Mom and dad look good💕

me in every fandom ever: what if there was a sense8 au

when it was supposed to be 2 weeks off school but now you're a bisexual with an unhealthy obsession with fictional characters

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Headcanon Kanej have to be fake married for a job. So they sign some paperwork and the dregs hold a little wedding ceremony which invloves throwing flower petals and bits of waffle at them and shouting praises. Now this is a few years after ck so they’re having fun begrudgingly going along with it.

The job goes pretty well, albeit being a little chaotic, and as time passes the ordeal is forgotten. Not entirely though. Their friends, as well as the rest of the dregs just won’t let it go, referring to them as ‘the happy couple’, 'King and Queen of the Barrel’ or 'Mr. and Mrs. Brekker’ and also making some occasional but still very innapropriate comments/questions.

Inej isn’t too terribly upset, she knows how they can, be but the joke is getting old. She’s also surpised that Kaz doesn’t seem very distressed.

It’s not until exactly a year later, when Inej finds a little bundle of wild geraniums and a new knife sitting in her cabin on the Wraith, and a note in Kaz’s familiar handwriting stating, 'Happy anniversary’ that Inej starts to be suspicious.

She does some digging, and finds out the paperwork they signed was legitimate. Meaning, they’d been legally married for an entire fucking year. Needless to say she is shocked, confused, upset, and also…happy?

She immediately goes to find him at the Slat.

“Hello, husband.” She says sourly, giving him the 'I know what you did’ glare.

He grins, “happy anniversary darling.”

“I really can’t believe you sometimes.”

“Thats what makes me so fun.”

“Is tricking someone into legally marrying you fun?” She grabbed hin by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to look at her, “WHY COULDN’T YOU HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS MONTHS AGO!”

“It’s not my fault you took so long to figure it out.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“Ah, but you love me anyway.”

“I love you?”

“Well are you going to divorce me?”

“I-” she sighs, “No, I guess I’m not. But you’re on thin ice.”

He escaped her grasp, then kissed her on the cheek. “Love you too,” he said as he slipped out the door.

nina zenik is the only person who can openly insult kaz brekker's hair and get away with it, and that dynamic is something i really need to see in the show

tumblr is so like. meaningless. just clicking around. reading lil poem fragments. reblogging things just bcuz the vibe is good. seeing the same paintings on the dash 5 times in a day. making my little 2 note posts. love it here.

honestly tho imagine being told you're cast as young leia organa and that on top of it all you get to sass everyone and everything

vivien lyra blair living the absolute dream and I would lay my life for her

I’ve been thinking about the Skywalker AU lately and why it is so popular … partly, obviously, because of the remarkable artist(s) who promote it, but also, I feel like we as fans, as people are…

Tired of girls who are princesses (Leia) Tired of girls who die (Padme) Tired of boys saving the day (Luke) Tired of boys succumbing to power (Anakin)

I feel like what we really want, what we’re all aching for is more along the lines off…

Girls who save the day (Leia) Girls who live (Padme) Boys who need rescuing (Luke) Boys who choose love over power (Anakin)

The AU is such a powerful redefining of femininity and masculinity such that masculinity is no longer toxic and femininity takes on positive traits of masculinity, such as confidence, leadership, and bravery. I dunno… thoughts?

me explaining my fic idea (whilst not writing it)

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐀! 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

Young Bill Anderson

reblog if you agree

someone did mamma mia in the style of jane austen and it is everything i ever needed

love your gifset soooooooo much ! @feilcityqueen

My Kane baby’s deserve more love

Nightmares tasting of you.

“Percy, please open the door.” He had been locked in the bathtub for almost an hour and a half now, and she knew- Gods she KNEW- he needed space. But she was getting really impatient and not talking with him would only make things worse.

From the other side of the door, the humming of the fan was the only audible sound. 

That night, they hang out on Percy’s apartment, and since Sally and Paul went to visit the latter’s family, they fell asleep together after having pizza for dinner and a movie. But of course nothing could be that perfect. Percy had a nightmare. A Tartarus’ kind of nightmare.

