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One girl fighting against the “blonde girls are stupid” stereotypes the other one fights against the “black girls shouldn’t be in the film industry” type
Annabeth chase in every universe you show your haters how wrong they are 🫶
One thing in the Pjo books that annoys me a bit is that the Aphrodite cabin is so poorly written like sure I get that the Aphrodite cabin is all about beauty but what about the love? I imagined the Aphrodite cabin to be pretty and love in one not a house full with arrogant people that play with everyone’s hearts and are too full of themselves to even know the name of their own siblings. I think Aphrodite should be more about natural beauty and diversity in beauty.
Another thing is that the Aphrodite cabin gets labelled as ,,weak” and ,,useless” which is not true at all Aphrodite is the a literal war goddess and why are her children not attracting as much monsters as I don’t know the Athena cabin? Or the Apollo one? Sure I can understand that if the child is from the big three. All in one it’s sad to see that the books portray the Aphrodite cabin to try to chase after looking ,,perfect” and act arrogant and be “weak”
Ngl if Rachel Elizabeth Dare won’t be a ginger I’m crashing out y’all 😭
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The way Percy is so insecure about the fact that Annabeth is taller than him 😭
Can we just talk about this cute scene between Percy and Annabeth (The titans curse p.11)
Something I ask myself is why can’t they just make Annabeth like she is described in the book 😪
Is it so hard to give her blond hair and grey eyes ?😭 I think Annabeths typical ,,California girl” appearance is a huge factor to show that SHES smart and is against that cliché of being ,,blond and stupid” I just wished they kept her appearance like in the books ofc Annabeth is not the only character!
I just have the feeling that every show that is made after 2022 is messing up the appearance of characters from books or movies! (Another example for me is Ellie from the last of us show)
(THIS IS NOT AGAINST THE ACTORS‼️)
Angelina Jolie talks about the bad sides of playing Lara Croft in Tomb Raider
What I want to say about this:
Some of you may ask yourself why does Angelina Jolie has such huge breasts when playing Lara Croft ?well here's the answer "to satisfy the audience" I bet the audience were only "long lusted fanboys" Lara is a strong independent women. Some people might say that she is working in a "men job" when they hear that she's an archaeologist ,that she's fighting that she's sassy but she isn't just a women with a big cleavage no! Not only Lara Croft but also other female characters especially if they are the main protagonist get sexualised because they are women and have a normal female body. Why do you think creators make female characters with big breasts or short clothes? So they get attention..so people lust after them! But that isn't right I bet you yeah you the person who is reading this right now I bet you saw at least one post that is sexualising your favourite character!
And I don't mean silly fan fictions by that I mean people who don't respect female characters people who make it obvious that they think those characters are only there to be drooled after. But not only female characters but but also male ones for example Leon Kennedy (resident evil) he had such a tragic past and people only focus on his appearance and DONT even want to know about anything else.
Let women be strong in games. Let's not define characters by their appearance.
You may ask yourself what my problem is? The problem is that this is not only a problem in the gaming world but in the real one too we just show kids that play games that women are not allowed to be strong or independent without a men by their side or that's not okay to be weak
as a men.
Who would win?

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Smoke and kisses
Chloe x reader
Fluff (make out a bit)
Swearing
The air in Chloe’s bedroom was thick with the scent of weed and incense, the dim glow of Christmas lights casting soft shadows across the walls covered in band posters and old photos. The hum of an old stereo filled the space with a slow, lazy grunge track, the kind that made the night feel even heavier, like time was stretching just for the two of you.
Chloe sat cross-legged on her bed, her back resting against the headboard, lazily twirling a lit joint between her fingers. She looked so effortlessly cool like that—messy blue hair falling in front of her eyes, tattoos peeking out from the sleeves of her hoodie. She took a slow drag, her lips curving into a smirk as she exhaled a long stream of smoke.
“You keep staring at me, dude,” she teased, tilting her head. “Not that I mind. I mean, I am pretty fucking hot.”
You rolled your eyes, but the way your stomach flipped betrayed you. “Maybe I’m just high.”
Chloe chuckled, shifting so she was leaning toward you now, her knee brushing yours. “Nah,” she said, her voice dropping a little lower, eyes flicking to your lips for just a second before locking back onto yours. “You were looking at me like that before we even lit up.”
Your breath caught, but you played it cool. “And if I was?”
Chloe licked her bottom lip, her smirk deepening. “Then I’d say you should do something about it.”
The room suddenly felt even warmer. The hazy glow, the way her voice wrapped around you like smoke—everything about this moment felt inevitable. You swallowed hard, your hand reaching out to pluck the joint from her fingers. You took a slow drag, letting the burn settle in your lungs before exhaling, mirroring the way she had done earlier.
Chloe watched you the entire time, her expression unreadable, her fingers tracing absentmindedly over the rips in her jeans. Then, with that same lazy confidence, she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over your cheek.
“Y’know,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, “I was kinda hoping you’d do something else.”
Your heart pounded, your fingers tightening around the joint before you flicked it into the ashtray on her nightstand. “Oh yeah?” you murmured back, mirroring her tone, leaning in just a little. “Like what?”
Chloe let out a breathy laugh, and before you could overthink it, she closed the gap between you. Her lips were soft, tasting like weed and mint, moving against yours in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back—because that wasn’t Chloe’s style. She kissed you like she meant it, like she’d been waiting for this just as long as you had.
Her hands found their way into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp against her lips. She grinned at that, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her body pressing just a little closer to yours.
When she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours, both of you slightly breathless, the warmth of her still lingering.
“Fuck,” she murmured, her fingers still tangled in your hair. “I should’ve done that way sooner.”
