the clear cut parallels between rin, nezha, and kitay and the trifecta never fail to make me sob. like speer and mugen, the second poppy war and the third poppy war. riga loving and betraying daji, nezha loving and betraying rin. the friendship between jiang and daji, the friendship between rin and kitay. both groups leaving only one of them to rule. their shared complicated love and loyalty and hurt between each other. jiang and rins final moments of clarity. they followed right into their predecessors footsteps and didnāt even know it. both groups were supposed to be unstoppable forces but ended up being torn apart by each other.
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what i love about emily henryās books is how painfully human they are. they feed into everyoneās inner hopeless romantic, but they give you steady ground. you feel like you know these characters, you feel like you are them. my favorite thing about her books is how she will always put her main characterās emotional arc at the forefront. i love how she encapsulates the very relatable, human fears and emotions when it comes to love.
something i always wonder about is the aftermath of tbg is the legacy of rin, kitay, and nezha. would they be revered as a trio? would they be told to be as powerful as the trifecta? would they be told as a tragedy? would anyone even know of rin and nezhas almost romance? or would it be embellished to the point of an entirely new story? or would it be a reiteration of the red emperor and tearza? would nezha try his best to erase them, pieces of them, from history, not out of hatred, but merely to protect himself from the pain of their legacy? to preserve the memory of the people he loved most? i wonder if he would let their story be turned into a legend or if he would burn it to ash. i wonder how heād carry their legacy on his already weakened shoulders.
no one loved each other more than rin and kitay. despite all the rinezhafication of tpw, the best love story was the platonic bond between rin and kitay. kitay never stopped loving rin even as her made her most selfish choices. rin stuck by kitay even when she felt most betrayed by him, they never let each other go. they couldnāt even practice with each other in sinegard because they couldnāt bear to see the other hurt by their hand even if it was pretend. and AT THE END OF TBG???? kitay would rather die hating rin than live in a world without her at all. THEIR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER ALWAYS OUTWEIGHED EVERYTHING, NOT EVEN IN DEATH COULD THEY BE TORN APART!!!
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i donāt know how to explain it but characters like percy jackson, leo valdez, kenji kishimoto, nikolai lanstov, jesper fahey (canon!), and enrique mercado-lopez (canon!) always end up being bisexual or give off bi vibes.
in which Annabethās drunk and wanting attention, andĀ Percyās a good boyfriend,, percabeth,, no plot just love
If thereās one thing Percy never wouldāve expected from Annabeth, it would be the way she clings onto him when sheās one too many drinks into the night.
His girlfriend has always been more on the independent side, though there are still times when she loves to press up against him and demand kiss after kiss. Tonight appears to be one of those times, and Percy can hardly keep a straight face with the way she talks and giggles. Drunk Annabeth is also not one that appears often, but he cherishes it every moment he can get.
Theyāre alone in back bed by the time that Annabeth decides to take a nosedive into him, quite literally. She stands on the bed, and he has to kick a leg out to stop her from falling, before flopping down on top of him, knocking the air out of him entirely. Her face goes to his neck as she crawls over him and settles all her weight down, and Percy canāt help the laughter that bubbles up out of his throat when she blows air against his skin.
āWhat are you doing?ā he chokes, squirming at her hold.
āBothering you,ā she says.
āI can see that.ā
Annabeth drags her face along the sleeve of the shirt, and he doesnāt need to look to know that heās going to be covered in her foundation.
āStop it,ā he whines, but he makes no effort to move. āI like this shirt.ā
āI like your shirt too.ā
Percy smiles lazily, brushing her hair out of her face. āToo bad because itās mine.ā
Annabeth tugs at the bottom. āGive it to me.ā
He turns onto his stomach to block her out, stifling a smile into the comforter of their bed when she presses her face right between his shoulder blades. She nips at the skin there, but Percy pays it no mind. Itās comforting, he thinks, with his girlfriend acting as his personal blanket and the fan whirling above, not to mention the alcohol taking a bit of a toll on his own brain. Heād have fallen asleep, had it not been for Annabethās hand poking his butt.
āGive me attention,ā she says when he jumps and shoots her an accusing glare.
āIām giving you lots of attention,ā he tells her. Annabeth just scowls, and itās meant to be intimidating, but her hair is ruffled and a mess, and her makeup just a bit smudged, and itās too cute for him to be properly terrified.
Annabeth shifts on top of him and rests her face on top of his, which forces one of his eyes closed and Percy to choke on his own laughter.
āAttention,ā she demands again.