 Four months had passed since they had this little trip to hell, and the side effects had started to show when the situation finally calmed down and they came to a routine. It was not the first time they had these nightmares and they already knew how to calm each other down. They knew what to do; they hummed at each other, hugging and caressing them. This time was different, though. Percy dreamt of that time on Tartarus when he tortured the godess of misery with her own poison. He had enjoyed it, he couldn’t deny that. He couldn’t also deny the look on Annabeth’s face when she snapped him out of it. A long time had passed since he saw her so terryfied, almost like when she was 14 years old facing a particularly horrifying monster. And now the monster was him. This nightmare was not only that memory but here he couldn’t seem to stop this dark side of him and it only seemed to became stronger and hungrier making the Annabeth of his dream scream of horror. 

He had woken up at 6am that saturday, drenched in cold sweat. When Annabeth grabbed his arm, he flinched. She looked hurt at first but when she saw his ocean eyes becoming a tsunami, she knew what this was about. He promised her he would take a quick bath to calm down. After and hour of waiting, Annabeth started to really worry. And here they were now.

“I know it can be scary. But I’m not scared of you. I promise.” Nothing. She gave a little thud on the door with her forehead. “Babe you don’t have to face this alone. You know I have also experienced this. I-” her voice broke for a moment. She took a shaky breath. ”Percy I swear to you on the River Styx, I’m not fucking scared of you.” 

The tone on Annabeth’s voice -like she would start to cry at any moment- made him automatically open the door. The bath was so tiny he just had to stretch his arm to unlock it. His girlfriend entered and closed the door behind her and sat on the toilet, not breaking contact from his bloodshot eyes.

“Hey,” she began softly. She managed a sad little smile and gently grabed his hair “don’t you dare do that ever again.” He was only wearing his pajama bottoms, the water of the bathtub reached the base of his throat, and all of his face and hair were wet, meaning he was too tired and lost in thoughts to even bother to use his powers.

He groaned. “I just can’t bear with this. With me.” He said pointing at him with his thumbs, trying to give her a sarcastic smile but she knew better that he was just trying to hide his sadness. Annabeth’s eyes suddenly became a storm. 

“I’m serious. Don’t try to face this by yourself. You know that I can help you. You’re not gonna break me in any way.” 

Percy looked at her, grabbed her other hand and kissed her knuckles. 

“I know. But, Annabeth, I still I want you to know I would never dare to do you harm. In any way. But what if I don’t really know myself like I thought? What if that dream was showing me something else? Imagine if some shit controlled me like those arai and something happened. I- I would not be able to live with that.”

Annabeth took his face with both of her hands and gently kissed him.

“Look at me.” He almost had the expression of a sad puppy with his big green eyes looking up at her. “Even if you tried, you could never harm me. You, the boy who I now since we were 12 and saw him grow up to a man who is here with me right now. I know you. Better than anyone.”

“I don’t know, Annabeth. Ugh I just-” he put his palms on his eyes. “It’s not just that nightmare. Sometimes I do enjoy killing monsters. Deep down there’s this part of me that does it and I cannot deny it. Even Rachel has told me how I look in that mood. All this obscure power I never asked for is here waiting to be used somehow and I don’t know what would happen if it suddenly came out combined with this PTSD shit. I’m not stupid, I know pushing you away won’t do better for neither of us but if I’m in this state and cannot control myself, well, having somoene around is not the saffest thing, in my opinion.”

 Annabeth rested her forehead on his and sighed. Then she kissed both of his eyelids. Then his nose. Then his cheeks, his forehead and finally his mouth, more intense than before. 

“And I will be there with you till the end. I love you more than life itself and no creature can separate us, you hear me, Jackson?” 

He laughed and a pair of tears rolled downs his cheeks.

“Hear you loud and clear, Wise Girl. But the fear you had that time down there was real. If I ever cause that to you ever again just tell me and… I don’t know what I would do, actually.”

“Percy Jackson. I did feared you that time. That doesn’t change my last chessy statement. I know there’s deep darkness inside you. Everyone has it, to some degree, and specially people who has suffered. You have also seen the worst of me and yet, here you are with me even if I don’t understand how. But we both are still here commiting to us. And I think everybody has to let that dark side out in some healthy way, and we need to find our way. I will be more than glad to help you do that.”

Percy hugged her tirely and caressed her hair. He sighed.

