#titanic fandom

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

Why do I care so much more about the officers, who had a combined total of maybe 15 minutes of screentime in a 3 hour movie, than I do about Jack and Rose 🤣🤣🤣

[thelandswemadeofpaper]

Does the Titanic has a Fandom?

Like...with Iceberg stans and all?

[wtaffy]

PERSEUS-

[keferon]

Head in hands.

I know the entire fandom loves Elita One being "on the good side" but I personally prefer her sitting on a throne made of dead bodies

[spidersaytss]

"I'm guessing I don't look like I'm close to death anymore," said Will. "That's right," said Nico. "But I still find you attractive anyway." "I'm pretty sure I spent the last few days looking like a pile of melted Play-Doh." "Nonsense. You were more like soggy ambrosia." "Your little pile of soggy ambrosia," said Will, blowing Nico a kiss.

[pinkiemachine]

Dick Grayson as Robin Doodels…

Teen Titans time period…

[1800-lemon-boy]

Friendly reminder that Nico Di Angelo as a child, loved pirates and Greek mythology.

Imagine a 10 year old Nico getting excited that the Greek gods exist, then finding out that he gets to learn how to sword fight just like pirates do. (He was so excited he ended up cutting his leg resulting in a scar)

And now imagine all that excitement disappear when he learns that he can never show his big sister what he learnt.

<33

[creepst-crypt]

LaLaLaLaLa

[erensmid]

follow my instagram @erensmidjaja

[imreallyonthishellsite]

this not who is the best lawyer, just a who do you want in court with you and just know you'll still probably go to jail despite your efforts, have fun☺️

[bananamainaa]

still like these ones

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

How's your writing going?

I'm considering quitting writing and taking up a relaxing hobby of smashing concrete blocks with sledgehammer instead! So that's how my writing is going today! 🥹🥹🥹

[percabethownsmybutt]

annabeth: you really put aside everything and came all this way to save me? how did you even get here?

percy: several traffic violations

thalia: three counts of resisting arrest

grover: roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks

percy: also, that's not our car

[idrawr16yt]

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

don't mind me, I'm just cracking up at the fact that there are mermaids who think of Mr perseus jackson, hero of olympus, as their personal nail technician 😂

and it's not even implied that he refuses to do so, so I can just IMAGINE some random boys from school being like "hey bro, what are you doing this afternoon 🤟🤙😎" and this lil 14 year old boy being like "....... nail care 💅"

[arabella0001]

Levi has a tendency to let his fingers skim along your hand at the beginning of your relationship, a fleeting motion so delicate it could almost be mistaken for happenstance. It’s a gesture he reserves for moments when he’s moving past you or seated quietly at your side—so soft, it barely lingers, like the faintest ghost of a touch. A silent acknowledgment of his presence, his way of murmuring “I’m here” without uttering a word.

One particular evening, as the two of you are absorbed in separate tasks, his fingers don’t retreat as they usually do. Instead, his touch trails deliberately from the back of your hand to your wrist.

You glance up at him, a question on the edge of your lips, but he’s already watching you, his expression as neutral as ever, giving away nothing.

“Something wrong?” His voice is level, unruffled, yet there’s an almost imperceptible flicker of impishness in his eyes.

You arch a brow, scrutinizing him. “You’re not usually this… bold.”

For a heartbeat, his face remains impassive, as if he’s carefully weighing his next move. Then, with a barely-there smirk, he leans in—just enough to make the space between you feel nonexistent. His words slip out, quiet and calculated, brushing the edge of your ear like a soft gust of air. “You don’t like it?”

Your breath hitches, and you blink, caught completely off guard. But before you can muster a reply, he continues, his voice dropping even lower, with a subtle edge of unusual playfulness. “Tch. Didn’t think you’d get shy over something so small.”

The heat creeping across your cheeks betrays you instantly, and though you try to look unimpressed, Levi doesn’t miss a thing. His smirk doesn’t widen—he’s too composed for that—but the twitch of his lips and the quiet glint in his eyes speak volumes. He pulls back and resumes his task without ceremony, as if the moment had been inconsequential. But you know better. You know Levi, and you know he’s enjoying this far more than he’ll ever let on.

After that, it becomes a pattern. A hand lingering on the small of your back as he passes, his lips brushing your temple in a rare stolen moment when no one else is watching. It’s always so matter-of-fact, so seamlessly woven into your interactions that it almost feels accidental. Almost. And yet, every time, you find yourself thrown off balance, your heart betraying you with its frantic rhythm.

Levi doesn’t have to say much—he never does—but the subtlety of his actions, the precision of his timing, makes it clear: he knows exactly what he’s doing. And the faint flicker of amusement that plays across his otherwise stoic face each time proves just how much he enjoys your flustered reactions.

Because for Levi, there’s a certain charm in seeing you unsettled, in watching you scramble to regain your composure. And for you? There’s no preparing for it. No matter how much you try, he’s always one step ahead, catching you unawares with the smallest gestures that linger long after they’ve passed.

another smau with levi