āIām giving you lots of attention, baby.ā
āMore.ā
Percy rolls his eyes but presses a kiss to her cheek, which is enough to satiate her. She hovers over him and he tries to run his fingers through her hair to fix the wild curls.
āYouāre so drunk,ā he whispers.
āNo Iām not.ā
Percy smiles softly and drags a thumb by the corner of her mouth to fix her smeared lipstick. āJust a little bit.ā
Then, she brings a hand up and pinches her fingers together. āMaybe just a little bit.ā
Percy kisses her forehead. āA lotta bit.ā
āItās your fault.ā
āMy fault?ā
āYou kept giving me drinks.ā
āHow could I say no to such a messy face?ā
āMessy?ā
āMh-hm.ā
āYou dick.ā
āI like messy Annabeth,ā he says. āShe lets me cuddle her.ā
āYouāre not getting any cuddles if you donāt give me more attention.ā
Percy sighs and decides not to point out that sheās already technically snuggling him. Instead, he gently moves her off of him so she can lay down on the pillows. He makes sure she is in no danger of falling off the bed before he walks away.
He walks out of the room for a moment, but he hears her complaining.
āIāll be back in a second!ā he assures, rummaging through the drawers of their bathroom. When he comes back, itās with a makeup wipe in hand and a glass of water.
She reaches for the water and sits up, taking a few gulps of the icy drink. Her eyes are on him as he moves around the room.
āYouāre really bad at giving me attention, you know?ā
Percy shakes him head, amused, and pushes her shoulder gently. āLean back.ā
She does as he says, flopping onto his pillow, and he sits beside her. The first thing he goes for is her lashes. Her eyes flutter shut as he pulls softly at the outer corners until the adhesive begins to give.
āDid you know that I love you a lot?ā Annabeth says, shifting beneath him.
āSomeone may have told me once or twice,ā he says, smiling. āStay still.ā
āIs this what you consider attention?ā
āItās like your own personal spa day!ā
Annabeth giggles as he begins to swipe at her cheek, softly dragging the wipe across her skin. āYou could also propose.ā
Percy laughs quietly. āWhat?ā
āI think that qualifies as attention.ā
āYou want me to propose to you when youāre so drunk you can barely walk?ā
āHm. Maybe not.ā
Percy bites at his lower lip to suppress another grin. āIf I proposed, would you say yes?ā
āIt depends.ā
Percy gasps, mock offended. āOn what?ā
āWell, when are you going to do it?ā
Percy begins to work on her lipstick. āWhen do you want me to do it?ā
She waits until he moves the wipe away to answer. āIn the next year.ā
āThatās good to know,ā he says. His eyes dart over to the dresser where he knows a ring has already been sitting for months. Itās not until after he does it that he realizes Annabeth is staring right at him, but he thinks she wouldnāt have noticed, and even if she did, sheād forget by morning anyways.
He finishes taking off her makeup with them in silence before he sets the wipe aside. āCome on, sit up.ā
Annabeth whines. āI donāt want to.ā
āYou canāt sleep in that.ā
She mumbles in complaint but does as he asks. He pulls her shirt over her head and is about to help her into her own t-shirt before she pushes him away. āI want your shirt.ā
āNo, you donāt. Iāve been wearing it all day.ā He tries again to get her to lift her arms, but she flops down to stop him. āAnnabeth, really?ā
āI want your shirt,ā she says, āsince you refuse to give me attention.ā
āWhat do you consider this then?ā he asks, but heās already back at their dresser to pull out one of his own shirts for her.
āA boyfriend doing the bare minimum.ā
āFine, then. Sleep in your makeup. See if I care.ā
Annabeth giggles when he appears back at her side and squeezes the skin at her hip. āYou love me too much to let me sleep in my makeup,ā she says, letting him tug the shirt onto her before he unbuttons her jeans and tugs those off too.
āUnfortunately,ā he says.
āUnfortunately!?ā Annabethās leg reaches out to kick him, but it lacks any real strength. āThatās mean. Maybe I wonāt say yes.ā
āOh, but Annabeth, I love you so much and I wouldnāt know what to do without you in my life.ā
āIs that sarcasm? That sounds like sarcasm.ā
āYou talk a lot for a drunk person.ā
āThen help me sleep.ā An arm extends towards him, which he allows himself to take. He lays next to her, pulling the covers over the both of them while Annabeth gets comfortable in his embrace. āRub my back?ā she asks.
He does as she asks, trailing his hand up and down the smooth skin of her back, and when her eyes begin to close only minutes later, he presses a kiss to her forehead.