“Ok. Ok, yeah you win.” They both gave a each other a tired smile. They knew there was no point on dicussing an issue when at the end they were both in common ground: they wouldn’t let go the other that easily.

“Now come here, you!” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the bathub with him, getting her all wet. She yelped and laughed with him.

“Oh, well now you ARE in trouble!” 

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saturn

a percabeth story set mostly after blood of olympus.

rated t

words: 4440

i. you taught me the courage

             She designs them a house when he’s missing. It’s in-between the schoolwork and working on Leo’s dream of a ship, but it somehow makes her feel slightly better. Here’s a house, a house that she’s designed, for them, and if it’s etched onto paper, which means that it’s going to come true.

           It has to.

           She picks up a colored pencil that someone had named ocean, and colors in the front door. Blue, she thinks, because that’s what he would like.

           She tucks the drawing under her pillow when she’s done, along with a dozen another notes about it’s structure, and it crinkles when she lays down her head to go to sleep that night.

           (She dreams about that house, but this time it’s real, and Percy’s standing in the doorway, waiting to welcome her home.)

Czytaj dalej

This is probably one of the most moving and inspiring fanfictions I’ve ever read. If you’re a Percabeth fan and you HAVEN’T read it, you need to click that link and read it right now. It’s amazing ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The Folks - A Percabeth fic

"Annabeth, don't try to act like this is my fault"

Percy's amused tone earned him a glare from his girlfriend. They were waiting in the warm car, anticipating the cold air they would be met with outside and the reaction of the Chase family if they were to notice the red bruise adorning the side of Percy's neck.

"Of course it is, I could've planned all this if you hadn't been so..." Annabeth's eyes flickered as she recalled the making of the hickey that has decided to plague her life.

It was the mischief in his eyes taunting her to remove that trouble maker smirk playing on his swollen lips. Before she knew it her teeth were on his neck and all sense had disappeared. She hadn't thought about the scheduled dinner at her parents. She wasn't thinking at all.

"You know you can't just wait in the car and glare at the house until it disappears" Percy's voice comes from the driver's seat.

"I can try," she sighed.

Knowing perfectly well she had to go in soon and face Bobby and Matthew and their fascinating incapability of minding their business , Helen who's judgemental stare could burn a hole through the dark grey woollen scarf wrapped around Percy's neck and tucked under his thick winter coat and her Dad who would interrogate them until the truth came out.

"You'll be fine Wisegirl, nothing's gonna happen and if anything does we'll just play it cool. We're grown." Percy suggested, hands landing on her thigh to try and comfort her.

She faced him with an anxiety-stricken expression he hadn't been expecting. His eyebrows raised in realisation. There was always more to it when it came to Annabeth.

"They already hate me enough. I bet Helen's in there preparing a list of ways to criticize my life. As if bringing home a boy isn't enough, it just had to be a bruised necked pretty boy who doesn't study law at Harvard."

"I guess we don't care about my self-esteem today, huh," Percy feigned offence.

"C'mon Annabeth, we're gonna be late. You've got this. Besides, I'll be on my best behaviour," He couldn't help the lopsided grin that emerged on his face as he said it.

When it didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon, Percy got out of the car and practically dragged her out and onto the sheet of snow that had begun to cover the driveway. When they got to the porch, Annabeth fixed his thick scarf once more to cover the hickey and rang the doorbell hesitantly.

Percy attempted to offer his support by holding her hand and giving it a squeeze only for Annabeth to snap her hand out as she heard footsteps walking towards the door.

"You're crazy," Percy murmurs as he opted for the small of her back.

The door opened to reveal Annabeth's stepmother, wearing a clean apron over her clothes. Before the couple could exchange greetings with the woman, the sound of slapping feet against the wooden floors was followed by the eager faces of Annabeth's twin brothers, Bobby and Matthew.

"Annabeth, did you get the stuff?" Bobby said his eyebrows disappearing under the brown coils against his forehead.

Matthew, presumably the mature one of the two rolled his brown eyes, showing the little resemblance he and his brother shared with Annabeth. For the most part, the twins resembled their Filipina mother more so than their father and it showed in their soft eyes and thick dark hair. But they couldn't escape the splatter of freckles on their nose that seemed to be Chase family staple.

