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The Dream

@oforion4 because I couldn’t get that dream sequence out of my head. Doesn’t do your writing justice, but needed to get this out of my head and onto…a screen in this case, haha.


I had this saved as a draft, and I was going to post it after I queued up some more, BUT..! I can’t read your chapter right now, but friends have messaged me, so here~~

So at the Easter pre-parade at Walt Disney World they had a float with Judy hopps and thumper and thumpers mistress ok…or it might have been rabbit from Winnie the pooh

Reason I’m having a hard time remembering?

Because they had all these rabbits from various films and Disney shows for the pre-parade and for some reason 

Nick Wilde was on the float with them all. 

All rabbits and one fox. 

Texting
  • Percy: Bro!
  • Percy: Do you know Newton's second low?
  • Jason: BRO
  • Jason: I'm Science Student
  • Jason: not a law student!
Panic Attacks

Nico sped through camp, anxiously avoiding the infirmary. He almost tripped over a fallen branch in the dark. He has just had a panic attack in front of everybody at the campfire. Worse, in front of Will. Worst, Will had just finally officially asked him out. It’s not like Nico had never had a panic attack. On the contrary, they were quite often for the Ghost King, but he can usually keep himself calm till he gets to his cabin. Will can’t just put him on the spot like that, in front of everyone. 

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“Can’t believe you called me third-tier.”

“Well, I can’t believe you called me a lumberjack.”

“There are other patterns in the world besides plaid, Dean.”

Sam just rolls his eyes and sticks his earbuds in.

“And why is my name like this?”

“Like what?”

Cas shoves something into Dean’s face and Dean smacks his hand away, scowling at him in the rearview.

“Cool it, I’m driving—”

They squabble all the way to the next light, and Cas leans forward again, dangling Dean’s phone in front of his face. Dean tries to uncross his eyes, squinting at the four tiny letters on the screen.

“Uh…”

Cass,” Cas says impatiently. “Cass.”

“Yeah?” Dean says, shrugging. “So?”

Cas heaves a long-suffering sigh, falling back.

“It’s Castiel, not Casstiel. A second ‘s’? Where did that even come from—”

Dean rolls his eyes.

“Dude, calm down.” 

“It makes no sense.”

Dean runs a hand over his face.

“I don’t know, okay? Maybe Claire messed with my phone. Or Sam.”

“Wasn’t me,” Sam mutters, but he quickly shuts up with a glare from Dean.

Cas is still muttering to himself.

“I suppose, if you want to get technical, there is no ‘s’ in my name at all, in Enochian it’s a post-alveolar fricative—”

Dean huffs.

“Give it rest, Cas. It literally does not matter.”

Cas’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh. Really.”

He sits back, pulling out his own phone.

“Well, fine,” he says, thumbs flying furiously over the keyboard. Dean frowns, glancing back at him.

“What are you doing?”

Cas doesn’t look up from the screen.

“Changing your name to Deann. D-E-A-N-N.”

“Dude, what the hell—”

Cas deftly evades the grab Dean makes for his phone, smirking.

“You’re the one that said it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, for the love of—”

Dean hits the brakes and pulls the car into park, swiveling in his seat.

“Change it back,” he says, glaring at Cas. 

“No,” he says stubbornly, arms crossed.

“Fine.” 

Dean snatches up his phone from where Cas abandoned it, opening up Cas’s contact info.

“Then you’re going in as ‘asswipe’.”

Cas narrows his eyes.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Holy tax accountant?”

“No.”

“Huggy Bear.”

“Dean—”

Dean smirks, tucking his phone away.

“Too late.”

He turns back to the road, grinning to himself. They pull back on the highway, back to Lebanon.

A couple miles later, Dean snaps his fingers.

“I got it! Asstiel, that’s where the second s comes from—”

That earns him a cuff on the ear, and another stoppage as Dean retaliates and almost starts a full-on wrestling match that threatens to spill over into the backseat—until Sam yells at them to cool it.

“Guys, I’m right here.”

Cas flops back in the seat, smirking. Dean tries to comb his hair back into place, scowling.


They drive again, and some time after, Dean’s phone buzzes. He glances down at the screen.

One New Text Message 

From: Sunshine

you’re making this up to me later


Dean grins.

After a moment, it vibrates again.



From: Sunshine

bring that leather jacket.

Antis: “Gruvia is 99% comedy. Their relationship is a joke.”

I’m pretty sure this is way more than 1% of their relationship, and if you didn’t notice NONE of these panels are comedic or meant to be taken that way. NONE of these panels show Juvia being a “stalker” or Gray being “bothered” by her. None. They show growth, progression, and development. From cute moments, to natural, to serious ones. And there is still plenty more to come. The pairing started at rock bottom, but then bloomed into something beautiful: two people that share mutual romantic feelings. Anyone with half a brain can see Mashima is not glorifying something “unhealthy” in his manga. And if you can’t see it, then congrats, you failed to understand a manga aimed at 12 year olds. 

The problem with anti Gruvia is they take the comedy way too seriously (that’s not meant to) and disregard the meaningful moments like they are insignificant. They think comedy outweighs the serious stuff and make up excuses, which is hilarious. Like have you ever read a manga before?


Update:

Yes, what a “joke” indeed.