āI love you,ā he says.
He had thought she was asleep, so heās surprised when she answers with a quiet, āLove you too.ā
Percy snickers into her hair. āDid I give you enough attention yet?ā
Annabeth cuddles deeper against him, her face resting against his chest. He can feel her breathing against his neck, and it warms him heart to know that she trusts him like this, to keep her safe. āFor now,ā she whispers, ābut tomorrowā¦ I want all your attention.ā
Percy stops rubbing her back so he can move a strand of hair out of her eyes, entirely too in love. āConsider me yours.ā
Percyās most merciless form of teasing is the Poseidon vs. Athena thing that Annabeth brought up when they were 12. He will never let her forget it. Never.
Annabeth: hey, Iām glad we lived through this quest. Maybe we should email each other when you leave camp?
Percy: I would, butā¦ idk if anyone has told you. Our parents our RIVALS. So, like, Iām not sure we can be friends :/
Annabeth: ā¦this is why I didnāt want to be seen on that stupid love ride with you
And alsoā¦
Annabeth: hey could you pass me that notebook?
Percy: Me??? A child of Poseidon??? Help a daughter of Athena???
Annabeth: I thought we agreed to let that go?
Percy: My bitterness lives on for as long as Athens remains Athens Iām afraid š¤·āāļø
Then, of course, later onā¦
Annabeth: I guess I should thank you for coming to save me, huh?
Percy: Youāre welcome āŗļø full disclosure though - I only came to get Artemis
Annabeth: ā¦is that so?
Percy: Annabeth, havenāt you heard? Our parents are RIVALS! I could never save the daughter of my fatherās RIVAL. Are you crazy?
Annabeth: oh my bad. Youāre right though-
Percy: Where are you going?
Annabeth: I gotta get re-captured. Canāt let a son of Poseidon help me out-
Percy: Donāt take my joke away from me! Get back here!
Then you got Percy desperately trying to make a situation less tense and justā¦ messing it up so freaking badlyā¦
Annabeth: And why should we trust this random Rachel girl?
Percy, trying to lighten the mood: Well, sheās not a daughter of Athena, right?
Annabeth: OH?!? SO IS THAT HOW IT IS?!
Percy: Nope. No, it is not. Regret that. I take it back. Please stop glaring at me. I repent. Help.
Like, this child will not let it goā¦
Percy: I just realized I never officially asked you to be my girlfriend. We just kissed and kind of went with it, didnāt we?
Annabeth: I guess so. You can ask me out now, if you want?
Percy: I meanā¦ I would, but, like, have you heard about this thing that happened in Athens like a thousand years ago?
Annabeth: Perseus, I was TWELVE
Annabeth gets a chance for revenge thoughā¦
Percy: Marry me?
Annabeth, holding back tears: I love you so muchā¦ and I would! Itās just that our parents are RIVALS-
Percy: how dare you
Bonus:
Percy, updating Sally on the events of Greece: And then we went to Poseidonia-
Sally: Where?
Annabeth, with a heavy sigh: Itās what he calls Athensā¦ Itās only a matter of time before my mother kills him.
everyone gives annabeth a lot of shit for being angry at percy for spending more time with rachel before the war, and yeah she didnāt express it well, but imagine living with the knowledge that your best friend in the world has 3 months left to live and he doesnāt want to spend it with you.
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So Percy, being a sweetheart, was the kind of narrator to show us what a simp he was. Mr. Annabeth-was-getting-seriously-beautiful was perfectly fine spending passages talking about his future GF.