"You bet I got the stuff, help Helen set up and then we can do business," Annabeth said as she made her way towards the living room, Percy following her lead awkwardly.

Matthew looked at his brother smugly, " I told you it was too good to be true."

Before sulking off to the kitchen, the boys set aside their negotiation and finally got a glimpse of the infamous Percy Jackson. Annabeth had been talking their ears off about him ever since the summer the two met. They knew vaguely about the two being an item from Matthews tendency to pick up his parents' grown-up conversations because he was just quiet enough to go unnoticed as opposed to Bobby who always made his presence known even if he didn't mean to. It was almost never good stuff.

Percy almost took a step back despite himself against the scrutinising gaze of the twins. Seriously, where could he learn to do that? Maybe Annabeth's Dad held lessons.

"Percy Jackson?" Bobby questioned.

Percy had always been great with kids. Annabeth had joked about it saying that it was only because he was basically a child himself. But something about making a first impression on his girlfriend's brother's who looked like they had their fair share in troublesome behaviour made it a lot harder. Percy could blow up a few school busses by accident here and there but the twins looked as if they would not only commit vandalism to school property but also devise an intricate plan before doing so. He had to make the right impression, he could feel the pressure from Helen's silent gaze and Fredericks presence from somewhere in the large suburban home.

"Yeah, that's me, it's nice to finally meet you two." Percy scratched the back of his neck subconsciously and turned to Helen.

very cool of him

"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs Chase." He hesitated before her name not wanting to call her Helen and rendering himself as even more disrespectful than the image of him that she probably had in her mind.

"Yes, I've heard a lot about you. Frederick will be down shortly," She gave Annabeth a side-eye before telling Bobby to go upstairs and call his father from the office.

The silence that followed was enough to send Percy's inattentive mind to the surroundings of the house. It was a pretty big house, nothing too fancy though. The walls were decorated with various family photos and plaques of both Helen and Frederick's degrees and academic achievements.

He noticed quickly that Annabeth memorabilia was lacking save for a picture of her beside the wall nearest to the staircase with a smile, her two front teeth missing and posing proudly in front of a lego block set. Percy couldn't help but take his phone out of his pocket and snap a photo of it.

He didn't call for the loud shutter that erupted the silence and he definitely wasn't expecting to see Frederick Chase's aloof yet somehow still disapproving face on his phone screen.

Annabeth stifled her chuckle with a cough and went forward to greet her dad.

"Hey, Dad."

She wasn't sure whether to hug him but it didn't seem like he was opening his arms in an inviting embrace so Annabeth settled for an awkward handshake.

"Annabeth, I hope the traffic wasn't too bad."

Annabeth shot Percy a look that seemed to say,

‘look at this oaf.’

Percy was new to paternal interactions as well, having only met his dad in this last quarter of his life. But Frederick Chase's actions confused him too. His daughter had fallen into Tartarus and saved the world, putting her life at risk for the second time in the span of a year and the first thing he does is make conversation on vehicular congestion?

Percy calmed his fury at the man as he approached. They had met once before but the middle of a battle determining the fate of the world wasn't exactly the ideal setting to exchange pleasantries. In the back of his mind, Percy hoped he wouldn't attempt to give him "the talk" because quite frankly he didn't have any right to tell Percy to take care of his daughter when he'd been failing to do so himself.

"Percy, It's good to see you again. I hear you two have been on quite the journey these past months." Frederick led them to the dining room, taking a seat at the head of the table

This time, it was Percy's turn to throw a meaningful glance Annabeth's way.

Does this man know nothing?

Annabeth returned it with a squeeze of his leg as if she were saying, hang in there.

Helen arrived with steaming plates and bowls of food and the twins weren't far behind her trying to speedily set the table.

Percy thanked Helen for the food and right before he was about to dig into the steaming plate, Annabeth's fears were confirmed.

"It's a little warm in here don't you think? Annabeth must've forgotten to show you but you can hang your coat and scarf behind the door." Frederick suggested.

Percy looked at Annabeth for help, only to see the blood already rushing to her cheeks, fear evident in her eyes.

" Uh- I can't," Percy said shortly.

