Headcanon: Lena has insomnia and whenever she can’t sleep she climbs out of bed and puts on robe and makes herself a cup of chamomile tea in hopes it will help her sleep. She used to open her balcony doors to let the cool night air in and sit curled up on the couch staring at a random spot in her apartment until she finished drinking her tea. But then she met supergirl. Instead of sitting on the couch she goes out onto her balcony overlooking the city ignoring the cold on her bare feet and drinks her tea while scanning the city line for any sign of Supergirl flying. Occasionally she sees blurs of her as she flies in the distance and sometimes Supergirl will see her on a night fly and will stand silently with Lena until her tea is gone and then fly away. Those were her favourite nights…
Until she learned that Kara was Supergirl.
Now when she can’t sleep she still goes out onto the balcony breathing in the cool air and staring at the city lights finding comfort in that routine. But now instead of Supergirl landing on her balcony it is Kara that joins her as soon as she realizes that she is alone in bed. And they stand there together with Kara’s arms around Lena’s waist, and her chin on her shoulder until long after the tea is gone and Lena’s fingers have started to go cold. That’s when Kara kisses her neck and whispers in her ear asking if she wants to talk about it. When Lena shakes her head Kara just nods placing another kiss on her shoulder where the robe has moved and nudges Lena back inside, placing the cup on the nearest flat surface and heading for their bedroom wrapping herself around Lena to help warm up her fingers and toes whispering in Kryptonian until Lena finally falls asleep.
is a cabin getting a particularly young camper, like Annabeth, and the older campers giving them like a welcome basket with a bunch of stuff with their godly parent’s symbol on it (sweaters, blankets, jewelry, etc) and candy and some stuff pertaining to their cabin (Hermes kids give pick locking kits, Athena kids get books, Demeter kids get gardening kits, etc) and just the little ones being showered with love and affection cause the older kids get what it’s like and want their siblings to know that someone cares.
“Jean Meowljan had never loved anything. For twenty-five years he had been alone in the world. He had never been a father, husband, lover, or furriend…the tender emotions of his youth, if he had any, had been lost in oblivion.
When he saw Clawsette and rescued her, he felt his heart move again. Everything within him, all feeling and affection, was roused and poured onto this kitten.”
Classicat #11: Jean Meowljan and Clawsette (with her doll Catherine), from Les Meowserables by Victor Mewgo
In the book there’s a scene where Meowljan and Clawsette are making their way towards Pawris on foot when Clawsette gets tired. She doesn’t complain, but Meowljan notices anyway. So he carries her the rest of the way (she weighs nothing to him because of his Convict Strength) while she sleeps on his shoulder.
so the toronto maple leafs are going to the playoffs.
theyve clinched for the first time in ten years.
do you know why?
because they looked down the nose of the lack of expectations on them and they decided to ignore it all. the decided to ignore that this was supposed to be a rebuild year, ignore that no one expected greatness from them.
more specifically, the rookies and curtis mcelhinney decided to ignore that no one expected greatness from them.
(freddie andersen too, but by god, if that got put into this post, it would turn into a novel by the time i was done.)
curtis mcelhinney looked into the face of unimaginable pressure and took the weight of the world on his shoulders in this game. he went into this game NEVER expecting to actually play in it.
and he won.
the rookies. god, where do i start.
i guess i start with zach hyman, nikita soshnikov, and mitch marner, who weren’t on the scoring board (or in the game, in sosh’s case) in this, but who fought and fought and fought and skated their hearts out and played like their lives depended on it every single game this season. mitch and zach even broke a few records.
then i guess i have to go to nikita zaitsev. because holy fuck, if you dont think that man is not one of the best d-men on this team, you are dead wrong. his puck control tonight was incredible. he held the goddamn line like his life depended on it. he was right in there, creating offensive chances and making beautiful defensive plays, and without a single doubt helping us win the game.
kasperi kapanen, who definitely deserves a mention. we would not be in the playoffs without him. he has been put on a line that has had a rotating wing since the start of the season and he has invigorated it. he has made plays and created chances and now, finally, he has scored.
and then youve got auston matthews, william nylander, and connor brown.
auston matthews, who i could write a master’s thesis on. auston matthews, who has broken multiple scoring records not just for this team but for the league. auston matthews, who is the highest drafted latino EVER in the nhl. auston matthews, who just scored 40 goals in his rookie season, at 19 years of age. auston matthews, who is only going to get better.
william nylander. who was right next to auston on almost every play. who can take the puck and go one, two laps around the zone without being contested. whose shot already has a reputation, and whose playmaking ability is beyond belief, and hardly ever talked about in depth. william nylander, who everyone first thought would ‘save the leafs.’ he hasn’t done it alone, but damn, he has definitely be in the thick of it.
and connor brown. who is, without a single doubt in my mind, the leafs’ most consistent player. who is a forechecking DEMON, who gives opponents hell in the offensive zone and is rewarded far too little for it. connor brown, who takes so little minor penalties that i cant remember the last time he took one. connor brown, who has scored 20 goals. connor brown, who is constantly overlooked and brushed aside by toronto media and hockey fans alike. connor brown, who just scored the game winning goal of the most important game of the season.
these rookies. they stood up, they grabbed this team and the expectations on it by the shoulders, and said, “no, get out of the way, it’s our turn to win now.”
and they have.
First day of senior year… and I just hope this is a better year. I hope that things aren’t awkward with me and Christine since the breakup. I hope that Michael -
Jeremy slammed his journal closed as his father walked into his bedroom, fully clothed. Except for the occasional “casual Saturday,” his dad had stuck to wearing pants on a fairly regular basis; a fact for which Jeremy was very grateful.