I just wanna establish that Annabeth as a narrator in the original PJO series would have be FERAL. She has a perfectly logical/more objective account of everything that happened except when it comes to Percy. Then suddenly itās:
āWhat in the name of the gods is this? He decided to get attractive? When I specifically prayed and asked Aphrodite not to make him more attractive? Iām not shallow. Of course Iām not shallow. I just - Iām gonna kick his ass-"
āItās not that I like him. I just think anyone who makes him sad should be dipped into a vat of hot oil.ā
āLook, Percyās smart. We donāt talk about it because he isnāt allowed to know, but he really is. The problem is that he can be the smartest person in the room, but miss things because heās kind of a pessimist with self-esteem issues. I swear Iām going to fight him over it.ā
āI laughed. What? It was funny. Just because heās a son of Poseidon doesnāt mean he canāt be funny. What are you? The funny police? He said one funny thing. Back off.ā
āIām not in love with my best friend, okay? But by Hades and Zeus and Poseidon himself this random mortal girl better not be in love with him either. Why is she coloring on her jeans? Isnāt she rich? Buy a freaking notebook. The worst part is that I think I would normally like her. Iām just filled with this....rage that has absolutely nothing to do with Percy at all. You know, I bet this random rage is a sign from the gods. I shouldnāt trust her, right? Right.ā
ā....listen. We donāt need to talk about Mt. Saint Helens. What happened there happened. I made a tactical decision. As a daughter of Athena I donāt need to explain myself to random mortals. Leave me alone-ā
āSo what? I took the knife for him. Like you wouldnāt? We would all take the knife for Percy, calm down. It means absolutely nothing. Mind your business.ā
āI know this may come as a shock to you, but... I think I like Percy. As more than a friend. Iāll give you a brief moment to be surprised since I did an excellent job keeping it under wraps.ā
āSo, Iām dating this dork of a demigod who is the best and a child of prophecy and the most loyal and funny and sarcastic and supportive and best person in the world and Iām allowed to gush a little because itās been years of pent up affection and I bet none of you even saw this coming!ā
āBitch took my boyfriend. Itās been like three months.ā
the beauty of kaz and inejs bond is that they are a perfect example of how physical intimacy isnāt necessary for love to born. lots of newer or just ya stuff in general is so focused on sex and sexualizing teenagers. whereas kanej is all about longing stares and just their deep understanding of each other and how they can wordlessly work together. i feel like itās so unique and beautiful i rlly hope netflix doesnāt fuck it up
this is one of the main reasons they are one of my favourite ships ever. everything in the media is so sexualized these days, so i think we really need more representation of these kinds of relationships. there are many ways to express love without the need of physical contact and that doesnāt mean they are less important.
iām reading āThis is How You Lose the Time Warā and hereās some of my favorite lines/excerpts if anyone would like to know.
āTell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.ā
āSo in this letter I am yours. Not Gardenās, not your missionās, but yours, alone.ā
āPPPS. Weāre still going to winā
āRed rarely sleeps, but when she does, she lies still, eyes closed in the dark, and lets herself see lapis, taste iris petals and ice, hear a blue jayās shriek. She collects blues and keeps them. ā
āMy memories of you spread through a millennia and each highlighting you in motion.ā
āPerhaps someday theyāll assign us side by side, in some small village far upthread, deep cover, each watching each, and we can make tea together, report home sanitized accounts of each otherās doings. I think Iād still write letters, even then.ā
āInstead I wick the longing into threadļæ¼, pass it through your needle eye, and sew it into hiding somewhere beneath my skin, embroider my next letter to you one stitch at a time.ā
āI sing myself out to you, and my talons clutch the branch, and I am wrung out until your next letter gives me breath, fills me to bursting.ā
āDo you sleep, Red, or dream?ā
āI dream of you. I keep more of you inside my mind, my physical, personal, squishy mind, than I keep any other world or time.ā
āI want to tell you something about myself. Something true, or nothing at all.ā
āWhen I think of this seed in your mouth I imagine having placed it there myself, my fingers on your lips.ā
āI love you, Blue.
Have I always? Havenāt I?ā
āI want to chase you, find you, I want to be eluded and teased and adored; I want to be defeated and victoriousāI want you to cut me, sharpen me. I want to drink tea beside you in ten years or a thousand...But when I think of you, I want to be alone together. I want to strive for and against. I want to live in contact. I want to be a context for you, and you for me.ā
āPS. I write to you in stings, Red, but this is me, the truth of me, as I do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.ā
āListen to meāI am your echo.
I would rather break the world than lose you.ā
āI love you. I love you. I love you. Iāll write it in the waves. In skies. In my heart. Youāll never see, but you will know.ā
the beauty of kaz and inejs bond is that they are a perfect example of how physical intimacy isnāt necessary for love to born. lots of newer or just ya stuff in general is so focused on sex and sexualizing teenagers. whereas kanej is all about longing stares and just their deep understanding of each other and how they can wordlessly work together. i feel like itās so unique and beautiful i rlly hope netflix doesnāt fuck it up
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for me itās the way kaz and inej seamlessly fit together. nobody can calm kaz down like his wraith - nobody can hear inej coming but her dirtyhands. itās as though they ascend to a different reality around each other, one in which theyāre completely in-synch. kaz knows inej, and inej knows kaz. they almost know each other better than they know themselves, and thatās what makes the way they love each other so powerful.Ā
kaz fixes himself by himself for inej because inej is a part of him. inej finds freedom for herself and kaz because a part of her is kaz.Ā
