looked nice. it’s my first day here, i’m from seoul.” even though the city’s only hours away from your own, the thought makes you feel like you’ve met a boy from a different country. he certainly stands out, that’s for sure - that dialect he’d always envied, how he looked like he’d stepped fresh out a tv show, and how he makes your heart flutter.

no, not that. it can’t be.

or...could it?

“i’m not all too smart,” he admits, interrupting all those thoughts cluttered in your head. “so i was wondering...could you help me with some stuff? i’m in my third year of high school, are you too?”

you aren’t, but you do help. your brain’s been a year ahead for your whole life, anyways. with ease, you begin to help the older to understand. just an hour, he says, i’ll get out of your hair soon. but before the two of you notice, the librarian taps your shoulder and reminds you they’ll be closing in ten minutes.

three hours. swept away like three minutes.

and that’s just the first time. after that there’s a second, a third, a fourth. each a little less school-oriented, days of tutoring exchanged for evenings of laughing and crimson cheeks. without much discussion, you’ve moved your meeting spot to his house. perhaps it’s his devilish smile, proposing something more even you can’t pass up. or maybe it’s the gleam in his eyes, proving he’s no bigger threat than a burmese.

those months, spent together with him are the best of your teenage life. under the dim yellow lights of his room, surrounded by posters of bands you wish you were cool enough to know about. there wasn’t a care you possessed, living like that. until the day came, the one you haven’t yet erased from your mind a decade later.

“have you…ever kissed a guy?” he asks, eyes looking not at you but instead fixed upon the wall of the room. you freeze, finally forced to confront the thing that had been haunting you since he showed his face all those months back.

“of course not. why would i?” you ask. while you laugh, it’s out of fear, rather than true amusement. fear that he knows. because when he turns to face you, he’s nothing but doubt, seeing through all your walls you’ve put up. doubt. never has your vulnerability been so frightening.

“i’m serious, minjae, you haven’t...thought about it? ever? wanted to see what it’s like, just once?” it’s like he’s reading right through you, everything you’ve been dying to confess. heart palpitating, sweat forming on your forehead. you find no way to lie your way out of it, especially with the one you’ve been dying to kiss just once staring you down. shrugging, voice as meek as a stage frightened child, you mutter. “maybe.”, then the world explodes.

“then can we?” he asks, awaiting your response. but nothing comes out. faces centimeters apart, each’s eyes trained on the other’s lips. and to think you thought girls made you nervous. this was completely new terrain, and the pure unfamiliarity sent you into a wave of emotions. despite all the confusion, you know, just know that it’s what you want. so, after a probable hour of silence you nod your head in consent.

and that was the day you had your first kiss. who would’ve thought? those immature crushes on your classmates, those girls who’d quietly confessed their feelings for you, none of it had ever amounted to something as big as this. a kiss. something so magical, that had always been the antidote to all problems in the books you surrounded yourself with finally turned into something more. something real. when the two of you pull away, you expect regret. embarrassment. disgust. but they don’t come. the bubbly feeling in your chest doesn’t subside, and you surprise yourself and jinwoo when you lean in once more.

and oddly, it’s….fine, between you two. like nothing’s changed. it’s as if the kiss took away any tension you ever had. neither of you mentions it, or any of the other moments you share, to anyone but yourselves. but no one can deny that you haven’t grown closer. the months leading up to the end of the term are spent side by side in the halls, apart only to go to your respective classes. even when the bell rings and everyone heads home, you two are the last to go. lingering in the streets, hoping for just a few more minutes together. you have dance at 7. he has to be home by 8.  you come up with a compromise, one where he walks you all the way to dance and dashes home to make it in time. you swear it’s the cutest thing ever, watching him wave you goodbye as he jogs in the opposite direction. you pray moments like this last forever.

but they can’t. no matter how naive you are, you know all good things come to an end. the reality of graduation washes over you two, and before you know it he’s packing up for college.

“so this is….really happening? you’re going back to seoul?”

there’s a lingering silence. for once, you hate how quiet it is. because it makes you realize that there’s nothing left to be said, nothing left to be done. his decision is made.

“mm,” he answers shortly, not wanting to linger on the subject. “you’re all that’s here for me, minjae. i wasn’t meant for small towns, they’ve never been my style.”

you want to scream, aren’t i worth staying for? but you don’t. because you refuse to be selfish. if anything, you know what it’s like to be constrained, son to parents who want anything but for you to fulfill your biggest dream - to dance. you don’t want to clip jinwoo’s wings, too. so you nod, smile, and whisper the words you mean but hate to admit. “you should go, then. to seoul, i mean. i want you to be happy.”

so he does.

as soon as he’s out of your grasp, you cling to his social media for any updates, seeing what life’s like now that he’s back in the city. reuniting with friends, trying new things, doing everything you wish you could. instead, you stay behind, studying all night and waiting for the day you’ll feel as free as him. you two call, but as time passes so does the time between you two’s conversations. he’s a young adult, wandering as he pleases around the country. you’re still a student, working hard to stay afloat and graduate. two utterly different paths, not destined to cross again.

so you do what you promise to do, and let him go. soon, you’re off to college too, and you feel even more free than you thought he was. travelling to a new country, studying abroad and having the best time of your life. becoming an idol, something you would’ve never fathomed just a few years before, has become all too real to you now.

you let him go. but you don’t let yourself forget.

even after all this time, when asked about your first crushes and your ideal types his face crosses your mind. you smile, and answer with some celebrity’s name to appease your audience. but you wonder where he is. how he’s doing. if he’s watching you on tv with the same bittersweet feeling you’d once had towards him.  

has he forgotten your name? the days and nights of a better time, hands interlocked and eyes peering at one another? has he erased the feeling of your lips connecting from his mind, or how it made the world feel like it was on fire? you hope he hasn’t.

because you won’t. you never forget your first love.