“Hey dad…” Jeremy said, offering his father a weak smile. “What’s up?”
“You ready for school today?”
“Mhm,” Jeremy nodded, sitting on his journal to hide it. His father took note but decided not to ask, instead shooting his son a finger gun and closing the door behind him.
Jeremy pulled out his journal again to finish his thought.
- and I can be something more this year. That maybe I’ll have the balls to say something to him.
Jeremy blushed just by writing the words, but felt excitement build in the pit of his stomach at the thought of he and Michael together. But he’d had all summer to say something… and he hadn’t. He’d probably never be brave enough.
EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS JUST TERRIBLE…
Jeremy shuddered as the familiar voice entered his head. Writing was supposed to help make it go away, not bring it back. Angrily he shoved the journal into his backpack - BOYF still written in now faded letters on the front - and swung the bag over his shoulder. Nervous about hearing the Squip, he then grabbed his headphones and shoved them roughly over his ears, blasting music as he walked to school. He’d decided that a senior on the bus was the weakest someone could get, and refused to sink himself to that level, no matter what he’d smell like when he got to school.
Once he did get there, he was excited to spot his friend’s familiar red hoodie among the crowds of people. Grinning, Jeremy approached, trying to keep the butterflies out of his stomach.
Michael looked up as his friend approached and grinned as well. “Jeremy, my buddy! How’s it hangin’?”
“Eh,” Jeremy shrugged, and Michael frowned.
“Is writing in the diary helping with… y’know?” Michael pointed to his head with a knowing look.
“Shh!!” Jeremy shushed his best friend nervously. “I don’t want everyone knowing I’m writing in a diary!”
Michael laughed. “Nothing to be ashamed of. C’mon, let’s get to class.”
At lunch, Jeremy waited for Michael to get back from Seven-Eleven, sitting under a tree and writing in his jour- who was he kidding. His diary.
“Yo!” Michael said suddenly, plopping down next to his best friend. Jeremy jumped and dropped the book on the ground. Michael glanced at it.
“Ooh, I see my name! Good things I hope,” he grinned, picking up the diary swiftly.
“No! Uh, don’t -” Jeremy protested to no avail, dissolving into mortified silence as Michael’s eyes scanned the page. Both their faces flushed and Jeremy managed to swipe the book out of his friend’s slackened hands. But it was too late. The damage had been done.
“So… it was good things,” Michael said awkwardly, and Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut. It was times like these he wished the Squip were fully active. He would be able to come up with a lie of some sort…
“Michael, I -” Jeremy stuttered out, eyes wide.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Michael asked, still looking stunned.
“I - uh…”
“We wasted so much time,” he said, a smile finally tugging at his lips. It was Jeremy’s turn to look shocked.
“What d’you -”
Michael’s hand was suddenly holding his, and Jeremy’s cheeks turned red. Before he could stop himself, Jeremy had leaned in and pressed his lips to Michael’s, pulling himself closer as the kiss deepened.
When they finally pulled away, they were both grinning.
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” an excited voice suddenly screamed. Jumping, they both turned to see Rich grinning down at them. “You’re totally gay now.”
shout out to khatoptris for reminding me to post about what I think is the smallest yet most important percabeth moment of all time.
There are so many great Percy and Annabeth moments throughout the entire series but for me, I think the scene in Mark of Athena in Charleston Harbor is the very definition of why they are my OTP.
“Very slowly using two fingers, Annabeth drew her dagger. Instead of dropping it, she tossed it as far as she could into the water.
Octavian made a squeaking sound. “What was that for? I didn’t say toss it! That could’ve been evidence. Or spoils of war!”
Annabeth tried for a dumb-blonde smile, like: Oh, silly me. Nobody who knew her would have been fooled. But Octavian seemed to buy it. He huffed in exasperation.
“You other two…” He pointed his blade a Hazel and Piper. “Put your weapons on the dock. No funny bus–”
All around the Romans, Charleston Harbor erupted like a Las Vegas fountain putting on a show. When the wall of seawater subsided, the three Romans were in the bay, spluttering and frantically trying to stay afloat in their armor. Percy stood on the dock, holding Annabeth’s dagger.
“You dropped this,” he said, totally poker-faced.”
Charleston Harbor is approximately 8 sq mi/20.7 km² (x) which, for comparison is about 3,872 American football fields (x).
Percy could have been anywhere in that harbor when Annabeth threw her dagger into it but Percy was so impossibly in tune with every part of Annabeth, even down to her weapon, that he could sense it in the water and knew that it meant she needed his help. This is how tethered to each other they really are.
A step by step breakdown is basically this: 1. Annabeth instinctively knew that wherever Percy was in the water, he would know when she dropped her dagger into the water and that it meant she needed him to show up 2. Percy sensed it from wherever he was and instinctively knew what it meant 3. Annabeth stalled just enough to give him some extra time to show up because, like I said, he could have been anywhere in the harbor 4. their wordless communication completely flipped the script of what could have been a truly dire scenario
This entire scene can unfold the way it does because even after being separated for so long they still know each other in a way no one else does; because no matter what, they are always best friends first. They have been fighting side by side since they were 12, and it shows. Their interactions have a seamless quality to them that leave their peers in awe. Moments like this are why they are still alive; they’re why Percy still remembered Annabeth even when he had forgotten everything else; moments like this are exactly why Percy and Annabeth are the only demigods who could have made it through Tartarus and to the Doors of Death.
Annabeth will always be Percy’s anchor, and the things they’ve done together are the iron chain that connect them.
This moment is what OTPs are made of, y’all. And that is why for me it is the greatest percabeth moment of all time.