You laughed softly, your hands resting on her hips, your thumb tracing idle circles there. “Yeah,” you said, smirking up at her. “You really should have.”
Chloe rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the grin on her face. “Guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.”
She reached for the joint again, taking one last drag before blowing the smoke playfully in your direction. “Hope you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon,” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.
You grinned, leaning in to steal another kiss. “Not a chance.”
Crossroads
Rachel Amber x reader
Fluff
The warm Arcadia Bay sun cast long golden streaks over the railroad tracks as Rachel Amber stretched her arms above her head, letting out a satisfied sigh. The air smelled like salt and pine, a crisp autumn breeze ruffling her blonde hair as she turned to you with that signature mischievous smirk.
“Tell me again why we’re skipping school?” you asked, kicking at a loose rock near the rails.
Rachel let out a laugh, flipping her sunglasses down over her eyes. “Because Blackwell is a soul-sucking prison, and I refuse to spend another second listening to Wells drone on about responsibility.” She turned to you, nudging your shoulder. “And because you needed this.”
You exhaled, watching the way the sun caught the flecks of gold in her eyes. She had that way about her—like she could see right through you, reading your mind before you even knew what you were thinking. Maybe she wasn’t wrong. Lately, Blackwell felt suffocating, and Rachel? She was the perfect escape.
“Fine, you win,” you muttered, sitting down on the warm metal of the tracks. “But if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Rachel grinned, dramatically placing a hand over her chest. “I accept full responsibility. I’ll just charm my way out of it, as always.”
She sat down beside you, her presence effortlessly magnetic. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the distant cries of seagulls and the occasional rustling of trees. It was moments like this that made you forget everything—grades, expectations, the future.
Rachel pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it with a flick of her lighter. “You ever think about getting out of here?” she asked, exhaling a slow stream of smoke.
You hesitated. “Like… leaving Arcadia Bay?”
“Yeah,” she said, her voice softer now. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love this place, but sometimes it feels like it’s shrinking around me, you know? I want to see the world. LA, New York… anywhere but here.”
There was something in her voice, a quiet longing that made your chest ache.
“You will,” you said, meaning it. “If anyone can, it’s you.”
Rachel smiled at you, something softer than her usual playful smirk. “You could come with me, you know.”
Your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, the distant hum of a train rumbled through the air. Rachel hopped to her feet, stepping onto the tracks with her arms stretched wide, balancing like a tightrope walker.
“Rachel,” you warned, but she just laughed, fearless as always.
The train’s horn blared in the distance, closer now. She turned to you, extending a hand. “Come on, live a little.”
You hesitated for only a second before taking her hand, stepping onto the rails beside her. The two of you stood there, defying the world for just a moment, before breaking into a run, laughing as the train thundered past.
As the wind whipped through your hair, Rachel turned to you, eyes alight with something untamed and electric.
“See? This is what life’s about,” she said breathlessly.
And for the first time in a long time, you believed her.
Abby and (y/n) bake together
Fluff
The scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the small kitchen as (Y/N) sifted flour into a bowl, their fingers dusted in white powder. Abby leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching them with an amused smirk.
“You always make such a mess,” she teased, reaching out to swipe a bit of flour from (Y/N)’s cheek with her thumb.
(Y/N) shot her a playful glare. “I’d like to see you do better.”
Abby chuckled and stepped closer, pressing her body lightly against (Y/N)’s back. Her strong arms slipped around their waist as she rested her chin on their shoulder, peering into the mixing bowl. “I think I’m better at taste-testing,” she murmured, her breath warm against their skin.
(Y/N) shivered at the closeness but rolled their eyes. “You mean stealing cookie dough before it’s even baked?”
Abby’s hands wandered, one trailing up to brush against (Y/N)’s forearm while the other settled on their hip. “Mmm, I think I prefer stealing something else.”
(Y/N) barely had a second to react before Abby turned them around, pressing them gently against the counter. The bowl rattled slightly, forgotten between them. Abby’s blue eyes darkened with mischief as she dipped her head, capturing (Y/N)’s lips in a slow, teasing kiss.
Their hands tangled in Abby’s long, blonde hair, fingers grazing the back of her neck. Abby deepened the kiss, her hands gripping (Y/N)’s waist with the same strength she carried in battle—firm but careful, as if she knew exactly how much pressure to use.
The forgotten flour puffed into the air as their bodies pressed together, the counter cool against (Y/N)’s back in contrast to Abby’s heat.
“Abby,” (Y/N) whispered breathlessly when they finally broke apart.
“Yeah?” Abby smirked, trailing kisses along their jawline.
“You’re getting flour all over yourself.”
Abby laughed, her forehead resting against (Y/N)’s. “Worth it.”
(Y/N) grinned, running a finger along Abby’s jaw before smudging a bit of flour onto her nose. “Then you won’t mind a little more.”
Abby groaned but didn’t stop herself from pulling (Y/N) closer again. “You’re lucky I like you.”
The cookies might’ve been forgotten for a little while longer—but neither of them seemed to mind.
When I’m insecure about my nose I remember that Abby Anderson has a nose like mine 😓🫶
NOSE TWINSSSS

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I will never forgive the directors of the the last of us show for messing up the casting so bad😭 like wdym Abby is a short thin women? And Bella is also playing Ellie in the second season even though there was a big time skip? And Dina looks like she’s going to a model show? I’m so disappointed 😭
IM SOO PROUD OF OUR GIRL SEVIKA BEING A COUNCILLOR NOWW😝 SHE DESERVED THAT HAPPY ENDING AFTER THE SHIT SHE WENT THROUGH