"You can't?" Frederick's eyebrows raised in question.

"He has this condition, it's uh, what was it called again Percy?" Annabeth aided which must've been suspicious because it wasn't like Annabeth to forget things.

"Um-eczema, it's pretty bad."

"Yeah, wouldn't want flakes of skin falling into your soup or anything," Annabeth added helpfully with a small smile on her face at the twins' disgust.

"Well, sorry I asked then," Frederick said suspiciously but didn't comment on it anymore.

Helen was busy serving Bobby and Matthew, seemingly unaware of the conversation. Percy tapped his foot against Annabeth's shin under the table to get her attention. They were good now. Annabeth shook her head at Percy's gullibility, not buying for a minute that her parents had bought it. But they didn't push, so as far as Annabeth was concerned she was blushing because her boyfriend had a terrible case of eczema and not because she had sucked his neck.

The dinner was unbearable. The food itself was great but even good food couldn't scratch the itch Percy felt to do or say something. Compared to mealtimes at Camp Half-Blood, which were always loud and eventful or dinnertime with Sally who always had something to say whether it be an idea that popped up while writing her manuscript or the oddly dressed poodle she saw on the subway- this dinner was a bore.

It wasn't long before they had retired to the living room again to make more small talk that conveniently avoided the topic of the two falling into the pits of hell. Annabeth had finally given the twins an anticipated copy of a comic series they followed and they'd resided upstairs to read it, leaving the couple alone with Annabeth's parents. They endured until it seemed appropriate to leave.

They were so close. Oh so close to getting up and getting as far away from the dull monotonous voice of the news reporter on TV to the warmth of the car when the tense air was broken by a musical note on the tv claiming to be an emergency weather report.

A blizzard.

It had to be Zeus. It was barely snowing when they had arrived. Percy and Annabeth were stuck and at this moment he had empathised with the dread that encompassed Annabeth every time she had to go home for the summer. How could a house so big feel so claustrophobic and lonely at the same time? The twins were lucky they had each other. He couldn't imagine how Annabeth managed.

"I guess it's a sleepover," Matthew's voice came from the kitchen as he licked the mocha from above his upper lip before running back up the stairs to his brother.

***

Before Percy knew it, he was in the Chase family guest room. Annabeth had nothing to worry about since she had clothes to wear to bed. She had changed into loose purple sweat pants with a long sleeve shirt and had come out of her room to help pick up the assortment of toys that were scattered on the floor. If Percy had an extra room in his house as a child he would probably make it an unofficial playroom as well.

This was probably just as inconvenient for the Chases as it was for them. Percy remembered how his mom fluttered around the house cleaning every surface before the arrival of guests and he finally understood why she always insisted he clean his room even if no-one was entering. Just in case Zeus decided to create a blizzard and snow-in the poor unsuspecting guests.

Percy's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door to the guest room. He opened the door for Helen, who had arrived with a bundle of Frederick's clothes. She placed them in his hands and left abruptly before he could thank her as if she had forgotten something. Annabeth laughed softly at the thought of Percy wearing her dad's plaid pyjama's.

"You think this is funny Wisegirl?" Percy said with a smile spreading on his face as he took off his coat and shirt and buttoned up the plaid print flannel.

"It's quite comical," she said, shamelessly looking at Percy's exposed chest as he fixed the last few buttons.

Annabeth averted her gaze quickly to the action figure on the floor when Helen resurfaced with a small bag of toiletries for Percy.

"Your condition isn't so bad," Helen said to Percy. She glanced at Annabeth, a hint of a sly smile on her usually stoic face.

Annabeth looked between the two of them. Helens eyes and Percy's exposed neck, scarf abandoned. She couldn’t somehow manipulate the mist and make herself disappear. So she opted for the second-best thing.

"Goodnight, I'm gonna go to my room now." she rushed out the words and almost crashed into Helen on her way out.

It was Percy's turn to be flustered as he nervously scratched his neck, then quickly switched to his head not wanting to bring any more attention to the very blatant hickey.

"Towels are in that closet," Helen said finally and closed the door behind her.

Percy puts on the rest of the clothes with two thoughts in mind:

1) Annabeth's cute when she blushes.

2) I hate it here.